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#I might draw another. I just like the idea of hop and gloria using the same set of weapon
b4kuch1n · 3 years
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lunarity2013 · 4 years
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PostwickShip Fic Ideas
So I beat the main game of Pokémon Sword this past weekend, and I have been COMPLETELY obsessed with this adorable ship — to the point where I have been writing down all these ideas for a fic for it, and I just really needed to put the words to paper (or google doc, I guess) and share them! @kuumamochi - here ya go!
So quick note, I changed their ages so she, Hop, Bede, and Marnie are all around 16 instead of 10-12, and I actually made an OC for this to use instead of the base Gloria/Yuuri, so first some little details about her!
OC: Elizabeth
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Called: Lizzie
Age: 16 (birthday - Spring)
Hair: long, caramel blonde; usually tied back into to twin braids with side-swept bangs
Eyes: large, round, icy blue eyes (get darker closer to the center)
Height: 4′11″
Weight: 115 lbs
Starter: Sobble  (nicknamed “Darcy”, like from Pride and Prejudice)
Likes: strawberries, hydrangeas, warm blankets, and a good book
Dislikes: meat (she’s vegetarian), scary stories, snow, and sports
Favorite Pokemon Types: Fairy and Grass
Typical Outfit/Style: knit beret, striped shirt, short skirt, hoodie, thigh-high socks, and ankle boots
Personality: shy, a bit oversensitive as a child, easily upset by harsh words or by bullies, slowly grows out of it and comes out of her shell as she grows up with  Hop; always felt like a “damsel in distress” when Hop would stand up to bullies for her, and wants to be the one to stand up for him for once; always thinks before opening her mouth, sometimes for too long and misses her chance to speak in a conversation
Family:
Mom: Sara
energetic, but soft-spoken; worked as a journalist in Hammerlocke for years before meeting Lizzie’s father, and moving to Postwick to become a mother and an online journalist
brown hair, blue eyes, 5′0″
Pokemon: Budew, Munchlax
Dad: Dimitri (deceased)
shy, very calm; prefered books to people in most cases; was working as a low-ranking police officer (alongside many cousins named Jenny) in Hammerlocke when he met Sara; later moved with her to Postwick and became a small-town detective
Died of illness when Lizzie was 7
blond hair, purple eyes, 6′0″
Pokemon: Pikachu “Zeus”
Aunt: Carol
Her late dad’s older sister
Lives in Ballonlea, working as a teacher
blonde hair, purple eyes, 5′4″
Pokemon: Cutiefly “Zipper”, Ponyta “Magi”, and Clefairy “Momo”
Grandpa: Phillip
Her mom’s dad
Former Dark-Type gym leader before Piers (his eldest grandchild)
Currently retired and living in Spikemuth
Pokemon: Obstagoon, Thievul, Grimmsnarl, Phantump, Skuntank
Cousins: Marnie and Piers
Their mother is Lizzie’s mom’s younger sister
She was also the Dark-Type gym leader for several years until Piers took over
History with Hop:
Grew up with Hop for as long as either can remember
It was always the two of them against the world
Hop protected her from bullies
Lizzie patched him up when things got “too real”
Always figured they’d be together forever, no matter what
Leon gave Hop his first Pokemon (Wooloo) right before he left on his Pokemon journey
Lizzie was a little jealous and wanted one too
Leon said he could catch her one, but then Hop one-upped him and said he’d find her a shiny Wooloo instead
Lizzie agreed to let Hop find one, and hasn’t tried to catch one until he finds her a shiny Wooloo
It’s been six years since this, and he’s still looking
Lizzie realized she had a crush on Hop when he came over to cheer her up after being stood up for a date at age 13
They watched Pokemon league matches while eating ice cream until they finally passed out on the floor at about 3am
Hop turned 16 first, and should have been the first to go on his Pokemon journey, but insisted on staying another six months until Lizzie’s birthday so that they could go on their journey together
Hop realizes he might have a crush on her right before they start their journey, when they both reach for the Wishing Stones
He sees her eyes light up in the stones’ glow, and gets the “oh no, emotions” feeling in his gut
Their Journey Begins:
Lizzie gets her Sobble because it reminds her of her childhood self
She wants to be for Sobble what Hop was for her
She names him Darcy, after the character in her favorite book
Hop is only a little jealous she named her first Pokemon after the love interest to the character that shares her name (No, Liz, I didn’t read it, you just talk about it all the time and I can’t escape it!)
In the Slumbering Weald, they get separated in the fog, and have to try and find each other as well as the lost Wooloo
They don’t see the sword or shield Pokemon until they find each other again, holding hands to not get lost again
They’re still holding hands when they wake up after passing out in the fog
Lizzie’s second Pokemon and Hop’s third Pokemon are a pair of Rookidee, who they help out and that choose to stay with them
The two bird Pokemon bicker like an old married couple half the  time they’re together, but cuddle and coo at each other and hate to be apart for too long
Hop, oblivious: “Look, they’re just like us! Best friends who can’t be kept apart!”
Lizzie: *facepalm*
They travel together all the way to Motosoke, camping together in the Wild Area
Lizzie teaches Hop how to cook, so as not to starve or poison any of his Pokemon or himself
His Pokemon are forever grateful
After opening ceremonies, they take on different gyms
Lizzie starts with Milo’s, while Hop takes on Nessa’s first, then they switch and meet back up in Motosoke for Kabu’s badge challenge
This starts as the longest either of them have ever been apart, and they’re both nervous while putting on a brave front
Just about every battle they’ve ever had has either ended in a draw, or been cut off by something
They don’t find out who is the “stronger trainer” of the two until the Semi-Finals
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I think I’m gonna stop here for now, let me know if anyone wants to see more! I’ll post a link if I end up writing a whole drawn-out fic for this concept!
Note: please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I used my computer to type these and it’s kind of shit.
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queenofcats17 · 7 years
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Hey there! Hell's studio au; Henry angst time! So I had the idea of maybe Henry just has a general bad day at work or He has an argument with his family member (brother, sister, cousin etc.) And so goes to the studio to cool off. The studio crew notice his lack lustre demeanour and so try to figure out a way to cheer him up!
Sorry this took so long. A lot of stuff came up. 
There was a reason Henry didn’t talk to his family anymore. That reason happened to be the fact that they were homophobic, racist assholes. He’d moved out the first chance he got and never looked back, especially when he married his wife Gloria. He’d expected they would have blown a gasket at him marrying a black woman. And…they had. He and Gloria had been at the supermarket with the children, it was Henry’s day off and they had to run some errands, and somehow his parents had been there. He’d frozen, his eyes locking with theirs. Then they’d looked at Gloria and he could see the rage building behind their eyes. He told Gloria and the kids to go to the car and they’d gone. Gloria knew enough about his parents to not want to be a part of this. The police had to be called because of just how violent his parents started getting. All in all, not an amazing start to the day. Gloria assured him that she and the children were fine when he finally emerged from the supermarket, but he could see they’d all been crying. This only made him angrier. How dare they do this to his family?!
“We’re fine.” Gloria put a hand on his chest. “Why don’t you go to the studio to cool off? We’ll finish the errands.”
“Alright.” Henry was reluctant to just leave them at such a time, but Gloria was right. He did need to cool off.
“Say hi to Mr. Bendy for me.” His eldest daughter said. “And tell him he needs to give me back my pen. He knows which one I’m talking about.
“I will.” Henry couldn’t help but smile a little.
“I mean it.” She said. “I said he could use it once and now he won’t give it back.”
“I’ll tell him you want your pen back.” Henry ruffled her hair. “I promise.” They piled into the car and Gloria dropped him off at the studio. He walked in, letting the familiar scent of ink and paper wash over him.
“Oh, hey boss.” Wally tipped his hat as he walked by. “What’re you doing here? I thought it was your day off.”
“It is.” Henry said, brushing gently past him. Wally frowned, immediately scrambling to find Bendy. He was pretty sure the little demon would want to hear about this. At present, Bendy was in his office, mediating yet another dispute between Sammy and Joey. It was the usual deal. The pipe in Sammy’s office had burst again and Joey had yet to send in a request to fix it. Frustrating, yes, but not too big of a deal. Sammy was in the middle of a tirade when Wally opened the door.
“Wally.” Bendy looked about ready to fall over. “What is it?”
“Uh, so, today’s Henry’s day off, yeah?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So he’s here. And he’s not lookin’ so great.”
“Why would Henry be here today?” Joey asked, tilting his head to the side. “It’s his day off.”
“Yes, Joey, we’ve established that.” Sammy snapped.
“Sammy, for the love of whatever god still accepts me, stop yelling.” Bendy rubbed what might have been his temples. “You’re giving me a headache.” Sammy rolled his eyes, but nevertheless shut his mouth. Bendy nodded and hopped off his chair.
“I’ll talk to him.” He said. “The rest of you stay here. We might need to come up with some kinda plan when I get back.” Bendy left the office, making his way to Henry’s desk. Sure enough, the other man was there, scribbling away on a piece of paper.
“Henry, what’re you doing here?” Bendy asked, putting on his cheeriest voice. “It’s your day off.”
“Gloria told me I should come here to cool down.” Henry said, without missing a beat.
“You two have a fight?”
“No.”
“Then what happened?”
“My parents happened.”
“Oh.” Bendy had heard stories about Henry’s parents from Joey, but he’d never actually met them in person, a fact he was glad of every day. He’d met enough bigots. He didn’t fancy meeting any more. So he went back to his office to begin making a plan.
“So why’s he here?” Wally asked. The janitor had taken up residence on top of Bendy’s desk and was eating a candy bar he’d pilfered from one of the desk drawers.
“Gimme that.” Bendy snatched the candy away. “It’s his parents.” The room went quiet. Pretty much everyone had heard about Henry’s parents.
“Well, now that we know what the problem is, we can try to do something to fix it.” Joey said brightly. “I’ve dealt with this problem before.”
“Well what do you usually do to make him feel better?” Bendy took his seat at his desk again.
“Well, it depends.” Joey said, rubbing his chin. “Usually drawing makes him happy. What was he doing when you found him?”
“Drawing. Didn’t look like it was helping neither.”
“Oh dear.”
“What’s going on?” Alice and Boris entered at this point, along with Susie.
“Henry’s having a bad day and we’re trying to  figure out how to make him feel better.” Wally said.
“His parents?” Alice asked. The others nodded. Boris, Alice, and Susie entered, shutting the door behind them.
“So, any ideas?” Susie asked, settling beside Sammy.
“Not yet.” Sammy said. “Our best idea yet was drawing. But he’s already doing that.” Susie pursed her lips and gently smacked his shoulder.
“They’re trying. Give them a break.”
Sammy rubbed his arm, but said nothing. And so the meeting began. Susie and Alice suggested Henry sit in on one of the band sessions, but that was thrown out because of how often Sammy would try and correct the players, causing many a fight to break out. Boris’ suggestions tended to be dog related in nature, so they were generally out, although his input was appreciated. As they argued, none of them noticed that Henry was standing in the doorway. He hadn’t seen any of them, and after his conversation with Bendy he’d remembered he needed to tell the demon his daughter wanted her pen back. He watched his friends argue, unable to stop himself from smiling. They really cared about him, didn’t they?
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