blooming elite

@florenselite look at my beautiful niece/grandkid - I mean Daisy is basically Misty’s mom.

           ❝ Oh hoooo             ? ❞  Misty leans forward with her hands planted on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips as she stares Marina down like a hawk. She doesn’t even bother looking in Vance’s direction  ( though she hears his offended scoff behind her )  despite Marina’s accusation. He’s too much of a Mama’s Boy.  ❝ I didn’t know your brother had the voice of a pipsqueak. ❞

                        Russet brows furrow immediately. Marina can sniff a challenge from towns over and right here in the middle of their sunlit kitchen, her mother ( locked gaze and all ) was issuing a battle demand. Accidentally mirroring Misty, the young girl’s fists come down on both of her hips and she glares from under sunset lashes. ❝ Then I guess ya’ just don’t know much about nothin’ do ya, mama !! ❞ 

     Ash  couldn’t  help  but  smile  whenever  Marina  was  around.  The  little  girl  had  such  an  infectious  laugh.  He  loved  coming  home  and  seeing  how  excited  she  was.  Making  sure  he  had  a  secure  grip,  Ash  lifted  Marina  up  and  spun  her  around  once  before  holding  her  close  to  him.  

           “ I  sure  did!  Now,  how’s  my  little  champion?  ” 

                        Arms sling around her father within seconds, everything falling into place just as it did everyday when he returned home. Laughter continued to bubble from innocent lips as she held tightly to the male ( yet never afraid for a second that’d he let her go as they spun ). Leaning in, Eskimo kisses were awarded to both his cheeks with lashes as delicate as rose petals.  

“  I  spy  a  mini-me,  ” / @florenselite

WELL IF IT ISN’T MY FAVOURITE GRANDBABY!!!!!

           ❝ What was that now, sweetie? ❞  This is your one and only chance, Marina…

                        The child’s knees pull tight against the  (  FLOWER BED  )  of her chest, weeds taking root in the stubbornness of her tiny, POUNDING HEART. Porcelain palms press over loose lips and sunset locks of hair spill over her shoulders only to catch between the bend of her arm. Marina holds her breath and attempts to make herself smaller than she already was,  T S U N A M I  EYES focused forward with unstoppable intent.

                           Marina Ketchum knows she shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t have slipped out the back door just as quickly and easily as she steered her bicycle out of the shed, past that WHITE PAINTED FENCE, and onto the bustling road. She shouldn’t have STOLEN the swipe card for entrance into the lab from her father’s wallet. And she shouldn’t be here, perched under the professor’s desk. 

                          It is moments like this that she is more sputter than storm, more match light than bonfire.

           ❝ If you don’t get to bed right now, you lil toaster demon, Grandpa is gonna getcha. Y’want that? An ex-mob boss after you? ❞   @florenselite

                        What did you just say about me, you LITTLE PUNK ? I’ll have you know I will be graduating top of my class in the academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous all out gym battles, and I have personally handed out over 300 badges at my mother’s gym. I am trained in EVERY POSSIBLE battle technique and I’m the next in my family to DESTROY THE ELITE FOUR. You are nothing to me but just another battle I WILL WIN. I will wipe you the heck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my diddly words. You think you can get away with saying that nonsense to me on the playground ? Think again, W A L N U T. As we speak I am imagining every single way my SUPERIOR POKEMON and battle methods are going to take you down now so you better prepare for the storm, stink brain. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your dignity. You’re freakin doomed, kid. I can battle anywhere, anytime, and I can knock you out in over seven hundred ways, and  AT LEAST of those are with just my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in self taught combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of my parent’s SUPER TRAINED pokemon and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable being off the face of the continent, you little brat. If only you could have known what trouble your little “ s n a r k y ” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have SHUT YOUR STUPID FACE sooner. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you dumby. I will dump fury all over you and you will drown in it. YOU’RE GONNA BE DEAD, KIDDO.