Calem intensely detests anybody abusing their Pokemon. To the point that he will offer them physical violence unprovoked before reporting them.
Amaranth will react badly to unsolicited contact. As touchy-feely as she is, she prefers initiating it. After she communicates that touching is okay, whether implicitly by doing it first or explicitly by telling somebody, sheâs fine. But somebody just coming up and touching her had either be a good friend or ready for a swift knee in the squishy bits.
â¤: what my muse looks for in a person they like
Calemâs decision-making process is simple -- Are you Serena? If yes, victory. If no, better luck somewhere else.
In all seriousness, he looks for passion, for intelligence, for fire. If your sheer personality is fierce enough, you could have been beaten with the ugly stick every day of your prepubescent life and heâd look past that.
Amaranth isnât really sure what sheâs looking for in a man yet. Over time sheâs known herself to find certain qualities attractive in one, but not in another. Until then, she a) doesnât think it would be fair to casually date just to feel people out and b) enjoys messing with them too much to truly commit.
â§: something my muse is really good at
Iâm going to assume this is asking for a skill that isnât one they do for a living, just to keep things fun.
Calem rocks at crosswords, but totally bombs any hint to do with classical music.
Amaranth could practically charm the birds out of trees with her singing.
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Send âMistletoeâ for our muses to get caught under mistletoe! (Not Accepting)
âTheyâve all all got to come down,â Cynthia instructed Dawn whoâs arms where already piled high with with decorations from the party.Â
The blondes hangover was... substantial but, superstitious as she was, it would not stop her from taking down the decorations in time lest her household be subject to a year of bad luck. She was thankful for Dawnâs assistance.
Setting down the stepladder she held it steady as the younger woman climbed up the rungs to take down the mistletoe. One step, two steps, three... Now they were almost the same height.
âDawn.â Cynthia caught her attention.
The girl halted in her ascent and looked to her, her eyes as dark and unreadable as ever.Â
Cynthia leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. More chaste than she would usually allow, but something about Dawn made Cynthia feel like she needed to be handled with care.
She pulled away and laughed gently to herself. What sense was there in putting up mistletoe if she did not take advantage of it?
âMerry Christmas, little star. May the next year be blessed for us both.âÂ
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Soft spot headcanon
   Mathew has a soft spot for Pokemon of all kinds, especially those who have lost their homes or are in need of special care. He runs his own rescue of sorts right behind his cottage and has even invented blueprints to be converted into various prosthetics that are used to aid Pokemon who no longer have use of certain limbs or appendages. He takes care of these Pokemon until he can find them a home and if he cannot he simply adopts them into his own household. Though he might not be a type specialist of any kind he still tries his best to care for Pokemon and is always trying to expand his knowledge on types heâs not used to encountering such as ghost type Pokemon.Â
In his eyes all Pokemon deserve love of some kind no matter what theyâve done, where theyâve been or who theyâve previously belonged to.Â
Touya values a couple of hair ties and clips that Touko and Bianca had given (err, thrown or forced onto) him. They come in handy considering his unruly hair, and while he uses the black ones the most, he doesnât mind the patterned others. Touya likes to put them in his Pokemonâs hair, too - Samurottâs âstache, Espeonâs tufts, Arcanine.Â
19. Favorite photograph headcanon
Cheren, B, Touko and him against the southern railing of Nuvema - they were eight. Touko is sitting on the ground with her legs through the bars, her feet dangling. Cheren is kneeling beside her but his hands are firmly clutching the railing. To the right, Touyaâs riskily sitting atop it and Bianca embraces him, has her arms wrapped around, holding on for her dear friendâs life. Theyâre all smiling wide at Mrs. Whiteâs camera, though Bianca looks a bit pained. The photographâs also a tad crooked - rushed for obvious reason.
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It was a blur of dark haze and thunder. Biting cold winds tore at her hair and stung her face. Red eyes and screams that were frightfully human. An indescribable combination of awe and sheer terror that stretched seconds into a confusing mix of infinitesimal infinity.Â
The two boys wouldnât halt in their barrage of questions, concern the only thing keeping them moving. It was perilous along the icy paths. Even for Cynthia, who had grown up amongst the sharp stones the mountain, it was no easy task navigating their way back to the cave in the cold and dark.Â
Only Dawn dragged her feet. Occasionally she would halt, her eyes unfocused, as though a thread was pulling her back to that place. She had hardly spoken and the further behind she lagged, the more Cynthia feared she would lose the girl to something unseen.
âStop that,â she took Dawn firmly by the arm and almost hoisted her off her feet as she pulled her down the path. Thunder cracked over head striking a new fear into the pit of Cynthiaâs stomach that she had never felt before. She would not lose Dawn on this mountain. âWatch your step, keep moving forward, do you understand?â
It was more of a command than a question but Dawns gaze shifted to meet her own, the girl gave a small nod as the snow melted on her cheeks.
âHuh, never pegged you for the type to ask these kinds of questions Dawn. Well anyway, Iâd probably do the deed with Lance because hey, who wouldnât want to see whatâs underneath that spandex and cape? I suppose marry Will, if only out of principle since I very well canât marry my grandmother. So, whatâs left is offing Grandma Aggy. I can already tell Iâm gonna botch it up and sheâll be haunting me with phantasmal ear twisting and long winded lectures on everything Iâm doing wrong with my life.â
