Tales of Unova, Elemental Extremities
Beware: they are a shady bunch with high level pokémon and with sick ideals towards pokémon. they seek to gain as much money and power as possible. there is no job that they are unwilling to do.
Character Profile: Panic!
He often picks his victims at random, or will search them out if they have power or another resource he sees as ideal or desirable.
Section 16
"granted it isn't the most ideal place but, it's the only place they won't search. the lab complex you and i were reborn at, like i said not the most ideal place." i said. luna scowled at me just for mention that hell hole then brought up this point.
Fur Becomes Us - Prologue
But what happens when those two ideals clash? armageddon.
Loving and Lusting for My Brother Chapter 7
ideally i would love to see him get married with a loving husband, but i don't think that's gonna happen.
GD-Spring
"great ideal!" "it was sarcasm." "get out of my shrub!"the bidoof bellowed "is there a meadow around?" "yeah fifty meters that way."the angry normal-type said "thanks." ............
A Fool's reward
The ideal of a quest, the promise of something better, an ideal to fulfill, promises of better tomorrows...
A Bronze Rising: Blizzard
It wasn't an ideal solution. but the ideal solution for me would be if the baron and his entourage simply left and let me be about my business. "i suppose it is a simple, if inelegant solution." i said. "it's worth talking about.
Ecstasy or Oblivion - Session 13
Making a living trumped my idealism so i let myself get assimilated. it was terrifying. i had nightmares about becoming lord voldemort." "oh, i still haven't read that classic." "you totally should.
Internal Auditor 13
Your ideals have won you once more." basil laughed heartedly. "my ideals? voden, i have only one ideal: make more money." "and you did that by neglecting your son." smith snapped. "what do you have against my son, huh? you his boyfriend or something?
Autophilia
I was supposed to envision my ideal mate!" "but you are, risk." the fantasy risk stepped up to him and ran a clawed finger underneath his jaw.
A Poem.
Different ideals, different views. a window to peer through. a swing to sit on. the world turns, and so do we.