torpe: the-quality of, usually a young male, being to shy to pursue amorous desires to someone adored. [+brendan and drabble]
Love is two people becoming wed and spending the rest of their lives together. It’s hasty confessions and messy interactions, blushing cheeks and holding hands. Your soulmate, significant other. Love is…?
But you can love your Pokemon, your friends, your family. You can love the scent of flowers and the soft touch of a warm blanket. Love can also be the feeling of protection or adoration, or even the thought of being next to someone.
Then is love one thing, or all of those things? A mix of the two?
His thoughts were interrupted by the book he was reading as it slipped from his hands onto his face. He shot up from lying on his back and rubbed his nose. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this to himself, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. Wandering thoughts had the tendency to cause minor problems like that. Now that his page had been lost, he figured might as well set it aside, not that he’d been paying attention to it anyways. He sat on the edge of the couch in the Rustboro Pokemon center, realizing that his heart had been beating just a litte faster than usual.
Thump
Memories of their encounters filled his head and fit together like lyrics from a song. His rival, and his friend. No doubt he’d grown so close to this boy, but how far did his affections trail? Thinking about being next to him filled Wally with a sense of security and adoration, not unlike the feeling of a warm blanket. He was reminded of a field of flowers, the perfume unbearably sweet. All those times when he’d stand a little too close and their hands would brush. His face dusted with dull roses and he’d be just a little more clumsy than usual. It was difficult to tell the brunette how much he meant to Wally. And of course he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this boy.
At this point Wally’s cheeks were warm, he pressed his cold hands against them gently. The realization was a shock, but not out of the blue. He picked up his book again, hopeful to take his mind off of all of those thoughts. Afterall, he knew nothing would come of these feelings. How could he say those things out loud if he had trouble asking someone for directions or expressing that he enjoyed someone’s outfit? It was overwhelming, his heart kept beating like a piano key, delicate but firm. He was happy knowing how strongly he felt towards his friend, knowing that their friendship would always be enough for him.
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aranyhíd: 'golden bridge'; the reflection of the sun as it shines upon the water.
Prompts of Promise! (Accepting)
Brendan was angrily pacing back and forth on the cold Cinnabar Island sands as the sun’s rising light reflected against it’s surrounding waters. How did he get here? Well five minutes ago he was standing in front of Saffron City’s Gym doors, being told an angry coward with weak heart had no business breathing the same air as the mistress (Gym Leader Sabrina), let alone challenging her, next thing he knew he saw a flash of light from the Gym trainer’s eyes, bringing him to his current location. Which didn’t help his mood at all, considering the Karate King he faced next door called his strength EMPTY and told him to seek inner peace.
Saffron City had not been kind of him, how dare anyone say those things to him of all people!? He saved the Hoenn region from disaster AND beat the Hoenn League! He beat The Battle Frontier as well, so HOW could his strength be empty!?! He ranted out loud to his Metagross and Blaziken, his two pokemon who became his closest confidants over the years, especially when Metagross could act as a translator between Brendan and his pokemon.
“Coward? No Inner Peace? FUCK them. Breloom swept that stupid King and if I wanted, I’m sure we could beat the Kanto League no sweat!” He said as he kicked a pebble into the water before them all. “I’ll beat the Indigo League and rubs our victory into their faces! Then they’ll have no choice but to choke on their words and admit they were full of shit.” It took a lot to make Brendan swear and it was clear from his tone he passed his limits and was livid. His pokemon traded looks before his Metagross spoke up.
“<Such actions do not seem advisable in your current condition, Master. I assume their words were focused on mental and emotional frameworks of observation rather than the standard biological and physical standard used in the objective world. Since our mental connection, I have recorded repressed emotions and you growing less satisfied with victories achieved these past two years.>” Their words earned a glare from Brendan, yet they weren’t silenced by his reaction. “<You won’t find satisfaction by going with that course of actions according to the data I’ve recorded over the past few months.>”
“I’ll fight for you until I die, as you my loyal friend and master, though I refuse to watch you like this any longer. Humans are strange to me, but I can tell you don’t enjoy anything you used as much. You don’t talk much to other humans outside of battles or contests and you’ve been sleeping more and yet you still appear tired.” The fact both pokemon were calling him out left Brendan making a bitter laugh at their words.
“You two are worrying about nothing. When humans reach a certain age, that stuff naturally happens. Plus all this could just mean i need a new challenge. I’m fine all around and-”, he knew his pokemon weren’t buying his words because they knew him too damn well. He simply pulled out his Super Rod fishing pole and threw a lure into the waters.
What was he angry about? What was he running from? What could possibly make him feel weak? What undermined or invalidated his strength? What him him hallow? Two words. Family Matters.
The divorce brought light to the darker and uglier side of his parents and family. It had been a couple years yet he could recall Aunts and Uncles asking if Norman beat Caroline, did she hit Norman in front of him. Was there yelling all the time? Was it true she made her only child ride in the back of a moving van? Did Norman push either if them down the stares. The questions just kept coming and then a nice cousin of him warned him about either parent becoming alcoholics post-divorce and possibly killing themselves due to grief. All this happened while Brendan was just 13.
He couldn’t speak to anyone in the League he made friends with since that could hurt his dad’s career and the LAST thing he wanted to for his dad to deal with more trouble. Plus it was private family matter, it was no one else’s business. So what if Brendan felt alone and had no one he felt he could turn to? To say how it hurt him deeply to be told that the reason his mother was so neglectful toward him was because he looked and acted too much like Norman. That she only married him because he was thug. That Norman was a pushover as a husband and thus he was not only a weak man but deserved to lose his wife to another man.
Brendan had no one to say how powerless he felt, how he just wanted all of it to stop. How he wanted to leave but didn’t want to abandon anyone. How he hated the dude his mother left Norman for after getting caught with him. He hated seeing his dad lie to his face for an entire month after the divorce, saying he was alright and trying to act as if everything would be normal again in no time. Yet despite having no one to confide in, he survived and moved on. Right?
“So Brawly told me in a year or so there going to be a World Tournament held somewhere in Unova. It wouldn’t hurt to head back to check on them and have a few sparring matches with everyone.” He didn’t want to admit he just wanted to see how his father was doing or to see May and Wally again. That would make him sound needy.
If he learned anything so far in life, is that in the end, no matter how close you are with someone, at the end of it, you only have yourself.
Tired dull eyes stared listlessly as the sun’s rays reflected off the water. Fifteen minutes have passed and not a single bite. He put his rod away and turned his face his pokemon once more.
retrouvailles: the happiness of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation. {+Brendan as a Drabble]
Drabble Prompts
Precisely one hour ago.
News got around the league at a rather fast pace. Even though the footage had not been retrieved by anyone in the region, the leaders knew for a fact that the meteor had been destroyed and fractured into small pieces. Everyone in the room had cheered, even going outside and holding their hands up to the sky in order to thank the hero for saving them from such a cruel and devastating fate.
Even saving the potential devastation of another version of the whole world from crumbling into shambles.
The guilt still stuck with him. Even when he went outside and gazed up at the sky, Steven’s heart still felt heavy with dead guilt. Brendan, the local hero, had corrected Devon Corporation’s errors by trusting in Zinnia. By trusting in the region’s legend that had helped grace the region with its amazing power.
He couldn’t do anything but help the hero, and for that he owed the young boy his eternal gratitude. To do something even he had no power over… that was something to commemorate, and for a moment he felt his hand come up to his pants pocket.
He wanted to phone him, to see if he was alright. Of course he’s alright. You will get a chance to catch up with him when he comes down from the stars. Sighing and waving off the thought, Steven stood and smiled up at the sky, his heart still beating a million miles per second.
Because of him, Hoenn could live another day. Hoenn had a future, thanks to Brendan.
Precisely one month later.
Everything had gone back to normal, for the most part. Chattering here and there about the young hero was still a hot topic among the region, and even he wasn’t surprised when he stepped out of Lilycove’s ship docks and heard whispers that the young trainer had branched out and left for Sinnoh.
Contests. Of course, that would be the next region he wanted to conquer. In a way, the feeling of emptiness still resided in Steven and he found himself looking across the ocean, as if in hopes of maybe seeing the young hero once more. To see how they fared, and how they grew now compared to the last time he saw him before running to the Sky Pillar.
His hand grasped his Poke’Nav, about to scroll through his contacts to find Brendan’s so that way he could give him a call. It wasn’t in his nature to go out of his way to check up on someone, but when he did it was out of genuine concern.
That was when Drake clapped his shoulder with his hand, causing Steven to turn his head and look at him with a false smile.
“Going out to fly again on yer Skarmory, are ya? Come on, lad. Let’s go, I could use a little air after sitting aroun’ hearing all of those wailord-blubbering mouths jabber.” Drake spat, waving his hand and grasping a pokeball (Salamence’s) that rested on his belt.
That’s right, they were going to go flying today. A little air wouldn’t hurt, now would it?
Turning, he simply placed the Poke’Nav back in his pocket and drew out Skarmory’s pokeball. The thought of calling Brendan now completely forgotten, or at least out of his head for now, while he rushed to catch up to the sea captain.
“You know, I wonder if your ass is jealous of your mouth from all the shit you talk.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “After all, who says I can’t taunt you and conquer? What makes you think I failed in the first place?”
“Nah, it’s just jellicent my mouth gets to see by everyone more often!” He ran a hand through his hair in response to her pouting. “Taunting your teammates during a eating competition does help us win. Plus both our mouths will be busy eating that thing. The Ultimate Taco is around the length and thickness of a Linoone.”
Double usage of <small> text or it used in combination with <sub> or <sup> has become more and more of an aesthetic trend on Tumblr. While pleasing to some, it can be and is bothersome to others such as myself. So in an effort to do my part as a good Samaritan, I wrote up a small extension that allows everyone to decide what font size they want to see on their own dashboard.
While the primary use for this is to get rid of tiny text, you can utilize this to turn any and all text on your dashboard to whatever you want, which can also be of huge help to people with eyesight problems. Anyway, I’ll try to keep this as short and sweet as possible.
(・_・;) - though I'm sending this on anon because I'm still too nervous to send it off because I don't feel like I'm up to your level. You're such an amazing writer and an amazing person in general. All I ever hear is people singing praises for you, which is down right deserved because from our minimal interactions you are just such a pleasant person. And you're so supportive to the entire community which is so lovely because you help everyone and are always sending memes in and just being lovely
SEND (・_・;) IF YOU’VE BEEN WANTING TO INTERACT BUT HAVE BEEN TOO SHY TO TRY. (Accepting)
Sir: My level has a missing word or typo in a replythat usually only gets caught after my partner replies to me. I’m positive you can surpass that level with ease. Also while multi-para replies take awhile, I can ALWAYS send in meme symbols, prompts etc aside from bluntly shippy ones or smutty ones. (Those need my muses to know your muses names and faces. Traditional Values yo)
As for the rest, I’m flattered you think so highly of me! If I can make someone on my dash feel more confident about their muse (Canon or OC), feel that someone likes their writing, feel valued on the dash or simply feel happy from just a simple meme or ask reply, then I see no reason why I shouldn’t do it!
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