For a better tomorrow.

Indie OC Team Rainbow Flare Admin Adam. Sideblog to spikemuthtoothfairy

[kalosinflames]

I RAIN DESTRUCTION FROM TOP OF THE WORLD TREE ASH FERTILIZE DIRT TO GIVE BIRTH TO NEW "WE"

Adam Monroe, a Team Rainbow Flare OC. Indie, Selective, 18+. Loathed by Rabid Sideblog to/follows back as @spikemuthtoothfairy

Art by @noxcave

[grey-wardens]

Burn the Erdtree to the ground, and incinerate all that divides and distinguishes. Ahhh, may chaos take the world! May chaos take the world!

LORD OF FRENZIED FLAME

[genderfluid-offical]

"explain your answer" no. i used a calculator, and i do not care about this class

[iruludavare]

The corners of her lips lift as he speaks—as those words she knew would leave Adam usher themselves into existence. Perhaps she could have reduced the building to nothing but rubble and dust, and he would insist the same thing, with that same look of quiet yearning. Fingers curl, finding the back of his hand, the familiar warmth that seeps into the champion’s skin, as he takes her own in a search both blind and yet almost second nature. The kiss, something she is all too quick to catch before it breaks, and renders that once subtle smile upon her features a little less perfect and a little more foolish.

“Oh, it isn’t if there happens to be a clip to the saddle I’m worried about,” Serena says, the words soft and yet not without an edge of humour, a quiet joke she harbours in the back of her mind. Best to save it for later, when their feet are upon the ground again and he might not fear the safety of herself, past or present. “You can’t exactly give a Drifblim a saddle, let alone something to tether yourself to one…”

A thumb brushes over the back of his palm as though to wipe their minds clear of the subject, or perhaps to push it to the side. And she nods towards the windows and balcony—to wear the Charizard in question lingers like the grotesques on antiquated buildings nearby. What they might wish they could be, if such things were possible.

 “My worries are more on thinking—overthinking, probably— about Armand. Either of us sitting behind a saddle like that might interfere with his back or wings.”

She pauses for a moment, to pass the question through her mind once more. After all, he is not a Rhyhorn, though the saddle alone could have fooled her, and not once has Adam given the impression to be the kind to compromise the comfort of his pokemon for himself or another. Eyes flicker back to find his own, and something in her expression brightens.

“If you think it wouldn’t place too much strain on his shoulders or neck—and if you can still be in control—, I would love to sit at the front.”

[kalosinflames]

Adam's smile softened at the joke, a quiet laugh escaping him before he shook his head.

"I suppose not," he admitted. "I'd rather not be the man remembered for inventing the world's first flying balloon saddle."

The image lingered just long enough to earn another faint chuckle before his attention settled fully on Serena again. Her thumb traced the back of his hand, and as always, the simple gesture made the rest of the room seem to fade into the background. His fingers gave hers a gentle squeeze.

When she spoke of Armand, however, the amusement gave way to thoughtful consideration. Adam glanced toward the waiting Charizard beyond the balcony doors, his expression turning contemplative. He knew every scar, every old ache, every habit the dragon carried. Armand had borne him across mountains, storms, and battlefields; the last thing Adam would ever ask was for him to carry more than he comfortably could.

"He would let me know if it bothered him." Adam said with quiet certainty. "Probably by refusing to move until I listened."

A fond smile touched his lips.

"Armand is stubborn enough to make his opinion known."

His gaze drifted back to Serena as she suggested sitting in front. For just a heartbeat he pictured it - the warmth of her leaning back against him, the wind catching strands of blonde hair as Armand carried them over the city. The thought alone left something quietly stirring in his chest.

Then she looked at him with that brightening expression and whatever thoughts he'd held simply dissolved.

"I think we would be all right." He answered gently. "The saddle's built to keep the rider balanced over his centre of mass. Having you in front won't put any meaningful strain on his neck or shoulders, and if anything it would make it easier for me to keep you steady."

His thumb brushed lightly across the back of her hand in return.

"And I'd rather have you where I can make sure you're comfortable."

He leaned forward just enough to steal another brief kiss from her lips before resting his forehead lightly against hers.

"So yes." He murmured, warmth lingering in both his voice and his eyes. "You can have the best seat."

[choppete]

The only Sun that matters

[norihisahyuga-archived]

The arrival of Kaiser Belial.

[goofstep]

everyone get unemployed. i will provide for us.

[throughfearandtrembling-deactiv]

I love how safe everyone in the comments feels about being entirely dependant on a potentially psychopathic benefactor 😁

[goofstep]

im nice…..

[junglejim4322]

He’s literally nice

[sugarmint-dreams]

Fire type pokemon!

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[theroyalgardens]

Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris, France

[gigiandtheassassins]

[pokearthive]

037: Vulpix (2022)

Artist: HYOGONOSUKE

Source: Fan Art

[dappermouth]

The hunter in the lobby heard your footsteps on the stairs.

[willjulep]

"A knight is a weapon" but it's literal. Forged only for the hand of its liege. Singular in its purpose, which is to serve without reservation or discrimination. The only place it can be found is by its liege's side. "You belong to me alone." You get it.

[ineveryreality]

jean moreau

[victusinveritas]

[taoistyuri]

[pokearthive]

Bonding (2018)

Artist: RemyQuill

Source: Fan Art

Copyright: CC BY-NC-ND 3.0