Leaf has an odd disdain for Pidgeys. As a kid, they would always swoop down and take food off her plate. It’s a bit selfish, but the bad childhood experience left her wishing Pidgeys didn’t exist. Everytime she see’s one she can’t help but frown. It’s the reason she never caught one of her original journey and instead has a Swellow.
Something that scares or disturbs them, but they won’t tell anyone
Leaf is afraid of ghosts, so much so that she’ll never raise a ghost-type. She always claims that she doesn’t like their style in battle, but in reality she’s unwilling to catch and train one. It’s completely irrational, and in her head she knows that ghost-type Pokemon are fantastic and safe, but something about them sends chills down her spine. This fear was a part of the reason she decided not the challenge to Kanto Elite 4. She didn’t believe she could handle Agatha’s all ghost team, and she knew that a champion should be able to handle any team thrown at them.
wherever you go, go with all your heart || Morty & Falkner
starter for @aviangrace
Even with the casual pace, leaving early meant that by the time he arrived at Violet City, he was still ahead of their promised meeting time. Now, he could have called and let Falkner now of his arrival, but after a moment’s thought, he decided to make it a surprise. With a small smile curling his lips, the blond walked towards Falkner’s home, letting his body go into autopilot as his mind wandered about their plan for today.
With the arrival of the new battling season, they rarely had time to meet up casually. As Falkner was the first Gym Leader new Trainers typically faced, he’d be swamped with challengers almost daily. Morty had it a little easier-- Whitney could be a terrifying opponent for the unprepared. He still get more than usual, but it wasn’t to the extent that his best friend had to face. Whatever free time, little as it be, was spent on finishing paperwork.
They did get to call one another every couple of days or so, but it could never beat an actual meet up. Morty privately admits that he rather missed the days where Falkner came to visit him, where they could talk for hours on end, or watch a few movies in silence. He cherished his companionship, as it helped kept the bad thoughts away whenever his abilities got a bit too much to handle. Seeing Falkner in one of his sweaters was an added bonus, too.
But with the stream of challengers dwindling, he figured it was high time that they forget about work for awhile and just spend the day together. Morty proposed the idea, and after hashing out the details, they agreed on a trip to the Ruins of Alph. He’d been there a few times in his life, quite enjoying the serene atmosphere the ruins gave off. Knowing that it was one of Falkner’s comfort spots made it even more special to him.
Soon, he arrived at his destination. Morty had been to this enough times that even with his head in the clouds, he didn’t take the wrong route. He brushed back the stray bits of hair from his eyes -- for this trip, he ditched his usual outfit for a dark purple elbow shirt, brown cargo pants, his scarf hanging loosely around his neck, and some hair clips to keep his bangs at bay -- before he knocked on the door.
Morty took a step back and waited, quietly excited to his best friend again.
how about the classic university au with falk and morty?
Give me an AU and I will write 5 ideas/headcanons for our muses in that AU (Accepting)
Morty’s the aspiring historian and Falkner’s someone who’s aiming to become a vet.
They’re college roommates and it’s an all around good time because both have good habits -- with the occasional nitpicks -- and get along swimmingly.
Morty probably joins a club of some sort that involves him returning back to his room super late at night so he would text Falkner, asks him to please boil some water so he could make tea or something. Falkner understands and sometimes, would go the extra mile and make the tea himself.
Like at some point they realize that heck, I kinda sorta lowkey like him??? Doesn’t actively show it at first but it can be seen through little gestures like helping out with assignments, movie nights, going out to eat together after finishing stuff for the day.
When they do realize that they have feelings and it’s mutual, you can bet they’d be all cuddly and lovey dovey in their room. Generally avoids PDA but you can bet they’d be watching tv together with Falkner resting his head on Morty’s lap and Morty playing with Falkner’ hair.
Send a ◣ for a sleepy confession from my muse about your muse
It’s been a long day and Morty wants nothing more than to go to bed. Still, he can’t forget about his guest for the day, who had also been a huge help.
“Thanks a lot Falkner,” Morty murmured before he yawned. “You’ve been... a real good help... not just t’day.” He rubbed his eyes sleepily. “You’ve always been... nice t’ me... I’m so grateful... that you’re my bestie...” Morty pulls Falkner into a loving hug. “’m so glad...”
Even though the context around it isn’t cheery, he can’t help but feel happy visiting his grandparents on his mother’s side. Johto may only be just south of Sinnoh, but Roark lacks the time and resources to hop on over whenever he wants. But his business with them is over with now, and despite their insistence on him staying, he has to get home as soon as possible.
But first, an excursion.
“Yo, Rampardos, do you understand these moon runes, either?” he jokingly asks the headbutt Pokemon. It brays in response. Turning his headlamp away from the petroglyphs carved into the Ruins of Alph, he cracks his knuckles. “I mean, SUPPOSEDLY, these are supposed to talk about some sort of mystery, but who am I, fuckin’ Sherlock Holmes?”
“Come on, buddy, let’s play somethin’ fun. I hear you can get all sorts of goodies by smashin’ rocks. Maybe we’re find a whole cache of nuggets! Or do you think that’s my most hare-brained get-rich-quick scheme yet?”
He scoots further into the ruins, situating himself in front of a boulder. Rampardos waddles after him. “Training exercise!” Roark announces. “My Pokemon are only as tough as I am, so I challenge you to a boulder smashin’ race! Let’s reap the spoils of plunder! Winner gets to eat Grandma’s leftover fudge.”
With the mention of fudge, Rampardos lifts his tail and smacks it down on a boulder with a quick thwap, causing rock shrapnel to fly everywhere.
“Rampardos! I didn’t say begin--”
He’s cut off as he hears a yelp. His faces drains of color and immediately he swings around, headlight illuminating a figure. “Sorry, sorry!” he apologizes. “You ain’t bleedin’ profusely, are ya?”
11. the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.
The doctor says he’s in peak physical health, which honestly confuses him.
“Are you sure?” Morty asks, a hand gently pressing against his stomach. Even though all sorts of tests has been conducted, there’s no evidence to show that he’s contracted some sort of illness. No tumor. No tears. Nothing. The doctor shows him the scan, the results, everything. Nothing.
But Morty is sure that there is something. It’s the only explanation as to why his stomach hurts. It hits him randomly, the pangs that is. Sometimes, it’s manageable, like the feeling he gets if he forgoes a couple of meals until his stomach is all but growling for food. Other times, it gets painful to the point that he could do nothing but curl up into the tightest ball possible, silently wishing for the pain to end.
It’s been happening for a few months now until he concedes and goes to the dreaded hospital. He thinks he’s going to get an answer finally but it proves to be futile.
“Yes, I’m very sure. You’re very healthy for a young man your age.”
“How could this be?” Morty whispers, more to himself than the doctor. “I know that my stomach hurts. It’s even starting to affect my everyday life.” He turns despondent amethyst eyes to the aged physician. “What should I do?”
“Hmm...” The doctor taps his pen against the clipboard in hand, browns pinching in thought. “Well, the only other explanation that I have... it’s not medical related but... maybe it’s happening to someone else.”
Morty stares at the man like he grew a second head. “Come again?”
“Have you heard about soulmates?” At the hesitant nod, the doctor continued. “It’s a bit rare and I’ve only seen it happen to a handful of people throughout my career but... it would certainly give an explanation to your... ailment.”
“Could you please explain more?” Morty asks a bit desperately. Finally, he’s getting an answer to his mysterious condition.
“You see, there are cases where you share a deep connection with your soulmate. So much so that whatever they feel in an extreme manner, you would feel the same. It seems to me that whoever your soulmate is, they’re afflicted with some sort of stomach problem. The feeling is transmitted to you, hoping that you’d feel sympathetic and grow closer to your soulmate as you would understand the pain they’re going through.”
Morty sits in silence as his brain tries to absorb all of the information. So, all this time, the pain is caused by his soulmate? One that he still has yet to meet? That revelation should have sparked some sort of anger within him for all of the inconvenience it’s causing him but all he felt is... sympathy. Somewhere out there, his soulmate is suffering and he’s not there to help them.
“I... thank you doctor, for all you’ve done,” he replies in the end, voice a bit hollow. It’s not long before he’s out of the hospital, looking a little dazed. All this time, he has a soulmate, one that’s going through a lot of pain. Morty has heard of soulmates and always wished he would find his one day. To think, this is the answer to his silent question...
Well, now that it’s confirmed, all that’s left is to find them, eh? That’s the only way to get the pain to stop. This time, when he feels a sharp pang in his stomach, Morty merely grimaces, lips twisting up in a half smile. His soulmate is in pain and he’s going to find them.
Somewhere across town, inside a bedroom with the curtains drawn, lies a shivering ball of a young man with blue hair, his arms wrapped around his stomach. It’s always like this when he slips up just a tiny bit. Still, for some odd reason, his heart feels... warm. It’s not because of his illness and his current situation. It’s something else, something that’s far and yet so near... It’s inconceivable but he still manages to crack a tiny, genuine smile through the pain.
