#betterthanyoukid

[coldtrainer-blog]

I'm not sure if any of you remembers Hugh/betterthanyoukid; but yeah. I just feel really upset suddenly and miss him terribly. It's strange to feel this way – I know, considering he dropped 4 months ago but this vacancy and emptiness is starting to feel like a vacuum and it's crippling me right now.

He was my person, and I realize now that whatever I had with Imelda and he are reflections of very real feelings. I'm literally aching in my chest right now because I have no way to locate him because I was too silly to ask for his contact before he left and now his personal had been deactivated and I don't know if he's alright. I've tried sending him mail to his rp accts but no replies yet, so—

I'm going out on a limb here because I don't even know his name; what country he is in (except.. UK) and everything is just a hazy blur right now that doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense; my feelings don't ever make sense with him.

So if anyone knows betterthanyoukid/athousandcopiesofyou; just tell him I miss him terribly and that I hope he's doing fine. 

Hope you're well Luke. 

[swimmingvisors]

Three's a crowd || [Hugh / Nate]

It had been two weeks since Hugh had kissed him goodbye, the tingling sensation still hadn't left his lips, it lingered like he never did. It comforted Nate, like he never did. A sudden gust picked up, rocking the creaky old lantern he hung from the tent supports, body perched comfortably on an old mossy log.

Camping. Nate was never a big fan, but the time alone was invaluable to him, time to think. The food was nothing to brag about however, his incisors tore off a chunk of the dry bread he gripped tightly in his palm. Stale. As he sat chewing his eyes couldn't help but trail off into to damp woods, thinking about everyone he had met in the past few months. Chew. Crystal, I wonder how she's doing? Probably still travelling. Chew. I heard Roxie's doing a tour with Ruri soon, maybe I should buy tickets? Chew. Mei...? Not worth thinking about. Chew. Hugh.

Beep.

"Hmm? X-Transceiver? Isn't it a little late?" Nate chuckled, staring at the bluish illuminated screen. 1 new message: Hugh. Nate couldn't help but grin at the timing, when Hugh was around he always did make it convenient. Yet, he still haunted him when off running errands in the cities. Nate's mind never got a break from this boy... sigh.

"Nate, need to babysit little sister tomorrow! I know this is last minute but you wanna help? 9am my place!"

Again, the wind picked up, brushing an assortment of leaves and sticks about his feet. Nate smirked. "The wind rises I suppose." he babbled to himself, sticking the X-Transceiver back in his pocket post-reply. He was to show up at 9am tomorrow morning. Maybe if he bribed his little sis' they could all play a board game together, bond a little. He still missed Hugh, despite their.. trip.

That odd feeling of lust that succumbed him, the burning rage. That awful mix of emotions, finally re-united with the guy who essentially ruined his life, then forgiving him over one heated make-out session covered in blood. Not exactly a fairy-tale story there. 

"...Nah." tossed, the bread landed in the thick mud behind the small pit of sticks he had set up for a fire. It wasn't cold enough out, despite it being 1am. Mixed emotions, Nate leaned on the palm of his hand. He didn't quite want to sleep yet, too much to think about. So much had happened in the last few months it was hard to keep up with, new people.. new enemies...

Her...

"Fuck, I need to get some sleep before I start texting people out of regret or something." he murmured, stumbling into his tent for some much needed rest.

---

Knock Knock

Nate stood impatiently at the door, foot tapping against the mat. It read: Welcome, which he always was. A shadowy figure arrived, a warm smile shone on his face in anticipation of Nate's knight in shining Armour greeting him once more.

The door creaked open, Hugh's little sister looked worried through the gap in the door before her face finally lit up in happiness and she panicked for the lock.

"Nate!"

"Hey there girl!" he beamed, crouching so she may jump into his arms. Hugh's little sister was really something of wonder, always smiling, always brave. "I assume Hugh's upstairs?" a sly smile rose onto her dainty little face. Nate laughed. "He's still asleep isn't he?"

She leapt out of his embrace, signalling for him to shush before beginning to sneak up the stairs. I guess he had no choice but to follow and witness the fallout. Creeping up the stairs, he watched her point to his room, signalling Nate to wake him up violently. However, a small kiss on the lips was more than enough, he rolled over groaning and flailing his arms. Kind of adorable actually. "Huuuughhh.." he chimed melodically. More groaning, this wasn't working.

"Alright then.. go get the water bucket girl...."

And Hugh jolted upright. 

[clems-old-acct-blog]

Cleric Meets the Cranky Knight! [Clementine & Hugh]

The gravel route winds left, right, right, and then unconstructively to a forked road.

‘Unconstructive’ is a trait meant only for the incompetent and pessimistic, isn’t it? But she’s been trekking the extensive, near-helical paths of Victory Road for the eternity of two and a half hours, seeking sunlight and a hint to the exit that would return her from this hellishly quiet labyrinth of nothing but rock and water. Perhaps she would have to make friends of the Drillburs and Excadrills and survive on ground-type meat until anyone will notice her absence!

Just kidding! ☆ What sane man will try to feast on such adorable little ground-diggers?

But it still stands now that the currently unlovely, distressed Clementine is as lost as a Swanna in a snowstorm. The strain of extended travel is budding in her calves, and the dust of the caves and dug tunnels have made home in her boots and in places where dust should never reach. The world seems to be spinning two times slower in the timeless abyss of this mountain.

Finally at the top of an elevation and the junction of yet another forked path, the nurse stalls and takes a moment to bend her stiff knees. It feels so utterly soothing that she does not want to get up and carry on anymore. Whereabouts are the chivalrous trainers, trekking on their ambitious way to the league?

Reaching into her carrier bag, Clementine sorts through the neat assortment of medical items, before retrieving a single Pokeball.

With the capsule switch toggled, the ball cracks open and expels a lively burst of energy. Raising a light cloud of dust as she lands with her petite plumpness, Clementine’s Dedenne lets out a series of overjoyed squeaks at the sight of her trainer. Momentarily forgetting her predicament, the nurse rubs her palm over the electric mouse’s head.

“Denne-Denne, can I ask you to do what you did for me last time in Pinwheel Forest? Remember when you sent out those radio waves that helped people find me?” Presenting a couple of macarons from her bag, she holds them towards the Pokemon. “I’ll give you two Pokepuffs if you do it for me again.”

Heeding the reward, the Dedenne shakes her tail with a delighted chirrup, before taking a deep breath. Squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her tiny foot-paws, the Pokemon channels a light volt of electricity through the antennas on her face, sparks popping, sending forth a strong current of invisible electromagnetic radiation that scatters around them.

The sediment walls must be dense, however, and the signal fails to travel through the rocky dimensions. The walls take on a subtle glow of light as Dedenne charges up again in another attempt, and then another.

...

Spent after 10 minutes of futile effort, Dedenne nestles in Clementine’s lap and scatters crumbs as she feasts on her sweets. Snuggling her partner, Clementine berates herself with a smile.

She'd traversed far too deep into “Victory” road, a route clearly not meant for a disoriented joke like her.

“... Help! I knew I should have hired guidance!”

[fluffypinkidol]

☂

Send ☂ for a FOOD headcanon.

Rukko hates things that are too sweet. A shocker, right? But it's the truth: she honestly prefers things to be a little on the sour side, and she also can't stand extreme salt. Every other taste is just fine to her though.

[johtorising]

␛

 ␛ for an 'anger' headcanon.

One thing is for sure: Clair is a quick one to become enraged. It all stems back to her childhood, being raised in a clan where emotions were at the bottom of the priority list and fighting alongside Dragons was at the top. She will literally chase someone down & beat them into submission if they've gone so far as to disrespect her. It must be noted, however, that this rarely happens, as she has gotten a lot better at keeping her temper in check.

[railwayeclipse]

ϡ

ϡ: MENTAL STATE headcanon.

A deep and diligent thinker who may also over-analyze things. He’s very knowledgeable on current events… and, of course, all things locomotive-related. 

He can be a little strange in his ways of thought.

[littlerootprincess]

♆

♆ for a 'body' headcanon.

Sapphire is about 5'4" and weighs approximately 125 lbs. While she has a light frame, the majority of her body is made up of lean muscle. Her skin tone is a tanned, peachy colour. Her hair is a light, chestnut shade of brown. She also has a few scars, primarily on her legs and arms, from playing outdoors as a child. Sapphire's parents raised her not to be self-conscious about her body, but to honor it instead. Her lifestyle leads her to be very physically active.