#martianmaiden

[rickrackriley]

"You’re not being fair."

"Oh, honey. You wouldn't know fair if it hit you in the face."

[legendinred]

>:D *nudges forcefully*

Who would be the big spoon? They'd take turns. 

Who would wake up first? Mars. Red doesn't like being awake. 

Do they have nicknames for each other? Red calls her Red because of her hair and because he likes his name. 

What happened when they met each other’s parents? Red tripped and broke his knee. The rest of the meetup was in the hospital. Fun... 

How do they apologise after an argument? They make out for a while before Red buys her shit. He's rich. She has sex with him to apologize, he doesn't complain. 

What would they be like as parents? She'd be the mom who wants the kids to be doctors when they grow up and he'd be the dad who tells them to follow their dreams and become ballerinas if they really want to. 

Who is the better cook? Not Red.

Who is more romantic? What's romance?

What sort of gifts do they get for each other? Expensive ones. 

Who gets jealous easiest? Mars. Red could be rolling in bitches. 

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? Red. Party animal thing.

Who is the most adventurous? Red. He likes adventure. 

Who is the most protective? Both but you better watch out, Mars'll kill you. 

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? He would be chasing after her and she wouldn't pay much attention. 

*BONUS: Song to sum them up?* This...because of reasons

 Do I ship it?

 NOTP / Crack only / AU only / Not really / Maybe a little / Well now I do/ Yes/ Of course! / OTP/ Never thought about it...ever

[clems-old-acct-blog]

Reality is Just a Crutch [Clementine & Mars]

"What do you think of a world where everything as you know has been reversed? Just think of a battle where the super-effectiveness of an attack loses its nature and becomes ineffective all of a sudden, and vice versa. Now imagine a surreal universe where all that you know has become the opposite of what they were before.

Bizarre, isn’t it?

There’s nothing ambiguous about that suggestion... I mean all matter: from the trees, to the land, seas, skies, and stars have literally been thrown askew. Even the logic you’ve once so heavily depended on becomes utterly worthless. The only process that remains sound is that of the ‘cause and effect’- the key ingredient to balance.

Can you imagine it?

To put it simply, that would be one way of defining the Distortion World, the lair of the legendary beast Giratina. When the real world centers solely on the concept of ‘life’ and ‘liveliness’, the Distortion World focuses on the exact opposite: ‘perishment’.

You could even say that the terminological opposite of our great ‘cosmos’ is the ‘Distortion World’. It’s an unseen dimension that exists in our every day but goes as disregarded as a dream we wake from and cast from our memories as soon as reality takes over once more.

I am doctor Newton Graceland. In this documentary, I would like you to follow me through the footage I have captured of this lawless, nightmarish world composed of utter madness - one of which we escape, even though the intangible manifestation of it is said to be a support system of reality in which…"

“Hey… Is that really okay?”

“What’s wrong, dear?”

Stretching her bare legs so that her painted toes graze the coffee table, the young woman’s eyes glue onto the muted screen as the researcher Graceland embarks on a proud showing of his so-called ‘footage’.

The film is poor of quality and somewhat stale to the nurse who’s studied the very same video countless times for a college thesis in the past. With much difficulty, the footage depicts the obvious disorderliness of Distortion World that Graceland had danced his way around with his fanciful literary jargon.

Curling up with a pillow locked against her chest, Clementine gives her mother a grin filled with certainty.

“Nothing, momma. He sounds a lot like that one professor I had in my freshman year. The one that beat around the bush a lot?” She adds just to jog their memories, before easing her chin into the pillow.

“Anyway… I’m just a little bothered by the fact that Graceland’s trying to make a spectacle out of the Distortion World. Isn’t he romanticizing fact with fantasy a little too much? They say even Giratina’s not all that happy with its job, you know… Way to let the world know that custodian duty isn’t the worst career out there.”

With a reassured smile, the nurse’s mother extends a wrinkled hand and strokes her daughter’s hair. “Maybe he just wants the audience to understand the Distortion World from a scholarly perspective.”

In a rare show of skepticism, Clementine scoffs, shutting her eyes pensively and leaning into the hand that pets her cheek.

“Then, a fool he is! Calling it ‘lawless’ and ‘madness’ even though he clearly knows it exists for a good reason! Maybe he’s glad he found a way to and from Distortion World, but Giratina oughta keep him in there a little longer for a wake-up call. ☆”

Sensing Clementine’s mean streak lashing out, her mother shifts her touch and rubs one of the girl’s shoulders. “Now, Clementine. As an educated woman, you should know better than to criticize varying opinions. Speaking of which, you really do look up to Giratina, don’t you?”

Clementine beams, “I do ♥ How can I not? It’s the lone-wolf type of Pokemon, the cool type! When trouble stirs in the world, Pokemon and humans collaborate to take on the source of turmoil! With courage! Passion! But...”

She hugs her knees, eyes taking on an admiring gaze as she watches the vague form of Giratina hover in the dim skies of the documentary footage. “The legendary renegade, priorly known to be antagonistic and violent, sweeps trouble from our world and saves the day from Galactic in the end. I’m sure it doesn’t want anything more than to simply retain the rightful state of Distortion World, but it really did all of us a favor. A knight in ghostly armor! ♪”

Her mother’s eyes soften, “Fair enough, then. Well, I expect you not to laze around all winter break gushing over a legendary Pokemon that will never return your feelings. You should separate reality from fantasy, dear. I reckon you should go out and get yourself a proper man this time, young lady.”

At the suggestion, the nurse freezes, seemingly having a chord struck particularly hard inside her. Make that two: one for the notion of another relationship, and the other for her mother’s misconception of ‘fantasy’ and ‘reality’.

Having slunk quietly into the room sometime prior, Clementine’s Luxray slips beneath the woman’s propped legs over to the other side and sits. Tail swishing, her electrifying eyes watch as her trainer sets her feet onto the floor and extends a hand to stroke between her ears. Purr, purr.

Gently combing the Pokemon’s mane and feeling static cling to her fingers, Clementine replies finally, “This girl don’t need no man right now. ☆”

“Clementine!”

Her mother’s tone is somewhat harsher now, showing obvious appalment at her remark. “I had you when I was your age! Don’t you think it’s about time you found someone willing to look after you?”

“I’m taking Kasarin out for a walk, and nope,” Clementine returns simply, smile growing as Luxray nudges into her warm palms. “I have Kasarin here to look after me ♪ You know I would rather live without ever meeting a husband than live without her! And as for reality? I’ve kept my nose on the grindstone for years, momma. I have a good job, and I’m more than happy with everything I have right now!”

Standing, she shuts the television off,  ignoring her mother’s ruffled scoff.

“Reality is just a crutch for cynics whose fantasies have outdone them. And I will never, never be below my dreams. ♥”

[gogogobarry]

Twelve, and *uhmmm* seventeen? Wait no, eighteen? No, do seventeen. Ugh, nvm, You choose."

"Galactic Commander Mars! Finally… finally I’ve found you! Prepare to be defea- mmmph!”

Mars growled down into her scotch and quickly covered the hyper blond’s flapping mouth with her hand. It just totally figured that he would show up when it was her day off. “What are you doing here?” she sneered, taking a long pull of alcohol, her features flushing as red as her hair. “You do know that this is an adult bar, right kid?”

Barry stood up proudly, shaking Mars’s hand off and pointing at his chest. “No matter where you’re hiding out, I’ll always catch you, you evildoer! Hey!” Rolling her eyes, Mars grabbed the blond’s arm and sat him down roughly in the seat next to hers, pushing a shot towards the protesting trainer. “Shut up and drink up! Unless… unless you’re scared of drinking this kind of adult stuff…” the commander trailed, a smirk on her lips. Barry flushed angrily, immediately rising to the bait and gulping the shot down, sputtering. “N-no problem… you clearly underestimate me, Galactic! Hey!" 

Barry glared at the grinning commander as she casually slid another shot towards him. So that’s how this was going to be…

- one hour later - 

"I don’t h-hate you, you know…” Barry managed into between giggles and hiccups. “I actually think maybe Team Galactic is okay. Yeah, I cou-hic-could get behind that. Hic.” Slumped over adjacent to him on her bar stool, Mars let out a girlish snort. “You are so sweet, honey!” she tittered, wrapping him in a tight hug as both of the mortal enemies dissolved into laughter, causing the bartender to roll his eyes for the fortieth time that night.

They were going to regret this later, there was no doubt about that.

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17. our characters sharing a lucid dream

"We’re dreaming, you know that?" The cocky voice of Mars continued to vex Barry as he continued to order his Staraptor to go to town on her Purugly. “Yeah right!” the blond shot back as his Staraptor landed a Close Combat that brought Purugly to the brink of fainting. Barry clenched his fists in anticipation… finally he was going to beat a Galactic commander! Imagine the stories! Imagine the parades in his honor! He would be called a hero if he only landed one more attack…

"As soon as you declare this attack, we’re going to wake up…" The teasing voice of Mars echoed across the battlefield, causing the blond to cover his ears in annoyance. “Shut up, you’re just making excuses for your defeat!” he growled at the commander. “Now Staraptor, Close Comba-“

Barry immediately woke up in his own bed, drenched in cold sweat, still cradling his Stunfisk plushie. A few moments passed, and then a muffled shout could be heard as the trainer vented his frustrations into his pillow.  

Halfway across Sinnoh in her own bed, Mars laughed quietly to herself. Even when they were dreaming together, Team Galactic was still one step ahead of that annoying blond pest.

[roarked-up]

Sister Dearest || Roark & Mars

Roark seriously isn't paid enough for this job.

Not the mining. He's pretty much resigned himself to the fact he'll never be paid his weight in beans for all the work he's put in.

Gym Leading.

It's a cruel mistress. He supposes that the battles are easy enough. After all, it's mostly just kids who challenge him, and seldom ever are any good enough to beat him. Sometimes, he admits, he even lets them win. He remembers how scary his first gym battle was, and how much his self confidence was shot after a crushing defeat. He knows he shouldn't go easy on them, but there's always the other Gym Leaders to show those kids what the League's about. Like Volkner, or his Dad.

It's the outside duties that go with his title that's the problem. When he first came to Canalave a few days ago, it was to visit his Dad.

And then he was promptly assigned on a mission to go check out Team Galactic. There's an old, abandoned inn in Canalave that's been locked up for years. They say the place is haunted, but he can't say so for himself. 

The only "haunting" there is the swarm of Team Galactic members using it for reasons that are beyond him. Roark doesn't know a damn thing about Team Galactic. He just knows they have something to do with alternative energy--and those who impede on his precious coal industry are an enemy to him. No one buys coal, no job for him. It's as simple as that. 

And it's Team Galactic's fault his family plans are pretty much moot anyway, so that's another reason to dislike them.

But maybe it's for the better he has to do this.

He can imagine the scene now.

The visit would inevitably end in another awkward stare-off, anyway, the both of them trying their hardest not to mention his mother or sister. Ma stil lives in Oreburgh. He doesn't talk to her anymore. He hasn't seen his sister in years. He has no idea where she might be. 

Yep. Work is the only thing keeping him sane.

Readying himself, he takes out his Member Card and swipes it in the key reader of the normally tightly shut Harbor Inn, and opens it, readying himself for whatever it is Team Galactic's doing.

[gogogobarry]

~red string of fate~~~~

33. Our muses are destined to save lives together

Ten years had passed since the fall of Team Galactic at the hands of an unassuming Pokemon trainer trio. Since that time atop Mount Coronet, Barry threw himself into the business of helping others, eventually ending up as a clumsy (but dedicated) Pokemon Center intern. Tonight he was working the unusual late-night shift, covering for an intern who had fallen ill herself. As Barry walked down the hall with a soup tray for a patient, he heard the doors swing open violently behind him. Barry felt a hard shove on his back, and both he and his soup went sprawling into a group of Chanseys, who immediately hurried to help the poor trainer out.

"Watch where you’re going!" 

The snarl made Barry whirl around in recognition. He looked up and saw the same piercing eyes, the same horrible hairdo and the same sneering lips… concealed by a surgeon’s mask. The blond’s eyes widened and his jaw hit the floor, but before he could say anything, Mars had already left for the operating room.