#secretivewanderer

[azureseal-blog]

"So, what's wrong with me doc?"

“umm... Those eye bags do have me a little concerned for starters. Have you been getting enough sleep? What kind of meals do you eat? You aren’t overworking yourself, are you? Perhaps it’d be easier if you just came in for a physical examination. I’ll probably be able to give you a proper diagnosis then. What time are you available? Please take care of yourself first in the meantime.”

[atlanteon]

burn auburn on the mountainside; wally & aarune

@secretivewanderer

     Taking a step forward, Wally watches the craters dance like the remnants of a giant’s feet, secrets soiling underneath the fissure of the earth’s surface. The sun is glinting in the sky, burning through the open ground and lighting up the shadows of their legs, their backs, their ankles. Rocks are towering over their bodies, surrounding the remaining trainers walking away from the afternoon sun. Soon, dusk will fall; a dark hand, where the stars refuse not to grow. 

     He looks at the sun simmering in between the last few glimpses of light. Turning to his companion -- a man with the hands of adventure, the heart of both a friend and a brother -- he offers Aarune a smile of excitement. It’s soft as a wilting garden ( like a shrivel of a lilac aching to bloom ), but it leeches off of him, radiant on the pale of his skin and the shape of his mouth. “Uncle Aarune,” he says, an endearment he rarely uses, “we should get going now, I’m guessing? It’s getting dark.”

     Wally lifts his face mask closer to his face. He adjusts his backpack on his shoulders, careful not to loosen the ropes tying his sleeping bag together. Aarune has always reminded him to have everything he’s needed for a long trip, make sure that everything is there when he needs something. Wally has the locations of his necessities memorised by heart: clothes in the center of his backpack, as well as spare underwear, just in case something happens; packed food ( after all, they can’t always stop by whenever they want ); and his Pokeballs resting in the corner pocket -- for easy access, Uncle had told him, if they were to encounter a wild Pokemon along the way. 

     Stepping foot in the cave, Wally watches as the sun falls beneath the boulders of the mountains, the moon breaking where the sun used to be. Quietly, he follows Aarune’s footsteps. They climb up the stairs, where they observe how the waters are ploughing through the steep fall of the rocks and splashing across the rough shore. The waters are as clear as the cut of a gaping chest. Underneath it, Wally can see the splitting of the craggy surface. 

          “You know,” he starts, bending his knees to catch a small portion of the water with his hands, “some of the elders told me that Meteor Falls is even more beautiful when the sun is out.” Wally glances up at him, letting the water slip through the slit of his fingers like parting bridges. “There are a lot of secrets in Hoenn, huh?” He presses his hands against his thighs and pushes himself to stand. Laughing, he balls his hand into a fist, the sound brighter than a city. “I hope we encounter one tonight.”

[lionheartedlilium-blog]

If you're still doing it alt for Aarune and Lysandre maybe?

send ‘alt’ to hear about a random alternate universe involving our muses

Western AU!

Okay but consider: Lysandre owning a saloon and Aarune being the stranger blowing through town. Lysandre should probably be known for giving strangers a place to stay for a night or two in return for an odd job here or there

So Aarune ends up helping Lysandre clean up after closing up one night in exchange for being able to crash in one of the back rooms before he sets off for another town the next morning

Lysandre would probably be curious as to why Aarune’s traveling, so they just end up staying up until almost dawn exchanging stories and whatnot

Aarune leaves as expected the next day but surprise! Like a month later Lysandre gets a letter from him just talking about what he’s been up to and where he’s been

Lysandre can never write back because Aarune doesn’t stay in one place too long, but he keeps receiving letters & probably saves them all

Aarune should probably swing back through town a year or so later with Emmet on his arm

They’re bros basically the end

[lionheartedlilium-blog]

on the run ⚜ lysandre & aarune

Lysandre does not particularly care for Hoenn; the weather is too hot, the air too muggy, the summers too long. Still, beggars can’t be choosers, and the abundance of secret bases makes it the perfect region for a man who is trying not to be noticed. Of which he’s been doing a particularly good job--that is, until today.

Upon returning to where is current base is situated, a rock cave secluded away on one of the water routes, there’s an instant feeling of unease, that something is off. The Luxray at his side stiffens, lets out something like a low hiss, eyes fixed on a point just around the rock wall.

“Calm, Augustine,” Lysandre instructs, with one lard hand placed gently on the Pokemon’s head. Curiously, he ventures forward, not yet entering the base, but just observing, taking in his surroundings, looking for the intruder that is doubtless there. For now, he can only hope it was just a stray Pokemon that set Augustine off, but then--

Then, a flash of yellow, of blond hair behind a boulder. Lysandre rounds the corner, shoulders squared, head tipped up proudly, an impressive figure in the near-darkness.

“Excuse me,” he says, as calm as ever despite the threatening hint of a low growl to the words. “I don’t suppose I can help you? It isn’t every day I catch strangers lurking around outside my bases.”

[redhotridge-blog]

"Heya! Th' folks 'round here told me that yer th' Gym Leader an' I wanna ask if ya know any good undiscovered spots 'round these parts."

“Huh? Yeah, that’s me...I mean-- yes, I am the Gym leader around here! Here to help anyone who may need it,” Her gusto trailed off and she cleared her throat.

“Undiscovered? I uh, would think me knowing about it would make it discovered.” Who was this guy anyway? “I'd say Mt. Chimney but with all that garbage from Magma and Aqua, we’re trying to keep the mountain safer and more guarded.”

Wouldn’t she be excited to learn that Magma made a hideout out of it.

“Why, who’s asking?”

[takecareyasuo]

Expect the Unexpected || Open

“Tasty, hm?” Yasuo teased after handing the ripe Payapa berry to Beatrice. The domesticated Nekkoara sat inside the breeders traveling pack but remained near his right shoulder while she ate.

“Koa~” Bee agreed, mouth full and tiny claws clinging the fruit possessively while her eyes remained shut in satisfaction.

“The Berry Master always hooks us up. ‘wish our garden grew nearly as well back home.” He gathered the last of the Payapa and dropped them into a secure case with a great variety of other berries he’d plucked from the property and the Master himself. Trips to route 123 were routine for Yasuo Maruyama, the most affordable and dependable method of collecting berry’s for homemade poffins, but today he planned to venture a little further to Maulville City.

A sharp cry came from Bee the moment Yasuo returned to his bicycle. Wincing, he ducked to the side, “No, no, just one berry. We have to take the rest home or what will you and the others have to eat for the next two weeks?”

Bee simmered down with a gulp and sniff before curling her fluffy arms around the tall humans collar once again. Wearing a content grin, Yasuo pulled along his bike and ventured away from the property. The tires had become worn and tired. He planned on replacing them once they made it to Maulville. Till then, he’d have to go by foot, but at least the route was beautiful and lively today. A bit too lively, Yasuo thought, as he heard a much too active rustle from afar. Beyond the grass.

Yasuo wasn’t keen to run into another trainer today. It was simple to shake them off with his pitiful ‘Hi there, I am broke, but thanks for the flattering offer’ line, but pitiful and exhausting all the same. This movement was so foreign that Yasuo worried it might be a wild bird Pokemon caught in a cluster of twigs. Concern caused him to stray from the paved road and he carefully tread through the grass till he came to a stiff stance near the rustling foliage. Between the thick greenery he easily caught a bright contrast of red. It must be a Swellow!

The breeder was caught off guard once he’d reached forward to push the brush aside and found a human instead of a bird. He took a full step back and froze up again, sweating from embarrassment, “Oh, ah, I um... s-sorry to disturb you..!” Why was he apologizing? Clearly he was the one disturbed in this situation! What was this stranger doing anyway? It didn’t matter. He should go, quickly, this was so awkward.

[surfinsheila-blog]

Magic Conch Rune // Aarune and Shani

Going off the path of Route 120 seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, when you see a floating red zigzag stripe just trouncing through the forest, you can’t not go to investigate.

By the time you realize that a dastardly ghost pokemon might be leading you to your doom, you’re already deep in its territory with nowhere to run.

By the time you realize it’s actually just some camouflage pokemon, the feeling of relief flows over you.

Until you realize you still have no idea where you are.

Shani had told herself that this was fine! After all, she’d never quite been in a forest like this before. The trees were huge! And they all had cool vines hanging from them and there were so many pokemon she’d never seen before and some that even came from Kanto! It was like being in a new place and at home all at once! That was awesome!

But then time passed.

Shani really wasn’t sure how much. It was hard to tell where the sun had moved in the denseness of the trees and she had no idea how much time had passed in between all her distractions of exploring the forest. Despite everything, she still hadn’t found the path.

All she knew that it was hours ago since she went through the last of her food. To be fair, she hadn’t brought that much. The trip between Lilycove and Fortree isn’t supposed to be that long...if you stay on the path. Her stomach whined in protest, squirming and pulling in defiance of her inability to feed it.

“I know...” she whined back. It wasn’t unusual for Shani to talk to herself. After all, so many of her adventures were spent alone, you had to break the silence somehow. Though at this point she wished her stomach would be a little more quiet.

The panic hadn’t fully set in yet. After all, she’d find something, right? She’d gotten through worse situations. She wasn’t about to die out in the jungle because of some food, right?

As if on cue, she spotted it, shining bright among a sea of green and brown: fruit!

She wasted no time and no thought, absolutely bursting towards it at full speed. A trio of bananas, just hanging there for the taking! Within seconds, she wrapped herself around the trunk, hiking her compact body high enough so that she could reach. She wrapped her legs around the trunk and leaned backwards, stretching out her thick but stout arms. But it seemed to be just out of her grasp.

“Ahh come on! Curse these beautiful, short arms!” She huffed, daring to lean out a little farther, her muscles tensing and vibrating as she strained them. Inch by inch...got it! She grinned as she managed to wrap her fingers around the elongated fruit. But when she tried to pull, it didn’t give.

“Agh, noooo! Come on!” She tugged harder but it didn’t seem to be giving way. A sudden, deep rumbling tickled her wrapped legs, causing her to gasp. Before she could even ask herself what was going on, the tree started to rise, as if being uprooted from the very ground which she stood on.

Fight or flight quickly set in and while she usually went for the former option, the unknowing of what the heck was going on promptly set her to the latter. Still holding onto the fruit, she released her legs, looking to leap to the ground. To her surprise, she simply hung from the fruit, swaying back and forth. 

“Wha-- agh!” Just as she was about to let go, the fruit finally gave into her weight, detaching from the bunch and sending her tumbling to the ground. She slammed against the fertile dirt with a loud, heavy thump, followed by a series of pained groans from the troubled sailor.

It was when she looked up at the mysterious uprooted tree she realized that it wasn’t a tree at all.

It was a Pokemon.

A very pissed off Pokemon.

She’d never seen one like it before. It was huge, with a long neck and huge leaves coming from its brown body, which had only moments before blended perfectly with the surrounding dirt. It’s slit eyes glared daggers at her, staring menacingly at the fruit she now clutched in her hands. The fruit she had stolen from it.

“A-- ahaaah. Heeeey! Sorry about that! I didn’t know that uhm-- is this yours? I had no idea, I mean, you were doing the whole camoflague thing, which-- really good job on that by the way! Didn’t know you were even here! Pokemon in this part of the woods really like being able to blend in huh? Well uhm, yeah, either way-- sorry about that. I’ll just-- uhm-- leave this here,” she said, reaching out as far as she could towards the creature to place the fruit in front of it. As she tried to inch away, the Pokemon let out a vicious roar and reared itself back. Her breath hitched in her throat and she only just managed to roll out of the way of its heavy foot, ready to stomp down on her.

She wasn’t sure if the lesson here was not to not wander off the path or to not go picking mysterious fruit but either way she would have appreciated learning it in a less dangerous manner.

[alterezwillings]

❥ (Gimme a reason to go after her throat and for him to go into his no chill mode)

Send ❥ for a thread with to meet my muse’s ex.

((Oh man this should be good.))

“Wait who’re you?”

          Crossing her arms, she huffed as the other approached her. How dare he stop her, she had places to be. This man was obviously just looking to waste her time, so she figured she’d waste his as well by completely ignoring him too. It’d be clear to him, as she wasn’t even pretending to pay attention.

“Are yer ears clogged up with yer own ego or are ya t' airhead t' read th' situation. Guess what they say 'bout dem girly blonde stereotypes are true. Pretty but lackin' in th' brains department.”

          Oh of course she had heard that part of what he was saying.

“Excuse you?! I’ll have you know I’m one of the best Ace Trainers in the region ‘sir’!”

          She all but spat the last word out, clearly holding herself back from a more vulgar name.

“I don’t have to take this from you, you hobo!”