#silverlinedrival

[undellabay-rp]

"...I'm here to prove that I've become stronger with my Pokemon." (Lady here, signing in with Silver!)

Well, here’s the place to prove it! If you head on over to the Masterlist, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of people you can show just how much stronger you’ve become-- and they’re all very excited to meet you, too!

> Chimchar-Mod

[toxicendbringer-blog]

Butterfly-Weed, Yellow Cosmos

FLOWER GARDEN SECRETS! || [Closed. No Longer Accepting!]

Butterfly-Weed: What is one thing that always makes you stop and admire, no matter what you were doing prior?

An innocent question, one that just thinking about the answers brought a smile to the ninja’s lips. He listed out a few with a jovial tone. “The sharpness of a blade, the deadliness of a poison-type, the frustration and look of hopelessness on my opponent's face.” A nice rear end. “Such things can always captivate me if done well.” 

Yellow Cosmos: What is your favorite constellation? Why?

”I have none. I never paid much attention to the stars.” He answered with a half-truth. He did pay attention to them, mainly when it involved how much lightning they produced in the dead of night. 

[calculxting-archive-blog]

What are Archer's thoughts on Silver?

“I almost feel obligated to say that I thought he was okay enough. I’ll admit, though, I was the one who probably tolerated him the least... aside from perhaps Proton, but I could be wrong. I don’t like children, and I found him irritating at best. At worst, I despised his presence. Maybe he’s more tolerable now that he’s grown. Not that I would know.”

[gogogobarry]

[Examine STARAPTOR]

[Do what with STARAPTOR?]

> Examine

> Mating Call

> Boop

> Peck

[[You examine this glorious, feathery falcon with such intensity that it begins to blush. Seriously, what are you thinking? Birds have rights too, and it’s always been rude to stare!

You both avoid eye contact and slowly back away from each other. The tension is so thick that you could cut it with a Honedge. You apologize and mumble something about getting Staraptor a nice sweater. Awkward.]]  

[hatbow-blog]

... Talk about us?

Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse:

What they define their relationship with your muse as: It’s… Complicated. Lyra wants to think of Silver as her friend, she really does, but feels a little uncertain as to whether their friendship is one-sided or not.

Something they like about your muse: She wouldn’t dare say it, but Lyra’s always admired Silver’s hair. Not gonna lie, she’d absolutely love to style it, but she knows Silver would kill her on the spot if she even attempted such a thing.

Something they dislike about your muse: He was a bit of a jerk in the past, but hey, he’s made an effort to change that. He can still be a bit prickly, though and Lyra wishes he’d be a liiiittle kinder.

Their first impression of your muse: When they first met, Lyra thought Silver was a total and complete butthead. I mean, he stole a Pokémon from the Professor and tried to fight her and her friends. She heard he even KICKED Gold. Rude!

Their impression of your muse now: From what she’s seen and heard from others (mostly Gold and Kris), Silver’s changed quite a bit from when they were younger. She’s proud of him for trying to change for the better and likes to think he’s happier the way he is now.

How they feel about your muse: Positive. Despite events in the past, Lyra thinks of Silver in a positive light now and wants things to improve even more, but doesn’t quite know how to go about it.

Something they are hiding from your muse: She may or may not still be a little bitter about stuff in the past.

Something they wish they could to tell your muse: “I just want you to be happy, Silver.”

[kantolegend-blog]

♡ + Seasons

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

Red finds symbolism in the winter. It’s when he was born, just a day shy of spring; it’s his reality now, high on Mt. Silver where the bitter winds and heavy snow never quite stop. People call him strange for finding solace in the frigid weather, but he’s never been bothered by the cold. Maybe it’s a testament to his character. Or, maybe that’s how he’d like people to think of him.

Alternatively, it’s likely not surprising that summer finds Red a bit too warm and uncomfortable. It’s not that he can’t stand it, or that you’d ever find him complaining. He’s simply never been taken with the way his shirt clings to his skin and his footsteps grow heavy under the unrelenting sun. It’s a time of year that’s always dragged on a little too long for his liking.

Spring and autumn are the seasons of change. The former sees flowers bloom and life begin beneath refreshing bouts of rain; the latter brings cool refreshing winds and beautiful colors as trees shed their leaves and paint the routes. Red once identified with them, years ago, before he found himself isolated and unable to progress in his own accomplishments. Nonetheless, Red misses and continues to enjoy them, albiet with a touch of bitter envy.

[lionheartedlilium-blog]

cats in a tree ⚜  lysandre & silver

Blaise has a particular talent for getting into these kinds of situations--unfortunately, Lysandre has had to learn this the hard way. Ultimately it isn’t too surprising (a Pyroar, at heart, is still a very large cat, no matter how proud and noble the species of Pokemon is supposed to be), though the last time Lysandre had witnessed Blaise getting stuck in a tree had been a good ten or so years ago.

“Please calm down,” Lysandre implores through the pathetic yowls of the Pyroar, a rare hint of desperation coloring his words. Blaise’s yowling only gets louder, and there’s a distinct crack from the branch he’s stuck on... and still, the Pokemon refuses to move.

Lysandre assesses his options. He has none. Desperate times call for desperate measures, he supposes, and with a resigned sigh, makes for the tree himself. If he has to pull Blaise down himself, so be it.

The climb is not as bad as he expects it to be, hauling himself up the first few branches, and then, barely audible over the ruckus Blaise is causing, another crack like the one before.

He feels the branch creek under his feet, then give way, and in the last possible second, he jumps. The next branch is sturdier, thicker, and Lysandre is able to haul himself into a sitting position, just long enough to get his bearings, catch his breath.

No longer is there a clear path to the stuck Pokemon, nor back to the ground. A fleeting, bitter smile curls over his lips at the irony of it all. “Useless,” he murmurs to himself, and casts his eyes over the ground. A passing trainer will likely be his best bet--

“Pardon me!” he calls out to a boy nearing the tree, voice raised to carry over the Pyroar’s yowling. “I don’t suppose you have a flying-type you could spare for a few moments?”

[takecareyasuo]

Moon- Are you a night owl or a morning person?

Oh I’m not so sure, my sleep patterns are very um… irregular?

Let’s go with night owl? That sounds way more edgy.