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[silverliningheir]

Johto hadn’t changed much from when she left for Sinnoh. Save for the location of one of her dearest friends who now resided in Blackthorn instead of Newbark Town. Lyra takes a small breath before knocking on the door, worried he might be out. It was the afternoon, and she planned to surprise him with not only a present, but a long overdue visit. 

There’s movement on the other side of the door, and when it opens up, silver meets brown, and she gives him a warm smile. “Hey Silver, long time no see right?" 

Before he can say anything, she holds up a gold gift bag. Inside it is a luxary ball with an absol inside. "Happy Birthday Silver!”

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He wouldn’t let with Lyra or Gold know that due to them consistently choosing to celebrate his birthday, it actually made his heart warm. So naturally at first he was disgusted that  they could get such a weakness from him, yet he also enjoyed the feeling of being thought of and enjoyed for simply existing.  Every year they did they, they actually provided him something every year that he doubt they understood.

Their kindness to him was like salve to his soul, healing his rugged heart with every small gesture of acceptance. The fact they choose to keep doing this, after he told them they were under no obligation or expectation, reinforced his bond with them even if he hated to admit. He wasn’t cheap, he couldn’t bought so easily, yet he’d be lying if he said he felt nothing toward their gesture.

              “Thank you for the gift. It has been awhile, but I’m sure we’ll be playing catch up today with Gold.” 

He knew by now that wasn’t all that was in store for him when it came to those two. He called out the gift pokemon, seeing it was an Absol with a beautiful white coat and sharp red eyes. The blade like horn on it’s head catching his eye and making him smile in approval. 

@totoseon​

[snaggerleo]

👄 rui

Send  👄 + a character and my muse will talk about them!

She was hard to talk about. He’d tried, multiple times. Different people, different places, but could never find the words. Her mention filled his mind with spikes. She wasn’t any kind of threatening. Far from it. She was kind, and patient, and understanding. Someone intimidating and abusive wouldn’t scare him half as much as she did. He’d fled, for sure disappointing and hurting a good person, and thinking of their reunion filled him with fear.

Even when they’d crossed paths, he’d fled again shortly after. He hadn’t had the strength. Years later, and he still didn’t have the strength. Thoughts like those threatened to see his teeth crushing themselves.

If she had been angry. If she had tried to hurt him for what he’d done. Maybe he could’ve stayed, out of spite. But every time, she smiled with her genuine happiness, and crushed his spirit beneath the warmth of the sun.

He owed her his life. He didn’t have the ability to give it to her.

[poppyluck]

4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you? - @totoseon

Questions For the Muse -- Accepting

     “I guess that depends?” Contemplating how best to answer this question. “I’m guessing in this scenario the secret was entrusted to me by someone else? If that’s the case, then I won’t reveal it even if it means I’m falsely convicted of something. After all, someone trusted me not to tell a soul and I don’t break my promises to others so lightly,” her tone rang of truth. Poppy was loyal to a fault sometimes. Growing up with so few friends and even fewer that would reveal a secret to her, it meant that she was someone they could trust with something so personal about themselves. Why would she so quickly go telling others a precious detail that she got to know—that bonded her closer to this person.

     “But if it was a secret of mine that had to be revealed… I guess I’d probably be more open to sharing it,” a slightly awkward laugh. “I don’t personally have many secrets so, I think in that case I’d be fine with telling others if it meant I proved my innocence.”

[of-tarnished-metal]

✍

Random Headcanon Meme!  || Accepting

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

I actually have headcanon of this on his page that he writes primarily in cursive, but I think it’s starting to evolve into print these days. He would have been taught how to write well, I don’t think any room was spared for Silver to be brought up with sloppy habits!

Though by 18 I would say he’s being a bit rebellious in the ways that he doesn’t want to conform to writing in cursive 100% anymore, so now it’s more like, curvy small fine neat looking print. He will still write his name in cursive though, I don’t think he’s satisfied with his print enough to like how it looks like otherwise. 

[controlledhues]

@totoseon​ said: fuck anon, i learned you can speak spanish, you're a goddess at drawing, and you're a really good friend uvu

go on anon and tell me at least 3 facts you’ve learned about me since following me

ola muchas gracias bb ;___;

bUT GOD i’m an awful friend tbh dfhkjhgkjhdsfkh the chaotic one.

[of-tarnished-metal]

"Rumor has it you haven't been here yet!! Get ready to have some fun!!"

Send “Rumor has it…” And a rumor about my muse.

“But...”, suddenly he grows a bit nervous, and covers it up with more of a standoffish huff. “That’s implying that I want to have any fun...What does that even mean?? ” 

[controlledhues]

♥ weeps hi bby ily

Keep it positive~

H hewwooo??? owo what can I say? I miss our interactions with the dumb bois but it doesn’t mean that my friendly feelings for you have disappeared shdfkshf I really like seeing how you write Karen so so much that I feel like a little fangirl sometimes hsdfdkhs bUT YEAH, you are a nice person after all and I worry about your irl life sometimes because after all we are friends aaaaaaaaaaaa

[forstrength]

“Oh great it’s /you/.” (kay but bratty kids: go)

“...”

Silver didn’t actually respond, but his annoyed gaze spoke for him: you again.

“Learned to mind your business yet?”