Avoiding All Mistakes is Impossible

|[ Indie game-verse Alder (With the occasional Benga) by Mildew ]| est. 28/05/17

[volcalder]

Thought about. Th thhought about

Thought about someone riding alder while he's like sat in a chair so his hands are helping move them up and down. and their legs are straddling his waist and also theyre pressed against his tummy. 🫡

[volcalder]

i was showing ray and lala ponytown and someone recognised my alder lol

[darkbets]

Unlike her trainer, whose mouth curled in an amused smile, Misha remained distrustful of the boisterous dog and equally as boisterous man ( @volcalder ). She was a wary feline by nature, far more inclined to blatantly ignore someone than acknowledge them. The fact that she had regarded Alder; even if she were leery of his solution, was no small feat on his behalf. How could Grimsley not laugh at her expense, with her pelt remaining bristled as she circled his legs, her tail twisting around his calf as if to anchor herself.

❝ How irresponsible of you. ❞ His tone was hardly chiding, settling a hand between Misha’s ears even as the tip of her tail lashed back and forth indignantly. Alder’s presence always ushered in a predictable, comforting warmth. It was something in the crinkles at the corners of his eyes as he smiled, or the sturdy line of his shoulders that shook when he laughed. Grimsley had spent a great deal of his life seeking out these tells, and all that he had determined of the champion was that he was a good person. Genuinely, authentically, despite all odds.  ❝ How is it you always find yourself roped up in things like this, it’s as if trouble has a way of finding you. ❞ It was one of his finer qualities. Grimsley, as a veritable addict when it came to trouble, really, really liked it about him. ❝ That’s you, by the way. ❞  Now he was regarding the Herdier who squirmed in Alder’s arms, even when it stopped barking it was still brimming with energy, nipping exuberantly at his hands. ❝ Trouble. ❞ Affectionate as it was Grimsley did not lower to the canine’s height, nor did he extend a hand to stroke its disheveled fur. A distance was kept between them, wedging himself between the two opposing forces, and with Alder sat comfortably in the grass that became all the more noticeable. ❝ She’s a lot tougher than she looks. ❞  Misha turned her attention to him, taking a great deal of offence in the fact that she could apparently not be both tough and graceful. Grimsley stroked the silken fur between her ears in lieu of an apology. ❝ Me on the other hand? I wouldn’t be so sure about that. ❞ He extended his hand towards Alder with a certain flair, revealing the red-weeping lines. ❝ Looks worse than it is, though. ❞ 

[volcalder]

"When one puts themselves into the world, the world has a way of finding them!" Comes the amused response, the explanation for Alder's dubious 'luck'. What Grimsley saw as misfortune, however, his former Champion saw as experience.

When Grimsley focused on the canine, it grew excited anew, wriggling under Alder's hold only to quickly cease when it realised the man was not going to be giving-up hold of its scruff so easily.

Alder's stern expression softened when he noticed the dog heel. Respect was a two-way street, even between people and Pokémon, and if the stray Herdier didn't want to be hoisted up and taken away, then it shouldn't misbehave.

Thankfully the message was clear, even with the language barrier. Miraculously, the excitable pup sank down onto its haunches and sat. Its tail wiggled and collected dust from the path under it and Herdier twisted its head to start lapping at Alder's forearm-- causing the hair there to all lay in the same direction.

Now the older man wasn't just satisfied, but smiling. He hazarded an attempt at letting go of his problem friend, and when Herdier immediately sat up to bolt forward he simply grabbed its scruff again and made a discouraging sound. Again and again he did this, until finally Alder could raise back up onto his feet and be confident the dog would not move. If it did, he only needed to stick a leg out to keep it from bolting forward.

Then he held out his hand, finally giving attention to Grimsley.

"I know she's tougher than she looks, I worked with her for years." He glances, amused, at the kitty's pulled-back ears and makes a 'psps' sound to try getting her attention, "Shouldn't you know how to take the high-road by now, Misha? Or is this a Dark-type thing?" He smirks, then laughs at his own joke while also pointing it at Grimsley. The two of them were similar-- even though one was doing the swiping, and the other was being swiped at.

"Little diva... But she's sure got some sharp claws, Grims, you should get this washed out fairly soon."

[volcalder]

oh both ghetsis and alder were taken out in one swoop.... bengas left all alone going ??

[volcalder]

btw benga+alder+ghetsis is a wild combo in pokemas .. no one is safe. im sure itd be even more busted with alder + arc suit alder + benga

[volcalder]

playing pokemas and having alder and benga banter at each other after every battle is making me sooo soo 😭😭😭

[volcalder]

just a friendly lil gut punch

OOF-AAHH ...!!

Look, it he was ready for it, he could've no-sold it! Instead, Kennie had to give him a personal lesson in "keeping on your toes"

[bovineblogger]

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[volcalder]

posting alder with dog due to recent events

[darkbets]

All that warns Grimsley of impending doom is the sound of hurried footfall coming ever closer. Extremely hurried footfall. Maybe a bit-too-fast footfall!

But when he would raise his head to see it, the beast would already be upon him...

A shaggy Herdier had dart right for Liepard, barking like a mad dog when it got close to her-- trying to nip her feet and herd her.

In the distance, an out-of breath old man. Calling over the din of a reactive pup: "Herdier!! Cut that out!! Over here-- now!!"

Liepard was a sleek, elegant creature; as aloof as she seemed imperturbable, that was what made the flurry of moment and the shrill yowl she let out all the more startling. In an instant her fur bristled, darting out of the herding dog’s way and behind the legs of her slack-jawed trainer. The dog, unconcerned with Grimsley’s attempts at separating them, continued its single-minded pursuit. Each contested for a glimpse of the other, Liepard dashing between his feet, the Herdier but a hair behind. Between the dog’s excited barking and his partner’s hisses of protest Grimsley almost missed the voice raising above the cacophony. It was hard to discern who it was until his silhouette eased into focus, hands splayed on his muscular thighs, chest heaving with exertion.

❝  He’s one of yours !? ❞ A useless, lithe hand swatted at the dog, catching a wild swipe to the back of his knuckles from Liepard and recoiling with a fresh, crimson series of bleeding lines carved into his skin. ❝  ...help ?! ❞  Grimsley behested, making a vague gesture with the currently bloody hand, his eyes never quite prepared to stray from Liepard, her teeth bared, hackles raised. This was certainly some sort of reunion; there was no genial ' hello how have you been ? ' but rather the clamor that tended to follow in the champion’s footfalls, oh, how Grimsley could have laughed at the absurdity of it all were he not entirely occupied. 

[volcalder]

Look, it was absolutely Alder's fault that the wandering Herdier he found ran off from him and began menacing someone else's Pokemon. But...

He laughed and laughed. He laughed even though he was out of breath, leaving him lightheaded as he finally righted himself to jump into action and begin circling around Grimsley this way and that to try and catch the dog. "He's not mine exactly, but--!"

With a grunt, Alder got down low and wrapped two arms around the offending Pokemon's waist, "wheelbarrowing" it all the way back until it was far enough it wouldn't be a problem. In this position it also couldn't turn around to nip at Alder, and as an added bonus... it was confused. So confused it stopped its barking!

So Alder, still wheezily laughing, put its hind legs back on the ground and plopped heavily beside it on the ground, one large hand curled in its scruff to keep it in place.

"Whew... I just found 'im! And I had no idea you were over here! That's a good dog, it smelled her from a mile away!"

He pointed to the funny Liepard, nearly twice the herdier's height, huddled behind her lanky owner's legs, and then changed that point to a loving scratch atop the Herdier's fuzzy head.

"Oh, I am sorry though... And Misha, is she alright? I've got to get this pup leashed up but after that I can take a look at you two. I feel bad!"

[volcalder]

literally alders backstory

[volcalder]

"I didn't realise it was slam poetry day!"

(The voice of a man who just walked into Grimsley, Caitlin and Shauntal speaking like they came straight out of a storybook.)

[volcalder]

posting fitness stuff here to make your feet, legs and walking healthier. (the big first step he had was to wear minimalist shoes like simple sandals or thin leather shoes)

video below the cut

[darkbets]

talking to mildew about the unova elite four ( again ) and how there really is no group of people that are more different, seeing them together is always a strange event and how alder is the glue that keeps them together.

[volcalder]

theyre all introverts and alder is the one extrovert friend that shows up and is the only reason anyone hangs out. also yeah unova and unity etc etc

[volcalder]

try not to say "king" challenge. ignore the bg splitting from where i sewed it together

[aelirus]

currently spending my time looking at my faves in a cursed way in MMD. id add ghetsis and cyrus but cyrus is, obviously, boring, and ghetsis... we aaallll know what he looks like without his coat by now.

[volcalder]

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