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@appleacid
oddity’s pkmn rp blog directory:
Gordie Coldwell (rockings): ind. sel. 18+. gordie from pkmn:swsh. sideblog*. Milo Wheeler (appleacid): ind. sel. 18+. milo from pkmn:swsh. primary blog. Hanini Mochizuki (detonations): ind. sel. 18+. hanini; pkmn oc. sideblog*. Ilima ʻŌpūnui (ohprincely): ind. sel. 18+. ilima from pkmn:sumo. sideblog*.
*all sideblogs will follow from appleacid.
just letting y’all know that i’m currently active on three pkmn oc blogs! those blogs are:
@glacialism & @plaguing & @venerates .
glacialism oversees reggie whittaker, an emergency services officer. saves the likes of pkmn and humans alike!
plaguing oversees keanu “booboo” maguire; a pkmn trainer who birth was preceded by the likes of an absol, a pkmn said to precede disasters, standing nearby. he experiences a rollercoaster of luck, constantly veering from down to high and back again.
venerates oversees hickory bay; a pkmn trainer and current reigning champion of alola. he was blessed by the likes of tapu fini’s sacred water and things have been on the up ever since!
ICEY BITES AMID A FAMILIAL BLIGHT.
ind. sel. 18+ only pkmn rp blog for the oc REGGIE WHITTAKER. carrd in description.
ICEY BITES AMID A FAMILIAL BLIGHT.
ind. sel. 18+ only pkmn rp blog for the oc REGGIE WHITTAKER. carrd in description.
ICEY BITES AMID A FAMILIAL BLIGHT.
ind. sel. 18+ only pkmn rp blog for the oc REGGIE WHITTAKER. carrd in description.
a heavy wip but this is probably who i’m going to bring here to rekindle my love for pkmn rp!!!! 👀 just need 2 iron out his team, really, and snatch up a url and i’m good to go!!!
a heavy wip but this is probably who i’m going to bring here to rekindle my love for pkmn rp!!!! 👀 just need 2 iron out his team, really, and snatch up a url and i’m good to go!!!
drop kicks y’all--
hey! it’s been a long while since i last posted here. lots of things have happened and uhhhhh yeah! lmfao. i’m def interested in kicking back into gear-- either with my current lads or with some new ones.
but yes hewwo
w what if…. doomfist and…… sunflowers….. 🥺
yes i will force y’all to look at my new art yes that top right image is cropped but i wanted to showcase how much detail i put into it and how much regret can be compacted into a single image
yo sup y’all it’s ya boy here to say he’s been feeling major overwatch rp vibes and so i’m lingering over on my baptiste, junkrat, and doomfist blogs. i’m game for pkmn aus for any of them so if u want their blogs i guess send me a message here or smth?
thanks for reading, i’ll try to get back here soon! ✌
fracturedhues:
❝Gym… leader?❞
Oh, shit.
Quickly her face got an even reddish color, blood reaching her cheeks and ears, making her blush deeply by his words as she tried to cover the embarrassment with both hands– with little success.
Luckily it didn’t look like him or the rest of the people was mocking at what she just said, even less judge. And that’s when Mel recalled she saw him somewhere else apart from the time he seemed to talk about her appearance; In a magazine related to Galar and its gym leaders, where she honestly didn’t pay attention to his page, but his face could still easily be remembered.
She couldn’t help but bow once again as he made himself known, smiling less awkwardly and staring at Milo with less wider eyes. In fact, her eyes narrowed a bit by his bluntness and confidence, by how he decide to take a seat and expected to get her name so quickly out of a sudden in a place like a pub– as if he’s trying to flirt or something.
❝Mister Milo…❞ Mel softly repeated his name before sipping the last bit of beer, definitely to gain a bit more of self-assurance to say something without stuttering. ❝I–… is this something you usually do, sir? Please, don’t get me wrong at all, b-but I…❞
For the next sentence she had to lean a bit closer towards him, reaching his ear and covering her mouth with one hand so no one could see or hear, and she had the possibility to speak slower and clear.
❝I find it a little bit… weird that you are talking to me. Is this some sort of challenge or prank? Please, forgive me. It’s just… unusual for me to catch the attention from someone like you.❞
He wasn’t drunk. Tipsy? Yes. Drunk? No.
Still, liquid courage wasn’t enough to drive away the sudden wave of embarrassment that flooded him. A sheepish look washed over his features, nervously rubbing at his nape. He felt like he’d done something wrong, so clearly and blatantly wrong, and he could feel his gut twisting into knots.
“Oh, uh,” an anxious bout of laughter bubbled out of him, “I’m- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel pressured or anything like that... It’s no prank, I promise you, I just- we’re a small town, Turffield, and new faces stick out. I wanted to introduce myself and see if you were going okay!”
A deep rosiness built amid his freckled cheeks.
“I can leave, if you’d like.”
88sugiru:
Part of Klara’s assignment today involved gathering more Max Mushrooms and berries for the soup of the evening…
Although she’d resolved to honestly put more effort into her time on the Isle after her meeting with the student who’d become the champion, she’d gotten a little tired of all the extra manual labor her probation involved. While fit, the heat in the middle of summer proved to remain quite the challenge for her to work in.
She’d found almost enough mushrooms for the soup. Almost. The last third one always seemed to elude her, and though she did retain a rather high constitution thanks to her consistent physical training, she was getting rather sick of this…
With the mushrooms in hand, her coat removed, Wurmple on shoulder and Scolipede out, she made her way once again into this neck of the woods to find–
BWUH-!? A MACHOKE!?
Oh, wait, no. Rub your eyes a little better…
“A-ahh, Gym Leader Milo! A pleasure to meet you~”
Thank Arceus you kept that initial thought in your head… The last thing you’d want is a bad first impression with the gentlest Gym Leader in Galar. Now then, try to be helpful!
She moved the mushrooms to be held under one arm as she stood up in a slightly more cute pose addressing him.
“Why, yes! Did you need help finding something? If it’s the Fomantis, I’m sure they’ll come back out in this weather, luv…”
Brilliant green eyes flitted to the Wurmple perched atop her shoulder, swaying and wriggling oh-so-slightly amid the natural ebb and flow of her limbs and body, then onto the giant, lumbering Scolipede. What contrast - small to monstrous.
“Gym Leader Milo?” Milo echoed, shaken from his quiet admiration of her partners as amusement enriched his features. “Please, there’s no need for such formalities... Just call me Milo!”
Hands brushed along the skin of his knees, shedding any remnant sand or grass that happened to hitch along for the ride. Her supposed eagerness to aid him only served to bolster his own eagerness, his smile brightening, creasing his big, verdant eyes and plumping his freckled cheeks.
“I was wondering: do you have any sort of collection, recording, or something with what Pokémon are on the Isle? I know there’s an Isle update for the Pokédex, but I don’t have it yet and I just thought...” His voice trailed off for a moment, a sudden, sheepish look overwhelming his visage. He rubbed anxiously at his nape. “Oh, sorry! Excitement got the best of me. Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?”
fracturedhues:
She was told, so many times already, that possibly the best way to experience the true Galarian life was close to the countryside. It shouldn’t be that different from Johto, right?
Oh, she was so wrong already. Although her parents lived in Galar when they were younger, it rarely meant that they taught her the language. Only a couple of words just in case could work in the city, and the rest was merely self-teaching. But again, the best way to learn was being in the real place. A small town surrounded by greenery, far from the haste of Motostoke, full of touristic sights to visit– and perhaps one of the best locations to enjoy locally brewed beer and stronger things. Yet the language barrier was still there; she doesn’t get them wrong, they’re very friendly, but they speak fast, shorten some words, and their indications are a bit vague…
Still, Mel found a place -quite crowded, considering the time and day of the week- and decided to take a stool on the bar, where she could easily ask about the local recommendations from the bartender or the best places to see and photograph– perhaps they’d be used to tourists, she thought, sipping slowly the cold beer and trying to listen carefully under all the noise and chatter around…
Until the gaze of the bar owner moved from her to whoever that was behind her shoulder.
Bright orange messy hair immediately caught her attention, freckles covering slightly red cheeks, and a friendly smile she remembered already from somewhere…
Yet she couldn’t understand very well what he was saying.
An awkward smile was a first reply, followed by her gaze moving from the man to the bartender, waiting for them to translate– except that he was gone attending other clients.
She immediately looked back, embarrassed and anxious -and perhaps a little bit tipsy-, looking for an answer that couldn’t sound too harsh or too cold, compared to how everyone behaves there.
And so she bowed at him as she would do back home, not once but three times before staying silent again, and still trying to grasp his words.
❝I-… am a tourist, indeed.❞ her lips muttered in an apparent inaudible volume that was quickly corrected by herself, ending up in a loud chat. ❝I’m not from here! A tourist, indeed! Am I really that noticeable…?! Are you some sort of touristic guide, sir?!❞
Mel had to shut herself up with a long sip right after saying that so loud that everyone went quiet in a second…
Ah, awkward.
Ah...
The bowing, indeed, caught him off guard. He almost let the insistence that that wasn’t necessary roll off his tongue, but managed to hold it. Bowing was something more common in Kanto and Johto and even Hoenn, if his memory didn’t fail him? Maybe she was from one of those places? Even still, three bows felt a tad bit excessive...
Then, her words. First, soft, like a small chirp of a Pidgey, before elevating to a loud, nigh startled squawk. Milo laughed - the sound far from malicious and teetered more on awkward than anything - and bobbed his head in a small bow before gingerly assuming the bar stool beside her. Hopefully the minuscule bow on his part would be seen as reciprocating instead of... anything offensive.
“Touristic guide? No, uh, not really. I just... I’m the Gym Leader here, so I know Turffield and its citizens very well. Hadn’t seen you ‘round these parts so I figured to come up and...” And what, Milo? Apologise for something that she may not even recall? Don’t draw attention to yourself. “... introduce myself. The name’s Milo! And you are?”
closed starter for @fracturedhues !
Liquid courage. The name felt fitting.
Milo discreetly spilled amongst his friends that he’d partaken in a game, a game that involved him sweeping his gaze over another and stating whether or not, on a scale, they were attractive to him. His friends burst into a cacophony of cackles, positively delighted by the notion that Milo - Milo of all people - would even court with the notion of something so crude and blatant. Milo felt rosiness grow amid his cheeks, pouting.
They were in the local pub of Turffield. It was quite niche and old-fashioned, slathered in varying shades of brown, beige, and deep, emerald green. Although small round tables dotted the innards of the restaurant-cross-bar, many were seated in the various pocketed booths that lined the walls. Said booths was where Milo and his friends nestled themselves.
“Oh no.”
“What?” one of his friends asked, looking over at Milo as he tried to shield his face from the remainder of the pub patrons.
“She’s here.”
Suddenly, grins and smirks alike unfurled across their lips. His friends looked between each other. They promptly nagged him for what she looked like, who she was, and Milo quietly gave the best description he could.
Found, she was seated not far away from their own.
“Come on! You gotta say hello!”
“Yeah, this could be your chance!”
Milo grumbled something under his breath and they laughed. His mate beside him waited a beat or two before shoving him off the edge of the booth, forcing Milo onto his feet. Milo shot a look behind him before his shoulders dipped amid a sigh.
Fine.
He made his way over. As he walked up to her, he mustered a smile upon his lips, hoping to be friendly, welcoming. He hadn’t seen her much around Turffield before - maybe she was from a different city. Or even a different region! Wouldn’t that be neat.
“Hey!” he chirped, smile reaching his eyes. He didn’t assume the seat next to her, just in case she repulsed his introduction. “I, uh... haven’t seen you ‘round Turffield much! Are you new to these parts?”
closed starter for @88sugiru!
Milo hadn’t been here for a long time. Years, in fact. His last memory of this place was foggy and indistinct at best, almost as though his mind had been wreathed amid wool.
Disembarking off the Flying Taxi, parting with a soft and appreciative ‘thank you’, his feet took him out of the station and onto the flaxen sands of the Isle’s beach. Even though he wore enclosed shoes, he could feel the warmth radiating from beneath, permeating through; heat filling his legs, his gut, his core. He inhaled, letting the fresh, salty air swell his lungs, a big grin painted upon his face.
Yes, he’d truly forgotten how beautiful the Isle was. He was glad he took the opportunity to revisit, if only briefly. Turffield beckoned.
The sound of rustling, clicking. Milo spun on his heels, towards the grassy knolls, whence a small Fomantis emerged. Big, rosy eyes peered up at him; curious. Milo’s grin dampened to a soft smile, kneeling and gingerly approaching with a scoot here and a scoot there. Hoping, oh so hoping that she’d reciprocate and not scatter...
The approach of another spurred exactly that. The small, leafy creature promptly scuttled away into the verdant blades, the bulb crowning her head barely visible as she darted further within.
Milo couldn’t help but show his disappointment, a small frown tugging at his lips. He peered up at the other. Thick, pink locks framed her face; a pink similar to his own, except hers a tad bit brighter. Even though a look of disappointment wafted over his features, it was just as quick to melt away into a welcoming grin.
“Hey!” he chirped, using his knee as leverage to lift himself back upon his feet. “You wouldn’t happen to be acquainted with the Isle, would you?”
i present thee.... a soft (but RIPPED) boy for rping purposes 🌺
