Some Turn to Dust Some Turn to Gold

I never thought it possible to be so disgusted with the idea of returning home. Well, hello Hoenn, it has been a while. [[ pokemon pac / oc / indie rp blog ]]

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I really need to get a shiny Treecko before ORAS is out!

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[text] Locke do you know what happened to the robot that listened to too much music? It got jammed.

[text] ……..

[text] Belle, dear, I am sorry to inform you that I am changing the locks to the apartment

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[text] Please don’t.

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[text] You have been warned 

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[text] Locke do you know what happened to the robot that listened to too much music? It got jammed.

[text] ........

[text] Belle, dear, I am sorry to inform you that I am changing the locks to the apartment

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Tabloids [fic]

It had been mailed to him, the magazine. 

The article had been circled with a crude drawing of a smug face next to it. He’d instantly recognized the pen strokes as his brother’s, but the written piece itself hadn’t been Tonio’s. His brother had always been a proud journalist, gossip or not, and never felt the need to use anything but his real name. Locke scrutinized the alias as his eyes flicked back and forth from the clock on the wall to the magazine on the counter. 

Bobby Blabby. What a fucking joke. 

Whoever the idiot was they had some nerve and it pissed the heir off to no end. To top it off the fact that the magazine had been mailed to him made his blood boil. Tonio knew his little brother would have never seen the article, given Locke never purchased reading material like that. Why waste his time with that trash? But what scared the heir most though was that if Tonio had sent him a copy then he’d no doubt sent one to his parents. His brother’s favorite past time was ratting him out or tarnishing their image of him. While he hadn’t received a call or summons from his parents yet he was merely counting down the seconds until they contacted him. 

His nails dug into the arm of the couch as his foot bounced up and down in a spastic manner. Someone had caught him and that idiot cop downstairs doing the unthinkable and they had a photographic evidence of the aftermath. It irritated him how he’d been highlighted but Klaus hadn’t even been named or had his occupation revealed! The idiot was safe, but in return the heir could count his own blessings. If people had known that he’d been with a cop-- Ugh! Locke chewed his bottom lip, his nervous ticks stacking on top of one another.

Who. Who was there that would have cared enough to follow him around and shame his acts. He grumbled to himself, that hardly narrowed it down...he knew he wasn't well received by most. Locke looked back at the counter as Vittoria hopped up and nosed at the magazine. “Careful, who knows where that came from.”

Quickly the Treecko turned her nose up to it and turned to observe her trainer. He was a wreck and had been since the Onsen trip. She recalled the strange girl that lived with them apologizing multiple times when she returned (with a new face on top of that). The young gecko croaked quietly and rested back on her haunches as Locke turned his attention back to clock.

Who. The heir picked his brain and mentally tallied everyone at the Inn that had stood out to him. Who. Who. Who. His thoughts collapsed in on themselves as faces blurred together and unpleasant experiences were brought forth. He ran a hand over his face and blushed to himself about the stupid pineapples he’d consumed. What a mistake, look where he’d ended up because of it! If he hadn’t of ran into so many idiots there he wouldn’t have even began to drink--

Locke’s eyes snapped open.

Oh, he knew who.  

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Walk of Shame | Onsen Open

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The flinching just made Vixen’s grin widen. Good, the pain was worth it if it meant that she could make Locke just as miserable. Get out her own aggression and teach Locke to stay away from her. Drake, for some reason, thought Locke was actually a threat to them. She just thought that her brother was being paranoid, but if Locke was intending to start some shit with them, well, she could drive Locke off before anything happened.

And afterwards she’d crawl away to take care of her hangover. But not before.

Her grin flashed to match Locke’s snarl, though she had to roll her eyes at his obvious theatrics. Right, sure. Play himself off to be some kind of vampire. Vixen was about to comment, snip at him like she was doing this entire time when plate and coffee went spinning. Vixen screamed as the coffee spilled on her, jumping on top of her seat and growling and hissing, trying to get the damned liquid off herself before it stained her cape or skirt… Thank Arceus it was lukewarm.

Except now, she was beyond pissed, and with that she snarled “YOU BITCH!” at Locke before promptly throwing a punch to his face.

What Onsen rules?

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Flipping the coffee had been impulse. Normally he would have refrained from such childish acts. But occasionally the heir found himself losing control and indulging in some less than mature acts in life, as if the entire Onsen trip itself hadn’t been a tribute to that. His lips curled at the corners to make a positively cat-like look as the banshee shrieked. No melting, but watching her freak out was almost as good. 

It was when her fierce glare snapped in his direction that he felt mild regret for his actions, if only for his own sake. Locke’s eyes widened as he saw the woman’s fingers curl into a fist. He was no stranger to fighting, but given how hungover both of them were he could automatically predict how awkward and short lived the scuffle would be. 

He threw his arms up in an X to protect his face as he stumbled from his chair and backed away from the fox. If he could get a quick second to make a grab for his knife things would end a lot faster! Being offensive was his strength, but defense he was more than a tad sloppy. 

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High Class with Low Class Tastes?

The Cabrera family is one of the wealthiest families of Hoenn; to say they are high class is almost an understatement. Investments are their main business, though there have always been rumors of just how sound with the law these transactions are. They are mostly well known in the right social circles, but you should take note of them.  

Or maybe, you should take note of their heir, one Maurice “Locke” Cabrera.  The youngest Cabrera is a spitfire of pretentious charms, he is reportedly easy on the eyes. However he might be easy in more ways than one.

In the recent surge of young trainer business at the Numel Inn, located in beautiful Lavaridge, there was a lot of young adults throwing their hormones around for a weekend onsen getaway. Who would have guessed Locke would be one of them?  Yes, the high class snob was seen getting drunk off alcohol filled pineapples and then canoodling with a man at the bar.  When he was shot down (I know I am shocked too, readers), he had to take second best.

That ‘second best’ would be some country bumpkin, apparently. Locke was later seen buying a private bath with the burly man and they didn’t emerge until many hours later in the early morning. You could say ‘Bobby isn’t this just gossip then? You don’t seem to have proof’.  Ah ha dear reader, I haven’t let you down yet!

[An image is attached to the web article, obviously taken when Locke wasn’t looking, clearly showing an assortment of bruises and hickies]

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think there’s usually only one way to come out of a room looking like that and reeking of shame.  To add fuel to the fire they have been seen in vicinity of each other after the passing of their private bath getaway. Mom and dad must be proud of their son’s tastes in low class men! Maybe this mysterious friend of his could finally dislodge that stick that’s been stuck up his ass! We must look at the positives, right?

— Bobby Blabby

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Vixen/Locke frenemies, high school AU

“Ooooh Lockey boy!”

The heir groaned as the chirping voice of that little bitch who he didn’t entirely mind all that much chimed in his right ear. Just before he thought about swatting her away, she sat down next to him and plopped a caramel machiato in front of his face in third period French.

Locke sighed, didn’t bother to thank her as he reached for the cup. This, of course, earned him a cuff on the shoulder. “Ruuude, Locke!” She snapped again. “You can at least say thank you!”

“Oh fuck off Vixen,” Locke said, and turned to look at her.

He froze.

Vixen had a long, purple bruise over half her face. She was still smiling that smarmy smirk, somehow, even though that bruise looked absolutely terrible. Locke brushed his fingers along her cheek and watched her flinch from it.

“What the hell happened to you Vixen?” Locke hissed.

“It’s nooothing!” Vixen waved it off and looked away. “Stop getting so worried Locke—”

“Just give me a name Vixen.”

“Locke…”

“Vixen…”

Vixen groaned, watching as their teacher shuffled in. “… Fine. It was that bitch in cheer squad. Long black hair. I think her name is Rachel or something.”

Locke smiled and sipped from his cup. “Rachel will get a visit later today.”

“Don’t get yourself suspended Locke.”

“I never do, furry.”

“YOU FUCKING—”

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(( SCREECHES HAPPILY ))

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royal gold / royalty au :^)

This was so idiotic. Maurice saw no point in visiting the neighboring kingdom, yet his parents had dragged him all the way over. For what? Not for a silly marriage, right?

He’d be damned if they even dared. He didn’t want to get married, especially not to someone he didn’t even know. It was so… primitive! 

They were leaving in just a couple of hours and the young prince grew more and more annoyed as time went by, sitting in his finest outfit like some pathetic porcelain doll. Not that he looked bad, he looked pretty good. It just felt awkward and silly. This woman wouldn’t even like him. Would he like her? Most unlikely.

“Are you upset, Locke?” Belle’s voice snapped him out of his deep thoughts and he turned his head, meeting the kind brown eyes of his family’s maid. A faint smile appeared, something few people really saw him do.

“A little bit. My parents want to bring me to the next town to meet the royal family. I believe they are hoping to arrange a marriage between their daughter and myself.”

The maid couldn’t help laughing quietly. The thought of Locke being married to some poor woman… She wasn’t sure who to feel sorry for.

“Yes please laugh at my misfortune.” Locke sighed dramatically and leaned back when she wrapped her arms around him to comfort her friend.“You could run away.” she whispered so nobody would hear. Who knew who could be sneaking around and eavesdropping in this castle?

“Or you could marry a woman you’ve never met and don’t know if you’ll even like.”

“I am certain I would bore myself to death if not for your crazy ideas.” The prince chuckled and looked out the nearby window. It was a sunny day… Maybe?

“At least take a walk with me?” The maid gripped his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Locke stood up from his seat and followed her outside. The nice weather and Belle’s company would at least help his sour mood for a little while.

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(( I started this like 2 months ago and I just finished it tonight, gg no re myself.

Anyways sprite edit of Klaus based off of the sailor battle splash image in ORAS.  Lookit them muscles. ))

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This would literally get you laid. 

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me: *tells literally everyone that i love them*

bystander: you can’t say that all the time or it’ll lose its meaning

me: hi i love u too, you sad and bitter person

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Glad to be west of yet another fine example of Hoenn weather. 

I suppose it is getting to be that season though. Oh you know...”tax increase due to mother nature’s destruction” season. Such a lovely time of the year.

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Typhoon Ana continues tearing through Hoenn’s south coast (3/19)

Typhoon Ana shows no signs of letting up as it batters the south coast. Reports of rapid flooding long the coast region persist, and there has been a partial knock out of power in Slateport, while Mauville experiences sporadic power outages. 

Already there are confirmation of injuries to both people and pokemon; Rangers advise residents to stay out of the storm until it passes unless absolutely necessary. 

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Rich boy Maurice would like to battle!

Kalos

Rudy the Chesnaught Bijou the Meowstic Brute the Charizard Francesca the Furfrou Doll the Gardevoir 

Hoenn

Vittoria the Treecko

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the signs with their children

Aries: "ah yes..6 months..the perfect age to start boxing classes"

Taurus: [uses a baby-carrier on their teenager]

Gemini: "listen buddy, i don't care what you did at preschool imma bout to tell you about MY day."

Cancer: rushes their kid to the hospital after a stubbed toe

Leo: is prepared to physically fight their child's bullies

Virgo: [pulls out a calculus textbook] "story time."

Libra: the mom in "stacy's mom"

Scorpio: "a lullaby? alright baby....bitches aint shit and they aint sayin nothin..a hundred mutha fuckas..."

Sagittarius: [newborn vomits on them] "what the...i did not raise you to be like this"

Capricorn: "beautiful baby right? well. not as beautiful as me but..you know, we can't all be so blessed."

Aquarius: [burns their kids hw] "you dont need this..its all up to the system....listen, there's a rebellion coming"

Pisces: [sees their baby sleeping] "what an asshole..why tf cant that be me?"