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The Rock type Gym Leader of Oreburgh City { Closed Roark the Rock RP blog Affiliated with Wild Encounters } { sources: x . x . x . x }

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D4

tfw you lose against some kid trying to save the world 

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arlymone:

If you use it please link back to the original post, thank you ^^

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◎ any secret pet peeve?

“If I have to admit to one publicly, then it has to be the sound of metal scraping against each other. It’s such an awful sound akin to nails against a chalkboard. I’m sure you have also heard it and just cringed at the sound like when someone scrapes a metal watch against an iron railing. Although, I don’t often hear people complain about it like I do.” 

“It’s always annoying when I see trainers, especially younger ones with a hugedisregard for their own personal safety and the safety of others. It’s one thing you like to take risks every now and then or sometimes you find yourself in bad situations. But how many times have I seen kids playing around in the mines, disregarding the rules I’ve clearly set up. If some kid gets hurt or goes missing, that’s on my hands and I want to avoid that at all possible.” 

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What are you doing in my room? (For Shauntel, bc its perfect for her)

Shauntal had a penchant for getting herself in some sort of trouble often. It was worse when she was younger and had more of a penchant for the occult and forces she shouldn’t be messing with. Nowadays, her meddling was focused only in her research for her next novel, which led her to Kalos this time around. Inspiration could come from many sources for her and she wasn’t opposed to exploring any long-forgotten places. In fact, that’s what excited her the most.

However, it would appear that this time she had bitten off a little more than she could chew. Poking around ancient graveyards didn’t concern her at the very least and in fact, she felt comfortable doing so. However, it would appear that she may have awoken something much more ancient and much less ghostly and completely out of her control. And this time it wasn’t entirely on purpose. Although it was very exciting and just the sort of drama she needed to find, it occurred to her that should whatever it was’s anger be directed at her, she may not have a chance. Her only option was to run. 

However, whatever it was, it was gaining on her fast. Even ducking into such a huge city didn’t seem to shake off the omnious feeling that she was being followed. Spotting an open window, she quickly jumped in without so much as a second thought. But her quick actions caused her to tumble forward, dropping her glasses in the process. And to add the cherry on top of this disaster sundae, she was caught.  By the very person was was planning on investigating next. (Or at least that’s what a nearby objects seem to tell her.) 

“Can I hide here?” She asked this without so much as a second thought or an explanation. Her blurred vision allowed her to ignore whatever facial expression he had on his face. It wasn’t like there was much of an option for her at this point anyways. 

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It’s the middle of the night, and my muse just climbed into your muse’s bedroom window.

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Send me “What are you doing in my room?”, and I’ll generate a number between 1 and 25 for what my muse will say to yours.

Mix of angsty, funny, and shippy.

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◎ What would u do if someone beat up your hunk of a dad

“...Could we uh-- not refer to my dad as a hunk? Thanks. And second of all, could anyone even beat him up? Like let’s be real here, I’ve seen grown men cross the street to avoid my dad. If someone could beat him up, what chance do I have?” 

... “But like still, it’s my job to address it, right? But I think I would want to make sure he’s okay first, probably yell at him if it’s fault and then go ....deal with the other person.” 

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Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.

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‘In a blaze of fear I put a helmet on a helmet’ || [open]

For once he has a day off and Roark isn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

For a good part of the morning, he sat in front of the television with a half-eaten bowl of cereal as some man in a tight suit went on about the importance of showing reverence to our deities. He wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said but it was too early for anything interesting to be on and just having a voice in the background was comforting enough. He droned on and on and suddenly Roark didn’t have the heart to finish his cereal. A voice in the back of his head nagged at him to get up and do something. Anything! Just to avoid sitting alone in his apartment from now until he would have to go to sleep. He may have promised not to do anything extraneous like mining or working out but there had to be something right? 

He flipped to the weather channel for a moment before eventually turning off the tv. There just had to be something.

Roark dragged himself from off the couch, half-heartedly tossing his bowl into the sink for later and bemusing to himself about the pain he was in. In an unfortunate incident, he had pulled a muscle or two in his back while working in the mines. The local nurse looked him over (after he begged not to be sent to the hospital) and decided that it was a simple sprain. Nothing looked like it was torn and he should be very grateful that this was the case. She tapped the top of his head with a rolled up newspaper like a dog and warned him that he would need to take it easy or else. It sounded like a threat even after as she ruffled his hair and praised him for taking it so well. 

He got butterflies in his stomach just thinking about it. It wasn’t like he suddenly had a crush on the woman. No, this was a familiar feeling that he got in situations such as this. If women, especially older women, showed him some concern or praise, instantly the butterflies would come about. To the point where he thought he could possibly get sick this way. He grumbled to himself at the thought as he popped two pills of aspirin and chugged some water before heading out the door. 

He hopped onto his bike, hoping the pain in his back would lessen soon and focused on the ride instead. Not about pretty girls who made him feel nice for a little while. And especially not about the times it wasn’t just a girl who made him feel that way too. This, after all, was his first day off in a long while, even if it was forced upon him. He should be taking in the sights as he rode his bike around, smelling the roses and all that jazz.

But naturally he lost himself in his thoughts and ended up crashing right into something-- or someone. A slew of curses flew from his lips as he fell of his bike and fell into the grass. He had to cover his mouth from cursing more at the sudden pain he felt in his back as he forced himself into a sitting position. So far, this day off wasn’t going as well as one might hope. Roark looked up at the other person, managing to put on some semblance of an apologetic look.

“Ah are you okay? I’m so so sorry!” 

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truesthue replied to your post: "It just slipped out."

OMG ROARK MARRY ME ACTUALLY

“A marriage confession?! Aha-- That should show them. Who’s the most eligible bachelor in Sinnoh? Not that blondie Volkner or Riley or that one bookworm. It was me all along yeah!” 

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“No matter who wins or loses, trouble always comes around.”

“And here I thought I wouldn’t get my cryptic but valid message of the day. Thanks man.” All joking aside, Roark was quiet for a moment as he thought about what Palmer said. “I-I guess then the message is that really the only thing to do is to keep fighting? Right? Is that what you’re trying to say?” 

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"It just slipped out."

“Something like that doesn’t just slip out, Dawn!” He just couldn’t believe his ears right now. How could she, of all people, say that to him? “Is that really what you think of me? How could you come into my house and then tell me that you can’t tell the difference between igneous and metamorphic rocks?! Why it’s just sedimentary!” In actuality she just said that she didn’t really care about those rocks but he wanted to use this opportunity to make that pun.

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webbyghost:

Making a shitty pun:

Hearing a shitty pun:

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Age of Ultron Sentence Meme

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I didn’t know I was lonely ‘til I saw your face. 

#the perfect chorus to scream out of your car

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☆ - "Don't say I never gave you nothin', boy."

3. Congratulatory cake with their name spelled incorrectly

At first Roark was really excited! It was a ultra-rare day when Byron actually gave his son a proper present. And the fact that it was a cake was even better. Until Roark opened up the box and noticed the messily done icing writing on top of it. There on the cake it read, “Congratulations on actually beating some trainers, Roack.” Although Roark called himself “The Rock”, this was clearly a poor attempt at writing his name and not bothering to fix it. 

“I don’t even want to eat this now.” 

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star!! (on mobile, sorry!)

12. Lock of an unknown person’s hair

There were just so many questions Roark had for her. Who’s lock of hair was this? Where did she get it from? Why was she giving it to him? Did Candice start practicing some sort of voodoo and now as offering Roark an offering? (He wasn’t sure if that’s how it worked to be quite honest.) “I uh-- That’s nice? I think?” He couldn’t even put on a brave face. “Honestly Candice what the hell is this?” 

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sinnohlove:

WHO SAYS THAT BYRON

WHO ACTUALLY SAYS THAT