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independent + semi-selective RP blog for Oleana from Pokémon Sword & Shield

[oleasters]

mods are asleep look at this pic of Oleana lying around naked in some garbage

[oleasters]

fluereternelle​:

He takes the opportunity to work one with his teeth. It breaks apart in his mouth, somehow leaving his teeth riddled with stresses but whole. “Shale, n the like, oui. Limestone’s fairly crunchy. Granite is more for sucking on. Most gems are tasteless but opal is spicy.”

“... I ask this respectfully. How are you alive?”

[oleasters]

“Some time ago, I was fortunate enough to have the chance to meet with the then Aether President Lusamine myself during one of our events. As I’m sure many have said of her before, she had quite the presence about her. She was a brilliant speaker, and charitable as well.”

“It has come to my attention that she has been faced with medical complications as of late… I wish her and her family my sincerest condolences during this difficult time.”

[balsamina]

“My, what a… kind gesture. It is much appreciated, dear. I had such a lovely time meeting with you as well.”

[oleasters]

[oleasters]

“Some time ago, I was fortunate enough to have the chance to meet with the then Aether President Lusamine myself during one of our events. As I’m sure many have said of her before, she had quite the presence about her. She was a brilliant speaker, and charitable as well.”

“It has come to my attention that she has been faced with medical complications as of late... I wish her and her family my sincerest condolences during this difficult time.”

[oleasters]

@balsamina might wanna talk with you...

anon i want you to know that i really appreciate you trying to hook me up with other people also interested in the same obscure ships as me...like that is actually very sweet of you amidst all my kvetching...

but balsamina....is literally MY BLOG.......

[oleasters]

@unmaskedchimera​: let's do it

“Sorry. I’m not attracted to Pokémon.”

[oleasters]

i think Oleana and Zinnia would be the best of friends. Oleana and Lusamine would make love in a hotel room once after a Macro Cosmos function and never call each other again. Zinnia would kick Lusamine in the head

[oleasters]

this place feels so dead though for real. before i delete, who wanna write smut with me?

[oleasters]

my brain is currently in two perfect halves with one half saying “why do you even log in here anymore if it puts you in such a bad mood? give it up and find other hobbies loser” and the other half saying “you need to bring back ALL of your muses right now immediately”

[oleasters]

Oleana moodboard

[fluereternelle]

@oleasters *offers a rock* "Now is your chance."

[oleasters]

“... That was supposed to be a joke.”

Nonetheless, Oleana accepts the rock, weighing it in her hand. It definitely is a rock, and a fairly hefty one at that. Remarkable.

“Surely you’re not chewing these, are you?” As if swallowing them whole would make it better?!

[oleasters]

komala-scientist​:

Mala’s eyes narrowed at the other woman’s tone. She covered by closing them entirely and grinning. “Good girl.” She assured Soapy, as she approached the other Type curiously. She got close enough that her visor fogged up with the breath of the other, circled slowly and sat down mirroring them to let them examine her now.

“Does it matter? Fine.. From the incinerator at work. I wen fix her up when Capo Faba say a sickly, twisted thing like her is worthless. She is very strong. It took years of work for her to be able to be here like this.” She bit out, her tone raising Soapy’s hackles. Mala reached out to pat her haunch through the thick fabric, fixing her tone to a soft soothe. “No no, it’s okay, cara. I innoculate her, work on her resistance, make her one suit so none of the bacteria of world hurt her, and got Fa- Someone to straighten her spine. She’s not for battles. She’s for loving.”

Work. This one is surely not a product of RKS Laboratories, then; instead, an apparent labor of love. Studying the Type: Full in her spacesuit-like protection, Oleana is as perplexed as she is fascinated. She has to wonder if it is truly kind to go to such lengths to keep the creature alive—but Soapy seems functional and content enough as she interacts with Evelyn, and it is not Oleana’s time in danger of being misspent.

“Is that right?” she replies blandly. “My apologies, Ms. Mala. It was a surprise, is all... I’ve not seen anything quite like this one’s make before.”

Evelyn’s tail begins to sway, dark scales gleaming, as Soapy nears. It remains in a downstay, gentle as commanded, until Soapy decides to sit, prompting it to stand. It moves with care and grace, walking a semicircle around Soapy before leaping away with an exhuberant, tinny cry.

“Small wonder, that. I see now that she could not have been created by RKS Laboratories... and that this outfit of hers was your doing.”

[oleasters]

komala-scientist​:

A small gasp escapes her lips. It was capable of imitation? “Isn’t that wonderful.. Good job! You have to be very gentle with Soapy, okay? Gentle. I know you can do it, Dolce.” Mala bumped her nose on the helmet, kissing it in a way, and stood up.

She glanced at Oleana for approval, before taking out a specialist pokeball. Not one readily available on the market, but purpose-built. It would do the pokemon such good to socialise. “Okay. One Soapy.”

From the flash of data came a similar shape to the type full, though swathed in soft edges. Another type full, clad in what seemed to be a space suit complete with a rounded enclosed helmet and oxygen tanks on the back. Her claws were enclosed in plastic caps, with sculped replacements. “Hi girl. Come say hi to a new friend.” Soapy yawned in her helmet and blinked. Then sidestepped behind Mala and peaked out over her shoulder. “Good girl. Bene. She’s a prototype of the type full, and much healthier than when we start, oh yes. One good response for the treatment.”

As if understanding the request, Evelyn stays put, watching carefully as the other Pokémon materializes. When at last she does, Evelyn cocks its head with a curious, tinny sound, and slowly drops down onto its belly in a show of docility.

Oleana’s features seem to sharpen. The proper connections—and, later, her ownership of Evelyn—had granted her access to much of RKS Laboratories’ notes and data on the Type: Full project. This model, however, doesn’t seem to fit into her memory of them. A prototype, Mala called it.

“And why is it that you have this prototype, Ms. Mala? If I may ask.”

[ruinsofhope-a-deactivated202401]

Starter for @oleasters​

Hope wasn’t unaccustomed to large cities. Despite the fact that the teen much preferred the wilderness and countryside, hailing from Lilycove meant that metropolis was, arguably, the setting that they knew the best. Yet Wyndon was unlike anything that they had experienced before. Maybe it was the culture shock, maybe it was the giant screens lit up against the many tall buildings, but there was a great deal to see and a great deal to distract the child.

It wasn’t such an issue for them however, generally content to go with the flow of things, Hope allowed themselves to wander aimlessly along with the city’s current. They were at ease anywhere so long as their pokemon was nearby; their fingers rested lightly against the shell of their Kingler as the two walked, Reef keeping an eye on his young trainer to ensure they didn’t wander too far into the street at the wrong time.

Eventually the duo found themselves in a large square. Er, well. Circle? Hope wasn’t sure what to call it frankly, but it was clearly some kind of public space; statues of Corviknight - one the region’s native pokemon - and it’s evolutionary predecessors framed the area as people milled about. Free hand tucking into their pocket, Hope went to withdraw their town map to see just where in the city they were - only to come up empty.

Oh shit, what had they done with their map? The blonde glances around, looking for some kind of sign or someplace where they could replace the lost item, a somewhat lost expression on their face.

[oleasters]

Unfortunately for Hope, a look around the square yielded no such sign of help. There was, however, their lost map... currently in the process of being eaten by a wild Trubbish. The map fluttered and crumpled, still mostly intact, as the creature began to tear through it with glass shard teeth.

When Hope and Reef’s eyes fell on it, it paused, blinking, before scurrying off with a hiss, dragging the map behind it.

[oleasters]

aheem heem hello i’m kind of having A Moment™️ right now. can i ask you to like this post or something if you’re like...interested in Actually Writing with me on here?

[oleasters]

draconscious​:

Clair isn’t expecting Oleana to be so blunt, every prepared protest, counterargument, and insistency dying immediately on her tongue. Out of surprise (and perhaps with an added hint of respect), the wounded Gym Leader decides to begrudgingly drop her “invincible” façade, leaning back against the cavern wall and sliding down into a sitting position. She bites her lip as she does so–her ankle feels like it’s on fire, starting to swell against her boot. Oleana’s headlamp illuminates the surrounding dirt and blood, prompting Clair to hiss out a frustrated curse from under her breath. It had been years since her last significant injury: a crushing swipe from the Dragon Den’s temperamental Gyarados. Why had she been so careless…in unfamiliar Galar of all places? Stupid!

“…It’s probably nothing serious. Just needs a quick patch-up, if anything,” the dragon expert mutters, still stubbornly clinging to the vestiges of her Blackthorn pride. She raises her head to fix Oleana with a narrowed, wary gaze, a fresh question popping into her mind.

“If you’re not a medic…then who are you?” she asks, her tone more uncertain than accusatory, blue eyes glancing over Oleana’s weirdly pristine attire once again. “I’m assuming that you’re not a mine worker or a typical trainer, though I suppose I could always be mistaken…” 

At least the woman’s resistance ended there. Choosing to ignore her first comment, Oleana approaches, stepping carefully in her platform heels, and kneels beside her. She is already acutely aware of how out of place she looks in the mines (the bolder of the full-time workers had always been sure to remind her), and so does not begrudge Clair her skepticism—though her tone remains blunt as ever.

“Actually, I am a worker. I come here to perform community service when I’m able.” Her light drifts over Clair’s skinned knees to her foot, swollen inside its boot. Best not to remove it, she figures, until she’s sure she can get the woman to a proper medical professional safely. “I do not generally work at the rock face myself, however, if that is what you mean. My duties tend to be more in line with engineering and office work—progress reports, maintaining machinery, and so on...”

“As for you... I do wonder what reason you could have to be here.” But she doesn’t ask directly just yet; there are more pressing things to worry about. Her eyes flit from Clair’s boot to her face, then back again. “Do you feel any numbness at all?”

[oleasters]

komala-scientist​:

Mala notes the hood, and smiles. “Benebene~” she says, scratching a hard to reach spot on the back of it’s neck. “Such a gentle beastie~ wonder if you would like to meet a friend. I have a Soapy. Made her outfit myself.”

Evelyn coos and kicks its back leg. In response to Mala’s suggestion that it meet a friend, its eyes flicker inside its helmet, machine-like. From its throat comes an imitation of Mala’s voice: “Beeenebenebene—!”

What exactly Mala means to introduce to Evelyn is a mystery to Oleana, but she makes no objections. The helmet was on the Type: Full, after all, to keep it from getting overexcited.