Rebellious White

Yo, nice to meet'cha~ Name's Whitlea Biancore, Unova's one and only Hero of Ideals. Y'better respect me! I'm mighty strong, got it? [Indie Touko blog. Don't take any of the icons I use, only I have permission to do so!]

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さぁ。 by ちゃに/oxide2xkei

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the icons on this blog are not for free use, and i took a lot of time to make them, so please do not use.

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i completely forgot about my poor whitlea, aaaa. i promise i'll come back soon, her muse is merely taking a vacation right now!!

and now i'll go ahead and disable right-click and drag/drop haha

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personwhoseekstruth wants to meet the hero!

[personwhoseekstruth]

It really was nice seeing Whitlea here so happy after she had been gone so long. Then, hearing that she was proud of him… Honestly, it was questionable whether or not he had ever smiled that much before. She had always been the impressive one. Of the three of them, Cheren, Whitlea, and Bianca, she had been the one who had done the most. He had tried so hard to compete with her all those years ago before he realized how ridiculous he was acting, but even though he had stopped that, it was still one of the greatest things he could hear that he had accomplished something she was proud of.

Though that little, happy moment didn’t last long, and Cheren was to blame for that. The girl’s gleeful attitude from before dropped so fast that it was alarming, and his own smile also fell. So she had found N after all and things hadn’t gone very well. That wasn’t so surprising. It wasn’t like there was a joyful reunion to happen when there were still some negative feelings harbored against the ex-King. Still, things could have gone much better than her pushing him into the river. It was doubtful that that was the thing she had hoped to do when she searched for him during all that time.

"I’m not going to say it was a good idea to push him into the river, so you’ll be disappointed if that’s what you’re hoping to hear." Cheren spoke with a slight frown. He wanted her to feel better, yeah, but he was not the type to baby someone’s feelings. That didn’t help anyone. "Honestly, Whitlea, you obviously care about him a lot. If you actually forgive him for the past, you might be able to help him." 

Crossing his arms, Cheren gave a sigh. What did she want to hear from him? He wasn’t the expert on right and wrong suddenly, and he certainly wasn’t the expert on how to treat people like N. “Look, if you think you messed up, maybe you did, but that doesn’t mean the mistake is permanent.”

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Even though the brunette laughed, it came out a little forced. Hah, that was so expected of her dear friend! Only Cheren would downright tell her that it wasn't a good idea to push someone into a river. But to her own defense, it had been an accident! She had never meant to shove him off the bridge... Nevertheless, the Champion ended up huffing childishly under her breath as she folded her arms across her chest. "Nah, Cherrie! Yer got it all wrong, I dun really care for the past anymore, y'know? I mean, ya can't undo wha' happened two years ago..." Whitlea shook her head, not even denying that she cared for N. Sure, he was a huge idiot and always got on her nerves, but she knew for certain that the feeling was mutual!

However it didn't change the fact that N was useless.

"His uselessness got nothin' ta do with me. I guess he's always been tha' way," the girl huffed, although she pensively canted her head to one side, letting those long strands of brunette hair cascade over her shoulder. "I ain't messin' up."

That couldn't be. She was a champion. A hero. Heroes didn't make mistakes and didn't mess up! ...or did they, and she merely chose to ignore that little detail? Who knew. At least in Whitlea's opinion, there was nothing she had done wrong in this case! N was just... the same idiot as always. "N only wants ta travel nowadays. Guess I can't blame him for tha' since I'm tha' same, bu' at least I got a sense of duty!" Cue a nod. "I wanna make up for tha' trouble Team Plasma caused, is' just right. They did lotsa dumb shit."

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Casually letting out an overly dramatic and exaggerated screech because she realised that she lost the earnings of the last weeks. Fuck, she was such an idiot.

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A special magic trick || @vanis-praestes

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Her reactions were subtle just as his had been when she had done the same to him, he noticed— quiet, controlled, but for some reason the pocurante found it endearing and enjoyed the way it felt to his ears to hear the littlest quiet thing from her. The way her breath hitched, the way he felt her shiver ever so faintly under his feather-light touch, it had a certain charm to it that left him all the more interested and wanting to keep going to see and hear more of her reactions to see what else she would give him. It was almost ironic that their places had basically flipped in terms of what they wanted, but his main goal stayed the same— he merely wanted to return the favor for what she had done for him because anything else would of been selfish in his mind. The quiet and almost gentle reactions that came along with such things was merely a bonus to it all and it gave him all the more incentive to keep on going the way he was to get just a little more out of her. Admittedly he wouldn’t mind if he was free to hear more of those noises in her voice, even that whimper that slipped through her lips when he placed such a quick and gentle kiss to her neck before speaking against it in a way that was so casual it contrasted the situation currently taking place. But at least she had done as she said and she even had pulled her accent back from before when she had been so nervous and serious she lacked that accent he usually told her he hated so much— it was annoying still, yes, but it wasn’t so bad if she were to use it with such an endearing stammer. She was actually calming down a little, at least far enough to kick her shorts to the side after he pulled them away to fall down around her ankles and let her legs relax again while her toes dug ever so slightly into the carpet. Was it in anticipation or nervousness? both, perhaps? Such would make sense, but he would aim to get rid of the latter thought and aim to make her feel just as she did for him not too long ago. That’s what he wanted for, that was his goal.

She seemed to relax even more after that, even daring to lean closer to him and press a kiss to his cheek— Ha! It was funny given the circumstances and rather silly, but he didn’t fight her at all. Instead, his eyes closed for a moment almost in contemplation at her words that she spoke into his ear as if he were listening intently— since he was in fact doing so. Honestly, he wouldn’t call himself sweet as much as he’d call himself fair since it made sense for him to give someone something if they gave you something in return. She really was an idiot sometimes, and how she could do such a childish and kind action now of all times was beyond his comprehension, but he wasn’t going to fight her any about it. At least she let go of his wrist so he wouldn’t suffer feeling numb in the long run. However, his fingers still hovered over the line of her underwear for a moment as if thinking before he exhaled calmly and opened his mouth to reply to her words.

"Merely returning the favor." he muttered.

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Digging her toes more into the fabric of the carpet, Whitlea remained so terribly close to Blake's ear, allowing herself to lean against his shoulder for additional support since she... truly didn't trust herself right now. After all it wasn't the first time that she would experience the pleasure of something so lewd, yet at the same time it would be her very first that she let anyone touch her in such a private place aside from real sex. Wasn't it odd that doing this with Blake felt so much more intimate and special than her real first time? She couldn't even remember how that had happened in the first place, only that the guy had never shown his face ever again despite using whatever charm he had had on her. Admittedly, she had been dumb and inexperienced, anyone would have fallen prey to his tricks. At least Blake was different. He wouldn't trick her or anything. Perhaps it was naive to trust him so blindly, but she enjoyed his presence so very much that she was willing to take the risk of doing so. Besides, he was her precious battle partner, the only person she ever wanted to double battle with! Even if Blake couldn't see it yet, they had a strong bond -- and Whitlea was sure that she would make him see it too some day. Until then, she would prove herself and be patient while pestering him much to his irritation. As she continued to nuzzle into Blake's cheek, she inhaled weakly as she felt the slight movement near her panties--

Oh, the frilly fabric shifted in place, that could only mean--

But ah, it was no use thinking like that as long as he was in control of the situation -- since that's exactly what it was. It was a complete role reversal to before when she had teased him so relentlessly, so perhaps... She actually deserved such slow movements as a form of payback for torturing Blake like this. At least she still had enough control over her own voice, biting back whatever audible sound wanted to escape.

Instead the brunette guided her shaking hand to the sleeve of his jacket, carefully grasping the fabric and holding onto it. Such a silly action, and yet Whitlea simply felt more comfortable doing so.

[ribelleforte]

Casually sits in a field of flowers and braids flower crowns out of sheer boredom. Way to go, Whitlea.

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A special magic trick || @vanis-praestes

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Dull pools remained unblinking and cool as he watched the girl react to his words— shock, confusion, and most of all, nervousness. He had hit the nail right on the head that in the midst of what she had done to him, there was a part of her that wanted the same sort of feeling in return no matter how bent she was on trying to make him feel good. While she had succeeded in doing so, he didn’t want to leave such a thing go without giving her something in return even if it was something like this. She deserved that much even if she had basically molested him, but at the same time he had eventually given in and actually wanted it for whatever reason. Blake wasn’t selfish and wouldn’t let someone go without getting something in return, not to mention… Her nervousness was actually rather endearing in his eyes; to see that she could have another side to her usual cheerfulness was amusing and he didn’t mind to see it right now. It made him realize that underneath all that strength she was still a girl and therefore frail and able to feel flustered about something. That being said, it was also obvious that what her usual attitude he saw her having was a facade for some reason or another… He would of asked, really. But right now wasn’t the time for things to switch to such personal things that may or may not get one of them depressed when she seemed to actually take him up on his offer without him even having to answer whether he was serious or not (because he was, since he was always serious as ever), grabbing him by the wrist of one of his hands and slowly tugging him towards her— an action he followed by scooting closer to her with an interested and almost inquisitive stare as he watched her closely and every little movement she made. It was his turn to watch her now and he didn’t seem to mind it much— rather, it was interesting to see this new side of her that was so timid and scared to really do anything but still went on regardless because she wanted the attention in return because it ended up affected her much more than she thought it would.

Fingers that didn’t dare twitch or move in her hold rested over her chest where she let them rest for a moment, blinking slowly at the quick pounding of what he assumed was her heart, proving at this point how nervous and flustered she was that he had actually offered such a thing and she was going through with it. Ahh, it was cute. The quick beating of her heart under his fingertips was so endearing, and he wasn’t afraid to admit that. He would have opened his mouth to say so, but of course he went back to watching the champion as she then moved the hand in her hold lower and lower until it brushed over the hem of her shorts. At that, he finally let his fingers move from in her hold, fingertips brushing feather-light against the skin of her stomach just above the fabric of her shorts almost experimentally. It was then she finally stopped in her movements to inhale a shaky breath that he mentally took note of— more nervousness. He wouldn’t get very far if she was so hesitant and nervous and he would have to calm her down first before trying to do anything at all. If he did, who knows what would happen— he wouldn’t know, Whitlea was the first to ever get such attention from Blake Ater of all people that people declared wouldn’t dare bother with such acts. Apparently such thoughts were wrong if you took right now into account, no?

Slowly, the older leaned even closer to the brunette to kiss her neck gently and speak against the skin in a mere murmur, but the words could be heard thanks to the closeness of course. “Relax.” came the calm words that came out as warm breath against her skin, those gentle fingertips still brushing against her skin with clearly no intent of doing anything major just yet. “I’ll give you what you want when you relax.” He was going to give her attention, to make her feel good just as she had done for him— it was the least he could do, but whether or not he could do it well was something he would just have to wait and see to do.

However, after a moment or so passed after his words, Blake finally allowed that hand to lower to her shorts, unbuttoning them with ease and pulling them away gently away so they could pool around her feet silently before letting his thumb brush slowly over the hem of her underwear, his movements still calm as ever despite the slight tight grip on his wrist from her nervousness. She should actually let go, otherwise he would have to stop due to losing blood flow in his hand.

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It certainly was an uncomfortable awkwardness that kept her from averting her gaze the whole time as she guided his hand, fully aware of Blake's intent stare. He was watching her. He was watching every single movement, every twitch of her body and anything else he could pick up on as she was more nervous than ever before in her life. The fast-paced beating of her heart didn't help at all, yet it was a pleasant feeling when she let Blake's hand rest above it, pretty sure that he could actually take note of the rapid thudding. He seemed so... interested all of a sudden-- Of course it was only visible in his eyes, however it was an expression she hadn't seen on him before. It was nice, really really nice. And no matter how nervous Whitlea was, she knew that she should enjoy this because Blake was indeed willing to give her the attention she needed -- only a fool would have declined, especially when they were in so much want such as her right now. The champion wouldn't have minded taking care of herself later on, however wasn't it always more pleasant to let others do this kind of thing to you? Of course Whitlea wasn't too sure with it, since no one had ever done such a thing to her despite the experiences she had made in the past. It made left her nervous and anxious, but also excited and anticipating since se really didn't know what would await her now. All she knew was that she trusted Blake not to make fun of her for being so weak in front of him.

Since he was always so indifferent to everything and anything, he wouldn't care that she was flustered and nervous about this, right? He wouldn't hold it against her because she was the champion and the saviour of Unova. She was only Whitlea to him. Obnoxious Whitlea with the terrible accent that he hated so much. It wasn't only natural of her breathing to hitch when she felt his fingers brush over the smooth skin of her stomach that wasn't hidden beneath the white shirt she always wore together with her beloved black vest. The single touch was enough to have her shivering again. To think that another person's touch could leave you so sensitive and susceptible for more, it was amazing! Whitlea blinked in surprise when the brunet leaned more towards her, but of all things he could have done, she truly hadn't expected with a kiss to her neck that made her whimper ever so faintly. Not in discomfort, oh no. It was actually the opposite. Together with his reassuring words, Whitlea felt... confirmed in her decision to trust Blake. "I- I kno', I- I'm gonna relax..." was all she mumbled before she took another deep breath and glanced down to his hand that made quick work of her shorts, pushing them down until they dangled between her legs. However to make things more comfortable for them, she easily slipped out of one of the holes and resumed her position on the carpet, curling her toes into the soft material.

It was pretty obvious by now that it was her turn to be half naked in just a matter of a few moments, but surprisingly despite her initial nervousness Whitlea was actually calming down. Surely it must have had a lot to do with Blake's reassuring words from before, but also with the fact that he was treating her with gentleness and care right now. It made her feel special.

"Blakie--" As she finally let go of the other's wrist, she leaned towards him to let her nose bump gently into his cheek where she nuzzled into lightly. It sure was a silly action, but Whitlea simply needed to let him know that she was relaxed enough now. With a soft smile, she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and whispered into his ear. "Thanks, Blakie. Yer really sweet, didja kno' tha'?" And perhaps that was the reason why she felt so comfortable around him. Because she had known from the very beginning that there was more in him than just apathy and indifference. Blake just sucked at showing that he cared, after all.

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And so the greenette was walking, it felt good to be back in Unova- right? He gave a small chuckle under his breath, totally carefree. Of course his cheerful attitude didn’t last long until he was hit right in the face with a Pokeball, and it hurt too! Feeling a bruise forming on his forehead, he heard a way too familiar voice call out for him. It was Whitlea, of course she would have run into him with his luck.

"Oww, Being so mean to your neighborhood hobo? Typical Whitlea.. Though if you ask I just came back from another region ~ Ah, yea the usual"

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What the-- How dare this idiot to be so casual about this! She had just smacked him with a Pokéball for Arceus's sake, so why was he so indifferent to the pain! Ugh, he was almost as bad as Blake, that was frustrating! Stomping on the spot she was standing on, Whitlea gritted her teeth unhappily before she reached into her bag to take out another capsule that she chucked into the greenet's direction. "Asshole! Whatcha thinkin' leaving me 'lone for such a long time?! Nah, wait, I kno' i' awready, ye didn't think at all!"

Oh you know what, screw the pokeballs. Here you go, N. Take Whitlea's fist that was directly aimed at your face and have fun with it. Because yes, the great hero was really really upset that you were gone for so long.

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I wanna see where the other muns are from. So reblog and list your blogs/add countries, states, etc.

Virginia: shortdemonsassyangel, helpingtorp, immidgeure, i got too many blogs okay,

Georgia: keepingupwithserenityjane, themadmanthegiraffeandthesky

California: thewildhorsesmiledsweetly, thesongbirdfairmarianne, penelope-the-giving-tree, evacorinnajagger, thatvoiceontheradio

Missouri: jane-the-redheaded-demon, imstusutcliffe, imjadejagger, iamkeithrichards

South Dakota: thebittensilver

New Jersey: ashewolfheart

England: arrowsandknives, nursejoannamccoy, youwillkneelbeforeme, rustypeopleskillsandatrenchcoat, curiositysentflying, whisperedwordsandclosedeyes, carolthescientist, mountainsmorelikenothings

Florida: namesameliamartin, lieutenantarose, i-am-ilanastark, deeanwinchhester, staticoptics, cecilssonorousvoice

Pennsylvania: theyoungnavigator, conversetrainers

Ontario: monitoringyourxfrequency

Michigan: elevennotgingerx

Alabama: rosetyler-defenderofearth

Indiana: dextermorgan-bloodexpert

Wisconsin: kaijuartist

Ontario: khoshekh-the-hovering-cat, the-dangerous-mute-lunatic, trainersamurai

Massachusetts: asktheteamofscientists, desertbluffs-kevin

New York: thekeybladehero

North Carolina: nekosandkeyblades

Maine: brokenreflection

Indiana: whiteroseoftruth

Texas: unovasrunaway

Germany: ribelleforte

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Reblog if you are an INDEPENDENT roleplayer

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And you will be added to the List. 

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A special magic trick || @vanis-praestes

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Honestly, her timidness was starting to annoy him a little. Things were over and done with now and they had both calmed down so he was expecting her to tease her or something, but she hadn’t yet for some reason? She was still fidgety and nervous. He didn’t like it. While the pocurante gave her a silent, quiet stare, he did nothing else as he waited for her to do as he requested and move so he could make himself look decent again and have his pants right where they belonged instead of being around his ankles. Ugh and she was still worrying if he was mad— Did he really look like the type that would ever get mad for anything? He wanted to just slap her upside the head to make her realize how stupid she was being and to change back to her normal self as soon as possible, but then again, perhaps he wasn’t the only one that had dealt with such a thing for the first time. Maybe Whitlea was flustered because it was the first time for her initiating and partaking in that particular lewd action? Compared to the boy that was so apathetic despite everything that just happened, her reaction made sense but he wasn’t going to assume anything and just let things go on as they were. She probably wouldn’t be able to answer without stammering like some flustered idiot anyway and he didn’t want to hear anymore of that right now— it was starting to annoy him, to be perfectly honest, but as per usual his thoughts were well hidden under his composure as he continued to stare at her almost expectantly as he waited for her to move so he could pull his pants back up where they needed to be and he could compose himself again from the buzzing feeling that left him so dizzy earlier. As nice as it was, he would much rather be his normal self than go through that again if he could help it.

… Ugh, more stammering like a flustered girl. Her boisterousness was a complete facade, wasn’t it? More thoughts surfaced in his mind to mock her, but thankfully she managed to climb off of him and that was enough to get him not to say anything and focus on himself again. After giving her a silent stare for a second or two, the taller stood up, immediately bending down to pick up his pants and boxers and pull them up to their rightful place around his waist. The male took his casual time buttoning and zipping his pants, though he didn’t bother to put his belt back on and merely let his jeans hang loosely around his waist before he flopped back down on his couch on one end of the couch to let his chin rest in one hand that was resting against the arm rest of the couch. He was silent for a good moment or two as he let his thought wander, eventually turning his head to the female sitting on the other end of the couch that seemed to be still pretty flustered…? She didn’t even want to stand up for some reason even though she hadn’t had anything done to her just as she did him and shouldn’t of had anything to worry about— but then a thought that had occurred to him before resurfaced and he found himself staring at the champion a little more closely as if contemplating how to phrase himself before letting his gaze lower ever so slightly to the skin of her legs and go half-lidded with a quiet sigh he gave under his breath.

"… Hey, what about you too—" he spoke, the words being clear despite what they insinuated as he stared at Whitlea, taking in how messy her ponytail still was and how close her legs were pressed together. While he wasn’t the type to care about other people, yes, he didn’t like taking things without… Giving something in return. It felt selfish of him for just take and not give anything back as a thank you, no matter what it had been, and he didn’t want to be the only one to ‘feel good’. Whether she would actually bother to hear his words and accept, well that was up to her. If she didn’t want him to do anything, he wouldn’t.

Even though she hadn’t given him the same choice of whether or not he wanted it or not, he would still do the same. Anything else wasn’t in his nature.

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Oh no. Oh no. He was staring at her! Blake was staring at her so intently that she could practically feel his eyes resting on her frame while she immediately averted her gaze in fear that she would betray herself if their eyes met. What would he even think then? That was she was some huge pervert, probably. Who else would force someone else into receiving a blowjob and getting aroused in the process as well. Part of her... actually regretted that she had gotten so into it that she ended up teasing him more than necessary. Maybe it served her right that she was stuck now, unable to get back to her feet if she didn't want to risk Blake noticing how badly it had affected her. But.. what if he noticed anyway? When he spoke, his words could be sharper than some knife, cutting through skin and souls with little to no effort. What if he actually mocked her in return for teasing him like this? Her face heated up just at the mere thought; her wish to leave grew in intensity, yet she was still too caught up in her own timidity as if she could take the initiative and leave. Whitlea doubted that she would even leave if Blake demanded her to go, so eventually she rested her hands on her legs, stiffly clenching them into fists while she stared intentionally down at the carpet in hopes of distracting herself enough. Oh, if only this tingly feeling between her legs would disappear, then it would be no problem to get up and leave before any questions could be asked. Yeah, she would just disappear for a few weeks. Next time she'd show her face Blake would have long since forgotten that she even existed!

...wasn't it humiliating that a proud hero such as herself was so scared of a single person's opinion of her? Just what was going on, why was she feeling so weak in his presence. Whitlea would have whimpered if she hadn't been so painfully aware of his observant stare that still rested on her whole being. But suddenly, she froze. Cerulean optics widened in more than just sheer surprise as she needed a moment to take awareness of his question -- no, of the implication his question carried. Did he really just...? Was he really offering what she thought he was? Oh Arceus, how was she supposed to do react now-- Whitlea had some experience in that regard, but with Blake it would be something completely different since she didn't even know what he had in mind, let alone if he really wanted to do such a thing to her. "Are-- are you serious? I mean-- I mean--" What did she even mean?! Her mind was such a mess right now! To make things worse, she actually... wanted this. A lot. Blake's attention had been so nice while they kissed, so perhaps letting him do more to her... would be nice, too? Thoughtfully chewing on her bottom lip, the brunette suddenly found herself nodding eagerly while she shyly reached out for his hand, gently tugging it closer until she could place it on the left side of her chest, letting him feel her fast-paced heart beat as well as her unevent breathing. Hah, she really was a pathetic hero, wasn't she? "I- I--"

Slowly, she guided his hand downwards, from her chest down over her stomach until his fingers reached the hem of her shorts where she finally came to a halt and inhaled sharply, nervousness getting a hold of her once again. This was crazy. She knew that she should be ashamed for accepting his proposal without hesitating any, but... hearing his voice earlier had been so nice that she wanted to be the center of his attention, even if it was just for a little while. Whitlea didn't care about anything else, nor what Blake thought of her. It couldn't be anything too bad, otherwise he wouldn't be doing this now, right?

Licking her lips, she dared to look at him, albeit it took her another moment to regain the ability to speak. "T-T-Touch me...? I don't know, just... I want your attention, Blake." She was serious, voice completely lacking her usual accent as she dropped her gaze again and gently squeezed his hand that she still held in her own.