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independent, selective GORDIE from PKMN:SWSH. 18+ only. penned by oddity. sideblog to appleacid. guidelines | about

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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*.

*all sideblogs will follow from appleacid.

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fallenspirit​:

“Yeah, exactly!” Spirit said, watching as Gordie plucked Raihan’s card from the pile. He raised a brow as he studied the card for a moment. Yeah there were certainly…problems. With Raihan in general really. A nice guy but..too loud. Too flashy. Gordie’s description of his card was right on the nose, so to speak. Though Spirit did have to wonder if the card was made just to please Raihan’s overbearing fan base.

“Honestly his card seems quite fake, doesn’t it?” Spirit said, a small chuckle following.  He follows the movements of Gordie’s finger, wondering how anyone could handle having people just throwing themselves at them. Not only did it seem like an invasion of privacy, but to be looked at like nothing but a walking sex toy? The very thought made Spirit shudder. He tries immediately to cover the tenseness in his shoulders.

“I suppose I can’t blame them though,” he quips. “After all, a man with those teeth? Oh I can think of a lot of people who’d be attracted to that alone. Not to mention all the comments of his fans wanting to..what was it? Climb him like a Thwackey?” he snorts. He doesn’t think his own slowly growing fanbase will go that far at least. If he grows much of one at all.  The thought of people talking about him, adoring him?

Disgustingly unreal.

“I’d have to question the taste of anyone trying to throw themselves at me, though,” he adds on. “If that does become the case, any how.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t say it’s fake, per se,” Gordie replied with a click of his tongue, “it’s very much catering to Raihan and the League itself. Man will basically drop dead if he doesn’t have constant validation from people and fans alike, which works well for the League.”

He hoped that with Rose kicked clean off his pedestal that the League would be less... capitalistically driven, but he felt like that was asking too much. The League rose on money-hungry Mankeys and would continue to be unless hands actively tore away at the foundations beneath.

Regardless, that was a conversation for another time.

A laugh broke free from his gullet at Spirit’s latter comments, merriment reaching his big, bright blue eyes. Gordie sensed a semblance of low self-esteem. Or maybe it was simply an underestimation of fans and how much they’d froth at the mouth at someone new to sink their teeth into.

“It will,” Gordie said with a smirk, “you’re basically fresh meat for the people of Galar. Quite crude way of phrasing it, I know, but some people will treat you like you’re naught but a toy or new meat to sink their teeth into. You’ll either get used to it or you’ll fight it all the way down.”

[rockings-a]

anonymous asked: ► if you could speak honestly with your dad what would you say? be brutal

“You don’t deserve my love.”

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[rockings-a]

dragontamer​:

All amusement fades from his face as Gordie throws the Leon line at him, face souring. He’s gotten that one, a lot in fact. Just look at his social media, there’s tons of comments bashing on him for it. 

“Yeah… Good one.” He mutters under his breath, and when Gordie zooms past him he reluctantly follows. Using his height to his advantage, he peeks over Gordies shoulder to watch him work, beyond confused. He was really going to use those on him? He supposed he was right, it would work but…

“Wait- what? What do you mean you’ve done this more times than you can count?!” Though that should put him more at ease, it really doesn’t. How ominous, it’s a statement that leaves more questions than answers. His mind runs through the possibilities of what exactly that could entail, though he snaps back to the present when Gordie talks to him directly again.

“Please. I’m like- so strong. I bet I wont even feel it!” His response is beyond bullshit, and he knows the rock leader knows it too. Peeling off his ruined jacket leaves him in his uniform top, the taller man giving the jacket a mournful look before he tosses it into a corner of the room and offers up his arm.

Surely it couldn’t be that bad… Right?

He ignored the exclamation - confused, almost panicked - about the amount of times he’d done this. That was a conversation for another time.

“Okay, Mister ‘So Strong’,” he said with a flicker of a smile. Gordie double-checked the water temperature, just making sure it hadn’t gone cold for whatever reason. Galarian water tended to fluctuate wildly even with heaters, especially in the winter. It wasn’t winter but couldn’t hurt to be certain. Once he was certain, he nodded to himself and gently grabbed the other Gym Leader’s arm by the crook of his elbow and wrist.

Without leaving much time for him to anticipate and build up anxiety, he manoeuvred Raihan’s wound beneath the cascading water.

Time to see if you’re a screamer.

[rockings-a]

fallenspirit​:

“You’re no soft farmer boy, that’s for sure,” Spirit snickered. No offense to Milo, really. He thought both Gordie and Milo had looks that matched the type they preferred. Milo’s was rather obvious of course, what kinda farmer wouldn’t train grass types? And Gordie’s, sharp as the edges as the rock pokemon he trains. Like someone who can’t afford to look too smooth, or else they’d get skipped across the river like a pebble. Spirit has to admit to himself he rather admires Gordie’s style. The man’s always so confident in himself, that the fairy type specialist can’t help but be a little jealous.

Spirit examines the card in his hand more, thumb running over the glossy cover, studying it. He takes a moment to think about what about the card stands out to him. Other than his general liking of the man on it. 

“The colours are nice on it,” he says after a moment. “The pose to. I guess I just like the rocker style to it maybe? Like that you uh…” how does he say this without sounding lame?

“Like that you see more about who Piers is, rather than just him being a gym leader,” nope, that still sounded lame. He can already feel his cheeks burning as the words leave his mouth.

Gordie nodded, getting the gist of what Spirit was going for despite the heat raging in the younger man’s cheeks. It was true, Piers’ common card did give you a glimpse of his person outside his Gym Leadership (or, well, ex-Gym Leadership) role; it displayed his passion wholly and openly, alongside a slanted glimpse into his very core...

Piers’ always did have that added layer of authenticity to him. 

“Hm, I think I get what you’re going for, yeah. You want to showcase yourself, not just the fact that you’re champ or strong or popular, yeah?” Gordie surmised, glancing at Spirit with raised brows. “Not like... let’s say, Raihan’s rare card?” He plucked said card from the splayed pile, slanting it towards the other. “Which is basically just showcasing how popular he is, and how many people adore him.”

A quiet, half-stifled laugh, then.

“Look, there’s all these girls who’re almost throwing themselves at Raihan from the background, but if you look closely enough to the left,” a finger slid towards the side of the card, overlooking Raihan’s right shoulder, “you can see a fully-grown man doing the exact same thing. Ah, classic. You’ll get that too, eventually - you’ll get used to it, though.”

[rockings-a]

dragontamer​:

“Ha! I’m going to have to burn this thing. Or else, next thing you know it’ll be for sale online.” He presses the small circle on his own ultraball, engulfing Flygon in red before following after the other man. “I’m so fine. I’m so strong I don’t even feel it.” That’s a lie and a half, it’s practically throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

Walking after him, he gives his hand a small shake in an attempt to rid himself of some of the pain. He pauses as the door, heaving a sigh as he runs a finger over the splintered wood. That would cost another pretty penny…

“Potions? Nah I don’t use those, my pokemon are too strong.” He gives Gordies shoulder a playful push as he walks past him, eyes full of mirth. “Not that you’d know about that.” He throws the insult over his shoulder, along with a laugh as he ducks into the bathroom.

A few moments later he reappears with the requested items, humming. “You sure I should let you do this? Feel like I should leave it to the professionals…”

“Oooh, Mister My-Pokémon-Are-Too-Strong-But-I’ve-Never-Bested-My-Rival-Once-Man! How I envy you!” Gordie threw back, sarcasm positively dripping from his bladed tongue. Coinciding with the sharp comment was an equally as sharp look, teeth peeking between smirking lips. 

Once Raihan returned with the aforementioned items, he promptly plucked them and analysed the best-before dates that were printed near the circular base of each potion. They all looked to be in order. Good, good.

“I’ve done this more times than I can count - healing human wounds,” Gordie zipped on by Raihan, back into the bathroom, where he laid them all out by the bathroom sink. “Although some people try to go ‘oooh, potions are for Pokémon use only! Don’t use them on people!’; we’re all flesh and blood. Sure, it starts getting into the nitty-gritty when it comes down to differentiating potions based on Pokémon type - or, further more, egg groups - but the general potions that can be used on all types? Basically a good slap-on bandaid for us too. Better than doing nothing and letting it rot while you wait for a doctor to hobble their way over to you.”

With a twist of the faucet, he waited until warm water cascaded through; not too hot but just right.

“This’ll sting a lot, I’m warning you.”

[rockings-a]

yourchampion​:

What this larger than expected beer would do to him, Leon wasn’t sure. No matter, he would just have to act like everything was fine. This didn’t taste bad at all! Nope! Ha! Oh legends, yes it did.

Of course Gordie had forgotten. There’s no other reason the gym leader would ever not show up. It’s no big deal, really. This would be a better place to chat anyway.

Leon laughs and shakes his head. “We set up a meeting for today over at your gym. It wasn’t anything too important, though. Meeting like this is just fine.”

Okay… time for another very casual, very manly swig of his beer. This time he manages to avoid wincing, at least. It’s… cold. That’s… nice.

“Ah, shit,” Gordie grumbled at himself. He gently nudged his plate of food further away, enough so he could recline either forearm atop the counter. “Sorry ‘bout that. Completely slipped my mind.”

His gaze lingered upon Leon even as the other man took another hefty swig of his beer. Leon was drinking it as though he was a cream of the crop heavyweight drinker... Or that he knew nothing about the food-to-drink ratio. Gordie couldn’t help but feel the slightest of smirks twist the corners of his lips; curious but amused.

“You drink often, then?”

[rockings-a]

raihan and gordie in their current thread

[rockings-a]

dragontamer​:

“I can’t tell anything to the crazy ones. That’s why they’re the crazy ones.” Flygon looks apprehensive as Gordie approaches, a soft growl like noise leaving him, and Raihan snorts. His uninjured arm catches the dragon in a playful headlock, laughing.

“You big baby. You think you’re so tough, hu-AH!” The yell is half surprise and half pain when Gordie grabs him, inspecting his arm. Flygon growls again, and Raihan looks at him sharply, voice low. “Stop.” With just the one word he settles down, and Raihan sighs in relief when Gordie deems it fine and lets go of him.

“Told you I was fine!” He says, looking to his poor, poor jacket. He sniffles, overdramatically, pouting.

“My jacket…”

Gordie rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure you have more than enough money to get something that looks and feels the exact same way. It may not have the same body odour stains, but y’know, you make do,” he smirked wickedly, turning heel. He aimed his ultraball directly at his Lycanroc, whom obediently bonked her head against the button. Snapping open, a wave of light swallowed her whole - dragging her within. “Anyways, you’re not completely fine, but considering she could’ve torn your whole arm off, I’m considering it a win. Come on, let’s get it washed, sprayed, and wrapped up.”

And with all that said and done, he began the short journey back towards Raihan’s abode. Door, still ajar (and admittedly a bit damaged from when Peril threw herself against it), was knocked open with a twist and swivel of his hips.

“Where’s your potions and bandages at?”

[tswift]

request for you to not be a bitch

request denied

[rockings-a]

anonymous asked: what are your thoughts on your dad? melony wears her wedding ring but he’s nowhere to be found?

Gordie regarded the other with a sharp, cold stare. Unless broached by friends, he absolutely loathed how everyday people thought they could simply waltz on up and pitch questions at him like he was a search engine manifested in fleshy form.

The woes of being famous, he guessed.

“He’s gone,” he said curtly, adjusting his necklace. “He hasn’t made any attempt of trying to reach out so... why should I care? Anyway, it’s not your place to try and get information about my mother while using me as a proxy. Go ask her yourself.”

Gordie recalled seeing Melony wear her wedding band even after the divorce; how it glinted in the low light of the dining room, her hands swift, nimble as they cut into that night’s dinner. He recalled being confused, gaze flicking from ring to eyes, eyes to ring. His youngest sibling would wail, would cry; having heard the news about dad not coming home for dinner ever again, something Melony spoke sharply earlier that day. As they cried, as he stared, she’d just smile - that gentle, knowing smile - that veiled the hurt threatening to spill over.

Yeah. Fuck him.

[rockings-a]

dragontamer​:

Luckily for the taller trainer, his arm is still (mainly) intact, unlike his precious jacket. Truthfully, he mourns the loss of its sleeve more than he mourns the loss of skin on his arm. Flygon outmatches the canine in both weight and height, and his scales puff up as he let’s out a noise that Raihan wasn’t even aware he could make.

Then again, he’s not sure he’s ever been attacked so directly before.

Luckily, a holler from Gordie has his pokemon settling down, becoming meek where only moments before she’d been ready to tear his arm off. Even as she backs down, Flygon still stays between the two protectively, even ignoring Raihan as he calls to him.

Sticking two fingers in his mouth, he lets out an ear-splitting whistle that causes the dragon’s head to snap over to his trainer, and before Raihan can say or do anything he’s nearly mowed down by the fretting pokemon. 

A laugh spills from his lips as he presses against him, head tucking under his chin even though the dragon has to stoop slightly to do so, and the gym leader can only laugh and pat his head affectionately, smoothing down the bristling scales as he coos at the beast… Like it wasn’t ready to tear the other pokemons head off only moments ago.

“Nah, I’m totally fine.” He tells Gordie, though with how he’s looking down at Flygon it could easily be misconstrued as to whom he was really speaking to. Detaching himself from Flygon proves to be a bit harder than he anticipated, though he manages enough to scoop the ultraball from the stoned street. Really, if he didn’t know any better he’d think he was dealing with Honey right now…

“Tell that to the crazy ones,” Gordie murmured as his hand dipped, scratching Peril behind her ear. Her eyes fluttered close, leaning into the affectionate gesture with a low rumbling sound, tail thumping against cobblestone. 

She was his newest addition on the team. She sometimes didn’t quite know the difference between playful and shedding blood; the two overlapping. He still had some training to do, evidently.

Gordie’s gaze dropped. Without so much as a blink, he pulled himself away from his Lycanroc, nearing the taller man and his beast. The motion of his body was nimble yet confident, not showing a lick of hesitancy despite knowing that a fully-grown Flygon could snap his head right off. He plucked Raihan’s arm, eyeing off the red that dripped like thick liquor down skin.

“Hm,” Gordie’s grip relaxed, “not too bad, considering what she could’ve done. Let’s get inside and wrap it up, then you can choose... another jacket, I guess. Unless you’re a fan of the ‘asymmetrical tear’ look.”

[rockings-a]

mononezu​:

“Yup. That’s exactly it. Dynamic fuckers, those genetics.”

“And I thought I could somersault.”

[rockings-a]

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mononezu​:

“And if my hair is natural?”

“Then your genes are doing some fucked up gymnastics shit.”

[rockings-a]

“Squinting doesn’t make it any less true.”