𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝒉𝒎𝒑𝒉! 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆!

[rulear]

       𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐤é𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐱  /  PRE-REDEMPTION ARC  /  selective and private  /  sporadic and low activity  /  18+ only  /  DARK THEMES PRESENT  /  read carrd before interacting  /  loathed by olive

[rulear]

moans

YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!

[reshiradragon]

Pasio, the island known to be where many fulfill their dreams- except its very own creator.

[coldslaws]

[wingbeatz]

@rulear / i feel like this relevant now

[cyborb]

hi i love this man so much. and of course rachel and sawyer too

[rulear]

lear wears his glasses because he has photophobia (extreme light sensitivity) and he's easily prone to migraines, but he wants everyone to think it's just a fashion statement

[wingbeatz]

@rulear replied to your post “Rachel sniffs out the fashion disasters in Pasio...”:

someone wore crocs on pasio once and this man was bedridden for three days 💀

​  ❝ it was like, soooo terrible! i never want to see Master Lear in that state ever again. ❞

     oh. oh no. is that a tear in her eye? 

[rulear]

" it was BEYOND vile! there truly was no other option than to throw him into the sea for his crimes. this island will never be desecrated by that fool EVER again !! "

[asavt]

cat shaped

[psychic-master-will]

"You think I could convince Lear to help me beat the Team Break allegations?" He was getting quite tired of being harassed by that group of idiots.

[rulear]

" complaints go in the complaints box, " now that he thinks about it, when was the last time someone checked that box? oh well.

[rulear]

still thinking about how this fucking thing evaded me and drained 30000 gems from my acc and i never got him. pasio is tax haven i'm gonna end him with my bare hands.

[galarfiend]

forgotten

[lentl-soup]

I love lear and his stupid fucking hair

[rulear]

   ❝ Master Leeeaaar, ❞ oh, here she comes, and she's draping her arms and much-too-long sleeves unceremoniously over the prince's shoulders from behind too. ❝ i was thinking, and like, there's totally not enough clubs in Pasio, y'know? so boooring, we should fix that. ❞ [ Rachel :> ]

ugh. every time she does this, it makes lear dreadfully aware of just how short he was in comparison. a hand is put on his hip, and he gives a firm tap onto her wrist. " you! cease this nonsense at once, " he wiggles himself out of her grasp, crossing his arms against his chest before giving a theatrical huff.

" and what kind of clubs exactly are we talking about? " his gaze narrows. it could be a noteworthy idea. anything that'd bring additional income for the island could be counted as a plus. most of their guests had plenty of wealth - and the less he had to ask from his father, the better. " i may consider it. " / @wingbeatz

[rulear]

" evil ????? "

[gimmeaheadshot]

He's back!!

[rulear]

"master lear," smiling at him so so sweetly. / sorry olive trust me it hurts me way more than it hurts you that he tries insufferably hard to impress literally everyone that you write.

very slowly lowers his glasses, staring at the man directly before pushing them back up his nose.

" doctor. "

he turns back towards the table, legs crossed as he lifts his teacup to take a sip from it. the day has been unbearably hot on the island, but he'll suffer through it for his afternoon routine.

" are you enjoying yourself on pasio? " / @intriguant

[rulear]

a pidgey knocks to his window, carrying a letter. the way letters have been cut out from newspapers and stamped onto it, at first glance one would think it's a ransom letter.

❝ hello lear, founder of pasio! they're saying your island is full of strong trainers. is it true? i'd like to come! in the invitation requests you've received in the last months, mine is there too. i can't tell you who i am, because i don't want to be bothered. i just want to battle strong trainers. you feel the same too, right? maybe once i'm there, you'll be able to find me! accept the invites, and you'll be able to gloat about having 若い血 there with you. and in return, i'll be able to battle super strong opponents!!! —若い血 ❞

the paperwork is endless. sure, it would be easy for lear to make someone else do it for him, but there were few things that he didn't allow even those closest to him to meddle with. namely, the invitations. no one else had his keen eye in choosing which trainers were worthy of receiving one.

he leans back against the large, plush chair, fingertips tapping annoyedly against the armrest with gilded details and jewels embedded into it. the majority of the trainers on the 'consider' pile were atrocious. he needs something new. something inspiring.

lear turns his head towards the window upon the knock of the pidgey, and after ripping open the strange letter, his brows raise. the name sounds vaguely familiar. right, he'd seen it amongst the papers earlier.

never before had he invited someone to pasio on such limited information. well, he can always kick them out if they turn out to be lousy. / @soardived