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“👗” if i aint too late this seems fun !!

"It's Autumn now, Professor - you need to start wearing more layers."

#navy and red are a good combo sometimes #kalosial #<3

@kalosial said: do my favorite ; adamant ( nature meme )

one of his earliest memories is laying face down in the dirt.

not willingly, no. bede frantically kicked his legs, digging deep gouges into the earth with his shoes. ( old, ratty hand-me-downs — not like they could get much uglier. ) arms flailed, fingers scrambling for purchase. his nails, bitten down to ugly stubs, stained by dirt and worn bloody by his desperate attempts to drag himself away. ❝ fuck! ❞ the child screamed out his frustration with a voice worn ragged — tried to pour every ounce of his rage into desperate cries in the hopes that someone would listen. ❝ fuck! fuck! fuc—AAAAGH! ❞ anger turned to agony as the pressure on his back suddenly increased, and bede swore he could feel each of his ribs ache in protest.

❝ arceus, just shuddup already. ❞ finley bennett ( he still remembered his name, clear as day ) ground his shoe into bede’s back. he was two years older, bigger ( much bigger ) and stronger and an all around bully. it only took one foot to keep the smaller child pinned to the ground, and he rifled through bede’s bag almost lazily — like he had all the time in the world.

❝ you shuddup, dickhead! ❞ he reached behind him and tried to shove blindly at finley’s leg. ❝ get off’a me, gimme my stuff back! ❞

❝ hmm. ❞ there was a faint rustle as the older pulled out his lunch. ( a brown paper bag with a sandwich and fruit — nothing special, but it was his. ) bede opened his mouth to let out another round of curses, only to have his voice crushed to a pathetic whimper as finley leaned on him with his full weight. it felt like he was going to snap clean in two. he couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t breathe. ❝ no. don’t think i will. what’s a runt like you gonna do about it? ❞

#kalosial #Bullying TW #Blood TW #— ★ . * ( HC. ) ┇ ❝ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵉˡᶦᵗᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵉˡᶦᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ❞#( i wrote this for adamant bc.... adamant is a good nature for physical attackers.... i always associate it w/ fighting types )#( i felt if i went too heavy on the accents it'd be distracting but pls imagine them. )

it was uncommon to find someone in this world without a pokémon partner- luckily, it was part of sycamore's duties as professor to pair trainers with their first companion. meryl was obviously older than most folks he'd present a pokémon to, but he dismissed his own curiosity as to why she was traveling alone. so he presents her with an incubator concealing an orange and yellow egg, smooth and warm to the touch. to any experienced breeder, it'd obviously be a charmander inside; though, he didn't expect this stranger to be familiar enough to know. he supposes it didn't matter. ❛ keep it in here. when it starts to move, it'll be close to hatching. raise it well, and you'll have a wonderful partner for your life's journey ! ❜

She's gotten used to strangers just handing her stuff at this point, though this is the first time it's a living creature. Still, Meryl shrugs slightly and nods with a smile.

"Sure thing!" Had he given her his name? She has no idea. Oh well. He's already leaving, so Meryl waves slightly and then glances down to the egg an incubator.

"...I dunno what you're gonna hatch into, but I'm gonna call you Ramen." She pats the case gently, studying it for a moment. How long would it take to hatch? Hopefully soon.

...Hopefully she could feed it.

#kalosial #˟main;; a hell of a team #r || 14.5

❛ you are my student- i chose you when you came here thinking it'd be a great way to see the world and make new friends. i remember going to sinnoh when i was your age, i remember how it felt and i wanted to make sure you didn't feel the same way i did. but if i knew what that would become, that innocent desire to help- i think about it every day. while i never pulled the trigger so to speak, i constantly still feel just as responsible as if i did. i am responsible for stealing your future and i can never make up for that.❜ // kalosial

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“Professor…”

To some degree, perhaps Serena knew this conversation would happen. That the guilt from a situation entirely out of the man’s control would come back to haunt him so, and manifest in an expression of regret to the one impacted the most by it. The girl burned by someone she had trusted at his recommendation, who had been caught in that firing of the weapon, who now glows in the presence of the very stones he had asked her to research, thanks to a hypothesis he wished to test. Lips press themselves into a thin line as the blonde’s heart lurches—as a feeling so heavy and uncomfortable settles upon her bleeding heart. She could not blame him; not for anything. Augustine, why he has always been akin to that of a father figure, has he not? A guiding light in a time where she had been wandering around in complete darkness. And after all, had it not been for him, would Kalos have had anyone to stop Team Flare on that fateful day?

“You didn’t steal anything. Not my future, not my desire to help others… There was no way you could have known what fate had in store,”

Her words are gentle and cautious, like the steps she takes closer to the grieving professor. There is no mind to place her hand upon his shoulder in a reassuring manner, or anything of the sort, but to simply express comfort in being near. That Serena is neither repulsed by nor upset with the man, and stands ready to discuss a topic that both ought to have had a while ago. A mug of tea, freshly made at his request, places itself atop a mahogany desk, and with an expression both calm but sympathetic, she continues to explain herself.

“If anything… I’d say you gave my life purpose when it had all crumbled away. When I was moved here, I… I did not know what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to recover what I had lost.”

And there it is—the ghost of a smile. Her usual sort, subdued but reassuring, and hidden behind layers of thoughts and emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

“—But you did. You sent me on my journey, gave me something to focus on other than mourning what I thought was the loss of a lifetime’s amount of work. And… eventually, it renewed my resolve—my motivation to pursue the right path for me and my dreams.”

Has he seen the billboards, Serena wonders? Has the professor seen the snippets of her dancing on stage, having restored and gone well beyond the career the young woman thought she had lost? Perhaps, the blonde thinks, she ought to buy him a ticket to a performance some time, and let him see with his own eyes that she speaks the truth—that her success, her drive, why it is all thanks to the help he provided, even in ways the man might have been unaware of.

“You helped me to realise that instead of sitting around and saying that I wish something would happen… I should be the one to simply just… do it. Make my wishes into reality. And for that, I can never thank you enough.”

#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {queue.} ⦄⊰❀#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰❀#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {asks.} ⦄⊰❀#kalosial #{Sycamore.}#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {verse: post-x.} ⦄⊰❀#{not me taking sygna!serena's whole 'i wish i could so i Am going to instead' dialogue and using that here}

plots please! ik you sent it to me bUT

Send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with 3 (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses! || Accepting

A situation where, somehow, Lysandre and/or Team Flare is brought up, and they inevitably have to at least start talking about their own experiences. From what we’ve discussed, I don’t think it would be something that would start with either of them finding the courage to make the first step, so maybe the setting could throw it motion? Like maybe they run into each other at a cafe in Lumiose, or are in the lab, and something comes on the tv or radio?? And that kicks the conversation off. I think it’d be a nice way to develop one or both of their thoughts/feelings around it all!

I’m not sure if you go by the stuff the npc in the Tower of Mastery says about Sycamore having tried to learn how to wield mega evolution, but eventually gave up and left the tower?? But, regardless of that, if you hc him having trained there for a time at all, I would be absolutely down to set these two up in a way where maybe Serena asks him about that time? Like, explain she heard it from someone there, and let him just tell her about his experiences?? Since she’s trained there, too (in fact, she hid/locked herself up there for around a month after the Geosenge stuff)

Hear me out-- a reaction to the “””paper””” that leads to the publication of the mega evolution dex entries seen in sun and moon. Like, maybe one of them, or another scientist in the lab, finds the paper and is all “you have to see this” so they print it off to read it and just?? The pure horror. Because these people, in an attempt to one-up Sycamore, have gone and basically tortured pokemon just to publish stuff on mega evlution first, without knowing anything about it or what is required for it to be safe. Bonus points if they’re tied to like... Devon Corp, which canonically forces pokemon to mega evolve repeatedly to generate energy. Or they funded the research.

#❀⊱⦃ ⏤ {ask.} ⦄⊰❀#kalosial #{Sycamore.}

kalosial said: you n me 🤝 - i typically tend to go towards official art whenever i can, but unfortunately a lot of pokemon art just doesnt lend itself that well ive found but also dont beat yourself up about it, theme making takes so much energy and we all know thats in limited supply these days

I feel like there’s very little official art of Sycamore that it’s a little difficult to do anything with him for profiles. He has his moments in the anime, but a specific look/pose is generally hard to find for him. Definitely don’t have enough energy to whip up something with his magical face. OTL The new episode was great, and I’m happy that we have him looking AMAZING!!!! So I’m happy that I could at least use that.

#kalosial #OOC

❛ is this it? what you want? what you wanted? ❜

Lysandre subtly bites his inner cheek, looking down at Augustine with a purposefully (hopefully) unreadable expression. Is anything ever what he wanted? Good enough to be what he wanted? Of course not. Ultimately, nothing satisfies him unless it is created by his own two hands. And it seems as though Augustine knows this; it is evident both in his tone and the way he physically embodies his every emotion.

Why must they each be such intuitive men.

But that doesn't really matter, does it? Lysandre can tell him whatever he wants, respond however he wishes.