#permadesco

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🐤 STEVEN ABT WALLACE BAYBEEEE

/ tweet shitpost bonanza | accepting.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ @permadesco​ ♥'d for a starter !!

ㅤㅤㅤ❧ ㅤ 𝓣he young lady bounds up to her uncle , batting big old puppy dog eyes at him , ❛ unkey , can you show me youre ' show stopping move ' ?? oh , pretty , pretty PLEE - EE -EASE ?? ❜ there she goes giving him a tight hug . ❛ i need some inspiration for me next show !! ❜

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@permadesco.

“ ingo, take care of this for us. ”

it was a simple request that had taken him far from the facility he had been staying in for the last stretch of time, by ferry and boat and even air to a place he’d only ever seen in books for tourism -- sootopolis city, a caldera that was staggeringly beautiful compared to the sprawling metro scenery ingo is most used to in his life.

there is no small amount of searching that has led him here, because the man kirin had decided to steal away was a famous face -- a former champion, a gym leader, and a contest master. why they thought they could get away with that is beyond ingo, but. . .well, here he is.

reuniclus bobs along beside him, clutching onto his arm with one of its own as it burbles a response to his unasked question: what were they going to do if the man had made a fuss about everything? augh, what a mess.

asking around the city, in his most polite tone, gets him answers: why, wallace hasn’t been seen in ages. no one’s seen hide nor hair of him, and we’re getting worried!

it also gets him the directions to the estate, which means he can find his way there, plucking his hat off at the front gates to ask his questions.

“ i’m looking for champion wallace and was pointed this way. may i come in? ”

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@permadesco​ said: Here comes Wallace, buffing tools in hand! Today is the day he polishes Aggron!

“Aggron, be a darling and lower your head, will you?” / HOLY SHIT IT’S THE BEST PAPA. | accepting.

‘Aru?’ Is that what he thinks it is? IT IS!!! IT IS!!!! It takes all of Aggron’s self control not to absolutely tackle Wallace where he stands--his favorite person ( not steven, hilariously enough ).

With great effort, Aggron lowers his head--he could tackle Wallace later, but the polishing routine was always something that put him in a good mood ( he was... always in a good mood though ). ‘Aruu~’ HE WANTS TO NUZZLE SO BAD.

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@permadesco​ said: Wallace sees a rock puppy get sent to Steven’s phone. He pretends not to be annoyed, but the subtle wrinkle of his nose and the slight furrow of his brows tells a different story. / uh oh now the wife is jealous. | accepting.

Oh! Oh my Arceus, isn’t that the cutest little girl he’s ever seen! Steven wants to meet Growlithe very much.. just look at her... Hisui should have been able to keep some of those regional variants that unfortunately didn’t make it to modern day.. “Aww, they’re so lucky,” Steven sighs, fingers nimbly texting back a flurry of pleading emojis and hearts.

“—What? She’s cute! Don’t look at me like that.” Any public eye wouldn’t have even noticed Wallace’s expression changed at all, but for Steven, it was as easy as sensing when the tides began to change. “Okay, okay, she isn’t nearly as cute as you are,” he adds, a finger pressing lightly under the other champion’s chin.

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✏️ (permadesco)

showing off satoshi's totally legit art skillz.

(it took him a solid 15min to remember how wallace looks but he thinks he did ok)

[cosmicblooded]

Mandated Evil Vacation at the Evil Beach Resort

featuring: @permadesco

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@permadesco​ said: There’s a soft sigh the escapes Wallace’s lips, malachite gaze looking down at the webbed hands that rest on his lap, flicking over to look at the golden tail fins that shimmer in the light from the window. Turquoise brows narrow softly, still not accepting of this new, hideous form. He doesn’t look at Steven at all.

“You shouldn’t take care of me,” his voice is quiet. Somber.

“It’s…rotten work, darling.” / not if it’s you. | accepting.

He shook his head almost instantly--much of their time spent had been in the lovely study curated by the taste of both delicacy and the sea. If anything Wallace had become more befitting of his own taste in décor than before. It was, logically speaking, one of the few rooms whose window didn’t face any public eye, instead resting sights upon the lovely landscape of Wallace’s estate. From there, they could see their team idly about, resting, playing, speaking to one another.

Much like their trainers were now, except their conversations must have been much more joyful.

( wallace... )

Steven sets the book he thumbed through back into it’s home on a shelf, completing the array of bindings and colors and titles--history, tales of old, simply put: things they had shared in interests. Calloused fingers already seek out the velvet of his lover’s cheeks when he turns and approaches, curling into the fly-aways that had grown longer, developing a gradient fit for shiny Milotic’s antennae. It pained him to see Wallace look so disgusted with what he’d become.

( don’t sell yourself short like that.. you’re alive and you’re found and you’re home )

“Not for me,” he smiles softly, expression something akin to unconditional adoration. There would be nothing that could stop Steven from finding Wallace and taking him into his arms. Nothing. Not even terrible experiments. Not even death. He was simply that kind of person. “Not if it’s you.”