#thegalarchamp

[shine-by-night]

[ For @thegalarchamp via @the-dark-fantastic! ]

“Can I get a waffle?”

Poor Leon. He’s never going to get away from these Alolan lunatics, is he? At least this one isn’t trying to prove anything (yet) - she’s just trying to flag down a waitress with one hand, while the other sits gently but firmly atop the head of a pink-and-purple Pokémon that’s squealing like the world’s tiniest, most enthusiastic fire alarm. If she wasn’t holding it down, it’d be doing loop-de-loops over the counter and painting everyone’s pancakes with its own ink.

[gnzma]

thegalarchamp ha risposto al tuo post “YO, GALAR! THIS IS A REMINDER FROM YA BOY” “I PUNCHED YOUR CHAMPION...”

What happened to staying out of each other’s way?! This is you craving attention isn’t it?

“I never said that I wasn’t going to brag. I just told you to stay away from me. This said?”

He turns on the megaphone, moving veeeeeeeery close and-

“GET OUTTA MY SWAMP YOU MOTHERFUCKER”

[moonlightscholar]

@thegalarchamp

It had been at least a few years since Conrad last step foot in Galar. He wanted a chance to see some of his family at the least, especially ever since picking up the job he had in Shokiko. Though while the rest of the family that came with him were off on their own things, he felt it was good time to take a moment and step foot in one of the old stadiums while there was no matches going on. 

Even though he was invited around 20 years ago to participate in the league challenge, back when the former champion was still part of it, he never made it all the way through. He did try, though, and he did make it rather far for someone who was putting more focus in his studies in one of Galar’s school than he was battling. But the crowds in the stands never settled right with him...even now they still did.

Yet somehow there was a faint fondness for the rush he did have during those battles. Still wearing the old Dynamax Band that he used even then. Maybe he could just get away with doing that to one of his pokemon...just for an old time sake at the least.

[teamskullenforcergladion]

Closed RP w/ @thegalarchamp

@thegalarchamp

Gladion had been Training his Pokemon - more Specifically, Lycanroc and Silvally. And they were improving so much!...notice the Pass tense. Because Silvally had perked up and ran off. This behaviour was Foreign to the Synthetic Chimera, so Gladion suspected something - like a Ultra Beast!

Once it reached where it wanted to be, Silvally narrowed it's eyes before leaping onto...Leon! He leaped onto the Galarian Champion and bite the Cape of his, tugging at it.

"Silvally!" Gladion scolded, running to them, Lycanroc following. Gladion grabbed onto the Cape, yet didn't see whom it belonged to...not yet, anyway.

"Unhand it! Be a Good Pokemon!"

Silvally growled, tugging harder, meaning Gladion's grip got tighter.

"Aaah - I'm So Sorry - normally it-....Leon?"

And now, internal Regret...

[curiousobjecthead]

thegalarchamp replied to your post

I have made mistakes like any human would but I am genuinely trying to make your lives better

“ You’re like an NPC dialogue. ”

“ WE DO NOT NEED YOU. ”

“ You are exactly like the people who marginalized us, who put us aside. We do not need your salvation, your blessing. We are here on our own and together. ”

“ Stay away from us. I will not repeat myself. ” 

[horizonboundtrainer]

@thegalarchamp X

"You're free to enter Hoenn... under one stipulation—Head to the southern bridge on Route 119 immediately after you arrive. I'm making you swim with the Sharpedos and broadcasting it to the world."

[skull-bxund]

“yo i’m fuckin ready ta throw hands, i’m done with this guy runnin his mouth”

[galarsghxst]

@thegalarchamp | 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊

                            Fuck. That...that was definitely Leon.

          Dammit why now? Why in the middle of all of this? He couldn’t know, none of them could.

                               Just...just get yourself together.

          Pulling himself off the ground, the gym leader frantically looked around for his mask, unsure of where he threw it during his outburst. He eventually was close enough to the stadium door now to be audible to whoever stood outside, still desperately looking for his mask.

“uh...uh yeah....i’m....i’m okay....everything’s fine....”

          If you listened carefully there was a nervous shake to the teen’s voice. Still partially caught up in the emotions that consumed him in his outburst.