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independent, selective, mutuals and 20+ only rp blog. features LEON, from PKMN SWSH, though headcanon heavy. as evolved by ODDITY ( he/him, 25+, gmt+8 ). NSFW themes may be present and will be tagged accordingly. * IMPORTANT. view this carrd prior to interaction!
hi
my life has been very busy recently (university, new relationship, plentiful health issues) and tbh i think taking a break from rp has been great for me because i am really excited about the prospect of returning and engaging creatively with y'all !! i have an oc cookin, and think i will try to focus predominantly on ocs henceforth. i just think they're neat
stay tuned !!
hi hiii everyone <3 i sorta just dropped off the face of the rpc for a bit. been focusing on Me, Myself, And I and also My Art because university time has kicked back into gear!! i wanna return here, just deciding how exactly to do so..... but just wanted to say hey!!
[ DINER ] : for your muse to join mine at a diner / restaurant // :)
FIRST MEETING PROMPTS. // @gruusha.
To say that Leon had trouble navigating landscapes was, perhaps, the understatement of the century. Issues compounded on problems made his sense of direction topsy-turvy; this was exacerbated in cities, where architecture doubled up, up, and up. Every time he walked into another street, it gave him such a violent sense of déjà vu that it was like being slapped. And, boy, was Levincia like a labyrinth built upon ethereal riddles, especially to the likes of one Leon Blackwood. Utterly incomprehensible.
All he wanted was some food. A restaurant, a café—anything.
When he meandered into the local hospital enwreathed within Levincia, his disorientation was pitifully plastered all over his face. He looked like a lost, wet puppy, big eyes peering around in hopes of finding someone—or something—to rid his woes. He’d mistakenly interpreted an outside icon, which was to indicate that, yes! This hospital did, in fact, have a café!
… For visitors and patients.
His displacement was sorely obvious to one Grusha. Although his face spoke little kindness, his gestures were far from it—offering to lead Leon out of the hospital foyer and to a restaurant.
Leon’s face lit up. He was grateful someone had taken even an ounce of pity on him, to show him around this alien city; even if it was just to a place to get some hearty grub.
“You’re a local, then?” Leon chirped happily, following abreast with them. The mechanical doors of the hospital behind them whirred to a close, and the tepid, salt-tinged sea breeze tossed both their heads of hair, flicking tresses this way and that.
went ahead and did that pkmn test for leon ❤
This restaurant was one of their favorites, though it's not one they frequented often. The reason? Raihan can't stand the cold of Circhester, the icy gales and snow going right through him every time regardless of the layers he packs on. Because of this, they were shy to visit this place, which typically saved for a special occasion, or when they haven't seen one another in a good chunk of time.
None of those were why they were here today, simply one of the rare times they made their way here just because. The food is amazing, and price? Well, prices mattered little to men like them.
Raihan had been dominating the conversation for most of the time there, a common occurrence where Leon hums and nods along as Raihan blabbers on and on with seemingly no hint of stopping. Eventually though he runs out of his story, and instead they focus on their food.
When Leon speaks, real eyes snap upwards to him. He can tell that whatever if about to be said was important, and swiftly he slurps a noodle up and into his mouth.
"Mmm," he mumbles around the food in his mouth, speeding through the chewing process to gulp down the noodles in order to offer a proper reply to his rival— no, his friend. His mind reels as he tries to think of what exactly Leon might have to talk to him about, certainly not work related or he'd have done it on the clock... So what?
Even though he says it's nothing bad, his mind instantly goes to the negatives, eyes sweeping over forearm and chest casually, though he can't see the scars that litter his skin, he doesn't need to. He knows they're there, but it's a casual sweep, fast enough that he's sure Leon won't realize what he's thinking about. It's a brisk glance, and then his eyes remeet Leon's steadily, golden and teal bridging to meet like the sunset over Hulbury's Bay.
"Uh, sure of course. What's on your mind?" Apprehension bleeds ever so slightly into his voice, unwillingly poisoning his tone with nerves.
The way that his teal gaze swept over his form meant little to Leon; he presumed it was Raihan trying to read his body language. A hint of residual anxiety brewed up within, his innards a cauldron, heating up skin as the concoction reached its peak—his smile twisted awkwardly, creasing his eyes in a way that bellowed apprehension of his own.
“It’s just …” Leon paused, his eyes finding anything but Raihan’s face, before laughter bubbled out of him, and his own face found itself in his palms. “Mmmmmmh—Gods!” Fingers fed through his thick purpure tresses then, as though occupying them would better help wanting to bury his face any longer. “How do I even begin? I’ve told barely anyone this outside my own family … Uuurgh. Hngfff.”
He took a moment to breathe with intent. You can do this, Leon, he told himself, you don’t need to be nervous. This is Raihan, after all!
“Okay, so, hardly anyone knows this outside my direct family. I just haven’t really felt the … need? To tell people this, so it rarely comes up in conversation, but I want to get better at … y’know. Being open. And, besides, we’re good,” he gestured between them, “we’re close, so I think this is long overdue!”
Gauchely, did Leon hold the pose where he gestured between them. His grin turned stiffer by the moment. Finally, after a few awkward moments, did he let the stiffness go, hands returning to the table and tension evaporating from his features.
“I’m trans.” Leon let that sink in for a few seconds. “Like, I was born and considered a girl, then I realised I was boy when I was like … Fuck, like when I was five or six or something, I think? Quite early, in any case …”
His smile returned.
“Ta-da?”
✧ — ⋆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
some ideas for first meeting prompts that may help break the ice between characters . feel free to amend contexts & roles where required ! violent & alcohol related prompts present .
[ BAR ] : for your muse to join mine at a bar [ DINER ] : for your muse to join mine at a diner / restaurant [ SAVE ] : for your muse to step in to save my muse in a fight [ FAKE ] : for your muse to pretend to know my muse in public to save them from a difficult encounter [ RUN ] : for your muse to grab my muse’s hand and tell them to run [ STEAL ] : for your muse to try to steal from my muse ( pickpocketing , in their home etc – feel free to specify context ! ) [ STUDY ] : for your muse to join mine to study / read [ PICNIC ] : for your muse to join mine on a picnic [ FIRST DATE ] : for your muse to meet mine for a first date [ BREAK IN ] : for our muses to break in somewhere together [ ATTACK ] : for your muse to try to attack mine ( specify context ! ) [ DANCE ] : for your muse to invite mine to dance [ PAY ] : for your muse to pay for my muse’s item(s) ( specify context ! ) [ TAXI ] : for our muses to share a taxi ride somewhere [ CAR ] : for your muse to jump in my muse’s car and tell them to drive [ LOCKED OUT ] : for your muse to be locked out of their apartment & to ask for help from mine [ DIY ] : for your muse to ask mine for help with diy in their home [ DARE ] : for your muse to approach mine on a dare [ PATCH ] : for your muse to help mine with an injury [ COMFORT ] : for your muse to comfort mine [ SWIM ] : for your muse to throw mine into the sea / a river / pool ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] : for our muses to be tied up together [ CRY ] : for your muse to find mine crying [ KIDNAP ] : for your muse to kidnap mine [ DRUNK ] : for your muse to look after mine while drunk [ ZOMBIE ] : for our muses to be caught in a zombie attack together [ TRAPPED ] : for our muses to be trapped somewhere together ( stuck in a storm ? kidnapped together ? dodgy lock on a door ? ) [ WARN ] : for your muse to warn mine of incoming danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] : for your muse to join mine at a coffee shop / café [ WORK ] : for your muse to help train mine on the first day of their job [ ROOMMATES ] : for your muse to be my muse’s roommate ( feel free to specify whether in a college or a regular setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] : for our muses to meet in a bookshop [ EVENT ] : for our muses to meet at a charity event [ FUNDRAISING ] : for our muses to team up to raise money for charity ( feel free to specify potential ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] : for our muses to be rivals in a competition [ KARAOKE ] : for our muses to sing karaoke together [ MUTUAL FRIEND ] : for our muses to meet through a mutual friend [ STOOD UP ] : for your muse to join mine on a date after noticing that they have been stood up [ MISSION ] : for our muses to meet on a mission [ UNDERCOVER ] : for your muse to approach mine while undercover [ MUSUEM ] : for our muses to meet at a museum [ ABANDONED ] : for our muses to meet in an abandoned building [ STARGAZING ] : for our muses to meet while stargazing [ ROOFTOP ] : for your muse to find mine on a rooftop
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@draconicrider, continued from here.
A strange creature. One Leon had never seen before, not in book nor even passing conversation. An odd, albeit elegant monstrosity; it looked much like a suicune, except … different? It spoke with the vividness of a dracozolt or dracovish—something that shouldn’t exist but did. His thoughts bounced around like ball flung amidst a confined space, bashing around the sides, each collision blooming thoughts and theories aplenty. One of his first hasty conclusions was, perhaps, it was something artificially created, agonisingly sown together by a machine, but …
… What stood in the near distance did not struggle with its form. Indeed, everything, from colour to stance and bodily movement, seemed fluid. Like it belonged.
He didn’t mean to blurt out that loudly but blurt out he did.
Sarcasm dripped like poison-tipped honey from the man’s—tongue? Mouth? Helmet? Whatever. Leon knew it meant to sear him, to deter him from how sharply that man concealed the absurdity within their pokéball.
Strange, but intrigue blossomed quickly.
“Thankfully,” Leon did his best to veil the annoyance in his tone and approached, “I’m not that daft. But—unfortunately for you—I’m very curious by nature, and I want to know what the hell that pokémon was.”
Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle Vincent van Gogh, Garden at Arles (1888)
trying to do environments more like. end me NOW
wip time babeyyyyyy
second wip >:)c
finally got a weekend to myself <3 which means i can write (probably, if the muse strikes well). might reblog sum prompts and stuff, or Mayhaps .... Get Onto Those Starters I Owe
there was talk earlier about how pkmn can be extensions of characterisation and character arcs of muses.
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designing characters for uni and for some reason this asshole-looking guy is stuck in my brain. eating it. i need to shoo him away before i start thinking of ways to integrate him into writing
he's serving cunt, sir,
designing characters for uni and for some reason this asshole-looking guy is stuck in my brain. eating it. i need to shoo him away before i start thinking of ways to integrate him into writing
he's serving cunt, sir,
designing characters for uni and for some reason this asshole-looking guy is stuck in my brain. eating it. i need to shoo him away before i start thinking of ways to integrate him into writing
