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Laughter fills the room when Gold reveals his whereabouts to his mother on speakerphone, and he hurriedly lowers the volume a few clicks, phone too close to the side of his head. Why not Alola?           That Red guy is over there now, isn't he? 

Gold shakes his foot side to side, the hotel comforter chill against his skin though the refreshment isn’t enough to distract him from a weird little tinge that has him sitting up now. So, Celadon City isn’t far from Johto but cut him some slack - it still isn’t Johto. Vacationing is a break from routine, not necessarily a matter of distance; Gold grumbles a line of the like ( But you’ve been there, what, a million times?  ), then he brings up the neighbors to skillfully slide to a rant about outdoor grilling or something. He sorta zones out.

When the call’s over, the phone remains in his hand - screen miraculously clean of any scuffs considering the state of his long-surviving PokeGear. It was about time for this upgrade according to everyone, especially Lass Carrie, and it was even more gracious of him to finally register an ID through Pokemon Stadium™: Mobile Edition. 

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Swiping idly through Celadon’s most eligible for awhile proves to be easier .. and more or less entertaining when something curious gets a double-take. No zodiac or favorite food - but a familiar tagline that tugs on the corners of his lips. “ Small world. ” Kanjohto’s ex-champion with just one profile pic takes his chances with a flick right, and finds himself more excited with this millenial investigation than he was with Mahogany Town's Rocket infestation.

Mmm, what to say? He hopes he gets the first message in. People always beat him to it asking if he's legit or not.

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owe Thorton, Dawn awaiting Touko plotting w/ Kris? slowly but surely doing drabbles as warmups hehe also lance and karen hell yeah

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3...!

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3. Phantom

Granted, maybe he was staring a bit too long but those shoulder poofs were also a bit too tall. Gold absentmindedly nods his head with a tiny pout of consideration, never one to be judgmental of any fashion statement, but unfortuantely someone or something misinterprets his curious brows. His ear gets pinched, then pulled. Twice. Three times. Hey.

It’s disorienting (whisperings shift subjects when Gold starts looking around the train car with a critical eye) but manageable;          that is until the standing passenger’s grip phases through his support and has him stumbling over a couple of seats.

All too familiar with otherworldly mischief, a recovered Gold sternly locks with the wide, violet eyes ever-so-innocently blinking back at him. One final look-over communicates the chick’s dead giveaway of a palette, and she wobbles her fountain pen between two fingers, tapping twice on the pages of her journal. Tut tut?

It was seemingly conclusive, but when he’s duped onto an early stop by a tampered automated voice, he can only huff at his own played self. 

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throwback to when i caught a shiny wooper within the first 5 minutes of 2017

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40 :3

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40. laughter

Touko takes full responsibility for the offense evident on Gold’s face, the giggle tossed over her right shoulder as annoying as the long ponytail now caught on her left. Sure, her shampoo smells nice but he had enough hair in his face to begin with.

“ Hey ... why don’t I walk in front, so we both can enjoy this lil’ walk in the park? Or stop looking around so much like some tourist. ”

“ Well maybe if you didn’t have such a big head, I’d miss it more. ” The roll of her eyes is a split second longer than the rolling of her words, the potential duality surfacing tiny delight in the form of a passing smirk.          but he’d never afford her some pass, as he retaliates against her unexcused battery with an attempt to trip her goddammit--

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scotchymemes‌:

Send me a number and I’ll write a starter drabble about the corresponding word:

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itsa me J i m feat. Gold

I’m poop at plotting so u could call this a starter call - if u want one, pls comment :0 very very down to discuss first impressions or relationships though. thanks!!! mega-happy to be back!!

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beta overworld sprites of ethan on a fuckin SKATEBOARD

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LISTEN TO THIS

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AAAAAA HIS SMILE IS SO BRIIIIIGHT ;;

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One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

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its ur bbboy

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*hits blunt and starts making regigigas noises*

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life’s a cold beach, fire&gold

💚 mood drabble turned starter: 8. embarrassed

For a city boasting a refreshing breeze, life put some special care into not letting his afternoon be one. This Olivine day trip was meant to be spontaneous and fun, but haunting bad luck was depressing his visit by the hour.

‘Leader Jasmine is out today!’ Bummer. Gold was ready to turn on his heel and be on his way upon that report, but the Gym Assistant tugged with an extensive Q&A which Gold literally had to back out of. While he was never much of a person to rub his neck with blatant cringe, he'd spared plenty of dismissive laughter with his adamancy that he was not here for a rematch. Just to hang out. Speaking of out.

‘I ain't takin' haf' a punchcard.’ An exchange of deadpan looks. Somehow his beat up card had cropped half its valued perforations: paper evidence of his past patronage gone, robbing his free meal. Sure, the prior champion and hero of Kanjohto cards were played accordingly, but when did the sailors ever bend to that? Paid bill and tongue clicking aside, the server was happy to hand him a fresh loyalty card.

Escaping a persistent challenger, accidentally kicking a small Krabby, nearly losing his cap to the sea ... Gold pushes with true indignation boarding along the flat stone walk of the port. The bar of his foolish content refilled to an adequate percentage, he spends the stored energy on an ollie that doesn't pass gdi—— the absolute mess hopes to himself that his flop had gone unseen, but letting his head loll to the left in resignation brings a figure into view. So, he sighs at his doom.

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Detail from my scan of the Horton Plaza Mall in San Diego, 1984. Scan

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