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Starter Call for Cilan!

If you’re a mutual, like this post if you want a starter from Cilan! (You’re a mutual if you’re being followed by @nutsandlightningbolts) If you have any prefered time or location on Cilan’s timeline you’d like to RP with him, reply to this post as well, or send an ask!

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Starter Call for Chili!

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Starter Call for Kiawe!

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Starter Call for Meyer!

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Starter Call for Joe!

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Starter Call for Newton!

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I’ll probably make a proper promo soon, but reblog and/or like if you’re interested in RPing with a multi-muse RP blog with the following characters!

Cilan (Pokeani) 

Chili (Pokeani)

Kiawe (Pokeani)

Meyer (Pokeani)

Newton Graceland (Pokeani)

Joe Kido (Digimon)

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gottamuseemall‌:

“But, if grandfather finds out I’ll be grounded FOREVER,” as far as Gurkinn was concerned the girl here should be focusing on her successor duties over boys. And, Chili, was most certainly a boy that she was interested in. (Although seriously, was there any doubt how much attention Korrina put into her work as the future Mega Evolution Guru?) So, it’s up to you, Chili, keep flaunting over how much you want this fellow Gym Leader’s BOOTY (and risk not getting to see her or it for a while), or just zip it and keep your dirty little thoughts for the bedroom when you’re both alone.

There was a loud, dramatic moan from Chili as he slumped his head over, detaching his smooth, coy pose from the wall on which he’d been leaning before he shakes his head.

“Fine, but damn if I don’t like thinking about that fine toned booty of yours, wheels or not...” he gave a lopsided grin as he pressed towards his girlfriend, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, “...maybe we could get out of here and you can give me even more to think about, eh? Might help keep me a bit quiet for a bit... or not quiet, depending on how you like it...”

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gottamuseemall‌:

“HOTHEAD, YOU’RE NOT HELPING!”

Sure, yes, she’s grateful that you’re egging her on and supporting her but seriously - all you’re doing is turning this into a conversation about y’all having a BOOTY CALL.

“I think I’m helping in the best of ways!” Chili contested raising a waggling finger, “People will take your passion seriously, and we’ll get people talking about something more passionately fun!” 

The man knew he could’ve put that in a way that was far dirtier, but that could’ve ended up in a smack on the back of the head from Korrina for something so blatant in public. Besides, sometimes, dressing up the words just a bit made the allure all the stronger. Not that he had nearly as much talent in that department as either of his brothers.

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Chili crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, giving a sly look over yonder.

“You tell ‘em, babe!”

He gave a low chuckle, mumbling to himself, “Besides, your booty don’t need any wheels when it’s firmly on top of me...” he winked over in his girlfriend’s direction as he made the quip to himself quietly.

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🔰 Would you please reblog this if you’re open to RPing with sideblogs?

There are rp blogs out there that don’t want personal blogs to follow them and like their posts even though those often have rp sideblogs. It would be a shame to ignore those just because they aren’t their main blogs. Please be so kind to reblog this post so that people with sideblogs know they are welcome. Thank you.

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Where There’s a Well, There’s a Way → Nagisa/Sofia

((A starter for @gottamuseemall’s Sofia Curie))

The Johto Region’s Azalea Town: Home of the Azalea Gym, The Charcoal Kiln, The Slowpoke Well, and most famously, Kurt the Pokeball Smith’s Home.

That’s where he found himself on the day that his pokemon adventure really began. When he met her.

Of course, his adventure had officially started earlier, when he took on his adopted Espurr as his starting pokemon, set out from New Bark Town to challenge the Johto Pokemon League.

Truth be told, the young man wasn’t sure what he wanted to be precisely, but training pokemon was always a good place to start, and through his research, he deduced that getting some specialized pokeballs was the best way to get a good start on that track. After all, advanced pokeballs led to capturing more powerful, and often, more unique pokemon.

That’s why he came to Azalea Town in the first place, besides challenging the gym, of course. And that’s how the young, blue-haired man found himself rapping on the prolific pokeball crafter’s door.

It was after his second series of knocks came, and was about to land his third, that the door creaked open and the face of the older man filled the gap. He looked down to the short and scrawny boy, eyes narrowing.

“Who are you? I don’t have any appointments until…” Kurt, furrowing his graying brows, looked at his watch, “…well I had one in 10 minutes but I’m going to be cancelling it. Come back tomorrow.”

“Cancelling? Wait tomorrow?!” the young man’s voice rang, putting a hand on the door to try and keep it open, though he didn’t exert much force, “I do apologize! I don’t have an appointment, no, but I… rather, well first I should introduce myself…”

The boy stammered through his objection, clearing his throat to try and give himself a second to collect his thoughts before he went on.

“My name is Nagisa Shiota! I was hoping to procure some custom pokeballs from you! I had planned to challenge the gym by the end of today and be on my way to Goldenrod City by tomorrow! Surely you could spare a minute or two?”

The request came tumbling out as Kurt managed to shut the door on him mid-sentence. Nagisa heard from inside the door, his grumbling annoyed voice, “I don’t do orders on a whim. You need an appointment. You can make one for tomorrow after I get back from the Well!”

‘The Well?’ Nagisa put a thoughtful finger to his chin as he flipped out a notebook already overflowing with various scribbles and passages that he’d scrawled in as he’d gone along, flipping back a few pages until he found his note on what he suspected the man was referring to.

“The Slowpoke Well…” he murmured to himself, re-reading his own entry, “The Man-Made Well that’s now home to the Slowpoke residents of Azalea Town, who according to legend, stopped a drought by using the move Yawn.”

“You rip that right out of a textbook?” Kurt’s voice rung out into the open air as Nagisa almost fell back from Kurt brushing past him out his front door, a sturdy backpack slung onto old man’s back, “The Well’s more than a place where they live. It’s almost a sacred monument to the people of Azalea. I hope you’ll write that down!”

Nagisa shook his head as he gained his bearings, doing exactly as the man suggested and adding to his notes before realizing he was falling behind Kurt as he strode down the path from his cottage-like home.

“Wait! Sir! If I could just speak to you a moment!” Nagisa’s voice rang out, along with the light patting of his feet on the dusty road, as he ran to catch up with Kurt.

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His response was expected, but it didn’t stop the feeling of excitement from building even stronger. Kiawe was one of the biggest challenges for Lana to overcome, or he would be if he passed the first round- No, he would pass the first round. Lana was sure of it. There was no doubt that Acerola was a strong trainer who knew her stuff when it came to ghost-types, but Lana had witnessed all of the hard work and training Kiawe put in every single day. For everything Acerola knew about ghost-types, Kiawe knew just as much about fire-types.

“You’ll do it. Definitely,” Lana said as she followed Kiawe’s gaze to the cheerful ghost-type trainer. It was almost hard to believe someone as carefree as her was a threat, but she had made it past the preliminary round. 

“…Have you decided which Pokemon you’ll use yet?” They’d fought Team Rocket’s Mimikyu countless times, but Acerola’s was different from the one they were used to and there wasn’t even a guarantee she’d go with that Pokemon at all. Kiawe wouldn’t have the same advantage Lana had in battling Mallow - he didn’t know all of Acerola’s Pokemon or exactly what they were capable of, and that was sure to make choosing his own difficult. 

Kiawe reached a hand out to hers, clasping with own in a strong grip that affirmed their mutual respect and friendship. His grin was broad and eager, coming with an eager nod that spoke of great expectations for both of them. Her confidence in him was certainly appreciated and it showed through his gesture.

Her question came next, and he fetched a pokeball from his pocket, enlarging it with a press of the front-facing button deftly, though he didn’t open it, a sly grin crossing his lips.

“I think it would be best if I left you and the rest of the competition in suspense. But I’m sure you’ll get to see them and how we’ve both improved together since we’ve met!” There was a measure of pride in Kiawe’s voice. He and the companion he’d chosen for this next battle against Acerola had been training tirelessly together, and he was sure that he would have a great showing, “But trust me when I say, Lana, you won’t be disappointed in the fight we’ll put up! Ghost types are tricky, no doubt about that. But we have our burning resolve, not to mention a few tricks of our own up our sleeves!”

Kiawe pumped his fist forward almost glowing with radiant heat before Lana as if to embolden his point, “Now! We need to grab some food before our match! There’s no winning on an empty stomach!”

It was then that Kiawe surged his way through the crowd, waving a grinning farewell to Lana as he made his way towards one of the restaurants the venue had to offer. There was no doubt about it, that they had an appetite for victory, as well as lunch.

Moving Oceans and Mountains → Kiawe and Lana

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Mallow grumbled as it seemed her attempt to lower the Marowak’s evasion was all for nought. The Pokémon managed to burst through the pink dust with a spinning manoeuvre with his club. This did nothing but make her all the more frustrated – because although he was disobeying Kiawe as she was expecting given his prior record… he still managed to get away with it! “It’s not over yet,” she glanced at the make-shift battlefield before them. Mallow scanned between Tsareena, Marowak and even Kaiwe, to consider her next move. She wanted to not only show off to Kiawe, but curb Marowak’s behaviour. The girl also wanted to show Tsareena just how well they worked as a team (not that it was in any kind of doubt.) “I have an idea.”

Tsareena and Mallow had been practising a new move themselves. They were always trying to improve on their move-set so that they could keep new battlers at the Battle Tree on their toes. This was one that they hadn’t quite perfected yet because the moment hadn’t arisen… but right now everything was in place for them to pull off the move to their fullest ability. “He’s distracted – Tsareena – let’s try that move we’ve been working on!” The tanned girl curved her fingers into a fist and gave a smirk. “Use that vine to your advantage! Get that club!” Mallow waved her arm, fingers extending, “Covet!” The regal Pokémon bounded towards Marowak. The goal in sight. She travelled her way down the weaving thick vines of her POWER WHIP, seeing the desired object of attention within the curved end of the vine. Marowak’s Thick Club. It wasn’t often seen as a held item in the most conventional of terms – but given he always held it in his paw it should work the same as you would expect if someone was to be holding say, a Berry.

Tsareena performed a front flip off the end of the vine, hands gripping onto the captured Thick Club while she went. She then landed atop the Marowak in a forceful kick, large hearts of pink exploded around the Marowak, a typical signature of COVET, all the while Tsareena gave a triumphant call of her name as she landed in front of Kiawe, her hands gripping onto the Thick Club. It no longer held the trademark flare of Marowak’s flame. “Tsareena.” The Pokémon looked towards her trainer, a proud demeanour as well as a hint of delight on her features as she bounced in place. Their first successful attempt at Covet! Mallow punched the air, mirroring her bouncing – “Well done, Tsara, I knew you could do it!” But it didn’t take Mallow long to gaze at the duo fire and ghost type as the vines exploded into small particles of green sparkling dust. “… but be on guard… you just took his favourite toy….”

Kiawe was absolutely dumbstruck by what transpired before his eyes. It was too much for him to even try and call out a counter as the Covet attack struck, and it took him a few moments to even comprehend that it could be applied in such a way. Marowak’s bone always seemed like such an inherent part of Marowak; like an extension of his body, in a way.

But here it was that Mallow and Tsareena executed an alternate application of the move in a way that screamed brilliance, the deft and graceful motions managing to lift Marowak’s bone from his own hands, and land behind him, between he and his trainer, just to boast the success of it all before both trainer and pokemon.

“You stole his bone!?” Kiawe was finally able to physically react, and it came in the form of a loud, disbelieving cry.

Marowak, was naturally, even more emotionally rattled than his trainer. The bone, to him, was part of his identity, and losing it was the greatest sign of his weakness that one could inflict upon him. It was almost like a dark aura flared up as the incensed ghost-fire type slowly drew around to see his grass type opponent, glaring at her through narrowed, furious eyes. He only broke that eye-contact to pitch his head up to the sky and screech in furious anguish before snapping his gaze back down towards Tsareena, huffing out such a breath from his nostrils, that the dust around his feet quaked upward.

“Marowak! Focus! We have to go about this calmly!” Kiawe reached out a hand, hoping to connect with his team member on some deeper level so they could turn this unforeseen twist around and get back into the battle with a chance to win it. However, Marowak’s eyes were keen and burning with a fire that put Kiawe’s own brightest to shame. He stepped forward, one angry stomp at a time, before he broke into a run that had his hardened, skull-like head bent forward, ready to ram the offender down so that he reclaimed his beloved weapon and icon. The run was bull-headed, hardly composed, and was accompanied by a loud below of Marowak’s own name, drawn out into a long battle-cry that sounded his advance. There was no doubt that Tsareena would easily see it coming.

“Marowak! This isn’t how we’re going to win this!” Kiawe cried out in dismay. The man was no stranger to what the throes of anger could do to a person’s senses, so he knew well how Marowak felt. However, he knew just as well it was hard, if not impossible to break one out of that angry trance once they entered it. Someone as competitive and prideful as Marowak was perhaps one of the worst cases for this, and Kiawe knew, deep down, that it would likely take more than words to snap him out of it.

Battle it Out → Kiawe/Mallow

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Drew wasn’t one to usually open up to those around him unless they had earned his respect. But in recent years, he had loosened the reins on superior-seeming demeanour and now appeared more approachable and friendly. His years as a coordinator had softened him in a way that had him more open in a sense.

His craft is extremely important to him. Even with his sabbatical, his hiatus, whatever it was being labelled as, he still chose to keep up with training and taking care of his pokémon. They are important to him, special to him, and it’s clearly reflective in the way he’s speaking to Kiawe about it all. His attitude sis calculative, as though not quite sure how to respond to Drew.

He watches as Absol is still at the Alolan native’s movements, red eyes staring. Him crouching down, the extended hand that suddenly retracts, leaves his pokémon tilting its head to the side slightly in confusion. Drew doesn’t say anything, however, and merely continues to listen. Absol seems slightly confused, if affronted about not being pet but chooses to simply watch the two trainers. 

Drew hadn’t meant to come across as impudent, though he had the unfortunate, occasional habit of being reckless with his words. His callous had Kiawe wary, a very understandable reaction. Though, it halted him from being more open than he could be. While he was normally very confident, it sank the further he grew into adolescence. 

His partner barks in agreement when Kiawe speaks of it being a “great addition to any diet”, the coordinator smiling softly. “We agree.” he says.

“It’s almost an art, the way you speak of it. Takes the same amount of care as coordinating and taking care of pokémon does undoubtedly.” he muses thoughtfully. “They would. I also wouldn’t put performing past them - it’s a pastime for most, and to get the opportunity to show off our pokémon s a chance we tend to go for. Though, without moves being too flashy and the costumes. Yet again…”

Kiawe felt a bit off balance now. The man had continued this conversation, almost ready for a fight. But the tone had turned far more civil than he expected, and now he was trying to find the right middle ground that would allow him to feel respectful, but put the energy into the conversation that had built up in anticipation of a battle of sorts. It wasn’t so much that the man was looking for a fight, far from it. But he was the kind that never dared back down from one. And with Drew coming across as so disarmingly genuine and kind-natured after the initial start of the conversation, he knew that contention was no longer an option. It was hard to cap the volcano after it had been priming to blow. It was about as hard to do with Mt. Wela as it was with Kiawe himself.

He can’t stop the smile that spreads across his lips again as not only the trainer, but the pokemon themselves, affirmed the benefit the milk had to the diet of pokemon far and wide. He was probably all the gladder to have the approval of Absol themselves rather than just the trainer. After all, the pokemon were the ones to dine on the fruits of his and his family’s hard labour. The pokemon should be the ones to voice their opinions after all.

“I would say it’s more… hard, back-bending labour than art, but I think I get the sentiment you’re pushing forward…” Kiawe acknowledged, nodding with a small, curt smile that brooked his appreciation, though the man can’t help but voice his own opinion on how he views his family’s craft, “…but it’s rewarding and the appreciation of it definitely makes it feel like you’re getting applauded in a way. And it does take time and patience and practice too. Experimenting with the right blends, working with each batch just a bit differently because no two are ever quite the same, but you want the same quality of milk at the end regardless.”

The man turned over the countless times he’s had to test batches after heaving them across his farm, especially if they would be further blended into ice cream or yogurt. It was certainly something that demanded his attention and a practiced eye and nose; not to mention taste buds when the case called for it.

“Then again, it seems you know a little something about putting work into what you love, right?” Kiawe was perceptive enough to know that he was the type to put his all into his coordinating, even if he didn’t fully understand the concept of contests themselves. The dedication was what impressed him, and the way this young man spoke of it was all too familiar. He’d seen those who spoke of how they trained their pokemon for the Island Trials, and eventually conquer them, talk in the same way. More to the point, it was how Kiawe felt about anything he put his mind and body to as well.

Drink Up!

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gottamuseemall‌:

It wasn’t the first time that Chili had been so dressed up in front of Korrina, but damn, if he didn’t look good! She was almost stuck staring at him for a few minutes that she had forgotten about the fact that she was supposed to be self-conscious about the fact that she was wearing a god damned dress! She looked down at the red fabric adorning her body and felt her cheeks heat up. You would think, given everything that Chili and Korrina had done moments earlier, that she wouldn’t be embarrassed seeing her in a dress. He had literally just seen her naked. But, yet, here she was embarrassed and wanting to prove to him that she could be seen as sexy and not just wear her tomboyish clothing. She hadn’t told him - but she had even put on some really nice lingerie. Something else that she had also never ever wore before. And, to top it all off. It was red. His colour. Much like the dress.

She knew that he knew that they would be in for a treat tonight. But, for now, the hungered woman was excited because some nice food that was highly recommended by such a highly sought-after chef like her own boyfriend. The dress that she wore was quite low-cut, showing off her reddened bust from the intense moment that they had just shared together. Pinched in at the waist, and curved down her near non-existent hips, with a slit down one of the sides to show a glimpse of leg. It was cut off just above her knees, she wore a pinned Rumble Badge, to show off her own pride for her own gym, and a pair of yellow and red flat shoes that matched the badge. She was co-ordinated, a nice sight, her hair which was normally up in a very high flowy ponytail was twisted and plaited into a braid. She felt nervous - hoping he’d like it - knowing she didn’t fill out dresses like some of the woman that she had seen around the world. Especially in Kalos - the region of love - and yet, here she was, doing it for Chili. That must mean that she was doing her best to show him that she could dress up nicely for him. She smiled as she moved her arm and wrapped it around Chili’s arm. “Ya look really nice,” she grinned as she studied him. The cuff links that he wore shimmered under the light of the Pokémon Centre above them. She began to walk towards the exit with him, hair swaying by her back as she glanced around, almost feeling odd without her skates. It would seem that Nurse Joy, who had already returned their Pokémon to them, was quite happy to see them go out and have some fun. (Especially as Korrina had made quite the entrance earlier!) 

Chili had to actively concentrate on not letting his jaw drop open when he finally saw Korrina step out of the room in her formalwear. She was, in a few words: ‘drop-dead gorgeous’. The man had just finished with her in the room only minutes earlier, but seeing her in this new, unconventional way – at least as far as her own fashion choices went – had his urges already renewing. He wasn’t sure what would’ve been sexier to him: Tearing the thing off and pinning her to the wall to have her again, or doing the same but leaving it on. Fact of the matter was, no matter what she wore, she was utterly beautiful to him, and could stoke his emotions and desires regardless. That had never been more evident than it was at that very moment.

And it certainly helped that it was red… his favourite colour and certainly the most eye-catching one to him.

His eyes drank in her form, right up from her feet, lacking her special hybrid-shoes/skates in favour of the more fancy replacements she chose, all the way up her legs to that skirt, that little split in the dress revealing that curtain-slit of leg that made him stop and stare right there before he continued upwards, loving how it trimmed to her form, however thin she was, until it rose to her bust. And the cheeky accent of her Rumble Badge Pin only showed off how proud she was of her gym and her status, something that only invigorated the man’s adoration for her. Her confidence was part of her inherent magnetism for him, no doubt.

He finally snapped out of his reverie when he’d settled on seeing how she’d done her hair just a bit more fancily into her ponytail, her short affirmation of his own choice in fashion that evening making his cheeks tint red as he felt his brain fling him out of its apparent fog and back into reality all-too-suddenly.

“Ah! Yeah! Thanks!” he almost stammered out the words as he still couldn’t quite get over how amazing she looked, forgetting that he too was dressed to the nines for their night out, “I mean, it’s the best I got actually! Might even outdo my brothers best now that I think on it!” That was a bold-faced lie, but he wouldn’t miss a chance to boost himself up a bit above his brothers, especially if it helped to bolster his confidence so he could feel high enough to be on Korrina’s level. After all, he needed to be able to actually hold a conversation with her if they were going to dinner, and if he felt like he was going to just gawk and wonder how he got this woman all night, he wouldn’t be able to charm her with his natural wit. Or at least, what passed for it with him.

“I mean…” he realized he’d paused for a moment while his mind was trying to process all this at once, and left his return compliment hanging inside his mouth where it’d remained yet unspoken to her. It was a mistake he hastily corrected, “You look… really fucking good… Kori… I mean… holy hell… twenty out of ten!”

He made a cheeky ok-symbol with his fingers on one hand as she laced her arm around his, turning his head for a moment to make cringed face at how he reacted. He wanted to be smooth as hell with her tonight, but he was being anything but. That dress had thrown him so far off course that he felt like what he had when he had been first training with her in Kalos. No idea of how she would even notice him with abilities and looks the way she had. Way out of the league of a guy like him.

And yet, he reminded himself, he had a dinner reservation with this amazing, gorgeous woman.

As they stepped out of the automated front doors of the pokemon center, feeling the warm, night air of Lavaridge Town washing over them as they strode down the street, Chili led her subtly down one of the quieter streets towards their reservation. Lavaridge was still bustling, but it was by no means a populous city. Even so, this street was far quieter than the rest. It wasn’t sketchy, nor was it in any way disconcerting, but rather, it was a peaceful street with shops, many of which were now closed, though only a few stayed open, most of which were restaurants. Yet they passed them all as they trod down nearly the entire length of the town until they came upon a small, humble establishment.

“This is it!” Chili spoke. He’d realized he’d been quiet most of the walk down, chancing glances at the gorgeous woman beside him, still half-way flustered in a way that made it hard for him to string together a coherent sentence, “It doesn’t look like much, I’ll tell you, but it’s the best Ramen and Noodle Shop in Hoenn. Not in any pamphlets or any brochures like that, but the locals swear by it!”

The neon sign above the shop’s entrance droned in a low frequency, alternating between blue and red as it was a two frame animation of a noodle bowl tipping back and forth with a pair chop sticks waving left and right.

Hoenn Bound → Chili/Korrina