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Leon, the undefeated Champion of Galar, is terrible with directions.

Based on this.

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my fairy son bede (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

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“Pokemon battles… they’re not acts. You’re suppose to be true to yourself and your Pokemon, not putting on any pretenses! This stadium isn’t a stage, it’s a place where we fight!”

Name: Rinka Gender: Female Age: 16 Place of Birth: Wyndon Current Residence: Postwick

Team: AIJIN♂ - (shiny) inteleon DOURI♂ - dusknoir MIKITO♂ - galvantula HAKURYUU♂ - kommo-o SUZUYA♂ - arcanine IKUMI♂ - sylveon

Bonus: ▪ Rinka has a habit of buying random gifts for those she cares about; if she sees something in a store that reminds her of someone, she’s likely to impulse buy it. Hop has a bunch of trinkets lined-up in his room that she bought for him over the years, and it’s said that Leon has received an item or two in the mail when they were younger. ▪ Had an idolatry crush on Leon, even though she didn’t see him that often. This transpired when she was around 9 or 10 and barely has any recollection of it.

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might fool around and post rinka.... my galar oc.......

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face reveal 😳😳 protect the beedes

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uh., my hand slipped WHoOPS

so,,,.,, pkmn sword/shield sure is a thing,,,, and . YEAh i love the new pokemon/characters,,. especially. One Character In Particular,,,., (whispers) idk if u could tell but it’s bede teehee (〃ω〃)

some times ya just gotta give yr floofy tsundere cloud boyfrem a Hug!

update (7 dec 2019): wowie!!! 100+ notes!!! <3333 this is the highest amounts of notes i’ve gotten on a drawing like,, ever!!! thank u so much!!

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bede gets jealous when you wear other uniform types, but won’t 100% admit you look best in fairy. will still make you change so that’s a pretty good hint......

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I keep forgetting to post on tumblr but hey I love one blonde boy in SWSH and you all must know

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i was going to write bede kisses before disappearing for the week but i am physically incapable of writing drabbles w/o some backstory to them so..

Bede Will Not Get His Kiss

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i like the thought of gloria & hop being buried together in slumbering weald once they pass on, where everything began for them

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○ i’d rather feel your teeth in me than nothing at all

〔bede x fem!reader || so close to finishing the gym challenge.〕

Standing before the antiquated castle walls of Hammerlocke, your chest clamored with anticipation and delight. You only needed to conquer Raihan to participate in the Champion’s Cup; and while you knew that wouldn’t be easy, you were thrilled to tackle your final challenge.

“If you keep standing around like that, you’ll be the last participant,” a familiar and disembodied voice called out to you, galvanizing you into gyrating on your heel and scrutinizing Bede. “Shouldn’t you be hurrying along?”

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i’m doing the reqs in my inbox, sorry for the inactivity here!

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〈frantic boar antics〉

+ kind of random inosuke thoughts w/ [name] as a more anxious, selfless girl!

Despite the fact that you're nervous easily, you always comfort those around you—taking care of them and cheering them up when they’re sad or in a poor mood.

Because of this, Inosuke is often on the receiving end of your efforts... mostly to calm him down, though. And he should be annoyed by this, but more times than not, he isn’t.

“I-Inosuke-kun, don’t worry! You missed that time, but now you can put more power into your next shot!” Your encouraging words help a lot.

You praise him a lot as well, sincerely thinking his strengths and ferocity are admirable. He even tries to give you tips on how to be more like him, but you can’t mimic his behaviour or fortitude at all.

... And that’s fine too, he thinks. He likes you just the way you are! You’re cute to look at, even when you’re stammering over your words, and you give him a fluffy feeling that allows more strength to surge through him.

Inosuke doesn’t understand why you cover your eyes when he removes his boar head, though? You say things like, “I-It’s embarrassing when you take it off!" But he doesn’t get it.

He doesn’t get that he’s beautiful and shirtless right now. At least you had some protection when he wears the mask!

Tanjirou can somehow intuit your bashfulness, though; and once Zenitsu finds out how you feel... well, he tries to impress you more anyway.

And Inosuke goes feral in harmony with a burning sensation in his chest, not understanding at the time that it’s called ‘jealousy’. He just went off the rails for seemingly no reason.

All you do in response is seize his hands, glaciating him in his spot. “Inosuke-kun, please don’t be mad at Zenitsu-kun. I like going to the farm more than anything!”

What was... that even suppose to mean...? (Zenitsu words.)

There are times when Inosuke comforts you, too. When you find out your missing sister had been dead all along, he offers fatuous yet consoling words. “You think it’s stupid to have of had hope? What the hell have you been telling us all this time, then?! You know best that it’s not stupid, so don’t be stupid.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling at that time...! “I won’t be stupid anymore, Inosuke-kun!” You sobbed that out, thinking that perhaps hearing him genuinely comforting you made you more relaxed than anything.

Inosuke promises to return shortly with some water and food from the old hag, but not before pressing the snout of his boar mask on top of your head. And when he does, he feeds you (or so he called it, it was mostly him shamelessly shoving food into your mouth so you could get your strength back).

Nothing could replace your sister, but nothing could replace the hope Inosuke gave you either. You needed to look forward, too!

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Reblog if you would give Giyuu valentine’s day chocolate

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douma: kyaaa, don't look~! you: are you not the one purposefully stripping in front of ME

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idk if requests are /officially/ open, but could i request sanemi blurb w some fluff. i love this babe so much istg-

they’re definitely open, thanks so much for the req!! i went hard on this one but that’s only because sanemi loves you so much…

As the Star Pillar, there’s no dismissing your strength—or the imposing presence you give off. Affable and charming, you’re adored by your peers (but perhaps the lower rankings more so).

But everyone easily agrees that Sanemi is attached to you the most. Even if he doesn’t always outwardly display his affections, it’s lucid he’s fond of you; especially when he shares portions of ohagi with a neutral expression or chases after you when you’re injured to confirm for himself that you’re alright.

Yet Sanemi never could pinpoint whether these ‘secret’ feelings he harbored were reciprocated or not, but a twinge of hope flourished in his chest when you asked, “Sanemi-san, if you’re willing… would you like to accompany me to a festival in my hometown? I already got permission from Oyakata-sama for my absence, as well as yours!”

Sanemi could clearly see the wishful hues swimming in your eyes, and he only truly accepted after reaffirming his prefecture was well taken care of and that you’d both be alerted immediately of trouble. When Sanemi told you he’d be coming along, he swore he never seen your face lit up as much as then.

It was thrilling to visit your roots; also exulting as you didn’t ask anyone but him to take part with you.

On the way there, Sanemi questioned you about your hometown and the traditions of the festival. Of course he was only met with aloof remarks about ‘waiting until you got there’.

When you arrived, your family ecstatically welcomed you, proclaiming they were worried you weren’t going to make it!

“Oh, is this Shinazugawa-sama? We’ve heard so much about you in her letters!” your mother gushed, giving him a bow. “We’re [first name]’s parents.“

“Letters?” Sanemi iterates, turning his head towards you for clarification.

Your complexion flushes and you’re visibly flustered, having assumed he’d have of skipped over that tidbit of information. “N-Never mind that! Where’s my sister?”

And that’s also how he learned you had a little sister, around Genya’s age, too. You had kept that aspect similarly hidden, but for differing reasons.

Your hometown was lavished with history of night-related worship; believing in the primordial god of darkness—which, at first glance, seemed out-of-place.

“After my childhood friend died, I realized that I wanted to take the night back from demons. Nighttime is my origin, my family’s; I don’t want anyone wrongfully stealing that anymore,” you explained softly, scrutinizing how Sanemi soaked in your words. “But I didn’t bring you along to only talk about that. I’m also this town’s priestess, so I wanted you to see me in action… a different way than normally.”

Traditionally, your town held a festival that started at sunset and climaxed at midnight. The activities continued until sunrise, but the main event of a dance began at exactly midnight. Usually, the priestess would be the one to dance… but you wanted to give that gift to your little sister who loved dancing. Rather, you’d participate in the musical aspect on the flute.

Sanemi couldn’t disprove the appreciation he felt at your sacrifice of customs (which were, clearly, important to you) for your younger sister.

“Come, Sanemi-san, I’ll show you to my home. We’ve prepared an outfit befitting the festivities for you.” And Sanemi went along, gazing at the ornate decorations beginning to adorn your quaint town until he reached your abode.

After he got changed, Sanemi simply waited for you to be finished as well. And, well, when you ambled out… he was immediately enraptured. Bewitching was surely an understatement, with how your hair was done-up and how the equally resplendent kimono tautly fitted your form.

With a pensive note in his voice, Sanemi praised you, “You look beautiful, [last name].”

“Oh my, should you be saying that about a priestess?” you teased lightly, before adding on, “Thank you, Sanemi-san. I don’t want to be treated like one by you, really.”

Your vague words left room for interpretation, but before Sanemi could press further, your parents came inside to beckon you both out onto the streets to enjoy the festival.

As you left your home, the skeins of sunset illuminated every crevice in gorgeous color; evoking a nostalgic and captivating feeling.

When you twined your arm around Sanemi’s, he almost froze. He wasn’t expecting you, someone who just joked about their status in the town, to unabashedly link arms. He wasn’t complaining, mind you.

You blithely guided him around, the gentle and pale lights from lanterns growing more and more prominent as time passed.

The two of you often got questionable remarks on marriage, the folks who watched you grow up surprised at your authority with a man, and whenever you found yourself overheating from it all, you’d suddenly suggest a trip to gather shaved ice.

“Again? Are you sure you’re not getting a fever?” Sanemi naively (or so you thought) asked, although he was somehow still willing to eat his third helping of strawberry-flavored ice.

Delicately situating yourself on a bench, while patting the seat beside you, you helplessly shovelled a spoonful into your mouth. Your one inelegant habit was your pleasure for anything sweet, and you could become greedy with it.

But that was also something Sanemi found endearing. If there’s anything he made note of tonight, it was that you were comfortable with him—you didn’t feel judged, hence why you were able to shamelessly eat.

“Is a priestess suppose to get married before a certain age?” He nonchalantly brought the topic up, having grown weary of the incessant comments from everyone.

You shook your head. “Not necessarily. The title is more relaxed than that since I’m mostly in-charge of looking after the well-being of dreams, I suppose. Repelling bad energy so that everyone can achieve what they want… or sleep peacefully during the day. It’s truly a system that originates purely from my ancestors.”

“What about you? Who helps you with your dreams?” Sanemi’s question almost sounded silly, but it wasn’t. He knew you alone were in charge of that… yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were also subtly hinting at him.

There was a short moment of silence, before you pursed your lips together and shyly said, “You?”

“Answering a question with a question is unbecoming of a priestess,” Sanemi smoothly declared, his heartrate bursting. “And that’s why everyone’s bugging you? Because you want to marry me?”

“E-Eh? Where did you get marriage from what I said, may I ask?!” you stammered out, flummox and embarrassment melding together within your chest.

“I originally asked about marriage, dummy.” Sanemi tricked you, didn’t he?

Bringing a hand to your cheek, praying the frigidity of holding a cold cup would cling to your fingertips and alleviate the warmth, you confessed, “I have talked about you in my letters back home, but never did I mention marrying you.”

You thought you weren’t being obvious, but you were. In how your overall posture exuded yearning and bashfulness, it was pretty clear to him that you didn’t view him as only a fellow Pillar. That’s what his instincts were telling him, and he wasn’t wrong more times than right.

“Would you marry me?”

The question made your heart palpitate, the white-hot sensation following your leaping heart suffused through you so quickly it almost made your head spin. “In a hypothetical situation where you would have me, I would,” you admitted as boldly as you could.

Sanemi made you so comfortable that the grace embedded so deeply in you felt fleeting.

With red dotting the outlines of his cheeks, Sanemi brought his hand forward and placed it over your own. “I’ll help you with all your dreams than. None of this hypothetical bullshit, I will.”

Incapable of suppressing your smile, you coyly locked your fingers between his; adoring the scars and callouses rubbing against your skin in the process. “It’s a promise. If you break it, I’ll use my priestess powers to curse you!”

“Oh, shut up! You said it yourself you didn’t want to be treated that way by me,” Sanemi retorted, his lips kissing the corner of your mouth. The hot breaths emitted from his parted lips fanned across your lips shortly, but he pulled away—still as serious as he was before. “But I’ll accept any curse. As long as you don’t leave my side.”