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denryuus‌:

          her eyes are bright as they meet iggy’s, but her attention is drawn away almost immediately once she’s entered. she grins as she looks down, making sure the hat stays diligently ‘pon her head with one hand while she leans down, gleefully patting escalus on his head. 

“ hey, buddy! good to see you again! ” she’s always just as thrilled to see iggy’s pokémon as she is to see him, unfazed as the ghost clings to her leg. around her neck, her own sizzlipede wriggling his little arms in greeting. she looks up again as iggy speaks, a small amount of laughter shaking her frame in response to his offer. there’s an unmistakable pink hue to her cheeks, too, though she silently scolds herself for feeling flustered over a harmless comment! she squares her shoulders.

“ you think? should i get a leather jacket too? ” she tips her head to feign deep thought ; it’s never a look she’d actually attempt to pull off, but the thought is funny regardless! but she shakes her head after, striding across the room but careful she doesn’t toss her new leg accessory. it’s easier than walking through a crowd of busy mareep, that’s for sure! she’s glad he’s smiling, even if he looks a little tired!

“ nah, it’s definitely your look. ” she says confidently. once she’s close, lillian stands on her tip-toes, really having to reach, arms extending to put iggy’s hat back where it belongs. just when did he get so tall ?? she takes a few steps back once the job is done, looking up at him and nodding.

“ yeah, looks better on you! ” lillian insists, hands on her hips. “ have you eaten properly today? i should have brought you some coffee, or something, but i wanted to get here quickly… ” she’s still smiling, but there’s a hint of concern in her eyes. she hopes he hasn’t been overworking, or anything! or lacking sleep! 

     ❝ leather jacket ? ❞      he briefly glances down at his own clothing, iggy’s mouth twitching as he contemplates her words. a leather jacket ? no, no. leather never suited him. and it was such a pain to keep from tearing back when he was just a lad. not worth it.       ❝ hm. naw. might be a li’l too intimidating for you to wear. people see you and think ‘ sweet little girl ‘, not ‘ scary ‘ or anything relating to that. ❞       the sableye clambers up her leg nimbly, quickly, efficiently-- clearly he’s done this several times, now. he hangs off her back like a young koala would its mother, the dual-type pokemon comfortable as he hangs on her.      ❝ had a feeling you’d say that. thanks. like i said, could always give you an autographed one. ❞ not that lillian needs one. she has the real thing.

     ❝ huh ? have i eaten ?      heesh, you’re startin’ to sound like my ma now.      i’ve had my coffee. though it didn’t stop me from trying to nap.❞      a hand comes up to run through the hair that isn’t covered by his hat, iggy’s expression a bit guilty.      ❝ but i could go for something to eat, if you’re hinting you could go for a bite right now. there’s a diner nearby, they got good grub. ❞ 

#denryuus #wanna be the very best. ( ic )

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frostyfrosten‌:

League meetings.

While Nicholas understood it was a necessary part of his job, he never enjoyed them. He liked being on the ground, working with the people and helping them out. This kind of meeting, talking about the budget or whatever was not catching his attention. Sure, he was somewhat listening, not like the Champion, fast asleep next to him, but his mind was elsewhere, thinking of how much more productive he could be.

When the meeting took a quick break, he heard the Champion shift around, and then begin to speak. Nick turned to Iggy when he heard him start talking

“No, it’s the same old boring stuff.” Nick said, rolling his eyes.

“The most interesting thing was a drier than usual season in the Jasmine Desert. Can’t be any drier than this meeting is. Why do they even make us come to these things anyway?”

“But yeah, we’re taking a break right now.” Nick paused for a moment before leaning back in his chair and stretching out. “Honestly, I wish I could just skip these things. What I wouldn’t give to not be here right now.”

     ❝ hmm.      dunno why cora insists on havin’ these things.      pretty sure half the people who show up don’t pay attention.      like, look at that guy. ❞      iggy nods his head now, jerking it in the direction of another individual who sits a few seats away, their phone in their lap whilst they try and subtly send a quick text.

     ❝ bet they’ve been doin’ that near the whole time, eh ?      but a drier season ? who gives a hoot. fire-types are probably lovin’ it. granted it might mean anyone travelin’ could run outta water. suffer heat stroke. somethin’ like that. ❞      a break. perfect time to reach into his coat pocket and pull out the red tauros he’d snuck in with him. if it wasn’t coffee, it was those atrocious energy drinks. iggy picks his poison well. the can is popped open and he takes a long pull off it, shaking his head afterwards.      ❝ you’re tellin’ me. rather be in my nice, warm bed.      or just... relaxing. probably gonna be someone who’s all pissy that the league was closed today. bet we’ll get a few complaint letters, huh ?      anyways, what would YOU rather be doin’ ?      skiing ? ice fishin’, what about hittin’ them pucks around with sticks ?❞ 

#frostyfrosten #frostyfrosten // 01. #wanna be the very best. ( ic ) #EE ERRK #beep beep we out here again

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     looking at potpan right now like.      hmmm. interesting.

#wanna be the very best. ( ic ) #jelly donuts. those are rice balls. ( shitpost )

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@wranglepoison.

     traveling easily fit onto the very long list of things that iggy was both neither good at or enjoyed.       traveling was tiresome. it required him to leave the comfort of his home or the pokemon league ( which was secluded from everything and anyone ). it forced him to interact with people who deemed themselves as his ‘ ultimate fan ‘ or something like that. eugh. strangers were already hard enough to talk with, so people who came up to him seemingly knowing more about the man than he did... it got to be quite jarring.      syenite port was a place iggy tried to avoid like the plague. but with it being the only major port in asta with boats upon boats to take one to esha ? difficult to stay away from at times.      he’s doing his best to keep his head down, the usual coat ditched to avoid drawing attention, though of COURSE iggy has his trademark hat on. not a wise idea, especially with all the people around him. sure, sure, it was easy to hide amongst a crowd and blend in... but his appearance was distinctive. he was tall, broad-shouldered, paired with his ( horrid ) fashion sense and mysterious personality ? a recipe to be a magnet, really.      though it seems luck is on the champion’s side today.       someone else with a trademark hat is going about their business. a cowboy hat.      iggy’s seen that before, at those boring-ass meetings. a gym leader, was that right ?      name. what was their name. an ‘ i ‘ name, similar to his. ian ? no. idris ? also no. shit. shit, shit, shit, shit--      ❝ ike. ❞ iggy’s voice carries over the hustle and bustle of the port’s volume.       ❝ long time no see. ❞

#wranglepoison #wanna be the very best. ( ic ) #wranglepoison // 01.

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@frostyfrosten.

     league meetings.      iggy never was really one to enjoy the things, that is, if he even bothered to show up in the first place.      today seems to be a rarity though, as the champion himself sits towards a corner of the room and listens to the others ( gym leaders, elite four and then others affiliated with running the league ) drone on and on. it’s really... rather boring ?      it likely doesn’t help that his coffee wasn’t doing much to help him with staying awake. ah. shit. it’s gone cold, actually ? for arceus sake, how long had he been sitting here ?       it hits him then.      iggy had fallen asleep.      his pose says it all-- body slumped low into his chair, arms lightly crossed over his chest, legs a bit spread. the prime positioning for catching some z’s.      out of the corner of the champ’s eyes, he spots ... oh, what was this guy’s name again ? nick, yeah nick.      ❝ oi.      am i missing anythin’ ?      or did i miss anythin’ important ?      everyone must’ve gone on break since people are just sittin’ around. ❞

#frostyfrosten #wanna be the very best. ( ic ) #frostyfrosten // 01. #sorry for taking so long! life has not been kind to me orz

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coranathema‌:

“Like it or not, Ignatius, you are a role model to thousands of children across the Agron region.” Cora’s voice carried a disturbingly even tone as she spoke, arms folded across her chest. Astra, her strongest team member, stood attentively at her side, its rose-colored eyes firmly staring at the cigar in the Champion’s mouth. 

“I don’t care what you do in the privacy of your own room. Shockingly, I have more important things to do than constantly call out your behavior.” She straightens her back and looks him in the eye as she continues. “Do you seriously think your smoking has no effect on them? They look up to you, of course they’re going to copy all of your bad habits.” 

Astra chirped supportively and looked up towards Iggy’s Sableye, tilting her head in the same direction as it. Cora, in the meantime, continued her rant without any sign of stopping. 

“This isn’t something harmless. This is you putting a death stick in your mouth and indirectly encouraging those who idolize you to do the same.”

     ❝ oooo. usin’ my whole name. how scary.      listen. jus’ cause i’m the champion doesn’t mean kids HAVE to look up to me, cora. ❞      flippantly, he lifts a hand as if to wave her away, the literal-cancer stick being pulled from his lips so that he could exhale out away from her... only to quickly be stuck back between his teeth, almost. an inhale follows, his shoulders slumping as he does.      ❝ then why’re you constantly callin’ me out then ?      like i said, you ain’t my ma. i picked this habit up awhile ago. ❞ ahem. team evolution. ahem. ❝ kids could be watchin’ them hardcore rock groups, they’ll pick it up that way. ‘sides, how was i supposed to know there were brats watching ? i don’t got eyes in the back of my head. ❞

     escalus chitters quietly, his sharpened teeth grinding and bumping together as he vocalizes. personally, the headliner of iggy’s team didn’t care for the habit either, the scent and money his trainer spent... not good. but of course, he supported his trainer regardless. fingers are dug into iggy’s hat now, his comfortable position achieved.      ❝ for fuck’s sake      want me to wear a damn shirt that says ‘ don’t smoke ‘ on it, cora ?      will that make you happy ? ❞

#coranathema #wanna be the very best. ( ic ) #// smoking mention #me writing this purposefully so iggy dies (not clickbait)

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denryuus‌:

the moment she had discovered iggy left his beloved hat at home, she knew what she had to do. she’s grateful she’s an early riser, otherwise, she might not have made it soon enough! thankfully, the path through the icelandite mountains has become easier the more she’s traversed it. between the marked pathways, her familiarity, and the helpful ride pokémon, she was able to arrive at the league around mid-day. her sizzlipede rests happily around her neck, enjoying a little nap ─ the warmth he provided while she trekked the mountain path was more than any scarf would have given her. 

she’s come to visit him before, but it still feels odd to announce that she’s here to simply visit, rather than challenge him. by now, the staff know her enough to not question it, but she swears there’s a strange glint in their eyes whenever they buzz her through. before she heads in, she grins with an idea. lillian places his hat on her own head as she makes her way down familiar halls, feeling thrilled for an excuse to visit her friend.

she practically skips through the door, smiling widely as she enters and waves.

❝ iggy! hello! ❞ she crosses the familiar room to get in closer. it’s strange, to say the least, seeing him without his signature hat. but that’s what she’s here to fix! she notes his disgruntled appearance and feels a slight pang of worry. did he sleep enough last night . . ? if he’s not feeling well, maybe that’s why he forgot …

❝ i ─ uh ─ went by your place to see if i could catch you before breakfast. but i was too late! but i think you forgot something, soo … ❞ she rocks on her heels a bit, grinning and looking up from under the hat, ❝ i came up here to bring it to you! good thing you weren’t in a match! ❞

     must’ve been a newcomer to announce lillian’s arrival, seeing as the individual was a bit awkward and made a big deal out of it. which made sense, usually when people arrive to the elite four’s quarters, they’re there to challenge them and then finally challenge him, should all of the elites be defeated.      nobody ever just came to visit. but they’d made an exception for her, given that she didn’t have all the badges and simply just wanted to see him or deliver things. iggy wasn’t a very busy man in the first place, as the elites generally halted any would-be challengers. since his time becoming champion, he’d only had a battle or two ? two, yes. both had been broadcasted to live television since it was such a big deal. seems he was just as popular as the other champions were in their own respective regions.      the idea is a bit unsettling, but he physically shrugs it off and settles comfortably within his ‘ throne ‘. the champion’s chair.      as the door opens, his sableye’s head jolts upwards, gem-like eyes peering in the direction of the figure as they step within. escalus’ head tilts next before he finally relaxes and hops down from his trainer’s shoulder, the little gremlin-esque creature rapidly running over to lillian before he attaches himself to her leg. how embarrassing.      ❝ that’s an interesting look for you. the hat, i mean.      you know, if you like it enough, you can have my other one.      or i can get you one of the replica ones and sign it. ❞ 

     despite his disgruntled appearance, there’s a smile on the man’s face.

#denryuus #wanna be the very best. ( ic )

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Jotaro’s outfits in PART 4

#ar muse #1/2 #better than all the rest. ( muse )

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     iggy, talking back to cora and giving her shit be like...      I Have A Death Wish.

#ar ooc #i'm sorry im lauhing so fuckgn much #ar dash commentary

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@coranathema.

     iggy’s teeth grind together as the woman before him continues on with her lecture, the cigarette firmly clamped between his lips before he allows another exhale of the drag he’d taken. the scent of cig smoke fills the air, the action meant to be antagonizing in a way.

     ❝ for arceus’ sake, quit yer bitchin’ and let it go already. so what if some brats saw me smoking ?      ain’t that what school is for ? to teach ‘em not to do shit like this ? ❞      oof. add in the swearing, too ? iggy, you’re really... asking for it, my guy.      his sableye clutches at his leg before it digs its claws into its trainer’s pants, hauling its small form up and up and up until finally, the creature reaches his shoulder and sits there with a chirp. those gem-like eyes stare cora down curiously, head following in a tilting motion.      ❝ makin’ a damn mountain outta a drilbur hole. can’t believe you roused me outta my afternoon nap for THIS. a damn lecture. you ain’t my ma or nothin’. ❞      no, cora certainly was not. misses montague was definitely a lot more threatening ( and infinitely more frightening ) than the fairy-specialist was.

#coranathema #get his Ass. #wanna be the very best. ( ic )

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@denryuus​.

     the sound of static cuts through the silence of the champion’s chamber, the intercom above where iggy stands sparking to life. the person on the other end sounds a bit nervous though that wasn’t anything new, they always sounded that way.      ‘ --- mister champion, sir ? there’s-- there’s a visitor here to see you, but she’s not a challenger ! she insists that she has to see you though... ‘

     iggy’s fingers run along his jawline, fingertips picking up on the stubble that’s already raised itself forth from his skin. dammit. and here he’d been hoping that today would be a nice, easy day. one with no challengers or visitors. nothing. just his luck though, that he’d have to deal with someone when really, his chair was calling to him, begging to be napped upon.      ❝ name ? ❞      again the loudspeaker crackles before a familiar name is murmured in reply, the champion nearly dropping the pokeball he held within his hand. oh fuck. god damn it. why here, why now ? he was in no state to see her, and she certainly didn’t deserve to see him in such a sorry way either.      ❝ i see. send her in. ❞

#denryuus #wanna be the very best. ( ic ) #yeyeyeyeyeyeye

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     me after finishing iggy’s team page and editing it.      ANYWAYS... ( record scratch ) my name’s eren and you’re probably wondering how the fu--      jk, jk. i’ll spare the details.      anyways! here’s a starter call, capping at THREE.      i’d like to get these going, as i’ll be out and without a pc from monday till partially thursday !

#ar ooc #poke gay mon. ( ooc )

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tried out a pink pencil lead for my one and only 

#ar muse #1/2 #better than all the rest. ( muse )

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It’s been about four weeks since we left.

#ar muse #1/2 #better than all the rest. ( muse )

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jojolog12 by sorato

※Permission to upload this was given by the artist

#ar muse #1/2 #better than all the rest. ( muse ) #// food

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Thursday again

#better than all the rest. ( muse ) #poke gay mon. ( ooc )