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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.

for @dragontamer !

How long had they known each other?

Their gazes had locked first during the league challenge, gold on teal. Raihan had a bit of a goofy smile back then, and it matched Leon’s perfectly. While time had roughened up that childish hope that’d sparkled in their eyes, sharpened their smiles into smirks, their hearts and ambitions remained interwoven.

A lifetime, certainly. After all, the league challenge, all those years ago, was where it felt like his life had truly just begun. From the friendships he’d made, to everyone knowing him as Leon, just Leon, to him finally being able to explore the land without doctors’, specialists’ and family alike breathing down the back of his neck … And, of course, the victory.

A curse disguised as a blessing.

These thoughts floated about his head as they were tucked away in an exclusive, Hoennian restaurant, on the second level, where celebrities and those stacked with cash were veiled by guards stationed at the base of the stairs. Circhester was cold, the snow outside pitiful, more slush than solid—but, in here? The heater mutely roared, billowing warmth throughout the establishment. It was cosy, and the black-on-green colour palette was pleasant on the eyes, too.

Leon waited for a lapse in their conversation.

Indeed, as Raihan went on about his recent escapade, he waited. To tell something that he should’ve told him many, many years ago. Very few knew this fragment of knowledge, and Leon thought it was better late than never.

Especially with these feelings he’d been nursing.

Finally, there was a gentle, natural lull; silence drifted between them, where they focused on their food.

“Hey,”  he chuckled lightly, gingerly lowering his utensils,  “Raihan … mind if I tell you something? It’s got like. Nothing to do with what we’ve been talking about, like, at all.”  Leon laughed, and lifted either hand up, palms facing the other, as though to ward off unnecessary anxiety.  “Don’t worry, nothing bad, just … something I want you to know.”

#ic #unrival

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仲良さそう

#CUTE #idk my tags anymore yippie!!

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ind. sel. mutuals and 20+ only roleplay blog. LEON, a canon character from the PKMN universe, though headcanon heavy. a study in: the oscillation between being amazing and being dirt in the eyes of others, young fame and its consequences, the burden of incessant responsibility, burnout and trying to reconnect with your passions, not having the same life experiences and build-up as your peers and the feeling the need to catch up. like ( ♥ ) or reblog ( ↺ ) this post and i'll check you out!

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Over the river and through the woods

independent, selective, mutuals and 18+ only rp blog. features SCARLET, an oc based in the PKMN UNIVERSE. Penned by Echo (any pronouns, 25+, ESTA ). Mature themes will be present and tagged.

#promo #my other blog!!!

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Logs back in

All you thirsty Leon's:

#i say with love

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I've been high key OBSESSED with the game Hades, might make a rp blog for it tbh

#autoreply: out of office (ooc)

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One of the people that Raihan hates more than almost anyone ever is Cara Liss, the "fossil researcher" on route 6.

#never has he detested a human so much #ok maybe he has but shes up there #also hi im going to attempt to be more active here #taming trips (headcanons)

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Raihan with 99% of people

#musings

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#but first let me take a selfie (raihan) #now that is a tall glass of water (nessa) #she is so gorgeous

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unrival​:

That obnoxious, outlandish sensation of feeling invisible moved like sludge—sticky, persistent. It clung despite all efforts to shuck it clean off, even if he’d rather let nostalgic joy wash over him at the sight of a long-lost friend. He felt a bit gross, in all honesty; the heaviness of selfishness drawled down his spine and spurred him to straighten.

How long had it been since he’d seen Raihan? It’d been years, that much he knew. He knew that Raihan had accelerated to snatch that Johtonese crown in recent times, though with different time zones and an uncertainty if Raihan had clung to his old phone number or leapt onto something new and fresh and untainted (combined with just plain forgetfulness on Leon’s end), Leon hadn’t reached out to congratulate his old rival. Their conversations had petered sometime after Raihan left Galar, long distance not favouring two men driven like a couple of galloping scolipedes.

“Hey, Raihan, it’s—”

His voice was drowned by the bass of the tunes. No patron even spared him a glance, either—probably presuming him to be another fan, desperate for a touch, maybe even a honeyed word.

“Bloody hells,” he grumbled lowly. He sunk back in his seat, gaze drowning in his vivid pink cocktail. Sap-drooled eyes flashed then from side-to-side, trying to figure out some way to grab the other’s attention. People were fawning over him relentlessly; it’d be hard to procure his attention without barrelling his way through the swaying mass like a tauros.

Unless …

Leon set his cocktail down on the counter. He took his stance; firm and bold. He waited for a lull in the music overhead, then he took his chance.

“Let’s have a …”

He struck his pose, he let his teeth shine, eyes on Raihan and Raihan alone. It didn’t hold the same flair as it did when he wielded his cape and hat, but gods did he let his voice boom.

“Champion time!”

Laughter, smiles, hands that seek and yearn for just a simple touch. The atmosphere practically swallows up the new champion, integrating him into the scene whether he wanted to be or not.

Much like a Wooloo he's herded by the crowd, fans attempting to stay close to his person, and in such a way that they practically create their own perimeter around him, keeping out all the others. He feels a hand then slide smoothly up his arm, curling around a bicep with the clear intention of staying there, and maybe even keeping him there. The face connected to the hand is pretty enough for him to allow it, for now.

And then he hears it.

LETS HAVE A CHAMPION TIME!

Immediately he feels his mood plummet and face sour at the phrase, irritation cracking through his body like a whip. Surely it was a fan, and a well researched one at that. And yet, he still finds himself searching the crowd for the owner of the voice. With how he towers over the locals, he isn't hard to find.

Except, it's not a fan. It's really, really Leon.

He blinks in rapid succession, as though the person just meters away is a mirage, as if someone was playing a joke on him. As ridiculous as it is, he even gives another quick glance about the bar, as though expecting a camera crew to pop out and yell surprise.

But it doesn't happen, only Leon and that terrible pose, and even worse catch phrase.

If he wanted to steal the spotlight, it certainly works, fans peeling themselves off of him to then swarm the Galarian champion, Mr. Unbeatable himself.

On a dime, Raihan's mood shifts again, and with it comes a blinding grin, one that hasn't been shot to his Ex-Rival in ages. He feels almost like a daycare owner as he steps around all his fans that still swarm his ankles akin to toddlers.

"Well, well, well. Look what the Meowth dragged in." After ages, Raihan can say that this gay bar was likely the last place, and person he had anticipated running int. There’s surprise though, and even a lick of glee at the revelation of such a revered trainer. It’s been years since he’d faced Leon as a teen, and by Arceus he’s gotten better. He’d prove that much.

"If you're out here cheering that," he starts, pushing his way through throngs of fans until he lands at his feet, leaning against the bar much like he would to flirt, "you must be looking for a battle." Much like his favored typing, Raihan towers over the other champion, challenge lighting teal eyes. 

#thanks tumblr for posting and not saving as a draft #unrival #v: matching titles.

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When people are talking about heart shaped pokemon but you're an intellectual

#i love the fresh smell of drama in the morning (dash awareness) #ty for your time

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❥     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

add context   &   change gendered language to your needs .   happy roleplaying !!

“   great .  just  fucking  great .   ” “   any  ideas  on  how  to  get  us  out  of  this  mess ??   ” “   this  is  the  last  time  i  go  anywhere  with  you .   ” “   haven’t  you  done  enough  already ??   ” “   don’t  worry ,   i  have  a  plan .   ” “   well ,   that  didn’t  work .   any  plan  c ,   genius ??   ” “   you  know ,   i  genuinely  don’t  think  this  could  get  any  worse .   ” “   how  did  you  manage  to  do  everything   incorrectly ??   ” “   this  is  wrong .   all  of  this  is  wrong .   ” “   looks  like  we’re  stuck  here .   ” “   admit  it ;   you  have  no  idea  where  you’re  going ,   do  you ??   ” “   we’re  completely  lost .   ” “   of  all  the  people  in  the  world  i  could  end  up  stuck  with  …   ” “   well .   was   this   your  idea  of  a  fun  vacation ??   ” “   how  is  the  tank  almost  empty ??   i  thought  you  said  you  got  gas  before  we  left !!   ” “   there’s  a  gas  station   five  miles  /   eight   kilometers   from  here .   we’re  just  gonna  have  to  push  the  car  there .   ” “   the  good  news  is ,   i  found  someone  who  i  think  can  help  us .   the  bad  news  is ,   i  don’t  think  they  speak   [ language ] .   ” “   thank  god ,   it’s  about  time  you  showed  up  to  help !!   ” “   could  you  run  any  fucking  slower ?!   ” “   i  can’t  get  any  signal  out  here .   ” “   someone  stole  my  fucking  wallet .   ” “   we  are  below  rock  bottom  right  now .   we’re ,  like ,  in  hell .   ” “   are  you  really  just  going  to  leave  me  here ??   ” “   okay ,   you  being  dramatic  is  not  going  to  help  us  find  a  way  to  fix  this .   ” “   are  you  bleeding ??   ” “   i’ll  try  to  find  us  somewhere  to  spend  the  night .   ” “   i  don’t  know  what  to  do !!   i’m  not  a  doctor !!   ” “   of  course  this  happens  to  me .  i  can’t  even  be  surprised .   ” “   i  can’t  walk  …  you’re  gonna  have  to  carry  me .   ” “   things  could  always  be  worse .   at  least  you  don’t  have  flesh - eating  bacteria ,   right ??   ” “   don’t  panic ,   but  i’m  pretty  sure  we’re  being  followed .   ” “   maybe  some  music  will  help  you  calm  down .   ” “   my  glasses  are  broken  …   ” “   i  didn’t  have  enough  rocks  to  write  out   ‘ help ’   so  i  just  spelled  out  ‘ hell ’ .   ” “   maybe  we  can  play  a  game  to  pass  the  time  until  someone  notices  we’re  missing .   ” “   okay ,   i  swear  this  is  not  what  it  looks  like .   ” “   there’s  a  killer  storm  going  on  outside ,   so   unless  you  want  to  disappear  under  mysterious  circumstances ,   i  suggest  you  get  comfortable .   ” “   how  long  was  i  out ??   ” “   well ,   at  least  i’m  trapped  here  with  you .   ”

#memes #these are so good lol

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I've been watching a bit of British tv and stumbled upon a show called TaskMaster and good lord do I think that Raihan on it would be hysterical.

(Fyi it's on YouTube for free.)

Essentially they take 6 comedians and have them each bring in an item. For example they may say: bring your most impressive item. These items then become the winning prizes. They then make them do ridiculous tasks such as: paint a horse while riding a horse.

At the end, the winner takes all of the impressive items home with them, whether they want the stuff or not.

#i just think he would be so funny on it #autoreply: out of office (ooc)

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“ did you want to be alone? ”

Inquiries

"Yes— no." He heaves a sigh then, fingertips dipping beneath cloth to rub at his forehead. With his free hand he pushes around the plate of spaghetti, surely from Leon's own mum if the smell was anything to go by.

It smells great, and yet it twists his stomach into knots, nausea crawling up his throat.

"I don't know," he eventually sighs out, plate scraping against the table as he pushes it away. The fingers fall from his face then, and heavily he leans back in the kitchen chair. Concern is etched into the Chairmans face, eyebrows drawn downwards as well as his mouth set into a deep frown.

Teal eyes tear away from sappy eyes, avoiding questions that lie unsaid in them.

"Just not feeling myself is all. Y'know how it is." And he did, this was a yearly occurrence after all, ever since he was a teen. This time of year was rough for him, luckily for him the gym challenge is slow for him, only a handful make it to him in the first place.

"How's your mum? And brother?" It's an attempt to keep the conversation off himself, off how terrible he looks and feels. He can't remember the last time he'd eaten, or slept. Surely Leon could tell the moment he'd stepped into his home.

#ic #unrival

[dragontamer]

What is your true role in the story?

the rising underdog.

why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses.

oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outaged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused.

oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod.

you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing.

you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

#hopping on the bandwagon (dash games)

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What pokemon type are you?

You represent the DRAGON type!

69.23% Match

The Dragon type is all about adventure. The most primal guiding force you possess, your craving to explore and conquer would land you at the hand of any historic king. Remember to act on this heroic instinct, and not cloister yourself inside it.

Like a dragon, you are extremely protective of what you own. Whether it be your physical possessions or mental acuity, you are extremely prideful of your "treasure". Remember to curb your ego occasionally, Dragon-type: everyone has a unique gift of their own. It is this protective, prideful nature that leads you to have somewhat of a short fuse.

This anger, improperly channeled, can lead to disaster. Remember to allow your independent nature to guide you towards the path of a champion, as the heroes of old did.

#hopping on the bandwagon (dash games) #i am not surprised lol

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

❛ all the sudden i got a random burst of energy, and i think it’s my body’s last hurrah before it completely shut down. ❜ ❛ i’m not superstitious… but i am a little stitious. ❜ ❛ when someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying ‘haven’t decided yet’ is typically a good response. ❜ ❛ not trying to brag or anything, but i can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so… ❜ ❛ i came out here to attack people and i’m honestly having such a good time right now. ❜ ❛ fool me once, i’m gonna kill you. ❜ ❛ i feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on. ❛ died and came back as a cowboy, i call that reintarnation. ❜ ❛ you can’t wake up if you never got to sleep. ❜ ❛ you can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'are we about to kiss?’ ❜ ❛ you seem familiar, have i threatened you before? ❜ ❛ some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make. ❜ ❛ if i can’t cause tiny bits of chaos every day, i think my body will shut down. ❜ ❛ theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids. ❜ ❛ i am very small and i have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under. ❜ ❛ maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. but i hope not, because i can’t spend friendship on new clothes. ❜ ❛ okay stop asking me if i’m straight, gay, bi, whatever. i identify as a fucking threat. ❜ ❛ i’m usually that person who has no idea what’s going on. ❜ ❛ what doesn’t kill me should run, because now i’m fucking pissed. ❜ ❛ my life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like. ❜ ❛ i’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal’ like, you don’t know that. neither do i. i have never died even once. nothing has been proven yet. stop making assumptions. ❜ ❛ if you can’t beat them, dress better than them. ❜ ❛ 'person of interest’ is almost too flattering. ❜ ❛ drink your school, stay in drugs, and get 8 hours of drugs. ❜ ❛ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll. ❜ ❛ you’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens but i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ my expectations were low but holy fuck. ❜ ❛ well, well, well… if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that i fucked up bad. ❜ ❛ dear friend, your gift this year… is me. that’s right, another year of friendship. your membership has been renewed. ❜ ❛ i’ve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck. ❜ ❛ i have met some of the most insufferable people. but they also met me. ❜ ❛ new year, same me. because i’m perfect. ❜ ❛ just because i’m too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn’t mean you shouldn’t watch out for your kneecaps. ❜ ❛ forgive me father, for i have sinny-sin-sinned. ❜ ❛ so apparently the 'bad vibes’ i’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress. ❜ ❛ with great power comes great need to take a nap. wake me up later. ❜ ❛ behold, the field in which i grow my fucks! lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren! ❜ ❛ sometimes i’ll start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way. ❜ ❛ i was born for politics. i have great hair and i love lying. ❜ ❛ schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s ❛ both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. ❜

#memes