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Volcán Irazú, Costa Rica

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Kiawe was so focused on his training, the new arrival didn’t even rouse his attention. His battle stance was firm and turned away slightly from the Lycanroc’s position. Marowak however—engrossed as he too was in their routine—had a keener sense of perception than his trainer.

He spun on his heel and, without the slightest hesitation, brandished his bone club. The pokémon was extremely competitive and no less trigger-happy, so it was no surprise that his initial reaction wasn’t particularly welcoming. It did, however, cause Kiawe to rouse from his deep state of concentration.

“What is it, Marowak?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Though native to the island, he’d rarely seen a fully evolved Lycanroc out and about without a trainer—especially a Midnight form. “Oh! Hey there.” Kiawe’s automatic reaction was a defensive one: hands up, palms exposed, he tried to make himself look as nonthreatening as possible to the wild pokémon.

{ She sees smoke in the distance, and where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and with this dry weather, something will surely burn down, so swiftly, Ly ran towards the gray clouds, expecting to see destruction, but what she found was a young man, accompanied by a strange Pokémon with a skull on its face. It’s pointless to say that she froze, ironically. What will happen now? Will he command the Marowak to attack her? Is he actually friendly? }

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Xavier just nodded at first, not being able to speak without stuttering, and he chuckled almost giddily. “Oh yeah, it’s very obvious. Dork..” He smiled, shying away again.

“God, look at us.. we’re both at a loss for words, h-huh?” He grinned, looking to Kiawe. “Aw.. goodness, you’re so cute when you’re all flushed like that..” He chuckled. “I guess something good came out of this..” He looked to the floor, still blushing bright red with a smile.

“Hey, mind who you’re calling a dork, dork.” Kiawe’s response didn’t sound like a retort in the slightest. His voice was soft, cautious.

All the throwing back and forth of retorts—however lame they might end up being—was ultimately pretty easy. Like all conversation, it basically boiled down to a pokémon battle of sorts, and that was something Kiawe could handle. What he’d set his mind on now, however, posed a whole different set of difficulties with which he was completely unfamiliar. “Yeah, I guess...”

Looking far more grimly determined than the situation warranted, he took a step towards Xavier. The blonde was still casting his eyes to the floor, but Kiawe knew that if he hesitated a second longer, he’d just Torchic out altogether, so he placed a single index finger under Xavier’s chin to tilt his face upwards. He needed to see the other man’s expression to make sure he was reading this right.

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Some Kiawes and a random Litten 😸🔥

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“Kiawe…” He repeats the name as if to savour it on his tongue, and he smiles afterwards with a light joking tone. “I wasn’t expecting everyone to have some beautiful names here… and I thought my name was unique.”

The offered hand is regarded, though reaching out to shake it was hesitant. He had met some locals who weren’t too keen on that method of greeting, so to be offered it was pleasant but unexpected. Regardless, he feels it to be rude to not introduce himself back, and so he speaks with a calm lull.

“Lysandre. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kiawe.”

Though Lysandre is too invested in greeting and keeping a friendly facade, Trailblaze keeps itself tucked close to its trainer’s side, watching Kiawe and following each glance. It wasn’t sure what to make of them quite yet; they didn’t seem to be a threat still, but they certainly knew to be wary. Just what the Pyroar would want, really.

“Oh, goodness yes, the trials… I remember reading up a little on those. I believe I’m a little too far out of the target demographic these days unfortunately… though I’m up for a friendly spar if you ever wish to~” It reminds him of how he still held a badge case, empty save for a few badges that he didn’t necessarily count as truly earned. And though it hurts, it wouldn’t be right to bring that up now.

“I was rather curious in a certain species, actually…” A hand raises to his mouth as if in thought, his free arm folding over his chest. “Do you have knowledge on Salandits?”

Kiawe blinked a few times in rapid succession, thrown by his new acquaintance’s comment. He’d never given his name much thought beyond the fact that it was some sort of family name—his great-grandfather, perhaps? ‘Lysandre’ on the other hand was almost uncanny in how well it suited the man. Kiawe inclined his head and smiled.

“The pleasure’s all mine. Hey, if you do ever want to battle, you know where to find me!” He threw his arms wide to gesture at their volcanic surroundings expansively. In all truth, there was probably no better place for a battle. Just the idea of battling Lysandre—and to no lesser degree his imposing Pyroar—had Kiawe all fired up. However he could understand that not every trainer was psyched for battle after such a taxing ascent, especially if their reason for climbing Mount Wela was a different one entirely.

His eyes lit up when Lysandre mentioned his interest in the volcano’s native species. Kiawe had studied the area and its pokémon extensively even before taking on the trial captain’s mantle, so he was more than eager to elaborate on any questions the visitor might have.

“Sure! They’re pretty common up above the ridge. I can show you, if you like. Mostly they like to hide in the dried up grass or scuttle around gathering supplies for a Salazzle they’re trying to impress...” He trailed off before fixing Lysandre with an inquisitive gaze. Unconsciously, Kiawe’s hand lingered a hair’s breadth from a certain pokéball at his waist. “Are you planning on catching one?”

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alolan marowak stimboard for @consumethedirt

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i think, in strange words, i’m learning how to exist. i put my hand in the fire and i didn’t melt. i turned red-hot and glowing but i didn’t melt.

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Strombolian eruption

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“Well, it is Masked wrestling, that’s part of the appeal. The mystery behind the mask and the persona that a wrestler puts on stage are a big draw to the sport you know. It’s just like acting, people are there for the characters after all, well, except for Crasher Wake maybe.” The diety wasn’t really sure if Wake was putting on a character or not. Was his real name actually Crasher Wake? Wait, no this wasn’t important now, the important thing is that Kiwae was liking this idea.

“Right then now all you need is some sort of costume. Maybe some pants and mask that makes you look more like a Volcano! Hmm, I wonder if we can make something like that.”

“Just like acting, huh?” Kiawe sounded as though he was still mulling it over, unsure if this was a good idea or not. In truth, he was already fully sold; he trusted the island guardian would never lead him astray, even in his more ‘outlandish’ ideas.

At last he allowed his enthusiasm to surface. “Alright! I can do that! Me and Turtonator are up to the task!” He proclaimed, taking on his typical battle stance without even thinking about it. As for a mask...

“Hmm, maybe something to do with Wela Volcano. Made from the stone, maybe?” Kiawe scratched his chin, thinking of volcanic earth, and how it brought forth rich harvests and lush habitats for people and pokémon. Maybe he could kick ass and simultaneously stand for something less destructive, have it both ways.

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Syphoria waited carefully, never letting her eyes leave Salazzle while making herself appear smaller, non-threatening. It seemed to help with seeing the Pokemon making herself look taller and soon, she took the offered food, waiting till she grabbed it before she relaxed. That worked far better than she had hoped for.

“You’d be surprised on what I’ve learned with my job and travels. Sometimes making yourself look non-hostile can work wonders. That, and body language is key as well.” She let out a sigh of relief and now could relax a bit, passing over some food for him to dig in as well.

Least now, she was relieved that Salazzle wouldn’t give her any trouble, for the moment.

“Plenty.” She nodded, glancing over at Pixie,” Even Pixie sometimes can be a handful, given that fox Pokemon are tricksters by nature. And unfortunately, she’s been teaching Prince some of her old tricks too.” She spoke of her Alolan Vulpix who, she didn’t bring with her today. He wouldn’t like climbing up the volcano as much as Pixie. “I’m just glad that Salazzle sees I won’t harm her.”

“That makes sense...” Kiawe nodded, remembering the crouched, almost meek stance the blonde had taken on moments prior, “I’ll try and remember that. I don’t let Salazzle out around people that often, but maybe taking some hints from you I’ll be able to change that.”

He shot a glance over at the pokémon in question, who was busy hoarding a little pile of food and hissing at any other pokémon that dared draw close. “...given some time, ha.”

Unsurprisingly, every available piece of food Syph had brought turned out to be more delicious than the last. Kiawe tucked in heartily as he listened, truly at ease now. “I almost can’t imagine that,” he admitted, “She always comes across to well-behaved. Although I guess it’s the cute ones you have to watch out for... if Mimo’s taught me anything.”

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AH A SUPER QUICK THING!

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Sing your song out loud, speak your words. You deserve your place in the light, and there are others like you listening and hoping for guidance until they have strength of their own.

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Kiawe Family - Pokemon Sun and Moon - Ep 11

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🔥 MUSE AESTHETICS.

tagged by: @spookbadge tagging: anyone who wants to!

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your knee socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

chandeliers. the clink of a teacup. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble. sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

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moonkxssed:

Oh Arceus, did…did she just nearly take a Talonflame to the face?! What a story THAT would have made for headlines.

Yes, she was no stranger to generous servings of misfortune (most of it attributed to a naturalklutziness) each day, however she was EXTREMELY glad that she wouldn’t have to add “Pokemon colliding with face” to her list of experiences.

Heart rate finally returning to a healthy pace, a brief laughter escaped the brunette at along with a shake of her head; Kiawe’s description of his Pokemon hit a little too close to home, so Selene couldn’t fault her at all.  Besides, her face was still intact.  “Don’t worry about that, I’m still put together!” Proven with the way she gave a mirthful grin to the trial Captain. “Ah, she was so fast though, I’m really impressed!” One would think she completely forgot about the circumstances with the way that her cheeriness returned to her tone.

Just for a moment, she’d allowed her gaze to trail off in the direction that the speedy bird Pokemon went off in before turning back to him.

…oh, right!

The reason why she was here! “Heh, can’t say I signed up for an Ariel Aced face, as fun as that sounds, buuuuuuut~” A dramatic pause. “ I had something I wanted show you!” Lifting up on her tip toes in excitement for a moment, she made the whimsical declaration. “One of my teammates that fought alongside me at the league is from Wela Volcano Park. And I’d like you to meet her, if you have a second!”

If he had been relieved at her narrow escape, Kiawe looked even more relieved once he heard that characteristic laughter of hers. He too chuckled, then grinned when he spotted Talonflame circle above them, the volcanic breeze ruffling her feathers.

“As long as you’re alright...” he muttered, turning his attention back to Selene, “She’s a fast one. I’m trying to capitalise on her strengths as best I can, but it’s impossible for the rest of my team to keep up.”

Once again, Kiawe chuckled, but fell silent instantly upon the other’s dramatic pause. He could appreciate a fellow trainer’s delight in the dramatic and clasped his hands together, looking rapt.

“Oh?” Blinking at Selene’s declaration, he cast his mind back, trying to remember her team composition. He knew she’d had some ringers—some pretty rare finds among them, if he recalled correctly—but he wasn’t sure he remembered any native species. A more recent acquisition, then? Kiawe wondered what it could possibly be.

“A fire type, I’m guessing? I got plenty of time—I’m actually done for the day as far as trials go, so I’d love to see who you’ve brought along!”

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charizard napping mid-fight yet still managing to fly is a Big Mood somehow

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The road is dark but we will light it up. We’ll light it up so bright they’ll follow in our wake and sing songs in our honour.