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LOL imagine being in the middle of editing a theme + graphics and then your friend sends "i'm here" and then you remember you were going out

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imagine working on a theme lmfao

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“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

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" that was precisely my reaction! i could hardly believe my ears when another coordinator recalled the scene to me, i'm sure you could imagine the way how i had to fight to keep down a laugh. " the scoff that passes and raises one end of his mouth into a smile is anything but genuinely annoyed, no - such a scene had been nothing short of hilarious both in the moment and now in hindsight. the purest form of entertainment, all wrapped up in the creatures they share the world with.

" i mean, salt water? in coffee? cynthia, he did it on purpose, i'm telling you. " smile quickly grows into something erring on the side of a grin, a barely-held back laugh that was very much so evident in his voice. " thank rayquaza that friendly coordinator told me about his water gun first, else i would have looked like a bumbling fool in front of a competitor. you should have heard her accusation towards me! "

ah, a lovely thing how much a trainer's pokemon are influenced by their own decisions and feelings - william deciding to 'spike' another coordinator's coffee with his own misflavored water had been entirely a thing that wallace himself would have done / ordered.

and has done. ( steven would know a thing or two about that. those were the days. )

of course, back in the days when he wasn't as responsible and sportsmanlike.

and in the truest form of reality, this had certainly been one of the main things that wallace had been looking forward to the most with the trip back into the sinnoh region ; cynthia had a way about her that he was able to connect with more than the champions of other regions. two of the longest reigning powerhouses finding commonplace and eventually sowing a years-long acquaintanceship into friendship ... he was very much so excited and grateful for her company, and the high spirits that followed.

like no time had ever passed, like distance had simply just been the press of a pause button.

here, they could both shed the weights of the public personas they had to uphold and here, within a private and homier space, true unwinding / comedy could occur. wallace takes a sip from his glass, an exquisite champagne, as the conversation shifts for her to speak. both eyebrows raise, however, a glint appearing in turquoise eyes that could be properly described as thrilled.

" you could tell them you'd be diving with one of the best in hoenn. i would certainly love to show you the mysteries our seas hide - those caverns and the sealife really are quite breathtaking, dear. it'd be fun! "

@avacynthia. con't.

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These sentence starters are meant for all interested in the @starlitsnowfallgala. Feel free to use them as ask prompts or open starters.

"Whoa, the ceiling now looks like a starry night sky!"

"Do you think they're using a projector to create the starry night effect?"

“Ok, I think I’m getting cold feet…”

"Oh, cute! Look at those pokémon dancing!"

"I had no idea you could dance!"

“If I asked __ to dance, do you think they’d say yes?”

“I warn you, I’m a terrible dancer.”

"I don't need to dance, I'm content just listening to the music."

"No matter what you say, you won't change my mind."

"Ow, I think I twisted my ankle..."

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurt."

"Don't get used to it, I'm only dancing now because it's a special occasion."

“This is a gala! What do you mean, you don’t dance??”

“Is it too late to admit that I have no idea what I’m doing?”

"Just think, we're dancing atop a stage where pokémon contests take place! Isn't that cool?"

"Let's all go dance together!"

“I could dance with you all night.”

“Ouch… that was my foot.”

“Care to dance?”

“Look, I’ll show you how to dance. Just follow my lead.”

“Can I cut in?”

"Can you teach me how to dance? Even the most basic steps would be fine. I just don't want to be a wallflower all night."

“I wanna ask __ to dance so badly but I don’t know how.”

“They keep looking this way. Do you think they wanna dance with you?”

“Oh, I love this song.”

“I really hate dancing, so don’t even think about asking!”

“I, umm… I didn’t expect for us to end up this close.”

“Do you think they’ll take song requests?”

“May I have this dance?”

“Shit, was that your foot? I'm so sorry!”

“Your face is flushed. Do you wanna go outside for some fresh air?”

"Do you think it's too cold to step outside for a bit? I really need some fresh air."

“Wow, you’re really good at this.”

“You look a little dizzy. Maybe we should take a break.”

“Yes, I’m being a wallflower. No, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Hey, this is totally my jam!”

“You’re so good, you even make ME look like I know what I’m doing!”

“Nah, bro, I’m not dancing… I’m literally just vibing in my corner over here.”

“You just need to loosen up a little. Who cares what others think?”

“You dance beautifully.”

“I knew you could dance, but damn…”

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he awaits her response - and what follows is exactly what he'd predicted, a half-smile somewhat terse in nature pulls the right side of his face taut. taking his attention off of the teal-orange sun soaked waves, he's finally met with the beauty he'd just spoken of. wallace saw it, clear as day, whether his sight had been gifted special or not. a soul so completely devoted, a burning illumination that has been, and will continue to be, a beacon for all those closest to her.

he does not interject, no matter how much he felt the gut reaction to do so with her doubtful words - especially when they were in regard to herself and her capabilities. but, he trusts that takehiko would wade through those waters and come out on the other side more than alright. not just in one piece, but a shining light, a leader.

besides ... this called for celebration, not pensive hesitancy.

she defeated him, rightfully so. she had claimed his badge and taken that step into becoming a lorekeeper that her people could take pride in, and would follow out of respect for her proven skill and leadership.

william shifts in the water, earning a glance at shining / somewhat reflective scales before leader parses that he also did not agree with their friend's self-sentiment. the milotic gives a noise of his own in response to being dropped in the ocean, a sidelong glance twinged with a bit of mirth in his eyes.

a challenge, almost. i will. we both will, tender pokemon almost willed to say into her mind.

wallace's smile relaxes into something more content, humming a tenuto note of approval.

" stars are indeed beautiful. tell me, do you think of yourself like that of a star, a cosmic force of nature? something to be chased after, or perhaps marveled at from afar? "

@valkyrrhic. con't.

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Mr. Sootopolis himself

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ok so origin's got a blood pact going on, nothing to see here

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TWO WALLACES I CRAFTED WITH MY OWN HAND

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Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

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listen i'm sorry but my wallace is not wearing that oras outfit 24/7.. that's a gym battle girlie. if he's just out and about, it's usually a styled outfit or his main outfit from rse. if he's in a contest, he's wearing his contest outfit(s) (god he has so many.).

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truth be told, wallace had sent the message and promptly let it exit his mind, just as pocketed device gave way for distractions of the outside world once again. if it wasn't his gym trainers, it was the pokemon - and if it wasn't the pokemon, it was some other matter that needed tending to. he'd been getting ready for another round of contests lately, spreading the word about his gym of the incoming close whilst maintaining the promotions of his travels overseas.

needless to say, trying to find some sort of respite in between the preparations was hard to come by.

as one of his coordinators-in-training came up to him, wallace immediately gave a nod and a small wave. " i already know, love. snap a picture of vaporeon in this outfit, " reaches for the hanger rack that lined one of the walls in the room, pointing to a rather frilly light seaform dress, " and then add it to the main page. " she immediately gives a little curtsy and walks off after retrieving the hanger, examining the outfit he'd chosen with a bright gasp.

wallace's lips twitch into a fond smile, and he wonders briefly if lisia is well.

the vibrations against the topmost part of his thigh is enough to garner attention once more.

[ sms ] You absolutely do not, darling. [ sms ] Have I told you the benefits to attending these events? They really are quite extensive.

his smile from before, that which had faded to relaxation, reappaears in a smaller manner as it just barely reaches up to crease his eyes. he's well aware of efforts likely being ignored, and it wasn't much of a bother ; this almost feels similar to the times he's ended up dragging steven out of region to a contest run ( or multiple ).

[ sms ] I'll be attending this year, which is precisely what prompted me to inquire. [ sms ] I really do implore you to go! Atleast I will be a familiar face in a boring crowd.

it's still highly, highly unlikely that grusha will accept him, but wallace was not one to simply give up. and on the other hand, there was goal that had been set that had remained for nearly seven years now.

maybe he had been a mentor to one too many people, and that was an amusing thought. it seemed to pervade every other part of his life.

he wonders for a slightly longer time if takehiko is well.

[ sms ] What if I supplied the outfits?

wallace pauses. taps a single finger on the surface of his nav.

[ sms ] And took care of the media?

@gruusha. con't.

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headache liveblog: ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.... ow.

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going out for a late night swim with the local lanturn population!! 

i’ve been having a lot of fun with long haired wallace lately…. maybe too much fun…………..

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wallace's ability : precognition.

ever since he was a child, wallace has had moments where he’s spent completely engrossed inside of his head. he would be in the middle of studying, playing, or interacting with mentors / teachers, laughing. and then he’ll complain about ‘ear pain,’ and how much it hurt behind his eyes before he’s drifting off. staring into space for indiscriminate amounts of time. these times and intensities vary, but on average the near catatonic moments last from seconds to a minute.

he'd been a kid who'd have to, sometimes, spend hours in bed because of how bad the headaches would hit him.

and at first, he'd usually have nothing to say if asked or confronted about the unusual behavior. if reprimanded and told to speak up or to be honest above all else, wallace would usually just shrug a shoulder and say that he must've been daydreaming. and as he got a little older, and faced with similar promptings, he'd properly report on the feeling of 'seeing fantastical things.' he did even dub these things to be an something like invisible friends, although that had been promptly deemed 'childlike' and 'unbecoming of a societal protector,' and squashed.

one of the longest catatonic episodes he's had was when he was a younger child, around the age of four. wallace envisioned a young boy with white hair accompanied by an odd blue metallic thing, that had been caught in the middle of a stampede of camerupt. he had come back in to his mind screaming, and in all the words that failed him at his age, wallace couldn't convey what he'd seen and why. but he knew that someone was going to, or had gotten, really, really hurt.

that stayed with him for a while. even if he focused intently on his languages / studies / abode by all the traditions and rules he'd been coming to learn and live, there was always the white-haired boy in the back of his mind. the pain and horror that he felt before wakefulness had sprung upon wallace.

he had run into that very same boy with the white hair the next year when they were five, the time that he and his father had come to visit sootopolis in search of some rumored quality of the water they possessed. wallace had taken one look at him and proclaimed that they were friends now, fully on the notion about how he'd seen him with the camerupt.

it was a day for both boys.

and it had been around the ages of eight to ten that wallace had finally started to realize what he sees isn't just happenstance. the full concept of it was still foreign to him, but there were levels of comfort in knowing these things weren't completely fake. and at some point, he did turn to rayquaza's likeness on statues that lined remote lorekeeper halls, wondered if he'd been blessed somehow. if there was a grander part to the life cut out and laid before him that he didn't see just yet.

he'd been a child looking for reasoning to something only he was dealing with, in the face of the deities he's grown up worshiping, knowing. training to protect.

wallace had come to realize very quickly that he didn't regard his visions to be anything less than burdensome, and lonely.

his precognition comes in both states of being ( sleeping / wakefulness ), though dreams that he wakes up from and retains information tend to be a little more on the uncommon side. he's able to recall everything he sees when these visions come to him while awake ( especially with the conscious effort to keep a notepad as he got older ). and ... it just so happens that a major trigger of his ability, is touch.

it’s an instantaneous response : wallace lays a single hand on someone or an object, and he’s able to see a glimpse into the future, a snapshot into a seemingly random point in that person / object's existence. right as it feels like it cuts through his mind.

as a result, when he was a child and even into adolescence, wallace would often don white silk gloves. it was a barrier, a way for him to still be able to interact with the world and people without unwantingly triggering his a vision ( and usually subsequently, headache ). he wanted so badly to connect with people, his peers, as it had been the only respite from the diligent studies he’d been brought up in, and it had been a manner in which to fulfill that need.

as he'd gotten older into adulthood, the gloves had fallen away as he'd learned to live with his precognition and what it entailed. but as a result, he's gotten a lot smarter with where, and who, he chooses to lay a touch on.

wallace developed a habit of writing in a dream journal every morning. and it's been that way since he was a teenager ; he keeps a small notepad on his person at all times, even if it's hidden away in an unseen pocket or even his hat occasionally. if he's able to catch the onset in time or deliberately touch to trigger, he'll begin trying to draw as his mind is taken somewhere else. sometimes not even drawing, but rather scribbled notes on the most prominent things he sees.

this doesn't usually 'work' per se, he is no prophet ; but it helps in keeping track of what he's seen.

wallace cannot use this ability on himself. he never gets visions of his own life or his own successes and failures, but rather had to live with seeing / knowing everything about everyone around him. this did contribute to many insecurities when he was young, it led to quite many a breakdown.

imagine being forced to see all around you all of the time, whilst having the biggest ambitions of your own life and your own achievements, but never knowing for sure where you would end up. burdened with the lives of others around him while never having consolation for his own.

he learned to live with it.

wallace usually sees in specific events. they don’t usually last long, snapshots or seconds of time in a scene / event. it’s mostly focused on a central person or setting, the edges blurred and fading out of sight. a slight tunnel vision.

steven was the one person that he’d see in absolute clarity. and he’d been able to predict a lot of what would happen in steven’s life — except for the calamity, and the battle as a whole. except for how steven would end up giving out and dying in the middle of the field, leaving wallace to stare helplessly when the realization sunk that this was the one thing he did not foresee.

and the reason why he didn’t? the time dilation / divergence. it'd been a long time afterwards until wallace had finally had that realization, some months or years. but even the logic did not help him crawl out of the guilt and resurgence of insecurities that one failure on his part had led to. it could never shake the way how steven feels so different now, is so different, somewhere between among them and yet not. the one thing he'd been able to rely on to a detriment, to cursing his damned 'blessing,' and it'd failed him when he needed it the most.

when steven had died and been brought back, ever since then wallace has never been able to see him the way he used to. he's now always against a background of shattered glass, even if the environment is even somewhat visible around him through the individual shards — and steven himself is muddied and intangible. dripping like watercolor paint.

he still struggles with the difference, but it's gotten easier to stomach most days. still, he clings to steven whenever he lets him.

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Suzanne Rivecca, Ugly Bitter and True