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{ after nearly a year of inactivity and trying to come back from hiatus, i’ve come to a somewhat sad conclusion! it’s that indie social media rp is not a feasible format for me anymore.

between my job, artistic aspirations and living life to the fullest now that i’ve escaped the environment that kept me from doing everything i really wanted with my time, it just isn’t happening. each time things get hectic and i have to put stuff on hold here, which is quite frequent, many who formerly expressed interest understandably lose it, making it more and more difficult to recover each time life carries me away. constant delays are not something i want to put myself or potential partners through! that’s not respectful of my own time or theirs. and this isn’t even to mention all of the uncomfortable ideology floating through public rp scenes of late. so from here on out, my focus will be exclusively reserved for private writing with folks i’ve already been developing plots with for over a decade now and closed groups such as servers, forums, etc!

these blogs will not be deleted! they’ll remain in tact and i may even pop my head in from time to time! i also intend to keep running my RESOURCE HUB. but consider this an announcement of permanent inactivity unless otherwise stated.

thanks for everything! please take care out there! }

bold = tl;dr

#✦; walking in the 90s { general ooc }

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gamenu·:

           Nicole wants to believe the best. That Unova can recover. And so far it has been, it’s just draining all the time to have to remember the sheer cold. How the teachings of Lacunosa have been running more rampant than ever through her thoughts and how she can’t even leave her house after dark without having an anxiety fit. Her Pokemon keep her calm, they work hard to ensure she’s safe and relaxed if they have to traverse through the night.

           Red seemed like he would understand. A well versed traveler…who probably had fears and anxieties different from hers, but they were there nonetheless. His Pokemon probably helped him a lot as well.

           The gentle hand on her shoulder drew her attention and she looked back over to him. Ah yes, he typed out a message for her. Taking a small moment and reading over it, she could see Red was trying to make her feel better. Trying to encourage her. Very gently, she patted the hand on her shoulder in return.

          “I’ is indeed. My team worked hard ta ensure safety…I worked hard…an’ I know Red has been workin’ hard too. I’s why we ge’ ta enjoy these halcyon days. I ge’ ta enjoy these lovely days an’ sunse’s in Kanto.”

    Skin to skin contact is far different from that of partially gloved to clothed skin, the wanderer notes, just as he always does when any blue moon instance of it starts him. He can’t say he minds, though. The surprise is a pleasant one, the zephyr-like brush of their fingers testament to comfort they’ve found within this friendship that harbors no pretenses.

    Out of appreciation for the moment, Red pays mind to little else apart from simpler sensations. A faint tickle of grass about his ankles. The largely distant cry of what would sound to be a spearow. They do, however, have time sensitive plans—or perhaps it would be more truthful to say that he has a plan, the details of which have yet to be divulged in full.

Speaking of which... We’d better get moving. Don’t want to miss the main event.

    With the thoroughly emptied ramune bottle tucked away for recycling at a later time, Red bids this hilltop he’s gravitated to time and time again fond goodbye, doing Nicole the courtesy of extending one relatively clean hand before he goes about dusting off his pants.

Can any of your pokémon fly? If not, would you be comfortable riding with Charizard and myself?

#✦; some say our dreams are a distant road down which our hearts would like to go. { UNTOLDverse } #gamenu #{ hi mei mei! ty for mount farming with me the other day! #have a red. } #drink cw

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    — constellated by ASH (21+, he/him)

#✦; self promo #{ wahoo! } #tbd

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{ you wouldn’t happen to have room in your heart for another cat boy, would you? if so, hi! my name is ASH (21+, he/him) and i’m back from hiatus with a brand spanking new blog featuring an ORIGINAL WARRIOR OF LIGHT from FFXIV!  if you’re even vaguely interested in interacting or just wanna help a guy find his land legs in a new community, i’d be endlessly appreciative of a boost! }

#✦; self promo #{ getting this lad set up and then i'll be around! } #tbd

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juwul·:

❛ I suppose I do. ❜   She chuckled as she smiled.   ❛ Honestly the photography hobby simply happened one day when I was getting photos of my work to put online and just happened to take a picture of some Pokémon as well. ❜   It was a joy that came to her with it, and one she is happy to share.

❛ Oh! I hadn’t been to Kanto in a long time. I wonder what’s changed there. ❜   Though Plum’s thought process soon changed on the mention of geodes. Her eyes clearly lighting up with excitement as it showed clearly with her signing as well as she spoke.   ❛ I’d really like to see them if you let me! Geodes are so interesting cause you never know what to expect like kinder eggs! Though not edible. ❜   She chuckled on the last part thinking on it.

    Listening to Plum’s story, Red can’t help but adopt an expression as fond as theirs. A moment is allotted for the warm memory to breathe before he signs in kind.

    Pokémon really do bring out the best in us, don’t they? Dreams we never knew we had included.

    His new acquaintance would seem to be full of surprises. Many of those he divulges his home region to give off the air of having at least heard of Kanto—and Red himself, for that matter. Precious few, however, have visited. If the former champion had to wager a guess as to why, it would be that it doesn’t seem as attractive of a tourist destination when compared to its neighbors.

    Any sadness that may have spawned from that thought is graciously chased away by the avidity in Plum’s eyes.

    I’d be happy to. And whatever we find inside is yours, if you’re so inclined. Will you be available this time of day tomorrow?

#✦; and we are far from home but we're so happy. { SUMOverse } #juwul #{ hi hi hi! }

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characters getting injured: 👌👌👌👌

characters getting injured and then hIDING IT SO NO ONE WORRIES ABOUT THEM: 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👀👀👀👀👀👀😫😫

#✦; maps { wishlist }

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dont go missing without telling me, idiot

#✦; living legend { visage } #✦; complimentary { green } #✦; flame { charizard } #✦; spark { pikachu } #{ auuuuUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH. }

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{ hiiiiiiii. :) }

#✦; walking in the 90s { general ooc } #{ how the hell does one return to rp after what was functionally a two month break. } #tbd

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"I'm glad you're okay" but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and I lose my mind every time.

#✦; the adventure continues { character inspiration } #✦; maps { wishlist }

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#✦; the adventure continues { character inspiration } #✦; catch em all { pokémon } #✦; origin { mew } #drink cw

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twinleafroyalty·:

A twenty win streak. Much of the difficulty of his facility came from the monotony of it. Twenty battles in a row ; you battle, you heal, you battle. It’s a test of a trainer’s skills as much as it’s a test of a trainer’s endurance. Do they have the drive to keep going? Do their Pokémon have the strength to keep throwing themselves in harm’s way, over and over again? Minutes of rest aren’t enough to shrug off exhaustion. No healing method was perfect. No potion is an instant cure for a bruised limb, sprained ankle, fractured bone.

A twenty win streak was an uncommon occurrence, especially so far late into the season. Sinnoh was a cold region as is - and being nestled into the far northern tip of the region, where ocean breeze blew in winds that kept a constant chill - trainers don’t tend to come this late into the year. Those who did, generally didn’t want to stay long - certainly not long enough to fully familiarize themselves with the facility.

A TWENTY WIN STREAK was not an impossible feat, however.

“A twenty win streak?” Palmer looked up from the paperwork on his desk to his staff member, with a look of confusion on his face. A twenty win streak? This late in the season, no less? “Twenty?” His bewildered employee nodded - and Palmer scrambled up from his desk in a panic, pulling off his reading glasses and setting them on top of his papers. As quickly as the words had come out of his subordinate’s mouth, Palmer was gone. Down the hall, down the stairs, out of sight.

A twenty win streak, he thought to himself, coming to a halt outside the staff entry to the 21st-floor arena. Busy hands patted down his pockets to make sure that his team was with him, and he peered out from the shadowed backroom, adjusting the collar of his coat.

“A twenty win streak!” With a smile wide on his face, Palmer took confident steps out into the bright lights of the arena, stepping towards his side of the field. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the harsh light, but once they did, they fell onto his opponent in red. “That’s not a common feat in the slightest, you know - especially for someone as young as you.” Most of those who got this far in the tower were veteran trainers near Palmer’s own age, and individuals under 25 were rare… So he wouldn’t mind standing around making small-talk, to find out more about the trainer, to give him a quick breather.

“A twenty win streak is a lot more torturous than it sounds, right?”

    Red is grateful for the lapse in action as a staff member who kindly supervised his 20th match madly dashes to retrieve Palmer. It provides an always appreciated opportunity to maintain his teammates’ hydration, stretch and center himself for what will no doubt be a challenge to remember.

    By the time his final adversary arrives, he’s readily assumed his proper place within the boundaries of the new stadium he’d been led up to, cap twisted backwards and thumb hooked to the belt where five poké balls sit at the ready—but it would appear the elder trainer is the friendly sort who prefers to break ice with a bit of chatter rather than jump straight into any proceedings.

    Far be it from Red to shy away from small talk in a situation like this. The basis is something he can follow, after all. Moreover, as much as he adores competitive battling, engaging in nothing but for any lengthy stretch of time does tend to make one yearn for a change of pace.

    Adopting one of his smaller smiles in kind, the young man closes adequate distance between himself and his host, fingertips dancing along the keypad of a communication device on the way. When he comes to a stop, the resulting message is presented in a larger and bolder than usual font size. Sound strategies to combat the plethora of light sources overhead.

I’m honored. The trainers here are exceedingly talented. I can only hope they enjoyed battling with me as much as I did with them.

    Even knowing full well that a loss can be just as exhilarating as a win, Red hesitates to assume all others will share that sentiment.

It is indeed. And it sounds daunting to begin with. You run a tight regimen. I can’t remember the last time my partners and I were pushed to our limits like this.

#✦; some say our dreams are a distant road down which our hearts would like to go. { UNTOLDverse } #twinleafroyalty #{ *hands you an even later reply.* #no!! it's absolutely lovely!! your writing has such a nice rhythm to it. }

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★; fragile dreams memory item sentence starters.

— “come back home quick, okay?” — “words themselves hold no true meaning anymore.” — “this is probably one of those things they call ‘completely out of reach.’ a wish never granted.” — “we have to hurry home.” — “to live free of regrets. that was my greatest goal in life.” — “think i’m bluffing? just try me.” — “i’m so sorry it had to end up like this.” — “if you could pour a cup of my feelings, would you bring them to where i desire?” — “just you, me and [name]. the three of us is all we need.” — “i’m sure you come from some place i don’t know, going some place i can’t follow.” — “my parents would tell me my smile lit up the room.” — “as far as [name] was concerned, i was little more than a mirror for [pronoun] to talk to about [pronoun] dreams.” — “i’m just a waste of your precious time, aren’t i?” — “you may have a dream for your future, but don’t step all over mine.” — “come on, already. do it right, [name].” — “how about we make it simpler? this is our ceremony. we’ll do it the way we want it.” — “i never realized how easy smiling could be.” — “the happiness i’m feeling this very moment makes all of tomorrow’s fears trivial in comparison.” — “whatever happens in the future, i’ll always have this moment.” — “i remember bits and pieces of the dreams that flooded my mind, but in the corner of every dream was that same image.” — “of all the things i lost to my sickness, there was only one thing i couldn’t get back.” — “after all this time, it was only now that i truly understood [pronoun].” — “[name]’s got a big heart and a good head on [pronoun] shoulders. actually, [pronoun] reminds me a little of you.” — “do you think you’d be able to smile and wish them well with a clear conscience?” — “what can i possibly do with so little time left?” — “what did i sound like when we used to talk? how did i choose my words?” — “my heart was filled with so many feelings, i thought i’d burst into tears.” — “death cannot be overturned or reversed. it stays right where it is.” — “i’m truly sad i’ll never get to hear your voice again.” — “does it hurt more than death?” — “there’s a lot more on your mind that you’re not saying.” — “what are you scribbling there?” — “huh. you’re braver than i thought.” — “i don’t want this to be the last time.” — “don’t think i’m gonna carry you home.” — “i’m tired of watching the door.” — “i can’t die yet. there’s so much i want to say to you.” — “sorry for committing so many sins that i’ll never reach the place you will.” — “don’t say that. if you deserted me, i’d be all alone.” — “you poor little thing. you look just the same as when you first came here.” — “i’ll give you whatever you need. anything at all.” — “i just want you to believe this. no matter what happens, all we wanted was for you to be happy.” — “c’mon, [name]. you’ll catch your death out here.” — “please. tell me your real name.” — “if we’d never met then i’m sure i’d have rotted away right on the spot.” — “you deserve a coffee break, too. join me.” — “i don’t prescribe to the ‘where there’s a will’ belief.” — “i know, i know. i’ve still got a job to do. so i’ll do it.” — “well, well. things have definitely taken a turn for the weird.” — “i’m not sure when it started. but one day, i realized that the nights seemed to last forever.” — “out on your nightly walk?” — “what can i say? your songs put me to sleep.” — “i didn’t expect to see you here. guess not even a worldwide calamity can shake you from your spot.” — “you want me to spare your ears tonight?” — “i… don’t feel like dozing off just yet.”

#✦; ic ask box prompts #{ hi! i'm using my rp hub to post prompts and inspo stuff now. #thought this would be a good way to warm up to being active again. #i filtered through an entire fragile dreams playthrough for this in particular so you should show it a little love. } #death cw #drink cw #afterlife cw #religion cw

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Anonymous asked: ❝ A challenger appears! ...And dumps a bucket of water right over Red’s head! ❞ ✦ unprompted.

    Red’s reflexes have never been his strong suit. This goes double for when he’s completely unsuspecting. As such, the splash meets its mark with little to no margin for error, thoroughly soaking the stunned man’s upper body and then some.

    Pikachu, on the other hand, zipped off their trainer’s shoulder at the first sign of danger. They came to sit in the grass a safe couple of yards apart from ground zero, doubled over in raucous, chortling amusement at the utterly defeated expression upon their friend’s dripping face.

    This sort of thing never happens when he’s in Johto. Certainly not. It’s only ever Kanto.

    Was that really necessary?

#✦; some say our dreams are a distant road down which our hearts would like to go. { UNTOLDverse } #anonymous #{ thanks for giving me an excuse to use this icon. LMAO. }

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Might fuck around and disappear into an ancient forest & never be seen again

#✦; the adventure continues { character inspiration }

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gamenu·:

            Grace was always a polite little Pokemon. She loved socializing and getting chances to be the little lady of the room. Especially since she’s been catering to the little Sewaddle around the ranch and modeling their clothes for them. How hard they work and are trying to perfect their crafts.

            As the little Riolu ran past chasing the Mareep around for a game, she turns back to Red and gives a small nod. Did they truly see it as work though when half of it was just actually being the natural protectors they are? Namely Amperia. She’s literally doing what Luxray are known for and patrolling their borders. Kangaskhan is doing what she does best…and so on and so forth? Even so, Nicole will make sure they get rewarded like they do every day.

             Looking back to her new companion, Nicole looks at his message before giving a soft shake of her head.

            “I’m on break ta day. Bu’ they still wanted ta see tha babies an’ tha eggs, so they came in. Wei howeva needed time alone wimmie so tha’s when ya saw us doin’ our lil’ treasure hun’. Do youse an’ Pikachu wanna do ‘er see more?”

    Relieved as Red is to know he hasn’t distracted anyone from their duties, a new concern readily takes its place—the prospect that he may be taking up Nicole’s free time. In one way or another, to his easily made anxious brain, that feels far more heinous than the alternative he’d initially presumed.

    All that prevents the man from running away with his own conclusions is a soft, recollective chime of his therapist’s voice. He’s meant to be putting forth an effort to avoid doing that, especially when he’s not been given any information to support his wild ideas outright. It stands to reason that his new acquaintance wouldn’t have offered to continue their tour if she wasn’t willing. That’s what anyone ought to be putting their faith in.

    A touch worried that his several seconds long bout of internal discord had been unconsciously stowed in a frown or pinch of the brows, Red is quick to let go of any tension prior to facing the other pokémon lover anew.

It’s great that you feel so comfortable spending time here even on your off days. You must be really happy with what you do. As for Pikachu, they seem a little preoccupied at the moment—

    The former champion’s fingers give pause, his head tilting to highlight the direction in which Pikachu just moments ago bounded off. They would seem to have found kinship in some Mareep a ways past the fencing, if their laughter is any indication.

—but I’d be happy to see anything you’d like to show me. And lend a hand, if the need arises. Thank you for your kind hospitality.

#✦; some say our dreams are a distant road down which our hearts would like to go. { UNTOLDverse } #gamenu #{ it ABSOLUTELY DOES. #put red to WORK.... }

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crimsenza·:

at least with the trainer’s companion on the mend in the room adjacent, comfortably asleep, she finds her hands free enough to begin with a second patient. 

“may i take a look?” before approaching the trainer, heliane is careful to inquire, already fetching a pair of gloves from the small cabinet behind the desk, silently counting the minutes since he’d arrived in her little clinic; if the blood was already dry, it likely wasn’t anywhere near as rough as the injuries his pikachu sustained. 

    The medical professional’s query, however gentle, is met with a slight flinch on Red’s part. Be it due to personal preference or trauma, he’s never handled promises of a stranger’s touch all too well.

    Reluctant as he is to impose care of an injury that could very likely be attributed to his own carelessness upon another, this does make for a perfect opportunity to try exercising some trust. Tension hiking his shoulders notwithstanding, the traveler boldly consents.

    There’s no way Red can be assured the woman before him will be responsive to sign. A simpler, universally understood symbol of approval—one thumb pointed upward—proves much safer.

#✦; some say our dreams are a distant road down which our hearts would like to go. { UNTOLDverse } #{ yes red is the type of person who needs to brace himself for doctor's appointments and cries anyway. what of it. } #crimsenza #injuries cw #blood cw

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aquaffensive·:

❝ He was the first one ready, to be honest, ❞ Misty admits, a slightly amused grin. Lance usually comes across as quite stoic, but the idea of this tournament had him about as excited as everyone else. The image of him at the the last Indigo League meeting, trying to hold back a grin as he informed everyone of what was to be happening at Pasio happen. 

She shrugs.❝ Lance was a bit concerned when we all said we would be coming, but you’re right. And I know everyone has at least someone staying behind to help take care of things. My sisters are taking care of things. They kind of forced me to go, said something about me needing a holiday. ❞ She can’t help but laugh at that.

At the mention of the trio of legendary trainers pairing up together in the tri-battle formation, it doesn’t surprise the Gym Leader at all. The two are as close as can be, even after all this time. It leaves her a little disappointed as battling alongside Red is always a treat, but the offer certainly perks her up. 

❝ We’d love to !! ❞ she says, a large smile painting across her features. ❝ It’s great getting the band back together. Anytime you want to, just let us know. But that doesn’t mean we will be taking it easy on you in an official match just because we’re friends either, Red !! ❞

    Initially, Red does little other than blink owlishly at Misty’s insinuation about Lance. He’s never known the man to be the overly enthusiastic sort. Upon further consideration, however, when they’d faced off at the Indigo Plateau all those years back, there were certainly blazes stoked within his eyes. Potent energy rumbling beneath his frame. It stands to reason that, given the right circumstances, his entire body could be given a fervent directive.

    How he wishes he could have seen it.

    Though the former champion remains attentive to his friend’s tale, he does kneel to give Starmie some much deserved appreciation, hand hovering before its topmost appendages in a silent request for their consent to be pet. At this close proximity, their core’s sheen is all the more radiant. The pokémon must be in their prime. It will be an incomporable delight to watch them in action.

They were right. You do need a holiday. You’re one of the hardest workers I know. Even if you are a little out of your element when it comes to being at a desk.

    Misty’s enthusiasm for a throwaway idea such as his own is thrilling. If he weren’t inhibited by his jet lag, Red might take her reciprocation and usage of ‘anytime’ far too literally. Inquire about Brock’s current whereabouts, latch onto one of his arms and challenge the first set of trainers they stumble across as a collective.

    Lest his own idealistic fantasies sweep him away, Red is forced to point his focus back towards reality. Namely, the discussion at hand.

Good. It wouldn’t be any fun if you did. I’m looking forward to nothing short of yours and Brock’s best when we face off in the finals.

#✦; all these words. i don't need 'em now. { MASTERSverse } #aquaffensive #{ no sorries!! always take your time pal. }