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*slides u dis brand spankin new blog* *also slides you my kidney in exchange for a promo graphic haAH*
Hey guys! If it’s not obvious enough already by my inactivity, this blog is on a little bit of a hiatus ;; Firstly I wanna apologise to all my followers for my inactivity! As well as my partners and friends who were waiting for replies and interactions with me. ;; Life has been tumultuous lately and I’ve found it really difficult to write whenever I’m given free time. I’m really sorry about that >< I do hope to return... but I can’t put a date on it, because when I do I become stressed trying to force something that isn’t there. It might be a day, a week, or a month. I want to return wholeheartedly and be excited about things when I do. I might even remake the blog and reset 95% of Red’s relationships to start ‘fresh’, which oftentimes helps with my inspiration to write. Anyways, I’ll let you know! Thanks for understanding and thanks to everyone sticking with me despite my recent inactivity (it looks like I even gained followers in my absence ;A;)
@dontnessw-me Start a new game? ► [ YES ] [ NO ]
——— It felt as though someone had punched him right in the gut when he stepped out of the restroom and discovered that the long yellow bus -- carrying his fellow classmates -- had taken off without him. It wouldn’t of been that much of an issue back home where he could just ask mom to take him to school, but this was entirely different. They were on a field trip two towns over. That bus was the only way he would be getting home. The sound of the restroom door closing behind him made him spin back around. It was Ness. Ugh. Of ALL people to be left behind with, it had to be the bane of his existence. ❝ The bus left, ❞ he said drily as his fingers curled tightly around the straps of his backpack. ❝ Call ‘em on your phone to turn back around. ❞
E-Excuse me, can you LIKE this post for a short starter?
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THE MOVING MEN KILLED MY BOYFRIEND!! I’M GONNA SUE THE FUCK OUTTA EVERYONE NOW! WHERE’S OWNER OF THE LAB! I’LL START WITH HIM.
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WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMIST
( wait what? )
WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMIST
( what the fuck, no )
WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMIST AND A
Taps his nose against his. "Twenty-one more days!"
——— Patches of white began to gather at his feet as he looked on past the thick flurry of snowflakes to the small island far out at the centre of the lake. Red was excited to get to Twinleaf Town and meet Jun’s family, but the tranquillity of Lake Verity had him mesmerised, and he found himself wanting to stay a little longer to take in the sights. He edged closer and closer to the shoreline until his sneakers were partly submerged. His expression was forlorn and barren and completely detached from all his surroundings; not even noticing the icy cold water seeping through his shoes and pooling around his toes. Jun’s voice snapped him out of it. Red made a frigid splash as he scampered away from the shore and back into the grove where his boyfriend stood in waiting. He could feel a numbness spreading beneath the sopping wet material of his sneakers, but pushed away any feelings of discomfort that might show on his face as not to concern Jun. ❝ Ready to go? ❞ asked Red, freeing his mouth by pulling down the crimson-coloured scarf that was given to him when they first became friends ( something he now cherished as much as his hat ).
Jun’s nose nudged gently against his, making him purr in appreciation. Red was now warmed up and ready to go. He instinctively looped his arms around the other trainer, eyes closed and sporting the toothiest of grins. ❝ Twenty-one more days, ❞ he echoed.
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[CHECK]: just buy what you came here for
Ness has noticed the sign out of the store and has quirked a brow as reaction ; the people passing by must crack up a joke when they come up to read this, some even take pictures to post it on their social medias ( if Ness logs in on IG he may see already a few posts with the sign on, together with not-so-funny comments written down below ) . He doesn’t find it funny, mostly because it’s directed at him. But he enters anyway ; after all, it’s not the first time he walks in a place where he’s unwanted.
Instead of the usual lady greeting him with a smile, making him feel welcomed in the store, he’s instead greeted with a passive tone by her son, Red — aka, his stalker. It’s been quite some time that Red doesn’t chase him like he used to … and not going to lie, Ness has felt quite lonely since then. It was funny at some point but since when he fried up his phone, Red has built an invisible wall amongst the two of them.
He nears to the counter and rests his palms right above it, ebony hues fixed on the other as they exchange a dull stare. ❝ Still mad over tha’ day? ❞
——— Red looked away the moment Ness stepped up to the counter. It felt as though someone had lit a match in his stomach, and his heart was pounding away endlessly at the prospect of a confrontation. Ness and his psychic abilities have been on his mind twenty-four-seven, jumbled up and paired with so many different and conflicting emotions that he wasn’t quite sure how he TRULY felt. He was angry, bitter, curious, amazed, annoyed, fascinated, resentful, captivated. He wanted everything to do with Ness, but at the same time he wanted nothing to do with him. The school counsellor suggested they talk it out, but Red refused to even consider it. Red rolled his eyes when Ness asked whether or not he was still mad. He finally looked back at the other boy and regarded him threateningly. ❝ What do you care anyway? ❞ he snarled, crossing his arms and puffing out his chest. Ness should be HAPPY; Red was no longer following him around town and he even dropped out of consideration for the baseball team. No evidence existed of either of their exchanges, and with no phone, Red was practically powerless to gather any new evidence against him.
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still ADDLED with lethargy , somehow michio was quick to catch on . the explanation tapered off and he WOULDN’T blame him ( it was a hard thing to wonder , to ASK— he might have let the question plague his mind before too , once or twice ) . red’s returned affections , not automatic nor immediate like his had been , left a spreading w a r m t h in his chest he ‘ hmm’d ‘ at , not yet mustering words until a handful of seconds had passed .
“ —then ask , “ he said , a gentle (hopeful) push in the right direction , “ i’ll tell you . “ the quietness of red’s voice urged him on , hands sliding up his back for leverage will he— TIPPED BACK , pulling them both onto the bed because he’d gotten tired of sitting up . and stubbornly , he kept his limbs winded around red’s .
——— Being pulled down onto the bed with Michio made him squirm rather uncomfortably. Red’s fingers dug easily into the fabric of Michio’s shirt, pawing absentmindedly as he debated whether or not he should press his luck by saying anything further. He didn’t want to jeopardise whatever relationship they had going on — one wrong word, and maybe Michio might be put off. He didn’t want to risk it. He couldn’t. Red was unable to meet gazes with the other trainer. Instead, he found himself fixating on other things, such as Michio’s shirt, his waistband, the crook of his arm... He eventually did look up — his head tilted down, but his chestnut eyes innocently peered up into the other’s meekly. ❝ Just tryin’ to figure what we're gonna do tomorrow, is all… ❞
@simikami Start a new game? ► [ YES ] [ NO ]
——— It pained him to ditch Jun. The moment his boyfriend turned away Red suddenly vanished; ducking under a rack of clothes and scrambling out the department store as quickly as he could. He wanted to buy Jun a surprise gift for the holidays, but it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he’s seen buying it. He had to be discreet. It took Red less than ten minutes to go buy what he wanted. He stuffed the present in the bag he’d already been carrying and returned to the department store. Naturally, his boyfriend wasn’t where he left him. ❝ Jun? Y'still here? ❞ he called out, nervously.
@dontnessw-me Start a new game? ► [ YES ] [ NO ]
——— There was a ‘No Shirt! No Shoes! No Service!’ sign out front. Red had recently added ‘And No Psychics!’ to the bottom with a bright red marker, but his mom must’ve wiped it off because Ness had just entered the store completely uninhibited. Red stewed behind the register and said nothing. He’d never EVER talk to a jerk like Ness again. ❝ Just buy whatever y’came here for and get goin', ❞ Red mumbled miserably under his breath, propping his elbows up on the counter and cupping his cheeks with both hands.
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——— Although honoured, Red wasn’t quite sure how long he’d be able to hold onto his newly acquired Champion title due to other obligations. Professor Oak was still counting on him to capture all 149 pokémon, and his pokédex will never reach completion if he’s stuck at Indigo Plateau all day, every day. Is he even allowed to leave? And if so, for how long? Lance seemed nice and trustworthy enough to confide in. He’s also a former Champion himself, so he’d probably know exactly what to say. ❝ Lance, I gotta ask — ❞ Red began the moment he barged into Lance’s quarters unannounced, ❝ Am I... allowed to leave without givin’ up my title? I know I’ve only been Champion for like, a week, but... there’s other places I gotta be. ❞
@tazmily-farm-boy Start a new game? ► [ YES ] [ NO ]
——— Lucas was a surprising, yet welcomed sight on the trail leading up the mountain outside of town. Red didn’t expect to run into anyone else this early in the morning, except for maybe Bigfoot. He jogged up to the blonde from behind, bellowing ❝ Boo! ❞ to spook him. ❝ Whaddya doin’ out here, Lucas? ❞