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//aspen character ai when?

What the FUCK bro

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hi no guarantees on anything but redux (as well as just all my pkmn irl blogs) might be like. abandoned. at least for a while.

i straight up cannot rp until tumblr support decides to help me out (i dont have access to my askbox, dont show up on tags, and even if i can rb things i dont show up in the notes instead being a ghost notif you just have to see the reblog on my blog) and i have to wait for that. if im lucky ill get a response in 1-6 months. key word lucky. i could be waiting years since tumblr considers getting nabbed my the spam filter/shadowbanned to be "low priority". of course theres also the chance i get really lucky and get help in the next few weeks. no garuntees for everything. anything is possible because tumblr support is an actual joke most of the time.

we're in the middle of an arc that literally revolves on my guys and cannot do much until thats resolved. my guys are heavily involved in tons of future arcs. redux simply cannot occur until im out of limbo and the fact i might have to wait literal years if im unlucky does not really make me confident or keep me motivated to continue the arc afterwards. even if yveltalreal is fixed, theres no garuntee the spam filter doesnt hit me again right after and shadowban me again.

once again no garuntees it might not be abandoned but this really just ruined my motivation and its really hard to roleplay when all the most important things needed to roleplay on tumblr are taken from you

i love you guys i love the communities ive been a part of on here but like when the main blog im hyperfixated on and my literal hub blog just cant do anything its just a huge hit. for my own health i have to accept i might have to give up, step back, and say goodbye.

to be clear redux is not just my own blogs but all the blogs connected to yveltalreal. they will probably be reblogging this post as well.

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< The quiet crunching of boots on snow can be heard. Whoever's holding the camera is clearly walking slowly for a reason as they approach another person wearing a warm-looking coat. The visibility of the video is low, and the night vision setting is clearly doing quite a bit of work. The person recording crouches down carefully, picking up some snow, making sure to take it from a fresh, untreaded patch. They hastily shape it as best they can with just one hand, but the snow remains quite loose. They stand to their full height (and they're clearly quite tall) and walk towards their target. Before it's clearly what's happening, they yank them by the hood and shove the snow down their coat. They jerk around, revealing their identity to be one Flynn Wyrmwood. The cameraman immediately turns and starts running, exclaiming, "Oh, shit-!" Recording ends. >

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okkk i know i’ve been hella radio silent lately

howver

we’re heading to snowbelle now :} I’ve been doing a lot of reading and battle training recently for obvious reasons but yayy snowbelle

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hm. valentine’s day’s coming up

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ragebait used to actually be enraging 😭

honestly good on you for eating meat. everyone who eats plants is so fucking disgusting. without plants we would ALL die from a lack of oxygen, so i dont know HOW people see it as the more "ethical" opetion

There is nothing wrong with eating plants either. It’s a natural cycle. Go watch the Pyroar King again, anon.

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yeah maybe it’s just that like literally everything I see somehow reminds me of maple and it’s just like. once i think about maple i start feeling anxious. shes one of my closest friends and i cant help but worry. like i literally saw this pangoro beanie in a shop window and instead of thinking about how i should be financially responsible i thought about kingsley which led to me thinking about yveltal.

WE’RE HEEEREEEEEEEE

i sound more excited than i should on account of the fact that if im not feeling positive emotions rn i tend to start pacing so im just pretending that i feel anything other than anxious

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WE’RE HEEEREEEEEEEE

i sound more excited than i should on account of the fact that if im not feeling positive emotions rn i tend to start pacing so im just pretending that i feel anything other than anxious

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they sat yall in specific spots or smth? or did you just get unlucky?

i’ve noticed that they seem to have sat us in a very. specific way.

theres a member of the hounds between each of us. miguel is on the far side of the table opposite from maple’s grandma, ryoko. flynn and i are closest to her (flynn’s like seated right next to her, actually). jaime and esper are near the middle, closer to miguel, while victoria and aspen are closer to ryoko.

all of this, mind you, with at least one Hounds member in between each of us.

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a tall order you say

what scary lady?

maple’s grandma. shes tall as fuck and she has two big ass houndoom at all times. i think her houndoom are literally taller than me. and thats not exactly a tall order but like. jesus fuck.

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lotsa doggies :}

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WDYM SHOVING UR HEAD IN A BAG?? WHAT??

oh. yk

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hmm. highkey im a little scared to meet maples family. on account of the shoving a bag over my head thing

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oh

my bad

Hm. It was bound to happen eventually.

Fantastic job, Yveltal.

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BOOOOO THUMBS DOWN

Hm. It was bound to happen eventually.

Fantastic job, Yveltal.

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142/112 mmHg

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Off Screen Post

Angel of Death - Part Three

PART ONE | PART TWO

Trigger Warnings: Injury, blood

“KINGSLEY!!!”

Esper’s yell registers distantly in Aspen’s ears; his vision darts towards her, and then Kingsley. Everything’s started to return to focus, his instincts becoming thoughts and his brain starting to catch up with his senses.

The light of Yveltal’s Sky Attack feels blinding, and for the first time, he truly realizes the power of this god. He can’t even look at what happens properly, his arm coming up to shield his face before he can even think about it.

Aspen can hear a dull thud; when the light fades and he opens his eyes, Kingsley is still there. From what he can tell, the Pangoro hasn’t been harmed. For a short moment, he feels relieved that he hasn’t been smited, only for his head to start hurting. Joy.

The ache in his brain is different from the type he’s grown oh-so familiar with; there is no pleasurable ache in his vertebrae, nor is there a pinch in his cerebrum. The sudden haze that overcomes him is a sensation he’s grown nearly intimate with, but that is where the similarities end (and he suddenly feels a sickening sense of deja vu when he thinks about how long Yveltal would’ve been puppeting Maple for. Did she feel a similar haze? Was she fully conscious but not in control? He can think about that later.)

His vision darts around, looking at the others. First Flynn, then Jaime, then Miguel, then Victoria. He briefly wonders where Z is, but then his gaze falls to Esper as a hand (his hand, he’s pretty sure) clutches at his scalp. For a moment, his brows furrow as every cell in his body contemplates the concept of heathaze in February. Then he realizes that there is no incalescence here, nor is he feverish. The wavering in his vision isn’t real, but it feels so incredibly fitting that it almost hurts to question it. His stare focuses on Esper yet again (though he isn’t actually sure when he stopped looking at her, but so be it). He realizes that the God of Death itself is rushing away (with Maple in its clutches, that too), and he can’t help but feel an almost nauseating dread, as though an Ultra Wormhole is about to open up beneath him. 

In a way, she seems like more of a doll than a girl.

She’s just… standing there, he thinks, until he notices her hands clutching her head like she’s feeling the worst pain she’s ever felt in her life. He squints through the wobbling of the air, and takes one step towards her, and then another.

“Espe-?”

Pop.

An eruptive, implosive pain in his head is what distracts Aspen from his thoughts. He feels as though it’s about to burst, his synapses no longer firing, but exploding like a Voltorb gone mad. 

And then, as quick as the pain and the pressure had come, they disappear.

Esper took the Future Sight attack! It’s super effective!

Aspen blinks once, then twice; he feels like he’s trying to get used to having thoughts again.

Esper’s collapsed, he notices, frozen as he tries to collect himself. Panic doesn’t set in just yet, but it probably should, even if he can tell she’s still breathing. He sees Tami as well, and swallows uncomfortably as he realizes that the Absol was the one responsible for Esper’s condition.

Tami trots over to the group staring at the downed Esper before looking at the others and letting out a trill, almost seeming proud of what she had done.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” Miguel finally breaks the… not quite silence? The something.

Flynn stares blankly at his sister, not making a move to approach as he asks, his eyes fixated on the blood pooling from her nose, “Is she… dead…?”

“No,” Victoria steps forwards and kneels down at Esper’s side. Kingsley joined her as she brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.  “Unconscious.”

For a second, many seconds to be precise, Aspen just stands there.

“Chest rise and fall,” he points out, finally, before he even realizes that his mouth is moving. His gaze falls over all of them, lingering on Esper’s body. His brows furrow slightly again as he opens his mouth again, and then closes it, before opening it again. His head throbs, the burning in his cervical vertebrae serving to both comfort and aggravate him further.

“What-?” Aspen murmurs to nobody in particular, “What… the hell just happened?”

The Absol chirps, as if she’s responding to Aspen. 

From the nearby ruins, Z emerges from her hiding place, gaze hesitantly cast towards the sky where the deity of death disappeared. “That… the Other Guy… Anjo da Morte…” She looked down at her hands, exasperated. “How the FUCK were any of us supposed to guess it was actually fucking Yveltal???” 

Aspen’s gaze falls on Z; a delayed sense of relief comes upon him at the sight of her.

“I…” He exhales, his breath wavering and eyes unsure, “I...”

Aspen pauses, and he swallows once again, “I don’t know,” he says, but he can’t tell if he’s responding to Z or just saying something to fill the silence. Regardless, the words leave a sour taste in his mouth.

Having entirely regained front, Miguel just seems utterly stunned. “I… Ooohhh man, oooohhhhhhhh man.” Miguel presses their palm to their forehead. “Oooohhh, this is like a big revelation for you guys but it’s a huge one for me.” 

“It.. took… Maple….” Flynn mumbles with a far off gaze.

That’s right, Aspen remembers, it did take Maple.

He doesn’t know what to feel, and he doesn’t know what to think; he’s almost grateful when Miguel fills the not-silence.

“Guess it wasn’t enough to haunt our island!” Miguel lets out a strained almost hysterical laugh. “Ooohhhh, Auntie Ivy is gonna kill me. I’m gonna kill me. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Jaime had been silent since the Angel of Death ascended into the heavens. Gazing at the sky, he drew in a long breath and said, “I think… we need to leave.”

END