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Not even sorry. I take my leave now.

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Emerald hues glanced back at the other who had taken the form a ball. What was he thinking. Was it so wrong for N to try to stay away just for the sake of whatever was left of his broken mind? But if he stayed away, the person that would break him wouldn't be the other, it would only be himself. He'd beat himself up several times in the past and many times now. But for what? His memory was foggy, it only came on some occasions and those occasions were very rare and scarce. Shouldn't he have taken that problem as a gift? Shouldn't N just have moved on?

In a way, at least N was lucky that he couldn't remember the cause of his emotional distress. Blair probably relived it every single day. And he probably hated when N complained and snapped because he normally couldn't name the reason. But that didn't change the fact that he still did it. And it didn't change the fact that N came back to a world where Pokemon turned against one another and humans soon became a dying species.

What if Blair still had some emotion towards people. On the outside, he had this hatred, and pretended that he didn't care and that had just consumed him. Perhaps on the inside, there was still some person, who was broken and hurt-- perhaps even destroyed-- that was crying for help. Whatever his N had done must have had the other tied to the finger, such a poor thing, and now that he was abandoned like a toy that had no more use, he didn't know what to do.

So Blair would just move on to the next N. He would have cared all of his hatred and care for a single soul and lay it out to the next person that looked like the same person. And he would probably do a similar routine, only to make an attempt to switch roles. Instead of him being tossed, Blair would toss N. Only except, he couldn't this time because N wasn't like that other one. True everybody was different, but it seemed that Blair had stumbled upon a world where N was in Blair position all those years ago, and N was the one who was manipulated.

Was that a surprise? Well To N it shouldn't have been. But that's what N believed what Blair was thinking. He could have been incredibly wrong, but what was it to say that he could have been right, maybe there was a slight chance that even some of his thoughts were right.

                                       You can't change the past. 

There was a sigh before the male stood up. He didn't necessarily go to the other who had still be curled up, but it didn't mean that he was leaving him. After quite some time, and a little bit of trouble, N managed to quietly find what he was looking for. He went back to the fire with his back still against the other. He was silent.For several minutes, he didn't move, but finally, he got up and turned to the other with two steaming cups in both hands. He hesitated for a split second but did move.

"Well, you're in my home... And I say that you should have it." Teeth bit down for a second, he didn't want to get angry for a stupid refusal of a blanket. "What you do isn't controlled by me, if you wanted to come and stay, well, fine, do whatever you want. Just don't get yourself killed in the process." It was another way of saying 'Thanks, I appreciate it.' But he wasn't going to let that slip out of his mouth anytime soon.

Perhaps it was fate; something Arceus had long since decided would happen in Blair’s lowly existence.

No matter what one it was, there was always some sort of mis-communication between himself and N Harmonia. That, or one of them just straight but didn’t like the other. Naturally the brunet’s blatant anger due to his own personal experiences had a little to do with it as well, always getting angry and yelling for them to leave him alone and yet proceeding to continue to be around them anyway. Could you really blame him after what he had been through? What the man he knew as a king had done to him? Every time he was reminded of it or saw that familiar shade of green, he felt nausea bubbling up in his stomach, reminding him that it was wrong wrong wrong to try to associate with those with that very same face when he was convinced it was in their DNA to not care and just  L E A V E .

It was wrong and probably detrimental to his health when it would have been better to forget and move on, but Blair Black continued to do so. A boy such as him was too stubborn in his ways to actually do something helpful and logical at this point without someone smarter and level headed next to him to remind him ‘you shouldn’t do this’. As pathetic as it was, perhaps it wasn’t too far off to say he didn’t care which one paid attention to him as long as attention was given.

Was this broken former hero so attached to his past that it had come to that?

No no, he hated N Harmonia; he hated the man he knew— But not all of them were like that man. They would all leave, but not all of them were that manipulative. Some of them were nice… Maybe… He just wasn’t the type to walk where genuine nice people were, more or less striding along the darker paths where only troubled people similar to himself would wander. This was very clear given the broken greenet in his presence, turning his back towards him to so evidently and openly shut him out.

All he could bring himself to do then was inhale slowly and quietly, soon enough bringing his knees to his chest and burying his face in his arms.

"Just take it, I don’t want it, N." Though his voice came out muffled, he didn’t have the energy to pick his head up, eyes closing with a sigh. "If you want me to leave, I will. I just… Thought I’d check in on you ‘cause you’re always here by yourself…" Stupid, just shut up.

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"I like you but you're an asshole. Just sayin'."

"Swiggity swag, that’s outa the bag but swiggity swooty ya still want my booty."

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Munday Symbols

❤ - Any tumblr senpais inspirations ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself  ☄ - My opinion of you

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRGd0gD0QNE

this playing in the bg whenever Blair and N interact tbh

FUCK YOU aSSHAT.

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Why Can’t We Be Friends? - War

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Okay this time it's serious. Happy Munday or whatever. This was taken a few months ago.

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“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

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Was that an insult or was the other trying to explain himself or was it a bit of both?

"Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over my deep intellectual thought, mind phrasing that again?" Chances are, N knows Blair. N already knows.

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Didn’t even ask for that, ha, whatever. He hadn’t, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t cold inside of a castle surrounded by a desolate wasteland to him. Maybe he was too prideful to say that he was cold, but moving to tend the fire seemed like a better excuse than to stay underneath the same covers as the other. N knew his habits, and if he would have allowed the other to come closer, then it was only a matter of time before he wanted the smaller wrapped around his arms like a cuddle bear.

And then he would have to deal with Zoroark and explain that mess to him. Besides that, the smaller male wouldn’t even allow it, and N would have received a blow to the face. And he wouldn’t admit it either, but the other’s hits hurt a lot more than falling and kissing the hard floor.

Though it seemed like the other had decided to say nothing but only stare at him. It was killing him slowly that he was doing that. Words, N could have done something about it. But when the other stayed as quiet as he had to just stare and think bothered him more than anything.

                                                                                        What was he thinking?

N knew that he wasn't perfect-- that he had done some things wrong-- and he really wasn't the greatest man out there but while Blair just sat there.... judging... N just sat there and mentally broke more than he already was. 

                                       Don't look at me.... 

Lower lip was bitten before words were actually spoken. He was ready for poison to be spat at him, but nothing of the sort came. He had even flinched a little-- Arceus, he prayed that the other hadn't seen that-- but what came afterwards was only dead silence. It took a while before N could respond but it seemed like instead of reacting like he normally would, he felt completely exhausted and tired during his response.

"Okay, but I don't want it..."

He stood up and went closer to the fire where he just sat with his back towards the other. Better Blair get some decent rest than himself. Besides that, a stupid blanket wouldn't solve his problems. Neither would arguing with somebody who had no previous affiliation with him.

"I didn’t even ask for that.”

Blair was perfectly fine as he was now; he wasn’t that cold and he was warm enough with the clothes he had on. If anyone had to complain about making the fire bigger, surely it was the older whose clothes seemed much more worn out and thin— No doubt from staying in this broken down castle, which by the way, only seemed to take a toll on him all the more.

Of course, Blair’s very presence anywhere near the other was contradictory and he was just as aware of this as the other was. He had already made it clear how much he detested a man with that very same appearance, though not quite this man because he wasn’t the same. His attitude was different, he was much more childish and less capable of controlling his words and didn’t even want anything to do with the coquette in the first place.

                       ( Well, that part was consistent— That he knew, definitely. )

Silence wrapped itself around the ex-champion at the words shot back at him with such coldness; lips pulling into a thin line compared to how it had been curled in childish anger a few moments ago. For a while, all the brunet did was  s t a r e  back at the former king, as if perhaps looking for some equally snappish, juvenile excuse… Though nothing seemed to surface in that head of his, instead grasping the blanket and throwing it in the other’s face.

"Right. Sorry. My mistake…" That was a very relevant question indeed—: What did he want? “Nevermind, nevermind. I don’t feel like yelling anymore.” Christ, he was always fighting with something or another; himself, other people, it didn’t matter. Not even he knew how to stop. “You can have it, I don’t want it anymore anyway.”

Maybe a part of him wanted to say 'at least I'm trying with you'— Or something along those lines, but they refused to be anything more than a thought.

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oh yea it's monday.

Wen fucking tumblr deletes your playlist...

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STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS —— for the creative writer in you. Send these in and see what your partner comes up with as a scenario!

*These are completely interchangeable, they’re just in categories to make it easier for all of y’all.

FOR AMIGOS;

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

“You were right. As per usual.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to see the lines you’ve drawn until you’ve crossed them.”

“You’re surprised because you have a soft spot for hot blondes.”

“Is that – that’s a naked Scarlett Johansson on your fridge.”

“You can stay, but for no more than two nights.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“I told you not to pick him up, he’s very sensitive.”

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, my cell phone data coverage does not cover the bullshit zone you’re in.”

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.”

“No, I’m serious. Stop it right now or I won’t give you the last cookie.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“How much would a stripper cost and why so much?”

“I’m going to buy you a drink. Next week. On Thursday. When I get paid. Can you swing this one?”

“Hippos are hungry, hungry! And you are considerably larger than a small piece of lettuce!”

“When I was little, I used to be afraid of mummies. And now look at me. I love dead people!”

“I don’t even miss my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, I just miss my glockenspiel.”

“It happens to everyone, you just sell your skirt for some coke.”

“Please do not pull your pants down in front of baby Jesus.”

“That’s not the phrasing you want to use.”

“Because nothing says heterosexuality like a gold sash.”

“Please don’t take it out on my boobs.”

“When it gets really windy I look like a bizarre combination of Marilyn Monroe and Cousin It.”

“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.”

“How much money do you have on you?”

“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.”

“Life is a lot better when you put things on your head.”

“For someone who’s not very deep, I’m incredibly not shallow.”

FOR LOVERS;

“I need you to remind me what it feels like to love you.”

“I love you. What? No I don’t. Forget I said anything.”

“I need you to tickle my feet but like, sexually.”

“If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I heard you say his/her name in your sleep last night. Want to explain or should I just leave?”

“I want to spend the night with you tonight. But I also want to sleep on your side. And without you on the bed. So technically I just want your bed.”

“Please don’t be proposing to me in an empty parking lot.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you stupid fucking broken record. It’s done.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“Your mother’s looks could kill. Actually, are you sure they haven’t before?”

“If you’re breaking up with me tonight, can I at least eat first?”

“Stop sweating. It’s not attractive during sex, and it’s not attractive now.”

“Are you – are you checking me out? In the line for the confessional?”

“We have to go. I might have told your mom I’m pregnant. I don’t know why I said that. I’m not.”

“So what you’re saying it that you’re snorting sugar to get excited for sex.”

“My dog licks better than you do.”

“But through every stupid thing you do and say – and those are a lot, by the way – I love you.”

“I don’t care if you’re growing another head. I’ll talk to both of them. I love you.”

“And I’d take fifty years of not talking to you for just a day of doing so. I promise that’s a compliment.”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore. I’m not some dirty little secret, you American Reject.”

“This is a bit too dramatic for my taste, so can we skip it and have sex instead?”

“I don’t want you to think of me as your personal sex toy.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

“Promise me you’re not like him/her. I need to hear it from your mouth. Promise me.”

“Look, I’ve had my heart broken before. I’m not ready to let you in just yet. Anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me here. Anywhere else, okay, but not here.”

“I wish I could say that was the worst sex I ever had, but I’ve had worse.”

“I just blew you. Could you look a little happier about it?”

“I’m attracted to shiny things, so if it looks like I’m staring at your chest, it’s because I am.”

FOR TEXTERS;

[text] This is upsetting my poop.

[text] Hey, are you up? If you’re not, can you wake up? I need some help.

[text] So it involves feces and large birds.

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Please come back. I miss you.

[text] What are you good for if you’re not gonna bring me ice cream?

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] …did you just send me a nude?

[text] FUCK OFF YOU ONE-EYED WHORE.

[text] I don’t know why I said that.

[text] Leave it to you to fuck the simplest of requests up.

[text] Do we have to go to their wedding? He’s only my first cousin.

[text] How much does ‘I love you’ mean to you?

[text] I am not stalking you. But you should do something about your bathroom, it’s gross.

[text] Please. I need this so badly.

[text] I trust you completely.

[text] I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.

[text] Hey, buddy! Got like, five hundred bucks I can borrow? Times ten.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it. She said her uterus was attacking her bone marrow.

[text] I will not get you donuts.

[text] Please? I love you.

[text] I think I’m gonna go to sleep now, but you keep thinking that.

[text] I can’t say this out loud. They might be listening.

[text] I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t think he’d duck when the ball came at him, I’m sorry.

[text] You’re cute.

[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

[text] Fuck off.

[text] Okay. Guess we’ll leave it at that then.

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Scowling, the shattered king was hesitant on coming close to the other's reach lest he be slapped in the face with a hard cover book. "You fuck-hat, I was going to make the fire bigger to warm your cold ass!" He didn't care for the shove of the other, but how the hell did he want him to come close when he was pushing him away. Broken? Okay, he would admit that, but the other was confusing as fuck.

Such a contradicting little piece of shit.

"And you think that I'm the spoiled brat? You've got to be kidding, right? Since when have you ever shared with somebody who you are supposed to hate???" There was a quick pause. Blair was supposed to hate N right? Well that's what the other had said, and yet here he was mewling at him like a baby Purrloin. "You are supposed to hate me right??? Like what the fuck are you doing here then?"

That realisation hit him hard. Blair was getting upset that N was making this all about him, so maybe he should just make it all about Blair!! Ha! It's Blair, Blair, Blair.

                  'Poor Blair.'                                                 'I'm sorry Blair.'                                                                                       'Okay Blair..' 

"You're not gonna fucking show me anything because you said you hate me. What the hell, yet you call all the time, then you get mad when I answer. You, you, you. Whatdaya want from me???"

He already said sorry once, or had the brunet forgotten already.

Ignoring the king’s complaining was easy, though naturally in response underneath the blanket he had pulled up to his face, his lips were tugged into a thin line. To think someone older than him could show such childishness— This guy just kept on showing how much of a brat that he was! N was lucky to have his company when instead he could’ve been alone sitting around with his pokemon that he barely seemed to like in the first place! This was the first person he met that didn’t like pokemon but whatever, that wasn’t his deal… And ironically, he was still considerate enough to not bring his pokemon too close to scare the green haired man either.

He talked a lot of shit, but he still came around him anyway. They both did.

But soon enough the younger felt a hand latch onto his ankle, jerking him out of bed as he fell right on his behind with a loud yelp. This was immediately followed by a childish glare from the brunet, tugging the blanket down off the bed to fall into his lap. “You fucker—!! Stop being such a fucking little kid!” He barked, shoving the other a little from where he sat close to him. “I said to scoot over, not move completely! Unlike you who’s a big brat, I know how to share!”

Did he? Did he really?

"Jeez, fucking come here and I’ll show you, alright?" Besides, aren’t they both broken?

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coquettishcrown replied to your post:

THAT’S SO RAD YOOOOO

cough cough thank you... only problem is that he has reshiram. And he hates his dragon so much because he's become more idealistic than truthful but he doesn't have Zekrom. Not unless he thinks he has it, and that would mean that his Brother Zoroark made the illusion that his Reshiram is Zekrom and omg that is now a headcano yep okay problem solved. Thank the lord. So now I go through my two CDs of Bastille and determine which song to use.

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How about this? And the URL means cowardice in Latin, so it would be something cool to use for the official name? I mean after I fix the headcanon.

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u can do it, i believe in u!

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Things to do:

Fix Playlist Fix theme? Fix backstory. Sighs.... Maybe come up with a better URL Fix tags too.

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"Scoot over. I want to be under the blanket too." (this is g ay)

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Emerald hues stared at the other, not with the look of disgust but rather a look of confusion. His mind was screaming ‘Eh?' while his body just automatically moved. Was the brunet serious? And was N serious? Damn him and his old ways. He was still for a moment before he decided to throw and bury the other in comforter. 

"You come in and take my home, and take my bed, and take the clothes, well fuck, you can have my blanket too." He attempted to spit out venom with those words but failed miserably. What a pathetic excuse of a man, N might as well have been eaten by the hungry Mightyena.

What was he doing, complaining? For what? It wasn't like it was going to change anything. However he did make an attempt to get up to tend to the fire. If the other was going to hog whatever warmth he had, then he would have to make more heat. But once again, he failed to do something as simple as getting up as his ankle got tangled in the loose sheet. The greenet fell face first into the floor inevitably causing him to swear. 

"Fucking piece of worthless shit, everything her is mine, mine, mine, not his!! Why, why, why do you torment me, what did I do to deserve hell? Arceus, I swear if you sent this broken dumbass to kill me the you can go fuck yourself while I can sacrifice myself to Giratina!!"

A huff before he pulled at the other's leg to cause him to fall out of bed too. If he wasn't allowed to stay warm, then the other wasn't either.