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time: ~7:00

characters: adaman, irida, mai

Akari throws her head back laughing, the torches lighting the planes of her face under the slowly, slowly setting sun. Adaman watches her for a moment, caught off guard by the movement and sound ringing through the area, then turns his gaze back to the only person that truly matters to him in this moment - his future wife, Irida Kūkanma, now Irida Shinju since taking the mantle of Leader and carrying her clan's name on her shoulder.

A soft hand touches his upper arm, pulling him from his thoughts. "Ada-chan," Mai says, "you've got this. We've been planning for months now, right? No way it's going wrong now."

He shakes his head. "Nē-san, there's always something that's going to go wrong. But now is a time for celebrating, not worrying, which is what I want to do. And what you should be doing too."

"Liar. I can see the worry in the set of your shoulders. You always do that thing where you keep pushing them back over and over again." She rolls her eyes, reaching up to smack him softly on the cheek. "Let me get the announcement, okay?"

"I- Nē-san, no- I'm not ready-"

But she's already walking away. "Time wasted is lost! You've had five months to get ready, Ada-chan. I'm not letting you back out now!"

And so he watches helplessly, box clutched in the sleeves of his ceremonial kimono that Melli embroidered just for the occasion, as she walks up to where Ingo and Akari stand at the center of the festival area. She exchanges a few words with them - Akari gasps and nods and pulls Ingo out of the way - and stands where they had been previously.

Then, she clears her throat and holds up two hands. Slowly, everyone falls silent, then the silence is replaced with hushed whispers. Irida, who had been talking to some little kids, telling them stories, looks up.

"I have an announcement!" Mai exclaims with a soft smile. "My little brother would like to say something. So, if Leaders Irida Shinju and Adaman Daiya could have your time, and the attention of those gathered in this space, that would be appreciated."

Adaman swallows hard as Irida looks up at him, eyes widening. She looks stunning in her furisode, long sleeves brushing the ground as she stands, as if in a trance. She didn't always look like this. But she does now. She's helped him through so much - answered his questions, loved him and cared for him in his darkest moments, stayed with him through their fights and arguments.

Once, Adaman wished she were dead.

Now, he can't imagine life without her.

He walks to where Mai stands, and tears his eyes away from Irida to look out at those gathered. "Since you all are our people," he starts, "I wished to involve all of you. For centuries, there has been a rift between us. It is all that some of us know. And yet, these festivals, and the dawning friendships between some members of our different clans have led me to consider a different way.

"In thinking about this, I have proposed to Irida-san a treaty. Respect and honor on both sides. We are struggling already in winter, and we could have been sharing resources for so long... As my family says, 'Time wasted is lost'. Let's not waste any more time. Thus -"

He turns to Irida, pulling out the box from his sleeve and opening it, looking down at her. "Irida Shinju, Leader of the Pearl Clan, as a show of my sincerity and devotion to you, I would like to ask for your hand in marriage."

She looks down at it, then up at him, glaring slightly, but nods. "I accept. You have allowed us into your space and given us your precious time - I appreciate everything that you have done for my clan. So I have faith that you will be a good partner, both for me and for those in my clan. For in taking me, you take my clan, and I yours. I trust that won't be a problem, though."

"Of course not." Adaman bows his head in deference and Irida raises her hand. He slips the ring onto her finger - a diamond and a pearl, side by side in the band.

For a moment, there's silence.

Then, someone begins the clapping, calling out to start. People follow suit, and as they celebrate to bring the proposal to a close, Adaman closes his hands around Irida's. "I will protect you through anything that may come," he vows, and she nods.

"Don't underestimate me. I can protect myself most of the time," she remarks, and he grins.

"Alright. Anything that you need help with, I'll assist."

She nods again. "That sounds like an acceptable agreement, though one that would take up a bit of time for you. I wonder why you would propose it?"

He laughs, and as the two of them fall into their usual routine of bickering, the festival continues.

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TWs: Religion, self harm, loss of control, loss of self

they sit in front of a faded altar, the dying light of a candle flickering over the space. the stone glows yellow and the cracks shine with moss. words spill from their lips, muttered softly into the frozen air.

a creature floats above them - dark, impatient. it tells them to hurry up. they do not. it has to be perfect. they have to be perfect. The Creator won't listen to anything less than perfection.

and the festival is tonight. and the end is near. and they are either saving them all or taking the rest out when they go.

the choice is yours, young chosen. old chosen. child forced to grow up so soon that the soul broke into tiny pieces, molded into the image of a savior as seen through shattered glass. you're doing this for them, so that they can have a normal life, but this is everything but normal. you - a creature of worth, of dignity, of such power that The Almighty itself noticed you - you are reduced to devaluing and betraying yourself over and over for a plan that would never benefit you in the first place. every drop of your blood spilled benefits the earth. every drop of your blood spilled harms your soul. you are worthy of love, golden savior, precious villain, child of the stars and guardian of the earth. and yet you have not once given even a single drop of the love you hold within you to yourself.

it cuts itself open, carving the rings of sinnoh into its wrist. it is no longer itself. it is simply watching as the blood that drips onto the altar glows golden and disappears into the cracks of the stone; it is simply watching as the body kneeling before the altar puts down the knife and begins praying once more, the words memorized from long sessions spent bent over religious texts as a child desperate for their father's love.

it is simply there, inhabiting the body. it loses each moment of memory as they come, the time slipping away to be lost forever. it closes its eyes.

O Sinnoh, Creator of the Stars, Almighty Ruler and Protector, Grant me Your Pow'r, o Sinnoh, that I as a lowly servant of the Original might carry out Your plans. Guide me on this path You started me on long ago, and steady my hand so that I might strike down Your opponents, those who would keep me from carrying out Your will. You have protected me all my life, Divine Creator, now must I protect Your will. For as all things come from You, and to You shall all things return, so too will this request reach You, and fall into Your hands that You might fulfill it.

it glows golden, the candle outshone by the light emanating from its being. it exists in two forms at once - celestial and mortal - as it remembers its purpose, its path. how stupid it has been, to rebel against what the Creator has called it to do. it was claimed by Almighty Sinnoh long ago, in exchange for the life of another. and now it shall return the gift of that life.

its body falls sideways, and the creature that has stayed by its side eighteen years now catches it.

the creature picks them up, and they dangle in its mouth. they are limp. it shakes them back and forth, then decides to simply fly away, forsaking the still-burning candle in order to get its pet, its trainer, its helper, to safety.

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[This account has been deactivated.]

This blog will mostly be used for IRL tracking, showing scenes from what all will be happening :)

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Hey, Everyone~! : D

Okay, I got my Tumblr set up. Okay. Time to get in-character.

Ahem.

Hiya~! I'm Neko Yoshimura, a trainer about to begin my journey in my home region of Kanto! I use They/Her pronouns, am a Gemini, my Blood Type is AB, and I'm 11 years old! It's so nice to meet y'all~. ^ ^

So, I'll post my live journey throughout the Kanto Region on this blog. Hope everything goes well! : D

// OOC Underneath

Hello! This is the mun for Neko. This is a blog following the Nuzlocke run of Neko Yoshimura, a player from the real world who somehow ends up in the Pokémon World after a glitch crashes their virtual game and sends their consciousness into their avatar's body. The character depicted can be considered a Faller, and there will be potential discussions of the real world in this blog.

The character of Neko is 11, but their real self (Mira) is 13. To distinguish these two selves, any text posted in pink, in regular font, and not italicized is them being in-character, and any text that is small, in the default color, and in italics is the real self speaking. These selves will also be distinguished using the #neko posts (in-character) and #mira posts (real self) tags.

There will be high stakes, including potential discussions and depictions of death, grief, and gore. All posts with said discussions will be under the #neko stakes tag.

The OOC portion of the intro post will be updated periodically as the story unfolds, so please check this post for any additional updates in the BOUNDARIES and POKÉMON sections.

BOUNDARIES

Suggestive, sexual, and NSFW content is not tolerated on this blog. The character being played is currently a minor.

Publicly shipping this character with other characters is fine as long as the other party (if they are an Pokémon IRL Blogger) consents.

Please be respectful of others within the asks and in the comments. We all live on the same planet, so let’s keep things civil.

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Pelipper Mail: SELECTIVE (CANNOT SEND ANY POKÉMON OR ITEMS THAT EXIST IN THE POKÉMON GAMES)

Pelipper Unmail: OFF

Pelipper Malice: OFF

Musharna Mail: ON

Musharna Malice: ON

Magic Anons: OFF

Union Circle: OFF

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gcau update!

im doing a second version of the gcau which i just decided today so some things may be retconned this is the version im going to write into the actual fanfiction - main changes are, im erasing the influences from my friends rps on mine.

this means:

rei is no longer married to a volo from my friends rp. he is instead in the early stages of a relationship with the medic alec. he also has not discovered his system yet.

rei is the only other person working with elesa to actually survey, although sometimes Captain Cyllene will join them.

akari has not discovered her system either, and all memories of Carol (a friend's character who effectively was her parent) are gone, though carols influence on her backstory is not.

volo has a... slightly different backstory, as ive been figuring things out with his backstory since i started the rp. the possible bad ending will also be changed accordingly :)

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Dragons, I'm... genuinely smiling right now. I feel happy for once. It's been a long time.

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At least Togekiss is still doing okay. Miss Cogita took care of her while I was... out of commission.

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...I think I need a therapist. Sucks that there aren't any in Hisui.

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finally got my phone back. I sincerely apologize for my behavior before that forced break.

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... oh my gosh i just realized you're like. a younger more gruesome version of dawn / akari. friend discount, you only have to pay 12500 poké for it (tho you might also have to deal with gira after he realizes his favorite chair is gone)

hello merchant "jun" barry. do you sell any,... hm. cursed artifacts? are all of your artifacts cursed?

(From the desk of Hikari @dawn-of-my-dear-distortion)

i mean theres this beanbag giratina likes to sit on, would that count?

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hello merchant "jun" barry. do you sell any,... hm. cursed artifacts? are all of your artifacts cursed?

(From the desk of Hikari @dawn-of-my-dear-distortion)

i mean theres this beanbag giratina likes to sit on, would that count?

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get a grip bozo

[not you barry ur cool]

thanks!

ill deliver the message haha

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yeah... i used to do that back when i first lost lucas and dawn haha! im mostly better now

I think you're really fucking pretending to be better..

was this for volo or for me? /gen

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okay yeah true

also is pretending to be better considered a bad thing??? have people forgotten "fake it til you make it"

I think you're really fucking pretending to be better..

was this for volo or for me? /gen

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I think you're really fucking pretending to be better..

was this for volo or for me? /gen

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