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ᴀ ʀᴀʙʙɪᴛ...ʀɪɢʜᴛ? A-YA from SHUUEN NO SHIORI PROJECT affiliated with PARALLEL REGION penned by K. Clockworker

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@nohnohs !!

One thing that A-ya thoroughly enjoyed was the look of sheer terror that often crossed people’s faces when they first saw Baku. Of course, that might be his fault more often than not, considering the wild stories he would tell about her before letting her eat their dreams. It was a mutual relationship; he would get a kick out of seeing others paralyzed with fear, and Baku would feast on a flavor other than nightmare.

          “You see, in Unova, there’s a demon known as the baku. It’s known for           doing good things like eating nightmares.....but if you anger it, it may just           eat your soul, instead. I’ve heard of one being spotted around here, but....I           hope it isn’t true.”

He had the cafe’s rapt attention as he regaled them of stories from Unova, mostly involving the demons that lived there. There were different species - or types, because he doubted demons had ‘species’ - than the ones that existed in Alola, and that made his tale-spinning all the more fun. Baku were fairly prominent in Unova, so many people already knew about Baku’s abilities. Here, well......the reactions were fresher.

          “Ah- I really shouldn’t be saying anything more, it’s all just conjecture at           this point. Plus, all this talk might give some people nightmares, and that           would just attract the demon.”

He turned his eyes towards one particular person, a girl holding a dog. She seemed innocent enough, one of the more impressionable customers in the cafe at the moment. With a smile that looked more like a smirk, he tilted his head.

          “But you’re not scared, are you?”

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SMALL HEADCANON DUMP, PT. I

A-ya believes that pokemon are ‘demons’, rather than ‘monsters’ or ‘beasts’. That is to say, he honestly believes that his Munna, nicknamed Baku, is truly a baku that eats dreams, and other pokemon are likewise much less real than they appear. He may make connections with other pokemon as well, seeing them more as occult spirits rather than superpowered animals/monsters like the rest of the world does.

He mainly resides in Unova, namely Castelia City, but that also gives him an excuse to travel, since he’s so close to the port.

Baku tends to stay out of sight whenever A-ya is around other humans; she’s shy, but much more affectionate when they’re alone. She’s sweet as sugar and wouldn’t harm a fly, but A-ya still doesn’t understand her that well, and believes that she’s only using him and has malicious intents.

A-ya hates, or is at least wary of, cat pokemon for reasons that he can’t remember.

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it’s kiril again, from @bxrdseed, here with a second muse ALREADY because I don’t know self-control!

warning, though, whereas Pi-chan is comedically violent and sometimes angsty, A-ya is immorally manipulative and always angsty; there’s an ever-evolving list of triggers on his rules page, and just lemme know if there’s ever anything else you need tagged.

(don’t look at me, half this stuff is written into his source material.)

anyways, starter call here because I have no control over my own life, same rules as before! If you already have an idea or preference, shoot me an IM here or on my Discord if you have it, otherwise likes get random starters! I guarantee them eventually, but I might be a little spotty while I work on Pi-chan for now!

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TW: ambiguous (?) depictions of violence

Shadows without owners, faceless grins and eyes that covered every inch of his           imagination. Scissors, in his heart- rabbit’s heart- his heart again, stabbing them until he couldn’t recognize the mangled remains in front of him, whether they           were him or not to begin with. It didn’t matter, because it was all him in the end. His fault, his death, his goddamn lies that got his friends killed- friends? Had           they been friends? He couldn’t even remember, because friends didn’t kill you, friends didn’t kill other friends and god he was no friend if that was the case-

For the first time in two weeks, A-ya didn’t dream of such things. That was why he lurched out of bed, hand covering his face and heart racing. Those dreams, consumed by fear, had been tormenting him ever since he landed in that strange world, memories that he couldn’t quite recall and laid just out of his reach, instead taunting him by appearing in dreams that he knew he would forget.

But this time.....this time, his dreams were blank, and his mind was at peace, and that peace was almost even more terrifying than the nightmares that plagued his sleeping hours. Had something caused this? Had something taken away the one constant in his life, the one thing that reminded him that Unova wasn’t his home, that he was a stranger in a strange land with even stranger demons roaming it?

          “Munn!”

A-ya yelled out in surprise when he heard the voice, scooting up so his back hit the headboard of the bed he was laying in. He hadn’t seen it at first, because he was so focused on the dream itself that he hadn’t looked around the room, but there it was, floating close by and staring at him unblinkingly. A pink, oddly cute looking demon, with a small jewel embedded in its forehead.

          “Munn?”

It crooned again, floating closer, but A-ya backed away from it. it had to be this....this thing that had caused his nightmare to go away; there was no other explanation. 

          “A-Are you a baku?”

It was a story that he had read countless times, although if you asked him where he would be unable to answer. The baku, the demon who ate dreams. Summon it, and it would eat away all your nightmares and leave you with comfortable slumber. Fail to satisfy it, however, and it would eat everything else as well, leaving your life colorless and without meaning.

The demon - the baku - trilled happily and scooted closer to him, even going to far as to nuzzle him. It seemed content with him, and he had no doubt that it was because of his dream; perhaps it was so delicious, so heart-rendingly nightmarish that the demon had grown addicted. Because of a life that he could not remember, A-ya had attracted the attention, and favor, of such a terrifying creature.....

          “Y-You want to stay with me?” 

His voice came out trembling even as he tried to control himself. A torrent of emotions gripped him, and to anyone else, he would seem paralyzed by fear. But rather, it was the opposite. This was a world where ferocious demons existed alongside humans, and now it was a world where he could use them to his advantage, spread rumors and tell lies and perhaps make this life terrifying and heart-pounding and a little more interesting-

His heart stopped at the mere thought of it.

          “Okay.”

It was one word, but the baku perked up, letting out yet another trill that sounded vaguely like the word moon. It was happy, and he breathed a small sigh of relief; as long as it was satiated, it would listen to him, and a dream-eating demon was such a nice ally to have on his side.

He didn’t even care if it ate his hopes and dreams. After all, it wasn’t like he had any to begin with.

          “Let’s have some fun.”

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{ UNFOLLOW

to be affiliated with parallel regions

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someone: don’t me: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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【 good artist // best friend 】

                                       umetarou nozaki // gsnk // for @yumenxsakiko

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【 crescent moon // beautiful weapon 】

                                             aesthetic: mikazuki munechika // tkrb // for @lumenisse

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the whole gang is here!

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Words broken like limbs, screams echoing from every corner of a cramped hiding spot, the sharp edge of a metal blade cutting into him as the world spins and red coats the floor like rusted ichor-

                                         -it’s a world he doesn’t know exists.

Or rather, it’s a world he shouldn’t know exists, but there’s an itch at the back of his mind, a fleeting terror that grips his heart as he wakes up from the same dream that plagues every night. Perhaps it’s the same dream, at least, for he wakes up with the same range of emotions- despair, lack of control and the imminent fear of death. He doesn’t know, specifically, if the same scenes cause the same reactions, because they’re gone as soon as he opens his eyes, but there’s a suspicion.

It’s been this way for days, the nights that seem to drag on endlessly, just for hours to be forgotten upon awaking; despite the palpitations of his heart convincing him otherwise, he almost wishes that he could remember what puts him so on edge. It would undoubtedly be more exciting than whatever he’s encountered so far.

Still, Koi seems to be interesting, at least compared to the school that had offered them nothing but a failed attempt at Kokkuri-san and no reward to go by. 

He misses B-ko,                (she’s right behind you, ring ring- don’t pick it up but you were never                                                                                                   that s m a r t, were you?)                              D-ne,                                 (prove your innocence, stab her in the back and hope she                                                                        doesn’t catch you, traitor traitor t r a i t o r-)                                         and C-ta, of course.                                               (imposter! imposter! imposter! there’s no reason to                               run when your other self is moving closer so just accept your f a t e-)

But perhaps, if this place has as much potential as it tries to tout, he can try to live without them for a while.

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test.

a-ya

b-ko

c-ta

d-ne

a-no

b-ka

c-na

d-suke

e-ki