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((Heyo! Name’s Blue! Do you like Dragon Trainers? Do you like trainers that just LOVE to battle? Do you like dragon boys that can also be pretty dumb? Akio here is your guy!))

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#promo the friend

3000yearmonarch-archived

Hiatus update

((Me: I would die for the Hisuian evolutions and variants.

Pokémon of Hisui: You will.

Hey all, I was planning to check in with an update anyways, but the release of all the big Sinnoh news just happened to line up, too. I’m hyped for more worldbuilding both for here (bc who says these two never went to Hisui?) and for Falk’s ancient verse.

However! As much as I’m chomping at the bit to be back here, I may be out of commission a little longer. Summer camps have ended, and while this has had an immediate positive impact on my mental health (I loved camps, but boy was it rough this year), I still have a lot of big decisions to make, and I’m shaky at best. I’m also looking into the future (either replacing my retail job, or maybe taking some classing part-time in the Spring), which is very stressful for me. On top of that is a lot of events, including one of my cousin’s weddings.

So I’m estimating I’ll be back near the end of September. I may sneak on to do little things here and there (Charlie is still far from trained, but I’m at least able to occasionally be on the computer, like right now), but for the most part consider the hiatus continued.

I’ll reblog this to the other blogs, too. And if you want to stay in contact with me, feel free to ask for my personal (where I never shut up). I’m trying to check in at least once a week. Your best bet to reach me on my rp blogs is here, on Pasc.

Be safe all.))

#out of words #pokemon spoilers

3000yearmonarch-archived

Hiatus notice

((Alright, it's three hours later, and I think I've decided it's best I take a hiatus. I'm in a very bad place mentally, and for the most part I just feel unwanted in the community. There are those who I know care about me, and honestly they are amazing, but they're a tiny minority and I don't want to monopolize them. So for who knows how long, I'm going away.

I'll be checking in maybe once a week just to see if there are any replies or maybe ask answers, or maybe post art like I did last night, but that's it.

When I come back I'll probably also unfollow a lot of blogs I've tried to interact with that have shown no interest in me or my muses, because honestly that hurts a lot too. Like I get they can't interact with everyone, and that's fair, but when I send every meme I constantly can and never get any back or even a like on any post, I really shouldn't be giving them my time. I can't do all of them, because then I'd miss a lot of what going on with the dash, but I'll do what I can. Maybe that will make things better.

As most know, I don't use d.iscord, so if you want my personal blog please let me know before tomorrow (7/5) at around 5. Preferably, contact me on @3000yearmonarch .

Thanks. ))

#out of words #I'll reblog to the other two later so as not to spam

sir-huffman:

︱𝓗e was very good at keeping track of everything that happened within the castle, had eyes and ears everywhere and knew when things were in disarray. And it was after a few days, almost a week, perhaps it was even longer, that he knew something was wrong - oh he knew alright - with Jules.

She was avoiding him, and it wasn’t too hard to take a gander that she was still traumatized by the punishment she had received for he misbehaviors. Granted, it was a small punishment, but it cut deeper - much deeper - then both of them intended it to be. After all, even he had a throbbing pain in his chest whenever he looked at her. Especially when all he could see is the entrails of her dress turning a corner or the back of her head, brunette locks moving behind her.

Huffman had, admittedly, hoped she’d come around that they could return to everything as usual, but it clearly wasn’t going to happen. The knight had to take action, they needed to talk, and even though he knew he should give her space…it was also his duty to take responsibility for his actions. Even the ones when his hand was forced.

The knight had seen her, she must have misstepped or he must have gotten lucky. And he was more willing to bet on the latter seeing how Jules was always level headed and he wouldn’t underestimate her. So as their eyes locked and it was just the two of them, in their time of leisure, Huffman knew this was his chance. It may be not the right time, but he knew this was a rare chance he would get especially if she wouldn’t let this happen again.

So Huffman gave chase, knowing the layout of the castle all too well and was able to keep her at least within line of sight. It was the small things, the sound of her footsteps or the ends of her clothes turning a corner. He was able to catch up to her, where they were alone - funny how this feeling was so familiar yet it carried a different weight.

The knight slowly approached her when she was cornered, or was too exhausted to continue to move, or simply thought she lost him. He kept a good distance away, giving her room, but was within earshot so that he didn’t have to raise his voice.

❝ 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 ❞

Those were the only words he could say. That’s all he wanted to say, he couldn’t even bring up her name. And that thought alone, the realization of the inability to even say her name out loud made the heart in his chest drop. Before long, his vision strained and he realized the way his breathing had changed as well.

❝ 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆… ❞ he repeated again. inhaling through his nose and looked away. Tears were brimming at his eyes, something he didn’t know could happen in a situation like this. Sure he’s cried before, but never…never like this. His voice cracked a little. ❝ … 𝗜- 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. ❞

When it felt like she couldn’t go any farther, her chest so tight that it stung to breath, she stopped. Surely this was far enough. Surely he hadn’t even bothered to follow her.

Oh how she was wrong.

Those two words sent a chill down her spine, all of her muscles tensing and ready to run. And yet...Jules found her feet firmly rooted to the ground, unable to ignore the pain in his voice. Had Huffman really chased her all the way here just to say that? As much as a part of her begged her to run, warned her that he wasn’t done hurting her, some fear of hurting him stopped her. Her words didn’t reflect that, however.

“And why are you crying?” It wasn’t so much a question as a sharp jab, and she wasn’t sure how much she meant it. There was a deep-seated anger that demanded to be felt-he had to know how much she had suffered because of him, and yet he had the gall to hunt her down right now and apologize? Both of them knew her punishment wouldn’t have been nearly as bad if it hadn’t been him delivering it. And now he couldn’t even give her the mercy of leaving her alone?

This whirlwind of emotions was making her light-headed. Thoughts were blurring together, fueling the tears. The only thing she knew for sure was that she couldn’t turn around and face him.

After a few moments, the anger waned slightly. Enough for her to talk, though her words still had a bite to them.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay out of your hair from now on.” So much conveyed in just a few words: yes, she intended to keep snooping, but she wouldn’t let herself get caught again. The implication that she wouldn’t be asking for his help anymore. And, perhaps, the promise that he wouldn’t have to go through this again.

Was that her way of sparing him?

#sir huffman #servant girl au #torture tw #I had to get to this immediately #I'M SO SORRY HUFFMAN SHE DOESN'T MEAN IT #SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS FEELINGS THING EITHER #this is so painful ;-;#*lays down with you to make a cuddle puddle*

@renaissanceduroi

A nervous breath. Jules closed her eyes, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear as she stood outside the headquarters for Lysandre Labs. The Lysandre Labs. Around her, people went about their day, walking down the street and using their Holocasters like they normally might. Meanwhile, she was a mess.

She was new still. Green. How on Earth had she landed an interview with the Lysandre, of all people? A Kalosian icon. Someone who surely had more important things to do than entertain the questions of a budding reporter.

Another breath. She went over her list.

Dressed as professionally as possible? Check. Hair curled, clothes pressed, shoes spotless, and even the slightest hint of makeup on her normally bare face.

Supplies? Notebook with questions, voice recorder, her card? Check.

Her introduction? Planned, and rehearsed the entire walk here. Check.

Emotionally prepared? Absolutely not.

Just the thought of meeting such a powerful and influential man had her legs shaking. What if she said the wrong thing? How would that reflect on her and, more important, on the Press? But it was too late to back out now, and while there was a high chance she was going to make a fool of herself, flaking out when he’d made time for this interview would certainly be a disaster.

So, summoning up all of her courage, the young woman entered the building with her head held high, immediately heading for the front desk and donning her best smile.

“Hello, my name is Jules Saint-Michelle, and I’m with the Lumiose Press. I’m here for an interview?”

#renaissanceduroi #it's finally here!#thank you for your patience-I hope this works as a starter #please let me know if I need to change it #(but also take your time bc I saw you said you have a busy week coming up!)

@sir-huffman

It wasn’t uncommon for her to go a few days without seeing Huffman. Even though they both worked in the castle, they might as well belong to two different words, after all. There was nothing wrong with it.

However...never before had it been intentional.

Not for the first time, their eyes met from across a room, and her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. She had no choice but to turn tail, fleeing to the hall and away from him. Once she was out of sight, Jules quickened her pace, hoping to lose him in the maze of corridors. Perhaps he wasn’t even following her (something she tried to reassure herself was likely the case), but better safe than sorry.

She was a good way down the hall before she felt the teardrops forming at the corners of her eyes. Her body still hurt from the punishment she’d received at Huffman’s hand. It replayed in her head constantly.

Even though she knew deep down that his actions weren’t his choice, and that he’d warned her that there was a cruel punishment awaiting should she be caught snooping, her heart still cried ‘traitor’ whenever Jules saw him, still filled with fear and pain. How in the heavens was she supposed to face him ever again?

So she ran. Every single time, she dropped whatever she was doing, not even bothering to make an excuse, and ran. It was just safer.

She didn’t even bother to look where she was going, simply seeking out somewhere deserted where she could will her heart to still.

#sir huffman #servant girl au #torture tw #>:)c #time for angst

@kavepave asked: “Look at me. you’re gonna be okay.” Probably set during the initial invasion/evacuation of their village!

((From a meme over on @3000yearmonarch))

Jules couldn’t look her friend in the eye, instead keeping her head down as the tear rolled down her cheeks.

She was scared, so scared. The world was on fire around them.

She wasn’t going to be okay, she was so sure of it. Unlike Iris, she wasn’t strong or fierce. As a troublemaker, there was nothing she could offer in this war, and nothing she could count on for survival. How was she supposed to believe she would be okay?!

Her shoulders trembled with barely-restrained sobs as she clung to Iris. Iris was no doubt going to leave her, too. What would she have then?

#kavepave #letters to LP #sorry have an emotional jules #au tag pending

imbicilite:

“I LOVE YOU SIS, BUT I AM NOT getting involved in this at all.”

“That’s no fun.” She huffed with exasperation. Fine, she wouldn’t push the issue. “I’ll just have to figure out a way to do it myself...you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

#imbicilite #servant girl au

imbicilite:

“CORRECTION— YOU. YOU are the only one who can get away with this. I’m not risking my sorry arse for whatever disloyal, treasonous stunts you’ve conjured up.”