denoument:

&.     who am i if not     exploited?

[reshiram]

     #𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌˳ᐟ     a private,     highly selective,     headcanon - based     &͟.     canon divergent blog dedicated to the narration of     N     of pokémon's black     &     white.     puppeteered by touya since march 2025.     remade december 2025.     [   21,     he/him ONLY,     japanese + mexican.   ]

                    fandomless verse:    here!

𝐈.     ABOUT   /   HC TAG.      𝐈𝐈.     ART CREDS.     𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬   below .

traveling unova with   ...   lovesfolly   ☆   cher1shball   ☆   electrivolt   ☆   rockheadcd   ☆   solaurous   ☆   killdevil   ☆   mebuku   ☆   virtualizes   ☆   dissolutio ...   ❤︎!

i.     i work at a specialty + emergency animal hospital ( 12+ hour shifts, 5 days a week. )     &͟.     am also a veterinary medicine student, so activity will be sporadic, but i try to write at least one thing a day because it helps me focus on things that aren’t school     &͟.    work. spanish is my first language, japanese is my second     &͟.     english is my third, please be nice if i make grammar mistakes or i’ll cry, i use english the least in my daily life.

ii.     my N's portrayal is mostly based on game canon but i also take inspiration from the pokespe manga     &͟.     other sources. his personality is a mesh of all medias he's involved in, i pick     &͟.     choose as i please for his personality.

iii.     this blog is multi - ship     &͟.     i will ship things if i can see the chemistry between both muses as long as both characters are adults. you can always approach me to ship, i prommy i don’t bite + i’m always happy to do one-sided stuff, just know that i practice ship exclusivity so if you ship with me i won’t be shipping with another version of your muse     &͟.     i expect the same back, with the occasional exception if our dynamic is different enough than the other person you ship with who writes the same muse. i'm more likely to ship with people i already know very well but don't be afraid to ask!

keep in mind that my default ship is with my dearest mimi's     rena     &͟.     she is the muse n is talking about unless specified otherwise if conversations involving romance are ever brought up in character. she is an integral part to my n's lore &͟.  if you're someone who gets pissy over ocs being important to canon characters just block meeeee because idgaf, have some fun &͟.  whimsy damn.

iv.     my formatting is spaced the way it is because i am visually impaired     &͟.      would like to be able to reread my writingwithout the spaces everything looks jumbled to shit     &͟.      it all looks smushed to me     &͟.      straining to read things makes my head hurt + exacerbates my seizure disorder. you don't have to space your replies out, i automatically do it by putting them into a spacing generator because it only takes a few extra seconds. if you get on my ass for doing something that aids me i'm just going to block you, i don't care. save us both the trouble     &͟.      don't follow me.

v.     no incest, pedophilia, pokephilia or bestiality. the amount of people who think others would be interested in pokephilia especially, just because N can understand these animals, is insane. fuck off.

vi.     i'm not associated with the pkmn rpc at all     &͟.      i never follow anyone from it first nor do i ever intend to. if someone from the rpc follows me first i'm highly likely to follow back but i don't go out of my way to interact with the community     &͟.      i hardly follow anyone from there as it is now. i've had many terrible experiences with the rpc itself on many different sites     &͟.      have been groomed     &͟.      treated like shit many a time so i'd prefer not to get involved with any of it. i primarily interact with blogs for many other different fandoms     &͟.      often ocs because i LOVE ocs, though this doesn't mean i'll block you or send you away for being a pkmn blog, i'm just wary if we aren't already friends, i'm nice i prommy.

vii.     some of the art here is mine, such as art used in certain graphics     &͟.     icons + etc. i have an art cred page     &͟.     credit art that i've used     &͟.     if i make a promo the art creds will always be linked in the post itself.

viii.     for transparency’s sake i’m a DID system. i am 21 as an individual, but i do not age, i stay 21 no matter what. the body, however, is 23 as of february 14. this is something i have always been transparent about. i will always write the body age separately so people are aware. read   this  on alters     &͟.     aging if you’d like to educate yourself on this as a concept!

ix.     N     &͟.      i are both autistic     &͟.      it's a fact i will talk about a lot on this blog. this blog is also incredibly sex positive     &͟.      there WILL be nsfw content on here from time to time because i'm tired of people seeing neurodivergent individuals as children     &͟.      think autistic adults can't have sex. N fucks i fear.

[reshiram]

@efloresce : yes, he’d known it was going to rain today. yes, he’d seen that it was going to be a torrential downpour     &͟.     that, yes, a majority of the streets would be flooded as a result. had he decided to come &͟. get her despite that, for a task that wasn’t even crucial to get done today anyway? well, yes to that too. ( no raincoat, no boots, nothing, just his regular plain clothes. ) he probably looks like a dog that’s jumped into a pool, soaked as he is, his clothes clinging to his form     &͟.     his hair flat     &͟.     lifeless from all the water. he doesn’t even wait to explain himself once she opens her door to his incessant knocking, merely barges in like he owns the place, his zorua in tow. ( at least he’d had half the mind to dress her for the weather so she remains unscathed     &͟.     dry. thank arceus. ) ❝ took you eons to come to the door, i was freezing outside. ❞     // ❤︎!

[xyumeni]

"wait-- you seriously have that kind of money?" and cue rei actually being surprised by that fact. he clearly doesn't look like he's loaded. she would have never guesed. "you're joking, right? i mean, how do you even have that much money?"

it must be nice to be rich. rei could only imagine the kinds of things she'd buy if she she had that much money.

[reshiram]

      ❝ yeah … ? ❞ does he look broke? like he’s living on his last dime? not that he’d care if he does, other people’s perception of him is the last thing on his mind, he has more important matters to fixate on than what others think of him but … is it truly that surprising? it’s father dearest’s money if anyone would like to be technical but … with that man in prison &͟. with N free from his clutches it’s his money now, mostly. ( never having to worry about getting a job has its grand perks. )

          ❝     i just do,     ❞     a shrug. hell, even he doesn’t know how his father accumulated that much money in the past 15 years or so but clearly he had something successful on the side to rack it all up. ( perhaps the business endeavors under the guise of team plasma’s work for advocating for pokémon rights? probably. )     ❝     i could buy you a few nendoroids too, if you care for those at all.     ❞     

[reshiram]

hi gay ppl in my phone ^_^

[reshiram]

@violevina :     ❝     i wasn’t scared,     ❞     though the immediate grasp for her hand would say otherwise; it’s no secret that he has an irrational fear of ghost types, or, well … the first few seconds after encountering one is when the adrenaline kicks in the most / a minute or so after the first meeting     &͟.     he’s just fine, greeting any     &͟.     every ghost type within his proximity as if it were a close friend he hasn’t seen in ages——      he forces a cough into a fist, rips his hand away from her’s with a quickness.     ❝     it just caught me off guard is all.     ❞     // ❤︎!

[virtualizes]

❛    delete   her...?    n,    that's   so   mean!    ❜    she   couldn't   help   that   the   mii   made   in   her   likeness   wasn't   madly   in   love   with   him   yet!    couldn't   he   just   drag   her    &    have   her   meet   with   him   instead?    they   were   already   ultra   friends,    whatever   that   meant,    would   he   rather   she   not   exist   at   all?!    she   languishes   rather   dramatically   as   she   sprawls   herself   across   his   lap,    clearly   pouting   that   he'd   even   say   such   a   thing!    ❛    give   her   a   chance!    she   doesn't   know   better!!    ❜

[reshiram]

     mean? he could be worse than that—— hell, he could isolate her on a far away island, away from the rest of his miis     &͟.     hope she goes insane, he could gift her the ugliest outfits available     &͟.     make her walk out into civilization like that, to embarrass herself; if anything he’s being far too nice in this situation, yes, she isn’t a sentient creature, just pixels within a screen on a game console but he feels as if he’s being purposely rage baited. ( if that’s the case, it’s working like intended. ) ❝ i’ve given her many chances, ❞ fifty chances actually &͟. yes, he’s been counting.     ❝     to the torture chamber she goes.     ❞     

[virtualizes]

@reshiram : “it’s a promise ring,”     sheepish,     bashful,     clearly a bit timid to be presenting her something this important but he’d taken the leap anyway;     it’s not an engagement ring,     not him asking for her hand in marriage or     …     well     …     not officially.     (     technically it’s almost as if he’s calling dibs because he does intend to make her his wife,     eventually,     when the time comes.     but today is not the day.     soon though.     soon enough.     once he gets his shit together for good.     )     “give me your hand.”

❛    a   promise   ring…?    ❜    the   words   leave   her   almost   breathless,    soft    &    delicate,    almost   as   if   speaking   too   loudly   may   disrupt   the   fragility   of   whatever   had   settled   between   them.    for   a   moment,    the   world   seemed   to   quiet   around   them————————    but,    without   hesitation,    she   places   her   hand   within   his.    her   fingers,    trembling   slightly   as   they   settle   into   his.    a   promise   ring.    to   anybody   else,    it   may   have   just   been   a   simple   token,    a   sweet   gesture   exchanged   between   people   who   cared   deeply   for   one   another.   but…    to   her,    it   feels   impossibly   large.    it's   so   much   more   than   just   a   ring,    it's   a   promise   to   stay———————    of   choosing   her,    against   all   odds,    &    even   when   life   becomes   uncertain…    it's   staying,    despite   it   all.

to   rena…    it   represents   all   of   the   mornings,    &    quiet   evenings   they've   spent   in   unova.    all   of   the   sunsets,    &    the   aches   between.    the   ring   is   the   only   shape   the   promise   has   taken…    but   it   represents   everything.    her   throat   tightens   unexpectedly.    so   many   unknowns    &    uncertainties   in   her   life,    so   many   things   that   just…    didn't   make   sense.    she   learned   a   long   time   ago   that   things   were   never   as   they   seem.

but   here   she   was,    desperately   wanting   to   believe.    in   him,    in   a   future   together.    

[reshiram]

@lovesfolly : from the outside looking in they must look entirely inconspicuous, a couple on a walk with their most beloved pomeranian, hand in hand, the same puppy that attempts to bound further ahead, only to be pulled back by the straining of lead. their intentions are far from innocent, however, or at least his are——     they’ve walked past the building multiple times now, o’er      &͟.     o’er, to scope it out, to attempt      &͟.     decipher the easiest way to make it inside the structure undetected. ( it’ll be far easier when dusk has finally started to settle, or so he hopes. )     ❝     what do you think, mn? do you still think the window would be easiest?     ❞     // ❤︎!

[reshiram]

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[amemoire]

ㅤㅤWith a light chuckle, Flins welcomes the cat with open arms.   The assumption that he would fare any better was just as amusing as the situation itself.   It's not that animals disliked him; rather that there were some which preferred to keep a distance.   ( And some that insisted on coming by his home now and again ).   Thankfully, this one appeared to be just fine with the way it quieted and gave a friendly ‘ meow. ’

ㅤㅤ“ Now, now... there's no need for violence.   I'm just an innocent bystander. ”   Maybe that would be more convincing if he wasn't openly grinning.   “ Perhaps you simply grabbed her wrong ? ”

[reshiram]

          ❝     i know how to grab cats the right way,     ❞     animals in general, what with his experience with all kinds of creatures, domesticated      &͟.     feral alike——     it comes with the ability to understand them. it’s apparent via his facial expression that he’s taken some offense to that snide comment, akin to a bristling feline in comparison to the other’s composed demeanor. ( he’s acting much like the cat he’d been holding just a few moments ago. ) why is it that she seems so relaxed with the other but the exact opposite with him? no, he can’t have that, he’ll show him how to actually hold one of these creatures the correct way.

          ❝     give her back to me,     ❞     he bites back the now he’d intended to say.     ❝     you’re holding her wrong, i want her back.     ❞     

[dissolutio]

the atmosphere is foreboding as she steps into the office,  in a way that she doesn't like.  she finds that she can't quite bring herself to meet his eyes,  at least for now  —  instead fixing her gaze on the shadow of n cast on the wall by lamplight.   she's never found the boy in front of her intimidating …   ( really,  the fact that she thinks him a mere boy instead of a man is telling in of itself.   a man is someone in control of his own fate.   ghetsis,  his father is a man  —  not n,  who may as well be spun upon a marionette's threads. )   but simply from the heaviness he carries himself with in this moment,  evernight knows better than to toy with him,  at least this once.

her attention snaps back to him,  and she forces herself to look him in the eyes  —  she finds them even more lightless than hers,  darkness upon darkness swirling in his emerald stare.   she's always found them ironically pretty,  though she would never voice the sentiment aloud.

“  oh …   nothing,  ”     she hums,  feigning an innocence that doesn't fit her,  not when they both know the reality of what she is.   a smile twinkles across evernight's mouth,  coy and playful,  and she pulls up the chair to take a seat.   elbows on the desk,  she places her chin upon her folded hands and looks to him.     “  now,  what's going on ?   you're in such a sour mood,  i can tell …   i'm always here to lend an ear,  you know.  ”

[reshiram]

     nothing. the simplicity of the word causes his eye to twitch, equal parts vexation     &͟.     unease—— the audacity she has to be so nonchalant around him, when many an individual outside of this room flinches under his gaze / when he can turn many an executive into mush in the palms of his hands. perhaps it’s why he’d taken such a liking to her initially, begrudgingly as it was, because she doesn’t cower like they do, because she pushes back when he crosses a vague line set in the sand; when he raises his voice she does it back, every time, without missing a beat. it’s an ugly, rotten feeling, to find this sick fascination with her embedded into his sternum, how he thinks about her when he’s idling, with nothing else to ponder about, on the rare occasions where he’s allowed to have a moment to himself      &͟.     not drown ‘neath the weight of his responsibilities. ( it makes him sick. )

     he doesn’t flinch when her eyes meet his own, nor when she gets close enough to touch. something in his mind tells him to reach out &͟. grasp for her but he shakes it away much like a dog in the rain, splattering his surroundings with the remnants of that strange emotion. he has many a thing he’d like to say to her, apart from this but nowhere to start     &͟.     no idea how to rationalize it nor speak it into existence in a way that would be easy to comprehend / palatable. 

      ❝ you’re starting to really piss me off, ❞ not in the traditional way, not because he feels nothing but hatred for her but because it has started to extend past that     &͟.      the realization infuriates him. she needs to do something about it, she needs to fix it.     ❝     that’s all i had to say to you. i simply felt like wasting your time the same way you continue to waste mine.     ❞     

[reshiram]

sorry but rena is slurping that shit like she was in a desert and he's an oasis.

unraveling her at the seams has never been difficult, to have her squirming under his touch, to curl his fingers in just the right spot and watch her eyes roll back, to hear the delightful sound of birdsong fall from her mouth in the form of whiny sighs and equally as loud repetitions of his name / like a mantra. he’d expected the same, when the initial kiss had turned into two, when the second had become far more forceful, more pushy and his hands had begun to roam the expanse of skin ‘neath her shirt. simple, straightforward, with the same fervor of a man starved, ravenous, the imprint of his teeth pressed ‘gainst the skin of her neck, nothing but the insistent need to have her come undone at the forefront of his mind. he’s come to know every inch of her body like the back of his hand and so it’d felt right, to have her on the bed, back to the mattress, gaze upwards, something like a deerling caught in headlights, a hand ‘tween her trembling thighs, where the fabric of her skirt just barely shielded his palm from his own line of sight. 

he can’t recall why that’d changed; when his fingers had no longer been hooked ‘round the thin fabric of her panties, or when the words that had continuously fallen from his mouth had gone from demanding and controlling to praise / his mind is far too gone to care, to try and put the pieces together in order to recollect what has long been lost, what he knows for a fact, however, is that it’s easy to lose himself in the sensations, when every lap of her tongue is borderline overwhelming- his grip on her hair so hard his knuckles have slowly started becoming a ghastly white. 

even now, dizzy, desperately rolling his hips back ‘gainst her face to indulge in the feeling of her tongue he finds it difficult to deal with his lack of control, how the entirety of his pleasure is in her hands, how she keeps him from pushing back far too eagerly with a gentle hand ‘gainst an inner thigh where the soft skin is sticky with the slick that clings to him effortlessly; it must be equal parts her drool and saliva and equal parts the wetness that flows from him with ease at this point, though he feels not an ounce of shame or embarrassment when his focus is entirely on riding that sensation to completion, to chase that release.

it’s unlike him, to be so pathetically whiny, with the same bite as a chihuahua, just as harmless and pitiful, his frustrated noises paling in comparison to the breaths that get caught in his throat or how hard he pulls on the handful of hair within his grasp. over and over again. it’s hard to have a semblance of self restraint, to be as put together as he likes to portray himself, impossible to refrain from bucking his hips at every touch. she’s teasing him unfairly with those fingers of her’s, with how she had begun to delve one inside of him shallowly, only to rip it away with a quickness when a noise he’d never made before had been ripped from his throat.

arceus knows she’s torturing him.

his karma for edging her the way he does when the tables are turned, when it’s her squirming under him and not him begging her not to stop.

perhaps he’ll learn his lesson, absorb something from this, knowing him, however, he’ll be far worse to her the next time the positions are switched. for someone so high and mighty, so normally composed and self assured he’s nothing but a piteous puppy dog under her grip.

“keep going. don’t stop. don’t stop.”

[holyscorch]

yoru's expression hardly seems to shift despite n's visible anxiety -- but truthfully, he is most puzzled how or why he finds him ... scary. he's had no obvious difficulty getting along with the rest of his family; yet, it was also evidently clear yoru was a bit different from the rest of them, personality - wise. ( but did such a difference really make him so nervous ? ) ironically, when he first met with the green - haired traveler, he had the presumption the two of them were more relatable to each other than n with the rest of his family. it didn't necessarily bother him to see n obviously prioritizing more engagement with the rest of his family -- he was ultimately indifferent, not taking it to heart and engaging with n only whenever he'd speak with him. ... but obviously, as someone deeply intimate with his elder brother, it's only inevitable n would have to face yoru in this odd ... battle with his timidity.

a brow is quirked when n obviously makes up his reasoning on the spot, but even yoru isn't so cruel to point it out. guess that's a first step to something. his eyes flicker back down on the book in his hand, tapping the front cover. " it's ... a romance novel. well, kind of. " normally, he'd be a little more shy about admitting that specific genre of his books, mostly due to prior experiences of being poked fun at for someone of his appearance liking something so intimate. ( unfortunate, but nothing he concerns himself with. )

" the plot's about a woman trying to go on a journey about self - discovery after enduring an awful arranged marriage. the book is framed like a love story, but it's more between who she is now and who she wants to be in the future. " the corner of his lips quirks up faintly into a subtle smile. " it's good ... i like it so far. "

[reshiram]

     oh thank arceus, he’s successfully removed the figurative spotlight off of himself, for the time being. he deflates considerably, shoulders no longer as tense as they once were, face not flushed as bright of a red as it had when he’d been subconsciously holding his breath. okay, maybe yoru isn’t that bad, not anything akin to the image he’d been oh so thoroughly convinced of. it’s not like he’d thought the other was a horrible person, nothing like that, especially not when he’s related to taiyou     &͟.     hikari, who he spends the majority of his time with but … he, like many other people, judges a book by its cover. ( a survival tactic he’d needed once upon a time, to protect himself from people with intentions to use him in some way. a skill he’d developed far too late, when everything had been said     &͟.     done. )

     his curiosity has officially been piqued. perhaps he’s making it far too evident, his affinity for such a genre of books because he sits upright, at attention, near instantaneously, as soon as the word romance hits his ears. call him a loser or what have you but novels that had anything to do with love have always been his favorite of the bunch, triumphant over any other types of drama, including war     &͟.     fantasy. if he were a yamper his tail would be wagging at mach speed, instead he conveys his excitement for the topic at hand with a faint shine in his eyes     &͟.     a stupidly boyish grin to match.

          ❝     i can give you recommendations,     ❞     hell, he can lend him many a book, what with the library of books he has at home, the bookcases ‘pon bookcases of novels alphabetized     &͟.     organized by both genre     &͟.     color. alright, he’s getting far too excited, he needs to tone it down a bit.     ❝     ——only if you want recommendations that is. sorry.     ❞     

[reshiram]

@xyumeni :     ❝     i’m going to leave you there,     ❞ to rot he wants to say but it feels particularly too harsh of a sentence when he means it playfully. ( it doesn’t help that his tone of voice is perpetually monotone     &͟.     lifeless either, it consistently makes whatever comes from his mouth sound significantly worse than he intends it to. ) one second she’d been walking ‘side him     &͟.     suddenly she was a few feet below ground, in some hole. huh, suppose the forest floor wasn’t as safe as he’d initially thought.     ❝     forever.     ❞     // ❤︎!

[solaurous]

❛  if i die, i'll come back to haunt yer' ass ! ❜   immediate response firm, frazzled fingers fly up to point accusingly at them, irises gleaming as bait sinks : ire rising to vocal folds & demeanour. hands on hips now as she considers her options either spit it out, or keep eating ; tempting fate since as illogical as it sounded, n's stupid words made her panic. a cough rising to throat that touko desperately surpressed, fighting for her life to not succumb to it. to let them win once again, a repeated pattern between these two really. one of them always 'rage baiting' the other with zero remorse. as if a light bulb has turned on, the young woman giggles ( nearly choking on the darn candy ) unwrapping another one with lightning speed & shoving it into their mouth : sharing is caring afterall right ? if she dies, they can die alongside her, like true besties & siblings in arceus. a devious laugh pearling from mouth like bubbles from soapy water, unsteady & fragile yet beautiful, she continued to savor the bonbon. ❛     now we can die together to the black mold. isn't that beautiful, my dear older brother ? texted riley that you're about to kick the bucket because of a candy.  ❜    

[reshiram]

     someone is a little upset it seems—— upset being an understatement. they don’t offer any reaction of substance, having become accustomed to her fiery attitude long ago; they merely shrug, like she’s said the most normal thing in the world, as if the concept of being perpetually haunted doesn’t send shivers down their spine. ( okay, maybe they’re a little scared of ghosts but everyone is to some extent, aren’t they? ) they attempt to shoo her away with a dismissive wave of hand, don’t bother looking in her direction whatsoever, instead entranced by the writing on the candy wrapper they hold ‘twixt digits. the ingredients seem simple enough &͟. though the expiration date had clearly been a few months prior it hadn’t smelled odd coming out of the wrapper——     from what they can tell the sticky residue smells just fine too, no traces of metaphorical poison. ( they know what mold smells like, they would’ve caught it immediately if that had been the case. they simply find joy in rage baiting the young woman they’ve come to consider something like a sister. ) she’s still here, still loitering, clearly not having taken the hint so they turn their gaze towards her, to begin to tell her off, vocally this time, only to be met with the worst possible outcome on the planet. logically, they know the candy isn’t actually riddled in fungus but the paranoia eats away at their brain because what if this piece specifically is moldy? even though her’s actually isn’t? fuck. they spit it out with a quickness, not without an exaggerated gag     &͟.     the utmost expression of betrayal. ❝ what is your problem?! come here, i’m going to get you! ❞

[reshiram]

@dissolutio : it’s been lost to time, what he’d initially meant to say to her, the purpose of having her step into the dimly lit office, illuminated just vaguely by the simple lamp ‘pon the desk where he’d taken his place. there’s many a thing he wants to say     &͟.     simultaneously nothing at all; it’s hard to get his thoughts in order, when seeing her alone evokes such intense sentiments. ( he can’t tell whether it’s anger or something far more complex, he’s never experienced this particular emotion——     it’s ugly     &͟.     all consuming     &͟.     quite frankly he wishes it would go away. she’s cast some sort of spell on him, she must have. )     ❝     what are you staring at? sit down.     ❞     // ❤︎!

[reshiram]

          ❝     sorry about the blood. the last person who came to my temple of worship was crushed tragically by a falling rock under very mysterious circumstances that had nothing to do with me whatsoever.     ❞