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𝚅𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙴𝚂.exe   …   𝗡𝗢𝗪   ⟳ 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚    █████  ... .        ✦

⸝⸝     # ( v𝓲rtual𝓲zes ) , a private #𝙿𝙺𝙼𝙽★𝙾𝙲,     written     by     valentine/mimi,     loosely     based     in     𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓⅋𝐕𝓲𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓.     this     is     a     headcanon-forward     interpretation     of     lore,     &     as     such     dark     themes     may     be     present.     other     game-canon     &     lore     will     also     be     present. .        ✦

𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴 : carrd. p𝓲nterest. spot𝓲fy. rph.

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hot milk.

dialogue prompts from hot milk by deborah levy.

if my laptop is broken, so am i.

will you still be here in a month?

they used to film spaghetti westerns here.

i don't have an occupation, so much as i have a preoccupation.

i'm starting to think you want to keep me here.

i want a bigger life.

some things are getting bigger, but not the right things.

may i refer to you as _____?

identity is always difficult to guarantee.

memory is not always reliable.

jesus called his mother 'woman'.

i don't know why i'm so frightened.

i failed my test four times.

can you ride a horse?

i didn't mean to frighten you.

it's not your fault. i was frightened, anyway.

when i look in the mirror, i do not recognize myself.

you are always so far away.

you smell like the ocean. like a starfish.

i picked these flowers for you.

i want to mess up the story i've been told about myself.

my whole life has been about endurance.

my first enemy and adversary is endurance.

let's take twenty minutes for a coffee and a pastry.

where have you got to by trying to please everyone all the time?

it seems like i am always freaking you out.

does that feel nice?

shall i lie with you for a while?

if you want me to go away, why don't you say so?

i need to be bolder.

everyone is a field study to you.

you are getting bolder.

do i look like i am thriving?

i feel completely safe in your hands.

i will have to be your eyes.

have you ever said what you've meant in your life?

i am wounded with desire, and i am ready for the ordeal of love.

one is not born, but rather becomes, a chameleon.

guilt is very disabling.

i have no grip on time anymore.

my own sexuality is an enigma even to me.

i'm not sure what it is that you want for me.

my life isn't enviable. even i don't want it.

i suppose i am boring you. i am bored, too.

i am not okay, not at all, and haven't been for some time.

i'm not sure what the rules are anymore.

i am panging for artisan coffee.

are you anticapitalist?

all greek myths are about unhappy families.

i am freer than i've ever been.

you were only a child.

you look like a popstar.

all you need is a guitar and a band.

you are obsessed with me.

your boundaries are made from sand.

i do know how to keep a secret.

it's unfortunate. you are always here when i am here.

something about you touches me very deeply.

you're my _____. your pains are my pains.

i often fear the future has already happened.

i'm not sure what kind of reality i'm living in right now.

sleep is for happier people.

i'm afraid to sleep.

why are you dead, when you are alive?

we have to mourn our dead, but we cannot let them take over our life.

is it easier to surrender to death than to life?

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@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.    

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YAYYYY PRIDE MONTH rena is nb femme presenting, bisexual!!

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𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧,       after    all.

⸝⸝       #  (  v𝓲rtual𝓲zes  )     ,    a  private  #𝙿𝙺𝙼𝙽★𝙾𝙲,      written      by      mimi,      loosely      based      in      𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓⅋𝐕𝓲𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓.      this      is      a      headcanon-forward      interpretation      of      lore,      ⅋      as      such      dark      themes      may      be      present.      other      game-canon      ⅋      lore      will      also      be      present.

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𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧,       after    all.

⸝⸝       #  (  v𝓲rtual𝓲zes  )     ,    a  private  #𝙿𝙺𝙼𝙽★𝙾𝙲,      written      by      mimi,      loosely      based      in      𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓⅋𝐕𝓲𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓.      this      is      a      headcanon-forward      interpretation      of      lore,      ⅋      as      such      dark      themes      may      be      present.      other      game-canon      ⅋      lore      will      also      be      present.

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@virtualizes : akechi has always felt pride in his ability to remain ever composed, on the exterior, in remaining the very definition of calm, cool, collected regardless of the situation; seldom has he ever felt something as agonizing as embarrassment     &͟.     yet here he is, with this sentiment setting his neurons on fire. thank arceus he hadn’t ingested the treat just yet, he would never live it down if that were the case.     ❝     i can assure you that i’m aware it’s meant for pokémon, i simply wanted to make sure it hadn’t reached its expiration date yet,     ❞     liar.     //   ♡!

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❛    …    it's   printed   on   the   label?    ❜    rena   gazes   at   him   in   disbelief.    she   chose   not   to   say   anything   else,    at   least   to   save   his   dignity.    as   she   digs   through   her   bag,    she   pulls   out   a   much   more   people-friendly   treat,    at   least   to   give   him   something   to   eat   if   he   was   hungry.    (    that's   why   he   was   doing   that,    right?    )    ❛    here,    eat   this   maybe?    ❜

[reshiram]

     love takes time? okay, true, she isn’t wrong about that, however … in a video game, it should be easier, simpler, not as anger inducing to accomplish just one specific task. is it immature to get so annoyed by a mii not doing what he wants it to do? well, yes. does he care? absolutely not. she’s seen him at his worst, this is nothing in comparison to anything else she’s witnessed in their time spent together.     ❝     she’s liked every mii on my island besides the one i created in my likeness, mind you,     ❞     he’s convinced that if he simply deleted all the miis even that wouldn’t do anything, she would simply never develop a crush.     ❝     i’m going to delete her as punishment, so she can think about what she did before i remake her.     ❞     

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❛    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!!    ❜

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HELP WHAT THE HELL I JUST SAW THE TUMBLR AUTOMATIC REBLOG THING IMA CRY WHY DID IT REBLOG MY THREAD

[reshiram]

     it’s welcomed,     the reassurance for what seems to soon be the inevitable——     the prospect of falling asleep in her arms,     to allow the pulling drowsiness to overcome him.     with her it’s easy,     simple,     the way it’s meant to be     /     no tension or fear of being at his most vulnerable,     when he can’t tell left from right,      the simplicities of simply being;     he hardly registers the mingling of their digits,     of the clasping of their palms together but even so,     subconsciously,     he gives her hand a faint squeeze in return,     once they’ve settled fully.     even if it’d all been for nought the smell of freshly baked cookies is still just as soothing,     regardless of their untimely demise,     ever comforting even if he has nothing to show for the smell,     nothing to actually savor     &͟.     indulge in.     surely they could go out,     make a date of it     …     somehow,     running errands to buy store brand sweets but at this point he’d rather relish in her presence in silence than be subjected to the harsh lighting of the grocery store,     to the obnoxious chatter of the outside world.

     ❝     i was     …     just joking.     m’not     …     gonna fall asleep,     ❞     he is,     they both know he will eventually,     better to do it here,     with her than to do it in the middle of a grocery store aisle because arceus knows he would,     he has no care for human society’s arbitrary rules,     if he’s exhausted he’ll lay on the ground     &͟.     take a nap,     thank you very much!     (     or well,     on his own,     perhaps not when he has rena accompanying him because he doubts she would follow suit     &͟.     do the same.     )     nonetheless he’s exactly where he needs to be,     relishing in the warmth of the living room,     next to her,     with his espeon resting on the opposite side of the couch,     nosy as she is.     (     they’re hardly talking,     he hasn’t a clue what sort of information she’s trying to scope out in the first place.     )

     ❝     m'not tired,     ❞     horrible liar that he is;     the yawn that escapes him right after calls his bluff but he remains adamant,     even though he hasn’t moved an inch,     hasn’t even attempted to open his eyes in order to make his comment sound convincing.     perhaps it would sound like the truth if he actually tried to make it seem possible but he doesn’t budge,     not a semblance of alertness to his name.     he’s practically a minute away from falling asleep,     hell,     even that’s too gracious,     he’s seconds away from that.     ❝     just     …     thirty seconds and we can——     we can get back to baking.     ❞     

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❛    thirty   seconds.    of   course.    ❜    a   white   lie.    rena   had   already   seen   the   results   of   his thirty   seconds   before.    the   now   messy   pastries,    the   paw   prints   all   over   the   kitchen,    &    the   way   he'd   spent   almost   the   entire   time   fussing   over   details   that   even   she   wouldn't   notice.    she   knew   just   how   much   effort   went   into   anything   he   makes,    especially   towards   the   people   he   loves…    his   sisters,    most   of   all.    (    she's   always   liked   listening   to   him   talk   about   them.    there   was   something   different   about   his   expression   whenever   he   had   the   chance   to   talk   about   them.    something   gentle.    )       of   course,    this   just   meant   that   she'd   have   to   stick   around   a   little   longer   to   keep   him   company.    not   that   she   minded.

her   expression   softens   while   he   makes   himself   comfortable,    her   posture   bending   instinctively to   accommodate   him.    she   fit   around   him   naturally,    almost   as   if   she'd   done   this   over   a   dozen   times   now.    it   doesn't   register   that   she's   smiling   until   much,    much   later.    &    truthfully…    she's   tired,    too.    she'd   drag   herself   out   of   bed   much   earlier   than   normal,    stumbling   through   her   routine,    half-awake,    then   making   the   trip   all   the   way   to   his   apartment   from   a   few   towns   over   had   already   taken   it's   toll   on   her.    

but,    all   of   that   effort   was   worth   it   the   moment   she'd   arrived.    

now   that   they're   cuddled   up,    warm    &    comfortable,    &    safely   hidden   away   from   the   world…    exhaustion   seemed   to   creep   in.    

❛    mmh...    ❜    the   sound   is   little   more   than   a   sleepy   hum.    one   of   her   hands   reaches   for   his   sleeve   absentmindedly,   fingers   curling   loosely   into   the   fabric   as   if   anchoring   herself   there.    if   anything,   she   leans   into   him   a   little   more,   content   to   borrow   his   warmth   for   a   while   longer,   listening   to   the   steady   sounds   of   the   apartment   around   them   and   enjoying   the   rare   comfort   of   just   being   with   him.

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dude i am so sorry for not being here. between work kicking my ass and people genuinely being so mean to me there has just killed me tbh. i am in dms still but ;___;

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i was grinding on comms but tomorrow i Will Be Here

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@vishe : shadow is staring, unsure yet menacingly. his arms crossed over that white chest of his, per usual.... " hmph. "

❛    don't   be   like   that.    come   eat,    okay?    ❜    rena   is   patting   the   seat   next   to   her————————    waiting   for   him   to   come   around.    she   didn't   have   much   to   begin   with,    but   she'd   still   share   with   him   even   if   he   didn't   ask!    ❛    …    should   i   make   something   else   next   time?    ❜

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since it was mothers day (belated to me if you wanna wish me one) i wanna share some rena mama lore :

- came from paldea's future— she got caught up in the area zero mess, the crater is primarily where she crawled out of along with other people and pokemon. her physiology is not that much different, but she's a bit taller than the average person. she sits around (5'10"-(5'11"), and merely claims (as scientists suggested) that she's mixed from somewhere else, despite being 100% from paldea. this kinda shows in rena, who is a bit taller than average (5'8"), but primarily gets her height from her kantonian father, her sits at a more comfortable height of (5'6").

- she doesn't have a name yet, but i've been teeter-totering between alma and paloma simply because i think they're cute... but since rena is technically brazilian-japanese in irl terms, i may dive into more brazilian based names vs spanish ones. however i really want a name based on light / any possible sparkling name... rena's mother kind of resembles the paldean champion in the way that she's entirely radiant and almost eerily calm. she doesn't like to appear in any photgraphy because for whatever reason, the technology in this era cannot caputure her likeness. ( always just a little bit too blurry, or she washes out in the picture. could possibly be because of the level of terestal energy from her era ).

- her home is right on the edge of the research lab— scientists built it for her and rena when she was pregnant. :) however rena merely remained at the uva/naranja academy for most of her primary life, and merely left when she turned 18 to unova as a way to find herself. rena's mom, however, elected to finally come back go area zero, and live among its constituents.

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do you do graphic commissions? your style is lovely ❤️

hi hi! i do :) theres a queue of three people but just dm me! you can also check me out at @poetryrph

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nrena is so funny because imagine falling in love so deeply and intimately where u end up moving in together only for ur lover to up and disappear when his unintentional (on his end) crime syndicate commits mass hysteria onto the public so he disappears from everybody. Including You. so you go home because you can't stand being in the empty apartment u share. u go home to the thing you've been trying to avoid and in doing so, you go to the very center where it all began and you fall apart at the seams. you are rebuilt quite Literally piece by piece after your horrific accident and your only memory of this guy is him before you're left behind cruelly so you don't even remember how you got home in the first place. is that a second chance for him? who knows.

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like this and i'll put rena (or a friend!) in your inbox!!!