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𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒.

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𝐨𝟏. » i'm a generally slow roleplayer with not much time and the attention span of a goldfish, that loves to write a lot and jump constantly between muses: as such, all my blogs have fluctuating activity, almost constantly on the lower side. anything you will send i will reply to, it might just take some time! all the prompts i reblog never expire, so you can send one whenever you like.

𝐨𝟐. » i love all types of interactions and love improvising on prompts, so never fear to send me something, both from a list or completely original. i always love receiving them! if you are willing to, i'm always open for plotting, as certainly plotted threads keep my attention span longer. also, feel always free to drop threads with me if you have lost inspiration, i promise i won't get offended! we're here to write and have fun - if we're stuck, we can simply drop it and begin something else!

𝐨𝟑. » while talking about love is an aspect that would be interesting for me to explore with nanu, i'm not really interested in a romantic relationship for him at the moment. i think he's a little too closed for it and i'm interested in other topics, but this is not a 100% no: let's plot it in case! while i don't assure it will work, we can still talk about it and explore the possibility!

tumblr ims work when they want, and am not very present on the site through the day; if we're mutuals, you can always ask me for my discord!

» 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒. header and avatar are from 灰汁; all other art used in the icons are from shrimposaurus. all edited by me.

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@gnzma

Not exactly a hug either. He just. Kind of flops on Nanu? Head on top of the Kahuna, tiredly looking down at whatever he's doing.

enjoy the sight, guzma, he's reading. some kind of police story novel, one pencil beating slowly and rhythmically on the pages, with which he's taking annotations on it —— mostly making fun of it. it's a really bad police story.

« you're heavy. » he comments at some point. « hold yourself up a bit, will you. i'm not a chair. » / @gnzma

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“This was my fault.”

nanu glances briefly over hau, then back at the police station —— at the absolute mess that is inside. granted, it rarely is all tidy: living with way too many cats does that do your house. but now it is way worse than before, all things thrown around and hanged stuff now on the floor. he can't but take a long, looong sigh.

« nice try. » he comments, the usual apathy making his tone as even as it always is. « but i recognize the signature of those rascals of my cats. it wasn't your fault. ». he glances again at hau. « come on, spill the beans. where are they? »

@tapuhauko

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lusamine's kindness ( if so can be called ) is heavily contrasted by nanu's glance to her when he lowers the newspaper. behind the usual tired look, even more remarked now after the multiple hospital visits, there is just... emptiness, underlying pure suspect that, it is clear, he isn't even attempting to hide. he stares at her for a handful of moments, her words commenting on his meowths and not on her reasons to be there; just for a second, then, he glances at the entrance of po town. making sure guzma isn't there, before returning to his newspaper, now the perfect excuse to avoid looking directly at her.

« yeah. apparently. ». short comment, hallow in tone, before getting to the real question. « what are you doing here, prez? doubt you're just enjoying the sight. »

@ecliidse & lusamine / ⭐.

“ my, what an adorable sight! ” being able to witness a hearty clowder of meowth lazily napping and yawning under the warm embrace of the sun feels … blissful. ethereal, even. it reminds her why the aether paradise exists in the first place, after all. too bad lusamine’s at the police station for duty rather than pleasure – those pokémon will have to enjoy their little siesta for her, too.

“ so it is true; wherever officer nanu goes, meowth are bound to follow. ” she teases wearing a genuine smile on her face, the scene from before drastically improved her mood.

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typical nanu behavior, to just leave, isn't it? he's sure that got a sad reaction out of ree, but, well. his duty is over, and he always left people to their parties (or their thoughts, in case of loss) pretty quickly after them. more often than not, he's just let go anyway.

he half expected ree to not be one of those, and actually stop him. but it still surprises him, despite not showing any sign of it as he turns to face them again.

« ... are you sure you want me there? » he can't but ask. « the anti-fun cop, potentially stopping the party because you're violating some law, one way or another? »

he thinks for a moment, glancing at his meowths. they're looking back at him with their sly, smug faces, already preparing themselves to not let him in, and forcing him to join the skulls for this one time. little sly bastards. it would be good for his mood, though, he's pretty sure.

turning again towards ree, he surprises himself with a shrug. « i do like cake, though. » he comments with a smirk.

— ah.

And just like that, the switch is flipped, and he’s going again — Ree knows they shouldn’t be surprised, but somehow, they are. And it’s … well. It’s disappointing, but …

<< hey. Hold on, old man. >>

They manage to straighten themself up. Smile, however wobbly.

<< … do you wanna come with? I know it’s not your style, an’ I know �� you an’ boss are dicey, sometimes, but … there’s a piece of cake for you if you want it. Nanu. >>

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guzma apologizing all of a sudden is… kind of unexpected, he'll admit. of all the things he thought would have happened today, receiving a sorry (an actual, sincere one, nonetheless) wasn't on the list. nanu listens silently, observing the skull's face as he pronounces those words, thinking of how hard it must be for him to say that.

and then, he sighs. a half tired, half fakely annoyed sigh.

« yeah. you are very bad at listening. » he murmurs, his voice strained and low through the dry throat. he coughs, taking a moment before continuing. « i remember clearly i told you ultrabeasts follow the trail left by their toxins. it's not something you can control. and i went through ultraportals far more times than you, meaning that- ». a cough. « … meaning that they came here for me, not for you. then they noticed you and thought why not go for him too, i guess. »

he glances at the other for a moment, pausing on the tattoo of the skulls on his arms. he remembers terribly little of the attack, but he does remember the nihilegos entering po town with him, and the screams. he can't recall if it was only the two of them screaming, or if everyone was.

« how are the other kids? » he asks, almost lost in thoughts, tension sounding in his voice. « are they okay? have you counted them? make sure they're all there...? »

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he smirks as well at those words —— weakly, but it’s still somewhat a smile, one that gets noticed by the nurse keeping an eye on them from the corridor. nanu sees her vaguely relieved, but taking a note anyway, probably writing down to check if his reaction to guzma is genuine or an effect of the toxins. understandable doubt, after all: up to a few days prior, they wouldn’t be staying in the same room this calmly.

a few nods to aknowledge what he’s telling him about the meowths, his eyes glancing briefly at the tapu cocoa on the table and finding himself thinking that… it’s such a nice gesture. it doesn’t matter that it’s “only” a cup of cocoa; from guzma it means a lot. he didn’t think he’d see the day where the relationship with guzma would be defined by a cup of tapu cocoa awkwardly placed on his table. it’s… funny, in a way.

when the question comes, his eyes had already moved to guzma, and the faintest of smiles appears again on his lips, if only briefly. if he feels any better…? he hesitates, just for a moment, before simply shaking his head. no. honestly, no.

« i can go to the bathroom by myself, though. that’s something. » he adds after a moment, only half joking. « … the toxins are just being nasty on me this time. nastier. it will pass. »

It’s a surprise for both of them, actually, for many, many reasons. Nanu is a Kahuna. He’s a cop. He’s generally anti-fun, and no doubt someone who probably should’ve left Guzma to become Nihilego food, considering the  Skull’s reaction. And instead, here we are. With the Big Bad Skull Boss offering some hot chocolate to the man who almost died trying to protect his ungrateful ass.

To the older’s answer, Guzma just… sighs. Looks away, moving a hand on the back of his neck. He gets it. He gets it. He remembers how his own wounds, especially the ones he left untreated after the whole Ultra Wormhole bullshit, kept hurting for weeks. Even the brand new one still stung every now and then, a painful reminder that he fucked up once again.

That he almost fucked up one of the few people outside Skulls who, at the end of the day, turned out to care enough to almost give up his own life for him.

God, Guzma. What is wrong with you…?

“Sorry.”

That single words leaves his lips before he could realize it. Maybe it’s not the right thing to say, but. He should’ve said it long ago. Better late than never.

“For… all this shit.

For sending you to the hospital twice in a row, for– for bringing the Ultra Beasts back, for not listening, for… this. All of this.

I’m sorry.”

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ree takes the crystal, and nanu's hand returns down his side, as if useless now that the small weight has been taken away from it. seeing ree so happy and proud of themselves is a nice sight, one that makes his smile linger on his lips just a moment longer as he says: « yeah, don't worry. i know you won't. »

then, just like that, a yawn resets his expression to the usual apathetic one. he waves a hand dismissively, while the other covers the mouth until the yawn is over.

« okay, done here, go to your party or whatever you want to do now. » he says, turning to return inside the station where all his meowths are jumping and meowing, happy with the battle they just saw. « bye kid. »

They’re a little woozy, after such an intense battle — and they grip hard at their cane as their Gengar hops out of her ball and moves to help balance them. Ree looks up at Nanu as he approaches, and they can’t help the sob that leaps from their throat.

they did it. They deserve this.

A rush of emotions always comes to them when they win. Ree sniffs, and wipes their eyes with a shaky hand.

<< th—thanks, old man, I — I promise I… >> they’re struggling to catch their breath, but they reach out to take the Crystal, holding it carefully between their fingers as they bring their hand to their chest.

<< I won’t let you down. >>

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the fight is long, complex, just like the ones he likes the most. nanu's team fights with all their strength, pushing ree and their team to their limits and beyond. despite not showing much, nanu has to admit, he's impressed. just as the persian is, preparing to receive what she knows to be the final blow, her sly smile always there, up to the very end. as she begins to fall, nanu calls her back to the pokeball, letting her rest after a fight well done. as he puts the sphere back in the belt, he looks at ree...

and smiles. not a smirk, a full, though brief, actual smile.

« not bad. » he comments, drawing closer to them. « not bad at all. » he digs inside a pocket, and his hand comes out of it closed in a fist. he moves it close to ree before opening it: on his palm shines gently the small, black crystal that is the darkinium z.

« you deserved it, kid. »

They can hear the cheers of the other skulls from just beyond the walls of Po town. They can feel their teachers looking on with pride.

They know boss is —

they know boss is watching.

<< right! Let’s — let’s get goin’! Come on out, Lady of Destruction —!!! >>

—

— the battle is a good one. Nanu fights hard, just as promised, but ree fights harder.

They trade blows. They feel the bond between them and their Pokémon, just like Leon taught them about. They use the non verbal commands that Strelli showed them how to use. They watch the field and surroundings and react accordingly like Giovanni taught them.

They use the overwhelming power that Red had taught them how to harness, and use that to deliver the final blow.

“Jaws! MOONBLAST!”

The Mawile reacts accordingly, and the act is delivered against Persian. Ree stands there, trembling, strained from the movement and action, but —

They watch, with baited breath, as the alolan cat goes down.

— they won.

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he doesn’t even bother lying about it anymore lol

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« oh, joy. ». does he have to expect an entire rap soundtrack to be the background of the trial? knowing the skulls, most likely. oh well. they have their own unique way of showing support to their friend and practically brother, so who is he to say no to that. furthermore, if... when ree will win, they'll be having a party literally next door to his. that rap will be just the beginning, won't it...?

honestly, good for them, both the skulls and ree themselves. it will be good for all of them. ree needs to deserve the victory party, though.

« good, that's the spirit. ». nanu reaches for one of the pokéball at his belt, holding it in his hand for but a moment. he can feel the sableye inside shivering with excitement at the incoming battle, just like his persian by his side, that'll have to wait before jumping into the field —— she's the last pokémon to go, always have been.

lifting his head, nanu's gaze falls on ree once again. a small smirk can be seen for but a second on his lips. « don't take it too serious, now. » he says, simply, before throwing the pokéball forward. so, the trial of ula'ula's kahuna starts.

<<I think the guys have been crafting a rap especially for this, actually,>> they admit, leaning against their cane as they tap the pokeballs at their side — their Pokémon are eager to come out and battle. They can feel the fire in Ree.

Ree smiles wide, nodding towards the Persian, a promise to give her some nice pets and love later. For now, they’re focused only on this — on their grand trial.

they’re so… exhilarated. Knowing what comes next — knowing that nanu isn’t going to hold back either. They’ve waited a long time for this trial — they had to participate in the world tournament and rest before coming here.

“You know I won’t hold back! Let’s do this—!!”

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« ah, big audience then. » he comments with a yawn —— one that could be mistaken for boredom, but ree knows it isn't disrespectful, he's sure. it's just the way he is: not even an audience gets him hyped for a trial. the one that should stay focused despite the tension is ree, after all, not him. « i half expect a rap chorus out there. i don't know if it will be fun or a headache. »

they step outside first, and he follows. the door is left open for the meowths to spectate, and even more importantly for his persian, more often than not out of the pokéball like now, to follow. she purrs and rubs against his legs, eyeing ree during the gesture with her sly, expecting eyes. it's been a while since she could fight in a trial, and can't wait for her turn to come, if they will be strong enough.

which, to be fair, none of them, pokémon and nanu alike, doubt.

« hold back? » he asks, hands resting on his sides. « of course i won't, none of us will. my persian would bite me if i ever tried, go figure. ». he lifts his chin just a bit, taking for once a pose that almost looks confident. « and furthermore... i am the kahuna of ula'ula, and this will be your trial. pushing you past your limits isn't an option, it's my duty. so i do hope you won't hold back either, kid, or i'm keeping the darkinium z. »

of course Ree knows better than to underestimate nanu. They’ve known nanu for so long — the warden of Po Town, so to speak. The one who keeps these forsaken skull kids from pushing over the edge.

Nanu is only second to boss in terms of the strength of ula’ula, after all. Maybe even stronger — but Ree would be caught dead before even thinking such a thing. That loyalty of theirs is dug in deep.

<<Heh. It’s not just the rest of skull gang wantin’ to watch,>> they say, letting down the Meowth in their hold as they follow Nanu out, <<my teacher is out here too. He didn’t get to see my last grand trial, so I promise him this one.>>

they take a breath as they step outside, gripping their cane. A pokeball at their side wiggles.

<< you’re not gonna hold back, right? >>

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he smirks. ree's certain of himself, ready for the challange, it seems. he likes it —— it will be interesting, even if (or maybe, especially because) that same certainty has brought many to fail his trial, as they all made the mistake of underestimating him.

he's pretty sure ree won't. they know who they're about to face. interesting indeed.

« we'll see. » he simply comments between a sip and the other of coffee, before the last one empties the cup. he puts it in the sink, pushes away gently a meowth that was ready to lick it, then moves towards the door. « come on, we'll fight out the station here. i know your friends will want to spy on us from the walls, let's make them happy. »

<< … yeah. Here I am. >>

It’s a weird feeling. They feel like maybe they shouldn’t have gotten this far, but — they did. They have. They are.

It’s kind of funny. When Ree first came to this little police station that handful of years ago, they had done everything in their power to avoid nanu. They were only interested in the Meowth, and ran every time they caught sight of the cop — not because he was a cop, but he was a grownup, and that was only a handful of months since they ran away from home.

And now here they are. Ready to face him head on. They laugh, a little cocky, before rolling their shoulders.

<< there’s no if about it, old man. >>

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“The world is a lot better than what they told you.”

nanu smiles at that. a weak, sarcastic smile. when did that conversation even started? how did they get to this point? he glances down at his cup —— usually full of just simple coffee, today filled with something much stronger. probably not the best choice of drink, if he wanted to avoid existentialisms, but oh well. half of it is already in his system, and hala is sitting beside him. he can't really avoid the conversation, he guesses.

« what am i supposed to tell you? glad your world is a happy place. ». he takes another small sip, before resting the cup on his legs, fingers holding it in place, hugging the object almost as expecting to warm up on it like they usually do. « mine isn't. they hadn't been telling me anything, i just know. even when you do something positive for others it gets used against you, or falls apart. a better world shouldn't have these things happening. »

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he smirks as well at those words —— weakly, but it's still somewhat a smile, one that gets noticed by the nurse keeping an eye on them from the corridor. nanu sees her vaguely relieved, but taking a note anyway, probably writing down to check if his reaction to guzma is genuine or an effect of the toxins. understandable doubt, after all: up to a few days prior, they wouldn't be staying in the same room this calmly.

a few nods to aknowledge what he's telling him about the meowths, his eyes glancing briefly at the tapu cocoa on the table and finding himself thinking that... it's such a nice gesture. it doesn't matter that it's "only" a cup of cocoa; from guzma it means a lot. he didn't think he'd see the day where the relationship with guzma would be defined by a cup of tapu cocoa awkwardly placed on his table. it's... funny, in a way.

when the question comes, his eyes had already moved to guzma, and the faintest of smiles appears again on his lips, if only briefly. if he feels any better...? he hesitates, just for a moment, before simply shaking his head. no. honestly, no.

« i can go to the bathroom by myself, though. that's something. » he adds after a moment, only half joking. « ... the toxins are just being nasty on me this time. nastier. it will pass. »

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[ x ]

He knows that his presence in the hospital isn’t the most welcome. In fact, he’s sure that at least some nurses are keeping an eye on him even as he sits awkwardly in the waiting room, a hand on their Pokèball, as if they were expecting him to steal the first wheelchair he could find and run people over.

Which. Isn’t a bad idea., now that he thinks about it. Maybe for another time. For now, he has a cup of surprisingly still warm cocoa to bring to a certain someone, and some words to share with him.

It’s so rare for him to be hesitant. Timid, even, as he walks past the doctors and sits in a chair near Nanu’s bed, leaving the cup on the nearby table.

“Well… I’m not the one stuck here, right?”

A bad joke, but a joke nonethless. As embarrassing as it is, at least he can muster to show a somewhat honest smirk.

“I guess I owe ya a big one, but… we’re already takin’ care of your cats, just so y’know. And I forgot how much those beasts eat. …

…ya feel any better? “

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it's been a while since the last time i shared music like, ever. so have a song i gave nanu. <3 (it's the one i took a quote from for the pinned post!)

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my good friends, the queue is full and my drafts empty. 😎 ... for this blog, at least.