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guess whos back (back) (back again) n(erdlord) is back (tell a friend)

no but really after a long time of debating i want to invest all my pokémon feelios into this child instead of trying new muses i'm hesitant at... so. while i revamp + reboot this baby up hold onto ur ponytas

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                 "... ... ... Meanie.”

                    "ever. again."

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                 "But, Tooooouyaaaa..."

                    “remind me not to let you near my cd case ever. again.”

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                  "I drive these brothers crazy,                          I do it on the daily, they treat                          me really nicely, they buy me                          all these icees."

                    “i don’t think you understand what those lyrics mean.”

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N wriggled closer to the other, nuzzling gently into the teen's lower back with a hum. Touya sounded troubled, or at the very least, thoroughly dazed. Had his disappearance been that much of a shock to the trainer? Guilt made him sit up in order to proper wrap his longer arms around Touya's thin waist.

The nape of his neck still tingled from the gentle boy's touch while tying his hair back for him. N wished he could do something of the same for the boy, but the most he can do is bury his nose into the back of his head, snorting lightly into fluffy brown locks. 

"It must be very important to you," N commented quietly, drawing back to give Touya some space. He swung his legs over the bedside's edge with ease, sitting by his friend's side with a softened expression, much calmer and childish than when they had first met.

Their reunion, which had occurred not even a day's worth of time yet, already seemed so long ago. The absence of words were nice; there was no need to be pretentious between them. 

"... Hey," N finally mumbled out after some time, "You can say whatever's on your mind, you know."

♟blinded | n & touya

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N and Reshiram

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The trainers of Sinnoh. I should start from there.

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stolen postcards | n & bree

He had never meant to go through with it from the start.

It had all been a speculation on the mere possibility of it happening, never the actual probability. Never in his wildest dreams did N think he would ever find himself voluntarily becoming a stowaway on a cargo plane that was still being loaded. 

At first, while he panicked to find a hiding spot large enough for him and his bush of a hair (yes, he had to consider it as it was longer and brighter than the norm), he began to regret everything. Dashing along secretly along the runway, slipping past the distracted workers! How deceitful he was being. N didn't really like the feeling of it all, but he was too scared to simply get up and expose himself now. 

Tucking his knees against his chest, N wriggled back to snugly fit himself in between a few large crates. It wasn't necessarily the most comfortable place to be, but he wasn't complaining -- if only for the poor air quality. 

He groaned. Quietly. He wasn't even sure of where this plane would take him in the first place! If by some miracle, he landed in Sinnoh, then he would have no complaints... but judging by his surroundings, there was a slim chance. A plane this small wouldn't be able to clear a whole region in one flight.

Pale fingers brushed lightly against the print that was stamped onto each wooden crate -- 'Mistralton & Co.' -- along with the faint scent of earth. 

N, assuming he was alone, drew back as far as he could along the storage. Maybe he should take a nap. All this sneaking around was putting far more stress onto him than expected...

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Source

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...! You... seem rather well informed on the subject. Are you an expert on love? What do you mean, tread carefully?

Not really… It’s understandable, if you’re loving the right things! Love is finicky though, hm? You have to tread very carefully.

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✿ ahh its nice to see you back!!!

Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon.

N equates safety with happiness, and so far he feels safest by Reshiram’s side. The dragon has gotten a kick out of yanking (gently) at N’s ponytail lately. It makes both of them laugh.

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Yes. Love. Is that strange? 

The power of… love? Pardon?

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O-oh, it's a bit embarrassing...

Would you believe me if I said I was stopped by the power of love?

Oh? How so..? Is it alright if I ask you that? I’m curious!

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Yes, yes--! That's exactly right! I'm so happy you understand...!

For a long time, I worked to make Unova -- no, the world -- understand that concept. But...

Well, things didn't go according to plan.

Heh! I’m glad someone else thinks about the Pokémon, too. They’re just as smart as us— Some, even more so! Guess everyone just chooses to forget that…

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You're back! Yay! *glomps you* welcome back hun! Missed you tons!

??!?!—

HHHHHHHHHHhhhh… (le smooches anon)

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♕

Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon.

N’s childhood was something a lot of ‘normal’ kids would be envious of — a castle to roam about to oneself, a whole crown to wear! Each meal would have at least one new entree. But despite this seemingly spoiled and luxurious lifestyle, it was anything but a proper home — N grew up without parental love for the most part. In the end, he was only a child born to be molded into the shape of a king… and sadly, nothing more.