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MEL HERE. 

I’m changing Angel’s passwords for them so that they can take a summer away from tumblr as opposed to deleting their tumblrs altogether. If you wanna get a hold of Angel, hmu over at @hikaup and IM and ask me to ask Angel about a discord contact. OTHERWISE. AHEM. TO THE PERSON THIS MESSAGE IS REALLY FOR.... Angel---remember!! YOU SAID SEPTEMBER. AND IMMA HOLD U TO SEPTEMBER, U ASS 

Alright, 

I’ve self talked down from hard deleting my blogs, but I will be putting @elekron and @venemence on indefinite hiatus, and will be refraining from touching my accounts, or even lurking until at least the end of summer. I won’t go into too much detail; I only feel that this site, even when I’m not directly on it, and the culture of the community around it, is negatively impacting my mental health in ways that are encroaching dangerously upon interfering with my real life. 

I’m at a pivotal point in my life where an enormous number of opportunities are unfolding before me, I’m growing tremendously as a person, and I’ve formed some of the most meaningful relationships in my life. Not to mention I have important people in my life looking to me for support, and one more on the way. I can’t afford to be continuously stressed over the social climate, and my position within that on a damned website, I can’t afford to feel stressed, choked up, or violated over a website. 

Obviously, I adore the friends I’ve made here, and even the awkward acquaintances. I’ve had the privilege of meeting some talented writers and wonderful people. Nonetheless, I’m calling it quits here. I’ll save my pages somewhere in case I do ever feel the overwhelming desire to return, but for now, I’m done. 

I’m done. 

If anyone wants to continue to have a relationship off Tumblr, you can catch me on Discord @ Elekron#3888 

I’ll leave this post up for a week, or maybe more, if I get caught up at work (I’m working 10-12 hour shifts, 6-7 days a week right now), but after that, I’ll be moving on. 

I’m thinking it’s time to delete my blogs @elekron and @venemence and move on from Tumblr. I won’t go into too much detail; I only feel that this site, even when I’m not directly on it, and the culture of the community around it, is negatively impacting my mental health in ways that are encroaching dangerously upon interfering with my real life. 

I’m at a pivotal point in my life where an enormous number of opportunities are unfolding before me, I’m growing tremendously as a person, and I’ve formed some of the most meaningful relationships in my life. Not to mention I have important people in my life looking to me for support, and one more on the way. I can’t afford to be continuously stressed over the social climate, and my position within that on a damned website, I can’t afford to feel stressed, choked up, or violated over a website. 

Obviously, I adore the friends I’ve made here, and even the awkward acquaintances. I’ve had the privilege of meeting some talented writers and wonderful people. Nonetheless, I’m calling it quits here. I’ll save my pages somewhere in case I do ever feel the overwhelming desire to return, but for now, I’m done. 

I’m done. 

If anyone wants to continue to have a relationship off Tumblr, you can catch me on Discord @ Elekron#3888 

I’ll leave this post up for a week, or maybe more, if I get caught up at work (I’m working 10-12 hour shifts, 6-7 days a week right now), but after that, I’ll be moving on. 

The smile fades away slowly and the agent’s usual neutral frowning face. ❝ I’m not sure if anyone like that exists anymore. ❞ He says in a matter-of-fact fashion. The feeling of loneliness had less of a presence in his life. Even when he did feel that way, there was nothing he could have done to alleviate that feeling. 

000 leans on a wall, crossing his arms to mirror the other. ❝ I’m just saying that this holiday’s just for people to spend their money on gifts. That’s all. ❞

The dour conversation imprinted upon the youth’s mind, every word leaving him a little more jaded than before. “Is it really so bad to buy gifts for the people you care about... or are you suggesting it loses meaning when given for a dumb holiday?” What that meant for him, then, someone who struggled to muster the courage to express himself even with the added security. 

Starter for @elekron

Elesa followed the worker through the building, only half listening as they ranted off a list of things that was going on. She knew she should have been listening but she was aware of everything going on, and had kept herself up to date on the incidences and the kids who were part of the rehabilitation program. 

Entering the room Elesa’s eyes began scanning her surroundings, landing on a familiar and prominent figure. She smiled, moving around the metting table to take a position beside him. 

“Volkner, it’s been awhile. How have you been? How’s your mother?” she spoke to him, inquiring quietly as there were many others filing into the meeting room. She’d worked with his mother enough in the fashion world that whenever she saw him without her she had to inquire. 

They were meeting however not to catch up or have a nice chat, but to talk about the sudden rise in crime and how many thought it was the kids who had once been part of Plasma or other organizations who had been part of the mentorship program that both Elesa and Volkner helped with. Elesa herself was positive her kids had nothing to do with it. She could only hope that Volkner and other thought the same, or she’d do everything in her power to try and convince them. 

Volkner sat, agitated as he listened to the debate around him. His fingers drummed along the desk irritably. The conversation had not officially begun yet, but the tone was telling. These people, without a shred of proof between them, were prepared to condemn a bunch of young people, and the program that offered them a chance. 

It cracked like static in his veins, like thick clouds rolling over the horizon. 

Elesa was his only solace in the face of this blatant injustice, for she was the only one who stood by his side on the matter. Not even for her, however, could he don a veil of friendliness, his outrage was so pungent. “Same as always,” he managed through teeth clenched so tight they threatened to be ground to dust.

        : [ 🐟 ] : – “Gy-Gym leader?!” M choked a bit, so he caught the eyes of the gym leader. Shit. Well, any other time M would have been impressed with himself, but he honestly is more surprised to hear the other was a gym leader. And to hear the other offering him help so quickly…M was a bit hesitant about everything now.              “I mean, It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. Volkner. Sir,” he started to ramble, but stopped himself. Right, gym leaders were…friendly people from what he understood. At least, Volkner seemed to be one of the nicer ones.               “The name is M, like the letter,” he chuckled, offering a hand as form of greeting. “But please, I would watch out who you offer your help to Mister Volkner. Be this friendly to the wrong people and someone might take advantage of you. But I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of keeping yourself safe..”

“That’s right.” Not unaccustomed to being met with astonishment in the revelation of his title, he was not frazzled by the stranger’s befuddlement. “Just Volkner; formalities aren’t necessary... M.” The name, the getup, it all flirted with his imagination. His mind soon wandered with it, reeled back only upon noticing the hand extended to him. 

Several moments delayed, his hand extended to accept M’s offering. “To you, as well.” 

He felt a crackle of amusement in his chest. Never had anyone identified Volkner as the overly-friendly sort, the type that could walk blind into the face of misfortune - not since childhood. “I’ll take my chances.”

Arrogance, it appeared, would be his downfall. No sooner than he had spoken, an Aipom leapt from his shoulder, wallet in hand, and dashed across the street to a dark haired young boy with a devilish smile that reeked of mischief. The boy, in blithe disregard for his anonymity, cast a crooked across the street at the duo, then turned on his heels and disappeared into a neighbouring alleyway. 

      “Only once?”    A soft, quiet giggle.

      “Oh, understandable. The forest is not for everyone, after all. To each their own as they say. Right?” Cheryl knelt down so that she could pick one of many flowers Floroma Town had to offer. Standing back up, she held it out to Volkner.

           Then, it finally clicked !

   “Oh, aren’t you the Sunnyshore Gym Leader? Apologies for not realizing sooner, oh how embarrassing…!”

“Just the on-” his eyes fixated on the flower extended to him. Shyly, his fingers closed around the stem of the flower, the etchings of a smile budding upon his lips. A small gesture, but no less appreciated - like the first sigh of spring after a long winter.  

“Thank you.” 

             ‘  i’m holding up for now. but for how much longer, i can’t say.  ’ even his defenses could not prevail against the forces which tormented him at night and wore at his resilience. the aura which tore at them surpassed even he, a skilled aura user, and its ability along with the might behind it could only belong to darkrai. within its domain, their deterioration would only be a matter of time.

         ‘  unfortunately that’s the case.  ’ he looks down sadly at the child cradled in volkner’s arms, who had unfortunately not been spared from the nightmare pokemon’s undiscriminating wrath. even adults did not fare well with nightmares. whether or not a baby had the mental fortitude to withstand one was out of the question.  ‘  i doubt it will stop. if worse comes to worst, we may have to move away from here temporarily.  ’

Though the infant had already begun to doze again, her breathing remained punctuated with the occasional quiver. Volkner watched her, watched the way her expression strained against the whisperings of fear. If he could only protect her from it - but his paternal reach did not extend to the slumbering world of dreams. Reluctant to be parted from her, he drew the child closer, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Nothing, he swore privately to himself, nothing would ever hurt her.