Ive Had To Deal With A Devastating Issue Today; And I Feel Like Us Proshippers Need To Have A Conversation

I’ve had to deal with a devastating issue today; and I feel like us Proshippers need to have a conversation really quickly about something very important.

Drawings of real minors in sexual situations should not be created or posted. Ever.

I’ve made that mistake when I was 12, and it still affects me deeply to the point I call myself a CSEM victim because of my stupid and immature decisions. (Actually, if you knew me when I was Destroyalition, you might’ve seen my vent posts about how bad it affected me when I was younger.)

I understand if you’re a selfshipper and want to show your love to your f/o by drawing you guys in romantic situations, but drawings of real kids in those situations are risky. Sexual drawings of that nature are something we should be warning kids not to draw at all. I don’t want anyone else to feel the same pain and grief and anxiety I felt after learning what I drew was harmful and illegal.

Please, be careful. Don’t let adults draw you in sexual situations. Don’t let yourself make a dumb and immature decision. Please stay safe and be careful.

So Minor Proshippers. Listen up. There’s an alternative that is safe to this called creating OC self inserts. Please use those instead to your hearts content. Make sure they don’t look like you though, and please heal.

I just feel like this needs to be specified to the MAXIMUM. I am dearly sorry to everyone who was as immature as I was, and made the same mistake. Take this as a warning, don’t learn the same way I did. Stay safe.

Me watching the Arceus movie

The Shadow Dark Beginnings experience is sitting there vibing and suddenly going "HOLY SHIT THEY REMEMBERED (thing)

t-...to-...toasty s'more mushrooms.....

Later I will do the version of this but with Argique (Arceus's improvised human identity).

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He is half of my soul, as the poets say...

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A Jewel of Life Mini fic

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It was late afternoon in Michina. Damos was in a deep discussion with Markus about the new agriculture technique in the hillsides, something picked up from a few new residents from Johto. It would further widen their already prosperous farmlands, which where said to be rivaling those found in Kanto.

" The Kingdom of Dahara is interested in trade now, I think we've succeeded in surpassing the expectations of the Celestian capital. They didn't think such a rural territory would become part of the trade route with Arche Valley."

" Indeed." Replied Markus, petting Heatran absent-mindedly. " I shall send notice to my father that we intend to export. He'll be pleased."

" The temple is already finished with it's restorations. There are busts of the former..."

The young emperor tuned out the rest of the news from Damos with some boredom. But it wasn't unwelcome boredom. This town was growing, it was becoming part of the trade route, and everything he feared would happen when Arceus requested the return of the Jewel of Life, didn't happen at all. The only things that were damaged was the temple and his pride. Sure he improved greatly after that incident a few years ago, but he had a lot of amends to pay to his people and his family. His father was furious when he learned he attempted to kill Arceus. Markus was fearful he'd be disowned, but thankfully got to a second chance...no thanks to Damos.

It was why now, he made Damos not just his highest tier priest but also a trusted advisor in the court. And so far everything was going along fine. Better than fine.

So why was he anxious?

" ...And the return of him will be greatly celebrated."

"Hmm..?" Markus snapped out of it. " Return of who?"

" Arceus. He's returning in 3 days, as was shared by his messengers with the temple priestesses." Explained Damos " Shall we hold a feast day in his honor?"

Well there it is.

There's the source of his anxiety.

Dear gods...how was going to face Arceus after the stunt he pulled. Everyone and their pokemon knew the Alpha held grudges that lasted for centuries. He only had to turn to the stories of Arceus banishing his own child to know that you don't simply piss off Arceus and think you can get away with it.

" Yes, yes...a feast day would be appropriate. However, I have duties to attend to..." He struggled with an excuse " Royal duties to...trade relations with Alola. I may need to visit the capital to discuss it with my father."

Damos lifted an eyebrow. " I wasn't aware those were your duties, or that we were going to start trading with Alola."

Markus frowned and stood from his seat. " An emperor has many duties! I will not be present at the feast day, give my regards to Arceus."

" Very well, tis a shame you will not be present at the festivities, but I respect your dedication to your duties, your highness." Replied Damos

With that Markus thanked Damos for his time and walked out to the hall, likely to his study or bedchambers, and Damos was left standing in the large courtroom flanked by many of the gods, the most prominent at the center. It's red ruby and emerald eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Damos smiled gently, recalling the last time he and Arceus spoke together.

" Tis a shame...but it only means I get to spend more private time with a dear old friend."

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Those three days went by. Too quickly for Markus, who was already enroute toward the capital, but too slow for Damos who was anticipating Arceus's arrival. Damos changed out of his usual attire, wearing his traditional priest robes. They were offwhite, with sky blue detailing, golden embroidery, and a black sash tied at the waist of his tunic. He looked at the mirror. Something still seemed off.

His wife, Areti, teased him about putting more effort into dressing up for Arceus than when he first courted her. Damos blushed, but then quickly responded that Arceus was the Alpha God of their pantheon, and he wanted to look his best. Areti fixed up Damo's headband.

" I know, darling, I only jest. I know how important this day is, and it's an honor that Arceus grace us with his presence. And I know how close you two were. I'm sure you missed him."

Damos frowned. " I only hope he remembers me. It's been a few years now."

Areti huffed and re-tied her husband's sash, it wasn't straight. " He'd have to a very stupid god to not remember the one who saved his life."

" Dear, that's a little blasphemous to say." Damos said in a hushed tone.

" I say it only because it would be true. However I have no doubt he'll remember you fondly. There..."

She stepped back to admire her beautiful husband, looking like he did on some of the holiest of days. " Too bad you don't dress like that just for me, you know how I've always loved men in uniform."

" I would honor that request, but the uniform would not last long under your nimble fingers." He said in suggestive way, before scooping her up and placing her on their bed. She laughed as she pulled her down with her.

" Is that an invitation for tonight?"

He kissed her. Their own private quiet way of promising something. She kissed him in return to seal that promise. They lingered a bit until he got up, and smoothed his robes once more. She got up to once again re-tie his sash, it just did not want to lay straight.

" I will be out late, are you sure you want to wait all that time?" He asked

" I'd wait all night and morning for you, dearest." She added " Since I am celebrating at my cousin's home, I might be late coming back myself. You know how she is as a host. Always outdoing herself."

" Yes" he said knowingly " I hope you have a good time."

He smiled softly, giving her a last kiss as he headed toward the door.

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The festivities were already underway as Damos approached the stage in front of the temple. Torches lit, garlands hung, people danced, and music played as a golden likeness of Arceus, raised on his hind legs, sat in the front, strewn with flowers, candles, and other offerings. Damos had hoped the feast was a tad more somber, but he wasn't going to be a wet blanket. The more somber aspects of this were on his shoulders after all.

He was startled as the music abruptly stopped, a few shouts and cries were uttered as an impossibly bright light, like a small sun, burst forth from what seemed like a hole in reality. He need only shield his eyes for a few seconds as the light faded, revealing the guest of honor. Once again, Damos was awestruck by Arceus's presence, just like the day they met and their meeting after. It was a heavenly sight he likely would never get over. Like everyone around, he bowed then raised his head.

" We're honored you could visit us tonight, my lord."

Arceus spotted Damos and wordlessly floated toward him, prehaps a bit too quickly, as Damos instinctively stepped back. Their eyes met, and everyone's surprise, Arceus lightly bowed his head to him.

" And it is an honor to see you again, Damos."

Damos shivered when he heard his name. He wasn't sure why. It just felt right that he be addressed personally this way. But Damos wouldn't break decorum, he was a priest, Arceus was a god...there were boundaries that couldn't be crossed, even if they were good friends. It was the same with Markus. They had roles to play even if they were friends now. Informalities between them had to wait when they were out of the public eye.

" This feast day is in your honor, our biggest bounty from our fields to you, our savior. May Michina never forget what you've done for us."

There were cheers and happy sounds from the crowd below and once again the music played, people danced. But Arceus stayed silent. There was something different about Damos behavior, it didnt have that warmth he was use to, and for a fleeting moment he feared Damos was under someone's influence again. As Damos gestured for him to enter the temple, a dread washed over Arceus. This was horribly familiar and the god backed up, knocking over poles holding garlands with his tail, it landed on a table full of fruit, which went flying everywhere.

" Ah! Arceus! Are you alright?" Cried Damos, quickly walking down the steps.

Arceus lifted up further from the festivities to not cause anything else to fall, but the fear was still there. He was tense, and Damos was quick to pick this up.

" My lord, prehaps you should rest? There is a berth we made for you in the gardens below. I'll send for any food or drink to be delivered to you if you wish."

Again, Arceus felt uneasy with Damo's behavior. Why was he being so formal? But he followed Damos this time, as at least he'd be outside... in case...in case something went wrong.

The party goers continued in their revel, taking the mishap as Arceus simply needing a bit of rest before joining in. The two headed down to the berth, created out of sweet fragrant grass, flowers, and sheltered by thin sheets for privacy. It was here Damos broke the silence.

" You're quiet tonight, are you alright?"

Ah...There was the warmth Arceus knew. Finally he spoke.

" I should ask that of you, Damos. You don't seem like yourself."

" Huh? Oh...right. About that. Sorry. You see as a priest, I have to show you proper reverence in your presence. It would be disrespectful if I didnt."

" We've spoken of that before, you need not do that. Only to be yourself."

" That might be true when we're alone, Arceus, but in public, I can't. Not without facing a lot of backlash from the community."

" Is this part of your human rules?" Arceus mused. Humans had a terrible habit of over complicating everything.

" I'm afraid so. But not right now.." Damos said in a hushed whisper, as if he was a child about to tell a secret " ..It's only us, here. We can be as informal as we like."

And to prove it, Damos touched Arceus's fur on the side of his neck. Something that would be taboo to do to a deity, but Arceus loved this. If his pride wasn't stopping him, he'd admit to being very touch starved. He leaned into Damo's hands as they rubbed at his neck and soon under his chin. This was always followed by him bumping Damo's hand up, to get at his ears until his head was cradled in his hands, eyes closed. It was a sign of absolute trust, and it made Damos feel so honored each time it happened, that a deity such as Arceus would want this sort of attention. But then..God or mortal, everyone needed to feel like they were loved.

And Damos would show him that love.

" It's been so long, Damos, and you have grown older. I do not wish to lose you to time." Said Archer tenderly. " I do not wish to let it take you from me."

" That's the nature of things, I'm afraid. But you are right, it has been a few years too long since our last meeting, and I'm not getting any younger."

" I should stay here, with you." Said Arceus " To be near you, beloved."

And there it was again. That pleasant shiver.

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