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    “Eep-!!”

     She hadn’t meant to stare. The rush of euphoria upon seeing the mighty Kanto fire type unleash a power Blast Burn had rooted the Champion to her spot, mind blank of any other thoughts. The only thing Dawn could focus on was the familiar presence of a Pokemon -- a real live Pokemon in Wonderland! Where there were Pokemon, there were trainers; she wasn’t alone anymore!

     The trainer was someone unfamiliar to her, but the proud way he carried himself indicated a level of strength she’d recognized in others. It was the same aura held by the previous Champion, Cynthia, and the four members of her Elite League. Perhaps he held a similar position in another region...?

     Her legs felt weak, as if ready to topple at a moment’s notice. The reassuring flaps from the Crobat flapping at her left were the only thing keeping Dawn grounded. Breathe -- in, then out. In, then out. Gently she peels back some of the branches, revealing part of her small frame.

     “I-I’m sorry,” Dawn stammered, free hand tugging at the hem of her overcoat. “I saw your Charizard and I just- He’s gorgeous. I couldn’t stop watching.”

A Wild Trainer Appears!

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    “Charizard use Blast Burn!” Green called out as he stayed in his spot watching as his pokemon, in it’s regular form thanks to the danger he had put himself in while doing work for the S.S.A., finished off the beast that had been causing problems too close to one of the cities. Porygon 2 and Machamp had stayed in their plush form in his bag, heads poking out from the zipper he had left open for them. 

    It was still hard getting used to the changes that came from entering this world, and Green was still certain he was brought here by one of the legendary pokemon of creation, but with the strange mirror he kept hearing about he was slowly starting to doubt it, especially after it had spoken directly to him the night before his pokemon started being able to move in their plush form and the fact that he was the only Dex holder here. If the Legendary pokemon from Sinnoh had brought him here, wouldn’t they have also at least brought in Dia, Pearl, or Platinum since they had a strong bond with them. Whatever the reason he was there, he’d figure it out hopefully and just go about doing what he could for now. 

    “Alright Charizard, you did well today as always.” He spoke as he walked up to the orange dragon like pokemon and pet him gently, taking a moment to praise his pokemon before his attention quickly snapped towards the bushes near them. Someone or something was there, trying to hide and watching them. Why he wasn’t sure, but he was about to find out.

    “You have five seconds to show yourself before you get fried.”

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💋 -Bakugou

kiss gif meme: accepting!

☆ Both of them aren’t the best when it comes to showing physical affection; Dawn respects Bakugou’s boundaries too much to even consider a full on kiss. If she’s feeling daring, at most she’d give him a peck on the cheek. Soft and gentle, but super brief so he doesn’t feel awkward. Immediately afterwards she’d like. Run hell out of embarrassment.

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Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours.

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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Flawed || Vent Drabble

( TW ahead for self-deprecation, self loathing, and scars/scar mention. Please don’t count for activity. )

     As the world revolves on its axis, so to do the seasons shift. Spring comes and goes in a flurry, gentle winds and the scent of flowers cascading over the world. It’s not long before the winds die down, replaced with sweltering heat and piercing sunbeams. Summer descends upon Wonderland in an instant, bringing with it promises of excitement and new beginning.

     And a looming reminder that Dawn could no longer survive in her long sleeved shirts.

     Hesitant hands shifted with the garments in her closet; having been acclimated to a frigid climate for most of her life, warmer clothing was common in her wardrobe. Summers in Sinnoh were moderate and hardly passed 70 degrees on a horrible day. Warm, but enough to where she could get away with a thinner shirt. Wonderland, though...

     A sigh drifted past pale lips, hands coming to rest on a cute summer article. A customer at the boutique had suggested it to her on a whim, leading to her buying it without thinking. Looking back on it now, it hadn’t been the smartest decision. Sure, the top was cute, but...

     She pulled it out of the closet, holding it up to her chest with a scrutinizing glance. The customer was right; the soft colors of the top paired well with her pale skin, flattering her in subtle ways. It would have been a perfect choice for a hot Summer day.

     For a moment she looks at her reflection in the mirror, eyes sparkling and lips curving into a soft smile. Until her gaze drifts downwards, peering at the marred skin of her forearms.

     The shirt is lowered and set off to the side, the trainer’s free hand moving to the tender skin. Flecks and splotches of discoloration trailed up the length of both arms, prominent along her forearms. Burn scars.

     ( A memory flashes; a tinier version of herself, traversing through the bowels of Stark Mountain. The perky Buck trailing behind her as she blazed a path through the volcano, embers and heat singing at her arms. It stings, but she pushes forward. Putting her pain to the side for the sake of others. )

     The lithe fingers of her right hand trail up the curve of her opposite arm, brushing lightly along the scarred tissue. How long had it been since she’d acquired these horrid brands? Two, perhaps three years? Dawn had lost count. By this point it felt to her as if they would never fade.

     She pushes the sleeve of her nightshirt up, exposing her left bicep to the mirror’s harsh gaze. Along the full length, another unsightly blemish -- a cross-shaped, jagged scar stretching the canvas of her skin. A disgusting purple hue ran along the edges; lingering traces of the poison that had infected the wound long ago. It’s terrifying to look at, even all this time later.

     It’s a reminder, if a morbid one. Of how she faltered in her convictions, and failed to come out unscathed. Of mortality and the results of her foolhardy self-inflicted expectations. And... Of the cruelty of people, and the lengths they will go to to reach their goals.

     Mind clouded over in a slight rage, she gripped the flesh of her marred arm tightly, nails digging into the skin. She hated them. All the little imperfections littering her body. Time upon time had Dawn wished they would just disappear. Disappear, disappear, disappear.

     The reflection continued to mock her each time.

     Every day she’d wake up, look at the multitude of blemishes and flaws, and cringe. Some thought of scars as marks of pride, reminders to how one survived the ordeals of life. For Dawn they were reminders of her failures. How close she had come to letting the Champion down -- the world down.

     So she covered them. Hid them away from the world, from her own vision. But she could still feel them, ingrained into her skin like a permanent brand. It felt so uncomfortable being in her body at times. She felt damaged. Freakish. Worthless.

     Without a word she grabs the summer top, hiding it far back in the closet. Somewhere she couldn’t see it. It was impossible -- she couldn’t wear something like that. Not with how flawed she was.

     She could go a little bit longer in long sleeves.

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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

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Send “🌺” to put a flower in my muse’s hair!

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who do you miss the most from your world?

FMI Friday: Not Accepting!

     “...My mom,” Dawn murmurs, lips pulling into a nervous frown. “I miss my mom a lot. Her cooking, her hugs... I want to see her again. I really do...”

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Anon or not, send my muse any question you want! Funny, sad, angsty and fluffy are all fair game!

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Domesticity Meme

If you can think of a ship, i will answer these questions for them

who cooks normally?:

how often do they fight?:

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

nicknames for each other?:

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

who steals the covers at night?:

what would they get each other for gifts?:

who remembers things?:

who cusses more?:

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

who kissed who first?:

who made the first move?:

who started the relationship?:

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bakugou and dawn

Ship Meme: Not Accepting!

     ✿✿ Katsuki Bakugou ♡ Dawn ✿✿

Who wakes up first?: Bakugou mostly. There are rare times where Dawn manages to get up before him, but Bakugou usually has training first thing in the morning. He adheres to a strict routine after all! Sometimes Dawn will purposefully set her alarm before his so she can make him a morning snack.

Who is grumpiest in the morning?: Bakugou again. Explodo-boy is always pissed off, so it stands to reason he’d be grumpy first thing out of bed. It’s like, a low-key kind of grumpy though. Not full blown pissed, but still sorta bubbling. He tries to keep a level head in the mornings so he doesn’t scare Dawn on accident.

Who cooks breakfast?: They trade off! Bakugou makes more healthy, nutritional breakfasts, and Dawn makes sweeter, indulgent breakfasts. They have a system set up and rotate effectively. Heck, sometimes they even cook together! It’s super cute.

Who serves the other breakfast in bed?: Dawn!! These are for the rare moments where Dawn can get up before her boyfriend in the mornings. If he doesn’t have anything important going on, then she’ll do it as a special treat for Bakugou! Small ways Dawn shows she cares.

Who suggests the skip work and stay home?: Honestly? Neither of them? But if I had to pick, it would probably be Bakugou. Only because if Dawn were to get sick, he’d demand she call in and rest. Of course he’s calling in too. Someone has to take care of her.

Who falls asleep on top of the other?: Dawn is so guilty of this. Bakugou is just so cuddly (when he wants to be) and I think he’s Constantly Warm, so she just finds it so soothing to be cuddled up to him. Puts her right to sleep. Like the Stellar Boyfriend he is, Bakugou doesn’t move.

Who always has to be touching the other?: This one’s really tricky. Dawn is a bigger fan of physical contact, but her anxiety and respect for Bakugou’s boundaries cause her to keep her distance. Though when he can tell she wants a hug, he’ll scoop her up into one without hesitation. Only in private, though.

Who stays up until 2 reading?: Dawn again. Listen it’s fine just two more chapters and then she’ll have finished the book, she can crank it out in the next 20 minutes-- Bakugou has to force her into bed. Mostly because the light was keeping him awake.

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping?: Uhhhhh probably Dawn? She has weird dreams sometimes, and they cause her to do things in her sleep. Like planting cute smooches on her boyfriend.

Who is most adventurous?: Depends on what context. Bakugou is more for the Thrills, and Dawn is more for the Experience. But they’re both pretty daring in their own rights!

Who is most protective?: It’s absolutely Bakugou. If he’s taken someone under his protection, especially someone he cares about more than anything, it is on SIGHT.

Who cares too much?: Dawn. She’s always afraid of screwing up, of doing something wrong, and at times Bakugou’s indifference really doesn’t help. But she’s trying, and he can see she’s trying, and they work it out. Piece by piece, little by little.

Who is most competitive?: Bakugou. Like, do I really need to explain? It’s Bakugou.

Who sings in the shower?: It’s Dawn!! She’s quiet so it’s hard to hear her over the water unless you really try. It’s enough to make Bakugou stop in his tracks whenever he catches onto it.

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places?: they’re 16

Rate this ship: 8/10, I think it has a lot of potential! Clashing dispositions is a trope I adore, especially bad boy/soft girl. I didn’t notice how much I loved them until I wrote this, fdhsjfhskf.

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kagome and larkspur

Ship Meme: Not Accepting!!

    ✿✿ Kagome Higurashi ♡ Larkspur Caprisia Sanguinosa ✿✿ 

Who wakes up first?: Kagome, without fail. Though she likes to be awake during the day, Larkspur can’t help the fact that she’s nocturnal. If she has the chance to sleep in, she Will take it. Kagome has things like school and stuff, so she’s usually the first one awake. When she has a few spare moments, she’ll just lay there and watch Larkspur sleeping. It’s one of the times the vampire is the most vulnerable!

Who is grumpiest in the morning?: Oh, it’s absolutely Larkspur. By no means is she a morning person. Give her an hour or two to completely wake up, and then she’ll be good.

Who cooks breakfast?: Kagome! Larkspur is a shitty cook and she knows it, so it usually falls to Kagome for breakfast (and lunch and dinner).

Who serves the other breakfast in bed?: Again, Kagome! In more ways than one. Wiggles eyebrows.

Who suggests the skip work and stay home?: Larkspur, honestly. Being a model is suuuper stressful, and there are days she just wants to laze about! Cuddling with her cute girlfriend and watching rom-coms all day? Sign her up for that!

Who falls asleep on top of the other?: I’m gonna say it’s a tie! They both tend to fall asleep on top of one another at different times during the day (Larkspur in the day, Kagome at night), but neither minds! It’s pure watching your sleepy gf as she takes a little nap.

Who always has to be touching the other?: Larkspur, Larkspur, Larkspur. Physical contact within boundaries is SUPER important to her, most likely stemming from the fact that the vampire is semi-touch starved. Thankfully Kagome loves hugs and is more than willing to indulge her cute vampy!

Who stays up until 2 reading?: Kagome probably. Studying is important to her after all! Larkspur makes sure she gets to bed eventually, I promise.

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping?: Larkspur. An absolutely restless sleeper, she’s definitely the type to launch a surprise kiss attack!

Who is most adventurous?: It’s absolutely Larkspur. Living forever gets so boring, so she’s always looking for new things to do! Kagome, unfortunately, gets dragged into her pace more often than not. Not that the priestess minds.

Who is most protective?: BOTH OF THEM. HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? YOU LAY A HAND ON THEIR GF YOUR ARM GETTING SNAPPED IN HALF!!

Who cares too much?: Oh, it’s Larkspur hands down. When she falls in love she devotes herself to her partner completely. While it’s one of her greatest strengths, it’s also a super noticeable flaw.

Who is most competitive?: Kagome, it’s gotta be Kagome? Say one snide remark and she will drag your ass through the mud.

Who sings in the shower?: They both do, though Larkspur does it more often! Sweet little romantic melodies, the lyrics made up on the spot.

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places?: yeah i dont feel comfortable answering this one

Rate this ship: 9.5/10, probably one of my favorite Wonderland ships for Larkspur!! They’re just soft girlfriends!!

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Rescue Team

✩ Please help, @incendiary-bomb​ and @theriotingred​!!

    Run. Run. Run. They had to keep going, keep running. Couldn’t stop, not until they found help.

    The Empoleon charged down the streets of Belinia as fast as her feet could carry her, her Garchomp companion hot on her heels. Alexia knew the magic powering her form was fading, and fast. Her body felt heavier and heavier with each bounding step. The Pokemon needed to find someone to save their trainer, the sooner the better.

    Faolan screeched something abruptly as they ran, prompting the leading Empoleon to stop. The sand shark raised a clawed arm to point, chittering a few more times in her native tongue. She spotted him; the red man, the spiky one who was with Dawn all the time. Finally! Someone who could help!

    Nodding to one another the two Pokemon charged toward the spiky human, apparently accompanied by another spiky human. The second one had soft yellow hair, like a Ninetails, and looked really angry. Was he friends with the red spiky man? Kiri-whatshit?

    Alexia squawked out a strained cry as she approached, Faolan doing much the same. These humans wouldn’t be able to understand, but for Arceus’ sake, they had to try. Dawn was in danger!!

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fae-traveler‌:

Host!Darra Starter for @distortion-daydreams​

    Lightly slapping his palms on the table, Darra’s excited energy was overflowing to the point that his wings were in full display; the gradient of light green at the tips to the dark green near his spine while did not got with the general theme of the room, looked beautiful. The reason for Darra’s energy?

    He had his first booking today as a host.

    When first meeting Tamaki, Darra knew nothing about what a “host club” was, but the way that Tamaki’s eyes glittered as he talked about the host club from his world…he couldn’t help but mimic the same energy that Tamaki had.

     “Hmmmm….why can’t the booking be sooner,” a small whine came out of the fae boy as he waited impatiently for his client to arrive.

     What was she even doing in a place like this...?

     Social gatherings were far from Dawn’s ‘thing’. Even less so if she was forced to get involve in the event itself. Heck, during the party to celebrate her claiming the title of Champion, all she did was stick to the corners of her mom’s house. Barry was always better at that kind of thing.

     The idea of a host club... She didn’t quite understand the concept, but all the other girls in Hatterick kept talking about it. Droning on and on about how the boys were ‘so stinking cute!!’, and the girls ‘hecking gorgeous!!’. The few people she occasionally talked to in her study hall were adamant on getting Dawn to go see for herself.

     That’s how she found herself booking an appointment at Hyacinth Host Club, shaking with anxious energy all the while. From all the available listings, the host named Darra seemed the best fit; around her age, and apparently full of energy. If Dawn was lucky, maybe he’d be able to carry most of the conversation.

     With a hesitant hand she opened the door of the club, stepping inside. Table number twelve, over by the windows... There. She cautiously approached the marked table, still unsure of this whole thing. Well if things went south, she could always leave.

     Darra looked just like the advertised picture, save one factor: sparkling gradient wings, colored with natural, earthy tones. They looked stunning, almost delicate to the touch... Dawn couldn’t help the soft, mesmerized look on her face. They were so, so--

     “Beautiful...”

Nervous Energy || Dawn & Darra

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Ship Meme:

Send me a ship and I’ll answer: 

Who wakes up first?

Who is grumpiest in the morning?

Who cooks breakfast? 

Who serves the other breakfast in bed?

Who suggests the skip work and stay home?

Who falls asleep on top of the other?

Who always has to be touching the other?

Who stays up until 2 reading?

Who kisses their partner while they’re sleeping?

Who is most adventurous?

Who is most protective?

Who cares too much?

Who is most competitive? 

Who sings in the shower?

Who is more likely to get naughty in inappropriate places?

Rate this ship:

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Lady Misfortune

     Wandering the streets late at night was never a good idea. Even less so when, according to the news, there had been reports of a serial killer roaming around.

     She hadn’t meant to stay at the garden for so long. The weeding ended up being a bigger job than expected, and a couple of the plants needed replanting to ensure they thrived. Kirishima had offered to help out, but... Dawn didn’t want to keep him from his other friends. It was a lot for one person to get done, yet somehow she’d managed. ...After four hours.

     The city looked so different at night. Illuminated by sparse street lamps, everything seemed to have an otherworldly glow about it. It would have been much prettier without the looming threats and anxieties fueling the residents. Aside from Dawn herself, there weren’t very many people out tonight. Most of the townspeople were more than likely shut up safe inside their homes. It was close to curfew after all...

     She wasn’t far from the apartment building now. About three blocks or so, give or take. The trainer sighed as she strolled along the street. It had been a while since she last ate... A bite of takeout sounded pretty good right about now. There were only a few places open this late at night; the closest was a quick cut though a back alley. Not the safest, but she was hungry...

     Poke Balls in her hand just in case, she stepped into the alley. Steel blue eyes constantly shifted, glancing at all her surroundings. One could never be too careful, even in a peaceful place like Wonderland. Nothing spooky yet... About half way through. Not much further--

     The slightest rush of wind behind her. A pair of hands lurch out from the shadows, clutching around her body in a locking embrace. Panic rushed through Dawn’s body as one hand moved to muffle her mouth; even if she screamed out, no one was around to hear it. Still, that didn’t stop her from trying.

     The anxiety was beginning to get overwhelming as Dawn thrashed against her assaulter, making a desperate attempt to get away. They only tightened their ironclad grip on her arm and mouth--they were strong, too strong for her to shake off. All it did for her was get on the kidnappers nerves; she could feel it in the way they dug their nails into the flesh of her arm.

     “Feisty, aren’t you~?” They cooed sadistically, breath right against her ear. It made Dawn sick to her stomach. “Better cut that out; you don’t want to get hurt, right? I need you alive, for now. So just be a good little girl, and go. To. Sleep.”

     There was a strange... Chemical smell. Kinda sweet... Her eyes felt heavy... No, no, she couldn’t go to sleep! She had to fight! She had to stay... Awake...

     Her eyes close, body going limp. The two Poke Balls in her hands drop to the ground, rolling off to the side. With their pray limp in their arms, the kidnapper hoists the trainer onto their shoulder. It takes but a moment for them to blend into the shadows, disappearing without a trace...

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     The dropped capsules shake violently, the creatures within them seething with pure rage. Someone had dared to lay their filthy hands on their trainer. As her protectors, Dawn’s Pokemon would not stand for this. As a team they’d all made a promise; protect and love their trainer with all they had. The bastard was going to pay.

     ...But what could they do? It wouldn’t be long until they turned back into stuffed toys. The Pokemon couldn’t rescue her as they were now. They had to get help. Someone to rescue Dawn in their stead.

     A bright light shone from the capsules as they cracked open, revealing the Empoleon and Garchomp concealed within. For the moment their true forms were accessible, thought it wouldn’t be for long without Dawn’s presence. Alexia chitters to the other in a language only they understand. They had an idea of who to ask for help.

     Nodding to each other, the two Pokemon dash out of the alleyway and into the streets of Belinia. Destination? High Cliff Apartments.