#lovely people 🌻

[metamorphesque]

sending you strenght and virtual hugs hope you'll get happier soon! 💕

aww thank you so much, lovie 🧡

[starvedvampire]

i truly wish all my mutuals on here find someone they feel as comfortable and safe with as i do when i’m with my boyfriend

[xenasaur]

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[feluka]

how it started

how it’s going

[travelerbasilau]

I PICK WHAT UP AND I GENTLY HOLD AND HUG HIM HE IS GETTING LOVE AND CUDDLES AND AFFECTION

Hhguuwuubbwjuugguuyghjgyuhghghjuhghuugh???

[sunshinestrand]

It’s Beas nice ask day!

So my question for you: When you hear “treat yo self” what is the first thing that comes to mind for how you “treat yo self”

Omg stop, this is such a lovely idea 🤧 I'm always down for nice asks, and you've made a whole day? Amazing.

You've come to the right place because 'treat yo self' is my motto. It's usually uttered when I'm deciding whether or not to purchase something (spoiler: I always make the purchase). Almost always, it's a book. Sometimes, it is a dessert from the bakery in the grocery store. Things you just get because you can. But every day after work, I buy myself a coffee and a sweet treat as a celebration for making it through my day. It's routine, it's tradition, it shall never be broken.

Also, writing. It is a stress relief for me, so any time I feel like I need to have a break and calm down, I do some writing. Treating myself by way of taking care of myself, offering some time where I don't have to worry about anything else.

Thank you so much for the ask!! 💛💛

[napsaps-archive]

all this recent drama has been good for one thing: after two years in the fandom, i finally don't give a shit and can laugh about the vast majority of the petty bs they call drama these days

-🌻

i wish i was you ive been here for so long and i still very much care about everything 😭😭

[honkifyourelonely]

i love her so much

[famiglia-lealta]

I was going to write this on my personal blog, but I'm too lazy right now to switch accounts;-

Reflecting whilst listening to the backing tracks of John Simm's Master {Doctor Who}, it occurred to me that it's rare that a typical hero or 'good guy' becomes an interest for me. Or rather, there's affection and an acknowledgement like 'you got some good morals bro, I'm rooting for you'.

But what I really, really love - it's a well written villain. Anti-heroes or villains that find their redemption are all good flavors too - but it's those moments where the good guys think they've finally won, all that suffering and loss of life wasn't for waste. And then the villain-type turns around with something you absolutely didn't see coming, showing their qualities of intelligence and ingenuity, cunning and ruthlessness. A drive and a desire to come out on top no matter the cost.

Whether the tragic backstory is a part of it or not - it's those villain types that would strike a match to watch the world burn from the center of it all, the slight touch of madness on the side. From a fictional and a literary sense, it's absolutely fascinating and gives me chills every single time.

[cryptids-lobelia-garden]

ALRIGHTY here’s day 2! A day late bc my WiFi was absolute Garbage yesterday- it’s fixed now!

Warnings: Drugged whumpee? Sort of? (Hospital pain meds), conditioned whumpee, he is in the hospital, also he’s like. Kinda delirious I think? Idk the meds are messing with his head, also he’s Not Happy about the fact he’s on them, people being suspicious of Caretaker because of scars (whumpee sets the facts straight before anything happens though)

Day 2: Sweat Brain Fog

The Meeting Arc Part 2

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It’s too bright.

Volo squeezes his eyes back shut the moment they open with a quiet groan.

The world feels.. weird. He feels weird.

Almost dizzy..?

Thinking feels weird too.. fuzzy..

Yeah. Fuzzy’s a good way to describe how he feels right now. And tired.

So, so very tired..

He wakes up again, squinting against the light.

Oh, I’m somewhere unfamiliar..

Where are my..

Where. Where are they. Where are my Pokémon.

He moves to try to sit up.

Oh, his head’s spinning.

His whole body feels.. heavy.. exhausted..

So exhausted..

Pokémon. Right, he needs to find his Pokémon-

There’s a tube in his arm?

Hospital?

Why am I.. What hospital am I in..

He clumsily pokes at his watch, squinting at the screen, trying to see the time, date, and location.

It’s so blurry..

Okay. Giving up on that.

“Hello?” He calls out. “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Someone pokes his head in. A nurse, probably? “Oh, you’re awake!” The nurse hurries over, gently pushing him back to the bed. “Here, lay back down.”

Each word makes his head swim. He’s tired, everything is fuzzy, and it takes him a minute to figure out what the guy said. “Mmkay.. where are my Pokémon..?”

The nurse frowns. “..There’s a guy in the lobby. He might know, but before we let you talk to him, we have some questions to ask.”

All Volo got out of that was someone’s in the lobby. Something about questions. “..who..?”

“His name is Cheri Jennings.”

Volo lets out a sigh of relief.

Okay. Cheri has his Pokémon. He doesn’t know Cheri very well, but Cheri saved him, right? And whatever Cheri wants with him, he trusts that they’ll be taken care of, for now, at least- if Cheri’s trying to gain his trust, anyway.

They’re okay..

So exhausted..

His eyes slip closed again.

Time passes for him like the blink of an eye, and when he wakes up again, someone else is in the room, checking machines by his bed. She looks over as he moves.

“Hello. Can you understand me?”

“Um..” Volo nods.

He’s a little more awake now. Everything still feels so fuzzy, though. He’s also tired, exhaustion running bone-deep, and he makes no move to get up this time. “..Where am I?”

“Okay.” The lady takes a deep breath. “..You’re in the Eterna City Hospital. You were brought here by Cheri Jennings. He said the two of you were attacked by a strange man with powerful Pokémon, is that right?”

Volo thinks for a moment. Remembering takes so much energy- but he does. “Mmh.. Yes, that’s what happened. We were.. we were fighting someone horrible, and..” He shakes his head. “..I.. got hurt..? And I remember him carrying me..” He shakes his head. “He had ice on his arm, is he okay?”

“He’s okay. ..I have another question.”

Volo nods.

“Was he the one who made the.. well.” The nurse shifts uncomfortably.

Oh. “You saw those..?” Ignoring the sick feeling in his stomach, Volo shakes his head. “N.. no, he didn’t make those.. is he here right now..?”

The nurse nods. “Yes, he’s in the lobby. ..who-”

“It doesn’t matter, but, um.. It wasn’t him, can.. Can you let him in here..? Please?”

The nurse thinks for a moment, then sighs, nodding. “I’ll bring him in.”

Volo nods, eyes slipping closed.

When they open again, Cheri’s asleep by his bed, though Cheri quickly wakes up when Volo moves.

“Hey,” he says, taking Volo’s hands in his.

Volo flinches. He can’t help it, yanking himself away from contact as if another person’s sudden touch is a hot coal.

Most people avoid touching him, pull away quickly once he flinches. But Cheri keeps his hands open.

And Volo reaches forward, letting Cheri hold his hands.

It’s been so, so long since he’s felt a comforting touch.

“..you saved my life,” he murmurs. “..why? What do you have to gain, by having this power over me?”

“What power?” Cheri shakes his head. “What are you talking about??”

“You saved my life,” Volo repeats. “So it now belongs to you.”

“..that’s.. Kinda a fucked way of thinking about it, don’t you think?” Cheri shakes his head, looking away. “Think about it as me repaying an old favor. My siblings and I would’ve been left with next to nothing if you hadn’t helped us when we were banished, you know?”

“..hm.” Volo nods, lightly squeezing Cheri’s hands. “I guess that makes sense. ..still.. Why save me? I don’t deserve it after the rift.” He shakes his head. “I hurt you, didn’t I? Are you trying to hurt me back?”

Cheri blinks a few times. “No? Why would I want that? Look, I know you’ve had it rough for a while, but I can promise you I don’t want to hurt you.” Cheri’s tongue glows as he makes the promise, and then magic wraps around the two of them.

Locking the promise in..?

..Volo looks away.

Then.. it’s true, he really DOESN’T want to hurt me.

“..why..?” Volo asks again. “I’m.. worthless now. There’s nobody left I can save, nothing else I can do to control the damage. I’ve apologized to almost everyone I can, I’ve hurt, I’ve bled, I’ve cried and I’ve broken over it, and now I’m worth nothing.” He lets his eyes slip closed, starting to feel uncomfortable with how much he’s shared, but it’s already out there, he might as well finish the thought. “There’s nothing more I can do but suffer. And I am so tired of suffering for it all. That’s selfish, I know, I don’t deserve death’s release, but I’m tired.”

Oooohhh no. Cheri’s mouth hangs open for a moment. “Volo.. what.. the hell are you talking about?”

Volo shakes his head, pulling Cheri’s hands to his face so he can hide behind them. After a moment, one of Cheri’s hands let go.

Volo’s disappointment is short lived, because Cheri’s hand is in his hair next, gently brushing his bangs back over his left eye.

Oh, right, that exists. He hadn’t even noticed it wasn’t covered. His skin feels.. odd, not very sensitive..

“..hey.. Volo? ..What are you talking about?”

Cheri’s voice is so soft. So gentle, so full of worry, of concern..

Tears start to slip down Volo’s face. “I- I can’t.”

Cheri frowns. “..Is this about Eclipse? What.. what did he do..?”

“..He hurt me,” Volo whispers, hiding behind his hands. “Very badly.”

And he was kind at first too. Held me, took care of me, and I thought he was the one person in the world who hadn’t just wanted to use me.

What a foolish thought.

..he was kind at first, just like this. He said he would protect me, and he did. Nobody else could hurt me but him- this situation feels all too familiar.

But where Eclipse had no right to do what he did..

I DID hurt Cheri and his family.

“..you can too, if that’s what you kept me alive for,” he murmurs. “You must want to, it’s the only thing that makes sense.. You were hurt by me, and now you want your turn to give me my just desserts for it.”

“…Volo… What the fuck.”

Volo peeks between his fingers after a moment- oh. Cheri looks.. genuinely horrified at that idea. “..you.. really don’t want to hurt me? Not at all?”

“Why in the ever-loving fuck would I-” Cheri pulls his hands away, taking a deep breath. Volo flinches, hiding behind his hands again.

When he looks again, Cheri’s just.. staring. There’s a lot of emotions on his face, most of all a deep sadness.

“..He really, really hurt you,” Cheri murmurs.

Volo looks away. “..I know,” he says, trying to laugh even though it isn’t funny-

He’s crying. Why is he crying?

Cheri sighs, moving closer and opening his arms.

Volo hesitates.

If I trust, I’ll only get hurt. This’ll only hurt me in the end.

But after a few moments, Volo moves to Cheri anyway, careful of the medical equipment and pushing through the spots in his vision from sitting up. He’s cautious, slow.

Cheri’s arms wrap around him, and he feels so safe, so protected, and oh, this is worth whatever pain it’ll bring him later. Hiding his face in Cheri’s chest, Volo starts to shake with silent sobs.

“He..” Cheri sighs. “He’ll never hurt you again. Okay? You’re not gonna be hurt again, not by me or anyone else. Not if I have anything to say about it,” Cheri murmurs. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere, you’re okay, you’re gonna be okay.”

“I- I don’t de-eserve to be okay,” Volo sobs out. “I should be hurting. Why aren’t I hurting? I’m-” He pulls back, pulling at his hospital gown, seeing the bandages.

His skin feels weird, and dread starts to pool in his stomach. “I’m.. I’m hurt, why don’t I feel it, why don’t I-”

“Drugs.” Cheri doesn’t move to hold him again, though he keeps his arms open.

Oh. Oh, that explains the.. Everything.. Volo takes a moment to calm himself down.

“Hey..” Cheri moves to tap his shoulder, then thinks better of it, pulling back and making his voice slightly louder. “Hey.” After a few moments, Volo looks up again. “..What if I think you deserve to be okay?”

Volo thinks for a moment. “..You’re wrong.” He’s too tired to think of why.

Cheri shakes his head, opening his mouth to say something else, but then a nurse comes in.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be moving around so much!” Getting Volo to lay back down, the nurse looks over at Cheri. “Why didn’t you tell him to stop?”

Cheri grimaces, pushing back the immediate urge to defend himself. I’m fine, she’s not attacking me. “I didn’t know he couldn’t move. I’m just a visitor.”

“Right. Sorry.” The nurse checks a few things. “Make sure he doesn’t do that again, there’s a few reasons he shouldn’t be moving right now. We’ve tracked the attack back to a very powerful Pokémon, and honestly, he shouldn’t even be awake right now, let alone moving- he’s very lucky, he must’ve been hit with a weaker version of the attack than usual.”

Oh! That’s good news! Cheri nods. “I’ll make sure he holds still.”

“Thank you.” Finishing with her checks, she turns to hurry off. Cheri watches as she leaves, then turns back to Volo, eyes softening as he does. “..So.. Can I get you anything, or..?”

I feel so helpless here.. “..My Pokémon,” Volo murmurs. “Let them out.”

“They’re at the Pokémon center, I don’t have them right now. ..Sorry.” Speaking of which, I need to go pick them up soon..

“Oh..” Well, that’s disappointing, but. At least he knows they’re okay and somewhere safe. He ignores the part of him that screams it’s a lie, the part of him that screams he needs to leave, to go find them.

It’ll only hurt me to trust.

Volo stares at the wall for a few moments.

..He ignores that side of his mind despite his better judgement, reaching for Cheri again. Desperate for a kind touch he hadn’t felt in years.

Cheri scoots closer to Volo, gently resting his hand across Volo’s chest- away from the injury, of course. Volo’s body twitches with an involuntary flinch, but he hums, wrapping his arms around Cheri’s.

Cheri studies Volo’s face for a moment, his yellow eyes staring into Volo’s soul, a look Volo’s quickly become familiar with in the time they’ve spent together. “..Do you cuddle them to sleep, or..?”

Volo nods. “..I.. don’t know if I’ve slept alone a day in my life. I’ve always had.. um.. At least an egg, Toge as an egg..” He shakes his head, humming quietly as Cheri moves a little closer. “..thank you,” he murmurs.

“Don’t mention it.” Cheri rests his chin on the side of the bed, still watching Volo.

Under Cheri’s protective gaze, Volo lets himself relax. “..tell them to.. um.. lower the pain meds.. I hate feeling like this,” Volo mumbles.

“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch,” Cheri warns.

“Please. Please. I.. um..” Volo’s eyelids are heavy, but he opens his eyes anyway, staring at Cheri with a pleading look. “I have to be able to, to think. Please.”

Cheri stares back for a moment, then sighs, eyes softening as he nods. “I’ll.. see what I can do.”

Volo nods, eyes slipping closed again as he breathes a quiet sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he mumbles, relaxing into Cheri’s touch.

“Of course,” Cheri murmurs. “..Get some sleep. You need it.”

Volo nods, and Cheri watches as, slowly, his breathing evens out.

It isn’t long before Cheri’s asleep too.

[good-beans]

Bedtimeeeeee

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Hello~ 25 and/or 31 for the prompt please 🥺

🌻

25) being reminded of them by random things around them + 31) developing a new sense of attention to certain things

Izuku's always been a fan of colours.

He's had his crimson shoes as long as he can remember, his yellow backpack can be obnoxiously bright in the right light, and All Might's signature primary colours never fail to put a smile on his face. Colours have associations: orange reminds him of Kacchan; green reminds him of his mother; white and blue remind him of his journals.

When he enters UA, those associations expand with his new friends and experiences, and when he starts dating Shoto, they exacerbate further.

Shoto is a plethora of colour. Whenever he passes Tokoba beach on a summer evening, he's reminded of his turquoise eye. When the sky turns stormy, blocking the midday sun, he's reminded of his grey iris. When a navy car passes him of the street, his first thought is of Shoto's hero suit. He's pretty sure he can link any colour to his boyfriend if he wants to.

But nothing compares to the combination of red and white; wherever he looks, he can find them.

The roses in the park, peppermint sweets and coca cola cans in the supermarket, pill capsules Recovery Girl gives him, Christmas decorations and Santa hats, Pokemon balls when he's playing the game with Kaminari.

It's everywhere.

'Hey, Deku-kun!' Uraraka bounces over to him, two paper plates in her hands. 'I swiped two crepes from Lunch Rush. You have three seconds to take one before I eat them both in front of you like an anaconda.'

Snorting out a laugh at the mental image, Izuku takes a plate, looking down at the crepe, covered in strawberries and cream. Immediately, his smile turns dopey.

'Thinking about Todoroki-kun again?' Uraraka asks, mouth full. Her eyes are narrowed to show that she clearly knows the answer.

'Come on, are you not also reminded of him?' Izuku pouts, gesturing to the dessert.

'The resemblance is uncanny.' She deadpans, before glancing past his shoulder. 'Hey, Todoroki-kun. Deku-kun just told me you look like a snack.'

Izuku squawks and spins around to find his boyfriend staring at them, eyes curious as he tilts his head to the side.

'I did not!' He exclaims, before slapping a hand to his forehead. 'Well, I did, but I don't think you're a snack- well... I do think you're a snack like a "snacc", but not in the literal sense. Holy All Might, what am I even saying?'

He exhales, determined, and holds out the crepe like it's an offering. 'You match.'

Shoto looks from Izuku to the crepe, then repeats the action a few more times, before his lip twitches. However, when he remembers they're in public, he clears his throat, expression neutral.

'Don't worry, babe. I do the same whenever I eat broccoli.'

Izuku blinks dumbly at the admission, shocked into silence.

Behind him, Uraraka cackles.

Prompts

[starvedvampire]

okay but fr i still cannot get over the fact that i’m loved by my partner.

i’m serious. it just seems so insane to me: you’re telling me there’s a person out there, a gorgeous, sweet, lovely individual who not only tolerates parts of myself i’m ashamed of, but they even think those things are cute?????? are you kidding me???

the parts of my being i thought i would be lucky if someone simply not hated, this wonderful person wants me for them?? they might even encourage them??????

we’ve been together for months and i still cannot get my mind around it, i genuinely can’t believe i’m this lucky

[shehungthemoon]

I was reading your comments in a comment section and I love you (platonically) thank you for spreading truth about Israel. I like how you mentioned schools not telling the truth about history.<3

hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs 💕 ty for your message it always means a lot to hear from others! if my words can even mean anything to one person in the pursuit of peace and understanding of truth then it is all worth it.

[feluka]

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Life recently ~

Doing my best to keep prompts coming on time during the semester! Yesterday I went to a super high level forum, caught most of the French without a translator, and walked home in absolutely freezing rain.

This little life update is mostly to remind everyone that requests are closed but will open again this Monday the 21st ✌🏽 I’ll keep them open for two days at least. Stay weird and love always,

- L