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let me love you | Leah Williamson x Reader

a lot of angst, ending in fluff, themes of eating disorders, depression and alcohol abuse, 5900 words

please keep sending request yall i need something to feed my brainnn

i’m stuck on a blurb for this so basically just what happens after a rough moment in r and leah’s relationship, can they fix it? can they learn to love each other again? the photo i’ve used says it all lol

it’s piecy and i think u can see my sleep deprivation in this one but hope you enjoy!

I’d known going into camp that I was in trouble. That as soon as the team doctor did our pre camp exam that I was going to be fucked. With the extensive weight loss I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was approached but I hadn’t expected it to be the first night.

I’d been lying in my bed, in my room by myself. I was rooming with Keira this camp, but luckily enough she spent most of her time in Lucy or Leah’s room so I didn’t see much of her. I’d had the tv playing in the background, to fill the room with something other than the sound of my breathing and the sound of me scrolling through my phone. Then my little bubble, my perfect barrier that I’d created was broken by the resounding noise of someone knocking at my door.

“Y/n, it’s me.”

Sarina. Fuck.

“It’s open.”

It was probably the polite thing to get up and open the door but I was comfortable in my bed and while Sarina was terrifying I couldn’t see her getting mad at me over something so minor. The door cracked open and I switched the tv off out of respect for the manager who had closed my hotel room door behind her. Her face was unsteady, like she was unsure how to approach the conversation, something that I’d never seen on her.

“You missed dinner.”

“I feel asleep, the jetlag has tossed me around a little bit. I didn’t even realise until I woke up twenty minutes ago.”

It wasn’t a lie, I had travelled an obscene amount in the past twenty four hours. I’d flown from Cabo to New York, then spent 20 hours in New York with Kristie and some of the Gotham girls before getting on a plane to take me to Barcelona, where I’d spent a very short eight hours with Keira and Lucy before we got on a plane to London to bring us to camp. It had been hectic to say the least and had resulted in one of my suitcases being lost and me being in a very lengthy back and forth discussion with British Airways about how my luggage had ended up in Austria and that no, I didn’t have the time to go to Austria to retrieve it.

“I think we need to have a talk.”

Sarina’s foot was tapping nervously at her side, it was her tell, she was about to have a hard conversation that was not going to be easy to go over.

“Okay.”

She nodded at me.

“Meeting room 2, five minutes?”

I gulped, fuck, a meeting room. It had gone from informal to a little bit to formal for my liking. I nodded regardless, too scared to reply in any other way.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as Sarina had left my room I was throwing myself out of the bed to throw on some proper clothes and make myself look a little bit more presentable. I threw on my light blue tech fleece and puffer jacket that we all had and then very haphazardly threw my hair into a greasy high pony. I pushed some mascara through my eyelashes and some moisturiser on my skin before coming to the conclusion that no amount of makeup was going to be able to disguise the purple bags under my eyes. Once I was done making myself look a little bit less dead I picked up my phone and keycard from my bedside table and left the room, making my way down the hallway towards the meeting rooms.

The meeting rooms had a multitude of purposes, zoom calls, skypes, video review, contract signing. Business stuff mainly, not a talk with your coach. That was what had me trembling a little bit as I made my way closer to the meeting rooms. When I got to the door of the second one, the one I’d been told to go to I waited outside of it for a few seconds before lifting my fist and knocking twice on the door. I didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Sarina was at the door opening it for me in a matter of seconds. I stepped into the room quickly, my eyes recognising all the faces in the room.

I was directed to a seat at the table, sitting directly across from Sarina, Leah, Millie and our team doctor. Lucy and Keira were seated on either side of me and the whole vibe of the room was enough to tell me that I was royally fucked.

“We are all here to have an open conversation about your recent medical exam.”

I kept my eyes on my own hands, which were resting on the table, playing with the rings that adorned my hands. I couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look into the eyes of a woman who a few weeks ago I had loved so intensely and now couldn’t even think about without crying.

“You're here to tell me that I’ve dropped a dangerous amount of weight considering my normal weight class, that I should get some further tests done even though we know that there is nothing medically wrong with me. We’ll beat around the bush a little bit, try to ignore the fact that we all know that you can’t allow me to play when I’ve dropped this much weight and then you’ll send me home.”

Sarina’s jaw was set firmly, I could make out that much as my eyes darted up to the older woman quickly to catch a look at her facial expression.

“Do you want to die Ms y/l/n.”

I was taken aback massively by the question, because who asks a person that question, especially in this context.

“I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation with certain people in the room. I don’t want to die necessarily but living right now isn’t exactly ideal either. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’ll admit that, I’m aware. I’ve neglected my body, prioritised other things. I knew walking in here that I’d dropped 2 stone and I wasn’t proud of it. I just went through an intense break up though, I’ve been in Cabo for three weeks, most of which I don’t remember. I know that it’s bad, I know that as an athlete we have expectations but I need some wiggle room, I need you to give me a shot to make this better. Because I honestly believe that in this environment I can fix it, I’ll get the weight back, I’ll get back into therapy or whatever. I’ll give up the bad habits, I just need a period of grace.”

I couldn’t look at Leah, couldn’t let myself out of fear that my brave face would fall and I’d be left in shambles sitting here. I just needed to convince Sarina that I could get my shit together.

She was in front of my brooding for a few minutes, leaving everyone in the room in an awkward silence.

“Everyone out besides Leah and you.”

Fuck.

I watched as everyone else slowly got up, Lucy giving me a reassuring pat on the back before exiting the room.

“I’m giving you both five minutes to explain what the fuck happened between you two, because as much as you both want to make it sound like nothing it isn’t. Everyone can feel it and obviously it's affecting the both of you.”

I still couldn’t look at her, it just hurt.

“Seems like I’m the only one who’s suffering.”

“That’s not true nor fair y/n. Leah’s having her own struggles.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the table.

“She’s the one who caused the problems in the first place so I’d call that karma.”

The tension in the room was thick, like a cloud laid over us.

“That’s not fair, you had a part in it as well.”

“I had a part in you kissing Jordan at a party?”

“Jordan kissed me first off, drunkenly, she apologised profusely to both of us when she was sober. You soberly made the decision to kiss fucking Alexia.”

If the tension could have thickened anymore, it did.

“You cheated on me with your ex, I think I can cheat on you with my ex situation.”

“Do you realised how fucked up that whole ideology is? I didn’t want to cheat on you, anyone who was there that night will tell you that I physically pushed Jordan off of me, I didn’t want it to happen. I know it hurts you, but you wouldn’t even hear me out, you didn’t answer my calls or texts. I didn’t know where you went, just heard from Lucy that you’d decided to go abroad for a few weeks and you were turning your phone off. I spent 3 days sitting in Keira’s apartment balling my eyes out because I missed you so much, I haven’t slept properly ever since, I can’t fucking live without you y/n/n.”

Leah was sobbing and it hurt a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears from her face and apologise for my stupidity, to make it all better. But I was stubborn as shit and I also hadn’t really forgiven Leah. I hadn’t forgiven myself either.

That night had been the worst one of my life. Seeing Leah making out with Jordan had broken my heart and before I knew it I’d been running out of the bar we’d been celebrating in and calling Ale because she was my person and then she was picking me up and taking me back to my apartment and she was comforting me on our sofa and then we were kissing and Leah was walking in, mascara smeared and tears down her face and then Ale was running out of the apartment. I ended up waiting for Leah to fall asleep before I’d fled. I’d been terrified, my fear response was flight, when I was scared I fled, so that was what I’d done on that godforsaken night.

“I don’t really give a shit who did what. You both fucked up, that’s evident. We have the olympic coming up, Leah you are coming off of an ACL injury and you are going to be our captain, y/n, we need you on top of your game for us to win. I won’t deal with this team being torn into shreds because the both of you are too stubborn to talk about your feelings. Am I understood?”

Both Leah and I nodded meekly at Sarina, the both of us equally terrified of the dutchwoman and the tone of voice she was using towards us, like we were six year olds.

“Y/n, I’ll give you a grace period, two weeks. You’ve got two weeks to show that you can make some improvement in your habits, but there will be conditions if you wish to continue training and playing during those two weeks. You will eat every single meal, with the rest of the team. You aren’t going to work out beyond our team scheduled gym sessions. You will go back to talking to a therapist on a weekly basis. You are going to socialise with your teammates instead of holding yourself up in your room by yourself. You and Leah will room together until you can prove to me that you can be civil. If any of these conditions are broken you will find yourself sidelined, am I understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sarina nodded at me, her blue eyes staring intensely into my own, I was trying to get away from this situation, away from the confrontation that was only bound to get worse the longer Leah and I were stuck in a room together.

“You are free to go, I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I’d given Sarina a quick nod before bolting out of my seat and straight out of the room. I was pretty sure I’d had the worst 96 hours of my life. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my hair and face were still greasy from all of the airplane travel and my eyes just hurt. I half jogged my way back to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me almost as soon as I’d closed the door behind me. I slowly slid down against the solid wood, this whole situation was so fucked.

Not only did I have to focus on being fucking civil with a woman who I hated, I had to fucking turn my whole life around in a matter of two weeks, which right now seemed pretty fucking impossible. I wasn’t a person who cried very often, I wasn’t in touch with my emotions like that. But right now, fat, warm, wet tears were dripping down my face and my lip was wobbling between my two front teeth trying to suppress the sobs that were coming up from my throat. Love hurt. Loving someone and being loved is one of the hardest things that I’d ever done, because it’s not easy to spend every day loving a person, it fulfilling but it also is so fucking painful.

I could hardly make up the energy to get off the floor, so I didn’t. I sat against the door, crying, shaking and trembling as I let out the feelings that I’d built up for the last month. I was a person who didn’t cry very often, when I was drunk, when someone died, when I was really hurt. That was the extent of my emotional release. Leah was similar, that’s why we’d hit it off, neither of us were over emotional, we didn’t read into things and we didn’t over complicate anything. At the end of the day neither of us had to worry about the other one getting offended by a joke or drunken words. I’d honestly believed we were soulmates, for a long time, but that night had wrecked it all.

Both of us had been stupid, it had been the celebratory night of our win in the Nations League, we’d beaten Spain, it was a big deal. Everyone was completely wasted and I didn’t remember much of the night until Leah had been on the dance floor with Jordan, Chloe, Millie, Rachel and some other teammates and one moment Leah is motioning for me to join me and the next Jordan is making out with her and I’m running out with Lucy following me. Then Lucy called Ale because I’d locked myself in our hotel room ensuite. Then Ale was there and she was comforting me and hugging me and I was pissed off at Leah and then I was kissing Ale and she was telling me no and the Leah walked in to comfort me and it was just a fucking mess of alcohol and emotions.

Just thinking about that night had hurt, I hadn’t let myself in the last month. Not when I’d been in Cabo drinking all day and night, clubbing and partying and spending all of my spare time trying to push my emotions away. Then I’d gotten the call from Sarina, I’d been expecting it but it had still shocked me for some reason. In a matter of 24 hours I’d been packing up all my shit and hopping on a plane back to the one place that I couldn’t have been more desperate to avoid. I’d contemplated turning down the call up, but a call from my agent had told me that I couldn’t expect an invite back if I turned one down now. The Olympics was a big deal as well, it was something that I did want to do but the overwhelming anxiety I had felt being faced with the reality that I was walking into a group of people that worshipped the ground that my ex girlfriend walked on.

My thought pattern was interrupted by the sound of knocking directly above my head. The sound pulsated against the wood and across my body, seeping deep into my bones. It was a resounding knock, loud, echoing across the room.

“Y/n, open up.”

It was the voice that I least wanted to hear at that moment and I tried my hardest to ignore it but the sound of the knocking repeating made it harder.

“Y/n/n, c’mon, open the door, I know you're in there.”

It was the nickname that only she called me, a nickname I hadn’t heard in a month and it hurt my soul hearing it. It made fresher tears fall from my eyes that I rubbed at furiously with the sleeve of my jumper. I wiped as much of the smudged mascara and tears from my face, I knew subconsciously that my eyes were red and puffy and Leah would one hundred percent be able to tell. For my dignity though I rubbed it all from my face before standing up and opened the door.

Before I could say anything Leah had slipped past me and into the room, making herself at home and sitting down on Keira’s bed, resting herself at the very top so she was leaning against the headboard. I pushed down any thoughts that I had about Leah being in the same position in our own bed, except with a lot less clothes covering her body.

“You’ve been crying.”

It wasn’t a question, a statement, but it held a question in it somewhere. Leah wasn’t used to me crying, so the fact that I was crying was probably a little bit of a shock to her.

“What do you want?”

Leah pouted at me, sarcastically, it pissed me off how confident she was when I felt like I was tearing at the seams.

“In case you didn’t remember, we’re roomies now. I wanted to talk, I think we both have stuff we need to get off of our chests. I love you y/n/n and I’m worried about you.”

“Go worry about Jordan.”

I was leaning against the dresser, trying my hardest to keep my shit together in front of the woman that was making me feel so many things that I had been denying myself for a month.

“That’s fair, but also not necessary. I didn’t kiss her y/n, I didn’t even get as close as a metre’s distance from her, anyone there could tell you that. I pushed her off me. So yes, she kissed me, without my consent or my desire for her to do so. I love you, not her. I promise you that. She means nothing to me beyond being my friend, I don’t love her.”

I didn’t really know what to say. Leah wasn’t really the root of my anger, because I knew that it had been Jordan all over Leah, and at the end of the day she’d come to my room that night to apologise instead of going back to Jordan’s, I was her priority.

“She loves you, and I can’t do anything about that. That hurts and I know that it shouldn’t, I have no right to be jealous but it hurts.”

Leah looked contemplatively at me, like she was trying to understand what I was saying but knew that she couldn’t really.

“Do you love Alexia?”

I gulped, that was a fucked up question that I didn’t have a answer for. My immediate silence gave enough context to that.

“That’s not a fair question.”

I was deflecting and also furiously toying with a loose thread on the edge of my jumper.

“I think I deserve to know if the woman I love loves me the same way.”

It was hard hearing those words come out of her mouth as well.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I dated her for six years, I thought I was going to marry her. I don’t love her like I loved you. We broke up because we couldn’t love each other that way. It was a surface relationship, but we both knew at the end of the day that we couldn’t get married or have kids or get old together, we didn’t love each other like that. We didn’t have a messy break up, I didn’t have a phase where I hated her and I wanted nothing more than to be away from her. We just stopped physically loving each other. She’s still my person Leah, you know that. I regret kissing her, I was so drunk and I was so fucking upset and she was so familiar to me in that moment. So maybe I do love her, in some fucked up way, but I don’t love her long term. She’s not the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life loving, not the person that I want to wake up next to, not the person that I want to write vows for, not the person that I want to be with every minute of every day. I don’t yearn for her.”

I realised now that there were tears in Leah’s eyes, which shocked me a little. Leah never cried, I could count the amount of times I’d seen her properly sob on one hand. Four times. When we won the Euros, when she did her ACL, when she woke up from ACL surgery and that night when it had all happened. Apart from that she was a brick wall, she wore a facade everyday, that very little people got to see broken down. I considered myself very grateful to have been able to see past it, to see the side of Leah that not a lot did. She’d let a stray tear go every once in a while, but proper crying, proper emotional, vulnerable crying was very rare to see.

“Do you love me long term?”

“Leah, that's not a fair question either.”

Tears were running down Leah’s face, similar to the tears that had been falling down my face less than five minutes ago.

“It's not fair? I’ve been here for the last month y/n, wondering if we still stand a chance. Wondering if you still love me, wondering if I should wait around for you? I want to know if you still love me as much as I love you.”

I could feel more tears coming to my eyes, Leah was sitting not even three metres away from me and yet it felt like we were oceans apart.

“I don’t know. Does it really matter?”

Leah was wiping at her face, she detested vulnerability and it was clear in her actions.

“Does it matter? Y/n/n, I am trying to figure out if I am going to spend the rest of my life fucking mourning losing the love of my life. I want to know if I stand a chance, if there is something here that we can salvage, something here that we can try and fix. I will spend everyday making it up to you if I have to, anything you need us to do I am down to do it.”

I shifted from toe to toe in my spot standing, Leah’s words were so genuine, they had so much power over me, sent shivers down my whole body.

“I love you. I love you enough though to tell you that I’m a fucking wreck, some of it’s because of this, some of it is just me. Leah I’m trying to fucking sort myself out now and I love you but I’m not going to tell you that your my priority right now, I love you but I also am trying to learn how to love myself and I’m also trying to learn how to love my sport again.”

Leah pursed her lips, wiping the last of her emotional admission tears from her face. She looked so raw, her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy high bun, an unusual look for her, her face was stripped bare of any makeup and her jumper looked a tad bit too big on her. She looked stripped, stripped of her dignity, stripped of her facade, stripped of everything that made her Leah motherfucking Williamson. I wasn’t looking at England’s captain, I wasn’t looking at Arsenal and England’s world class defenders. I was looking at just Leah. The Leah who would wake me up with forehead kisses every morning, the Leah who would give me foot massages after a rough training, the Leah who would only look at me in a room full of people.

“I’ve worried about you so much that I started to get scared I was praying. You took off and I didn’t know with who or where. I mean I know that I fucked up but y/n/n, we could have talked it out, or we could have tried to. You fled and you didn’t even give me a goodbye. I didn’t know if we were done or if I was ever going to see you again and it fucking broke me. I stayed in bed for a week, I didn’t eat, I didn’t leave. Keira and Lucy literally had to drag me out of bed to get me to do anything. I cried, non stop for a week, it was horrible and I felt like shit. Then Lucy got Alexia to come over and we talked it out and she told me that she didn’t mean for it to happen and all she wanted was for us to be happy and it broke me because how am I supposed to be happy when the woman I love is nowhere to be seen.”

A sob echoed from her chest and it broke my heart, because I hated seeing Leah in pain, I hated seeing her hurt. When she’d done her ACL it had been the most gut wrenching thing I’d had to witness. The only difference was that now I was the source of pain and it hurt ten times more.

I pushed myself off of the dresser and towards the bed. Leah’s head was buried in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees as her palms rubbed furiously at her eyes. I sat down onto the bed and pushed myself up against the headboard beside her, putting one of my arms down on her shoulders and gently nudging her head into my neck. It was uncharted territory but also felt so familiar and right. Hearing Leah’s sobs hurt my soul, but my contact seemed to calm her a little bit. She flinched away initially, unsure but then she was seeking it out, leaving into me and everything about it felt right.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for what happened with Jordan, I’m sorry if I didn’t make you feel loved, I’m sorry if I didn’t treat you well enough, I’m sorry if I’m not good enough. I’m trying to work on it, I’m trying to be better,” I stopped Leah before she could say much more.

“It’s not your fault Leah,” My voice came out with exasperation, because I hated that Leah felt that way,

“You made me feel loved everyday, you treated me perfectly. You are perfect Leah, you were a perfect girlfriend, a perfect captain, a perfect person. We had our moments but you are a good person, you don’t need to be better. I’m the one who can’t fucking handle herself, who had to flee the country when it got rough and I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry that I ran when it got hard.”

Hearing Leah hiccup on her breath was so painful for me, painful enough that I reached my hand down to her face to try and wipe some of the tears off of her cheeks.

“C’mon, you're too pretty to be crying.”

It was a weak compliment that died with the mood of the room, Leah let out a depressing laugh that honestly just made it all worse but her sobs did quieten down a little bit and I noticed that the tremors that were haunting her whole body had slowed down and had become less of a repetitive pattern.

“You haven’t been eating, you lost two stones, did I do that to you?”

Leah’s voice was so shaky, so insanely innate for her.

“Me not eating has nothing to do with you and I won’t have you taking the blame for it. Not everything is your fault Leah and you don’t have to take the blame for it all. I know how your brain works, that you are going to take the blame for everything that has happened between us, but it’s not your fault, a lot of it is mine, my eating habits though have nothing to do with you.”

My voice was a mixture of steady and stern, I had a point to get across and I needed Leah to understand that, I needed her to know that. She wasn’t as fearless and brave as she constantly tried to prove to anyone, she was always the first to blame herself for anything, always getting down on herself and I knew that, I knew that Leah could send herself into a downward spiral.

She pulled her head out of my shoulder and locked eyes with me, her dark brown eyes felt like they were violating me, I felt like I was naked under her gaze, like I was so incredibly vulnerable.

“Why haven’t you been eating?”

I felt like I was under a magnifying glass, like Leah could see every single part of me and could see into my brain. She always worried about me, always. To the point where sometimes it was concerning, I had as much as a sniffle and she was doting over me like my mother.

“I’m fine Lee.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have lost two stones.”

She could read me too easily and she knew that I was pretty much putty in her hands as soon as she started talking.

“It got dark for me when I left, I needed to leave but then I was gone and I realised that I was so alone and I was partying to try and avoid my feelings and it worked but you know how I am when I’m depressed, I stop eating, I stop functioning. I lived off of alcohol for three weeks and then I got the call from Sarina and for the first time in three weeks I was completely sober and it hit me like a freight train. I realised how bad it had gotten and I was in shambles.”

Leah nodded at me, she knew how I worked, knew that when I was starting to spiral I tended to push it all down until it got so bad that I had a nervous breakdown.

“You need to eat, we need you playing, I need you on the field. It broke my heart when Sarina came and told me, when she asked me if I’d seen any of the warning signs or if I’d noticed and I couldn’t give her an answer.”

I brought my hand back up to rest on Leah’s face, she was still shaking, still hiccuping with every word that she said. I pushed the tears that were pooling on her face away with the pad of my thumb.

“I couldn’t even tell her anything.”

Leah’s words were thrown out between choken sobs and hiccups, it was so strung out and painful that I felt it in my chest.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I’m sorry I deserted you. I’m so sorry I hurt you Lee, you deserve better, you deserve someone who has their shit together.”

Leah pulled herself out from beside me and scooted herself so she was sitting in front of me, between my legs looking at me directly.

“I want you though, I want to love you and I want you to let me.”

I couldn’t do much more than look at her, look at her eyes, look at how heartbroken they were. They were full of so much pain, so many sleepless nights and a part of me wanted to fix some of that.

“Let us be happy, let all of this devastation come to an end and just let us be happy. We’ll work through what happened, we can try therapy, or something else. I want you though y/n/n, I want you forever and I don’t want us to give up on that because of some stupid shit that happened when we were drunk.”

Those fucking eyes, they held the sun and the moon, they had the power to make me do anything.

“I want to try, for us. I still think that you are my forever Leah. I just don’t want either of us to get hurt in the process.”

“Love hurts, we work through it. Please just try it for me.”

Her lip was wobbling in between her teeth and it took every single piece of self control I had to not take that lip in my own and just kiss the woman like I wanted to.

“Okay.”

Leah’s face lit up almost immediately, like a kid in a candy store. She leant in towards me, her lips hovering centimetres away from my own and her eyes looking into my own and it took literally every piece of my self control not to initiate anything.

“Is this okay?”

Leah’s voice was calmer this time, less rough on the edges, less broken. I nodded eagerly at her and relaxed into her body as she pressed her lips to mine. It was soft, tender, relaxing, so perfect.

“How about this?”

It was murmured against my lips, a small smirk forming along Leah’s lips.

“So good, but I think we are both overdue for some sleep.”

Leah frowned against my lips but nodded, we were both tired and it was obvious in our actions. She plopped herself down next to me, relaxing into my body and laying her head against my chest.

“Flick the lamp of love.”

The term of endearment sent a shiver down my back, it was so normal and yet so shocking to me. I obeyed her immediately, turning over to the bedside lamp and flicking it off so we were left in the dark. I shrugged my jacket off before relaxing down into the pillow. Leah shifted around for a few seconds, finding a comfortable spot on my body before stilling herself. She looked so small curled up against me, I tugged her hair out of its bun and rubbed her roots just the way I knew she liked me too and rubbed her back the way I knew sent her straight to sleep. It probably took not even a minute before Leah’s body relaxed fully and her breaths evened out and when they did I smiled a little bit looking at her exhausted form. I leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before relaxing myself fully against the pillows and preparing myself for my own sleep.

“I love you Leah, always.”

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pluckysidekick · 6 months

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It’s not Wednesday, Drewds, but we got a few treats today. TVLine posted an article with the sexiest TV moments of 2023, and right smack in the middle are our favorite star-crossed lovers:

This scene is everything. I will never get over it. It’s a good thing they included Nace, because if they hadn’t, I would have sent a strongly worded letter complaining about the omission.

If you haven’t heard the news, Kennedy has a new podcast, Sidebar, and it’s such a treat to listen to her personal stories, and her voice is so podcast-perfect (no surprise). Check it out on Spotify or wherever you listen to podcasts.

I’ll leave you with one of the gorgeous pics Kennedy shared today from Cabo. So lovely, and the return of the red hair is sending me.

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nace #ndcw #cw nancy drew #ace hardy #kennedy mcmann #alex saxon #author: pluckysidekick

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abisbookshelf · 1 month

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100+ songs that remind me of kiribaku/bakushima: the ship between eijiro kirishima + katsuki bakugo from my hero academia (anime)

best friend - rex orange county

sunflower - rex orange county

just a friend - jordi

pluto projector - rex orange county

i love you so - the walters

falling for ya - from the "teen beach movie" - grace phipps

line without a hook - ricky montgomery

mr. loverman - ricky montgomery

the only exception - paramore

devil town - cavetown

falling for u - peachy! & mxmtoon

best friend - laufey

let me down slowly - alec benjamin

anxiety - blackbear & FRND

training wheels - melanie martinez

like or like like - miniature tigers

would you be so kind - dodie

i like me better - lauv

nothing - bruno major

paper rings - taylor swift

puppy princess - hot freaks

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

let's fall in love for the night - FINNEAS

every summertime - NIKI

cloud 9 - beach bunny

wish you were gay - billie eilish

wish you were sober - conan gray

the king - conan gray

sports - beach bunny

say you won't let go - james arthur

fight or flight - conan gray

are you bored yet? - wallows & clairo

heather - conan gray

cruel summer - taylor swift

comfort crowd - conan gray

lemon boy - cavetown

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

this is home - cavetown

everybody talks - neon trees

someone to you - BANNERS

i love you - billie eilish

this side of paradise - coyote theory

mystery of love - sufjan stevens

always forever - cults

silence - marshmello & khalid

safe & sound (taylor's version) - taylor swift, joy williams & john paul white

safe and sound - capital cities

sweet tooth - cavetown

astronomy - conan gray

me and my husband - mitski

my love mine all mine - mitski

as the world caves in - sarah cothran

strawberries & cigarettes - troye sivan

pierre - ryn weaver

eyes closed - ed sheeran

perfect - ed sheeran

photograph - ed sheeran

can't help falling in love - elvis presley

talk to me - cavetown

we fell in love in october - girl in red

hey there delilah - plain white t's

crush culture - conan gray

for him. - troye sivan & allday

make you mine - PUBLIC

loving is easy - rex orange county & benny sings

i hear a symphony - cody fry

daylight - taylor swift

wildest dreams (taylor's version) - taylor swift

juliet - cavetown

this is what falling in love feels like - JVKE

this is what heartbreak feels like - JVKE

what was i made for? - from "barbie" - billie eilish

reflections - the neighbourhood

oh no! - MARINA

cabo - ricky montgomery

partners in crime - set it off & ash costello

it took me by surprise - maria mena

seventeen - MARINA

this december - ricky montgomery

never ever getting rid of me - waitress original broadway cast

guys dont like me - it boys!

deja vu - olivia rodrigo

drivers license - olivia rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - olivia rodrigo

bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo

teenage dream - olivia rodrigo

meant to be yours - ryan mccartan, barrett wilbert weed & michelle duffy

verbatim - mother mother

lovers rock - TV girl

lover - taylor swift

freaks - surf curse

electric love - BØRNS

sure thing - miguel

ribs - lorde

sofia - clairo

boys will be bugs - cavetown

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

people watching - conan gray

as the world caves in - matt maltese

two birds - regina spektor

i can't handle change - roar

cardigan - taylor swift

pretty boy - the neighbourhood

cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant

history hates lovers - oublaire

numb little bug - em beihold

where's my love - SYML

dark red - steve lacy

heart to heart - mac demarco

chamber of reflection - mac demarco

for the first time - mac demarco

my kind of woman - mac demarco

kids - current joys

christmas kids - roar

10 things i hate about you - leah kate

boyfriend - dove cameron

my blood - twenty one pilots

my blood - ellie goulding

drumming song - florence + the machine

you belong with me (taylor's version) - taylor swift

sparks fly (taylor's version) - taylor swift

enchanted (taylor's version) - taylor swift

i knew you were trouble (taylor's version) - taylor swift

all too well (10 minute version - taylor's version) - taylor swift

don't blame me - taylor swift

gorgeous - taylor swift

bags - clairo

open arms - SZA & travis scott

all i wanted - paramore

the great war - taylor swift

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

afterglow - taylor swift

you get me so high - the neighbourhood

runaway runaway - lullaby layla & keevin

the night we met - lord huron

watercolor eyes - from "euphoria" - lana del rey

late night talking - harry styles

shameless - camila cabello

those eyes - new west

here with me - d4vd

golden hour - JVKE

what a time - julia michaels & niall horan

we belong together - ritchie valens

can't take my eyes off you - frankie valli

i like you (a happier song) - post malone & doja cat

sweater weather - the neighbourhood

K. - cigarettes after sex

out of my league - fitz and the tantrums

until i found you - stephen sanchez & em beihold

loverboy - a-wall

set fire to the rain - adele

mrs magic - strawberry guy

je te laisserai des mots - patrick watson

rises the moon - liana flores

last dance - scratch massive & maud geffray

crush - cigarettes after sex

trust fund baby - why don't we

hooked - why don't we

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) - studio killers

not another song about love - hollywood ending

the red means i love you - madds buckley

i won't say (i'm in love) - disney cast from "hercules"

first love/late spring - mitski

love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse

stereo hearts - gym class heroes & adam levine

did i mention - cast from "descendants"

bad romance - lady gaga

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

still into you - paramore

i kissed a boy - jupither

bang bang (new version) - K'NAAN & adam levine

dress - taylor swift

midnight rain - taylor swift

baby i'm yours - arctic monkeys

falling - chase atlantic

say yes to heaven - lana del rey

cry - cigarettes after sex

sweet - cigarettes after sex

my type - saint motel

they don't know about us - one direction

something just like this - the chainsmokers & coldplay

no one compares to you - jack & jack

yellow hearts - ant saunders

if we have each other - alec benjamin

hey stupid, i love you - JP saxe

if i saw him, i'd still kiss him - mccafferty

i love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers

i am falling for you - loving caliber

dream boy - waterparks

disaster - conan gray

@ my worst - blackbear

golden - harry styles

start a riot - BANNERS

i love you - woodkid

maniac - conan gray

there is more in the spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/08jACx5UDxnojbTv4I5NR0

if you have any other recommendations for songs please let me know and they will go straight into the playlist. also, please don't be disrespectful and this is a reminder that these are my opinions, i hope that you enjoy the playlist!! ❤️🧡💋

#kiribaku #bakushima #katsuki #katsuki bakugou #baku #bakugou katsuki #kiri #kirishima eijirou #my hero #my hero academia #boku no #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #headcanons #gay #i ship these two so hard

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cuidemonos-juntos · 9 months

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Autolesiones

Es un daño corporal autoinfligido que en un primer momento no tiene como objetivo el suicidio. Se llevan a cabo en diferentes zonas del cuerpo y pueden consistir en cortes, quemaduras, golpes, erosiones (rascado intenso), etc.

Las autolesiones suelen comenzar en la preadolescencia o en los primeros años de la adolescencia, cuando hay cambios emocionales rápidos, frecuentes e inesperados pero eso no quiero decir que una persona adulta no practique las autolesiones

generalmente se autolesionan porque son incapaces de enfrentarse a una situación, dificultad o dolor psicológico de una forma saludable. Tienen pensamientos difíciles de soportar o sentimientos desesperados, y como tienen una gran dificultad para controlar sus emociones, trasladan ese no-control a otra acción lesiva que sí pueden controlar: la autolesión. Así, con las autolesiones no suicidas se busca expresar un malestar, un no-tolerar algo.

Para intentar calmarse sin autolesionarse es conveniente:

Hablar con alguien o si se está solo, llamar o escribir a un amigo.

Distraerse escuchando música, viendo la TV o hacer algo que guste.

Hacer cosas que relajen como dar una vuelta, bailar, hacer ejercicios de relajación o apretar una pelota antiestrés.

Encontrar una manera de expresar tus emociones escribiendo en un diario, dibujando o pintando

Sabemos que salir de esta situación es difícil, pero no imposible, cada persona es diferente y algunas de estas estrategias funcionan para unas y no para otras solo es cuestión de probar,

no pienses que estas solo todos tenemos luchas internas y hay veces que es necesario hablarlas para poder enfrentarlas junto a alguien :)

#salud mental #autolesiones #creado por valeria gaibor : )

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alevadalouca · 3 months

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𓏲 * when death says: hello, darling. i respond: fuck it!

CEMRE BAYSEL? não! é apenas ASLIHAN ERSOY, ela é filha de HADES do chalé 13 e tem VINTE E OITO ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há TREZE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, ALLIE é bastante DIVERTIDA mas também dizem que ela é DISSIMULADA mas você sabe como é hefesto, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

habilidades: reflexo e força sobre- humanos. extras: é bissexual e faz parte da equipe de patrulheiros. conselheira do chalé de hades.

alev, a gadanha: como a arma da morte, em sua aparência a gadanha tem a cor toda prateada, mas sua lâmina é composta por pequenas caveiras e descrições sobre a morte. aslihan consegue manipular o tamanho da gadanha através de um pequeno botão em sua base, podendo ter uma arma de cabo longo ou pequeno, assim como, a dividir em duas, mas neste caso, assume o tamanho de uma espada comum. quando não está a utilizando, a arma assume a forma de um bracelete prateado.

manipulação de fogo infernal: é capaz de gerar e controlar chamas extraídas de regiões infernais, podendo utilizá-las como manipuladores de fogo usam chamas comuns, porém com algumas diferenças. por ser um tipo incomum e sobrenatural de fogo, Seu poder destrutivo é consideravelmente superior. aslihan além de conseguir incinerar seus alvos, consegue manipular o fogo para transformá-lo em uma bola explosiva, consegue montar escudos ao seu redor e usá-lo em sua arma, mantendo-o acesso na lâmina. o fogo tem a capacidade de causar dores e tormento, tanto físicos quanto espirituais em seus alvos; um ponto extra do poder, é conseguir reanimar criaturas infernais com o fogo, porém, nunca tentou com pessoas.

maldição de hades: claro que hades não deixaria a filha só sair do submundo, não não. aslihan teve a funcionalidade do seu poder alterado, quando usa em pessoas (que estejam vivas, carne e osso etc) consegue sentir o mesmo que seu alvo. exemplo: se com o fogo do inferno a outra pessoa sente muita dor física, aslihan sente o mesmo; se as dores forem mentais (podendo ser luto, ansiedade, depressão) igualmente.

trigger warning: menção a menor de idade usando drogas.

hades foi facilmente atraído pela mente de esmeray, não somente pelo que percorria na consciência dela, mas pela energia de morte que a rondava. responsável por uma funerária, lidava com cadáveres o tempo todo, no entanto, de forma mórbida, escrevia sobre cada um deles em seu diário, criando vidas e as manipulando com um senso incomum sobre a morte. para aslihan crescer dentre os mortos foi a parte fácil da sua infância, difícil foi perceber a morte se aproximando da própria mãe em forma de câncer: sentia o cheiro, via a áurea. a doença se espalhou rápido, a consumiu em três meses e um pouco mais daqueles dias cruéis, se tornou órfã. ou ao menos, imaginou que fosse.

o luto a transformou, a alegria provinha apenas quando usando drogas, quando cobria o corpo de tatuagens, quando brigava com alguém na rua. tornou-se uma rebelde com causa, e uma noite, em meio a choros e garrafas de vodka esvaziada, a voz de hades se fez presente através de um dos corpos que estavam no subsolo da sua casa, aquele que foi esquecido e tido como indigente. uma voz intensa e nada empática, revelando a verdade para a criança. o deus foi rápido, curto e até grosseiro em dizer a ela que estava correndo perigo, que precisava ir com as crianças que logo bateriam a sua porta e ofereceriam uma saída. a princípio pensou em recusar, afinal, tinha tudo o que desejava: liberdade. mas algo em seu interior, a avisava que já havia vivido muito para um semideus sem treino.

os anos no acampamento foram fáceis, mais uma vez, a parte difícil veio após sua primeira missão em nome do pai. precisava recuperar um objeto em nome de hades, mas veja, perdeu o controle dos próprios poderes e o deus precisou intervir antes que pessoas fossem feridas sem necessidade. dois anos, foi o tempo que passou presa no submundo, comendo do mesmo alimento de cães infernais, sendo tratada como um lixo; tornou-se uma sombra, atormentada por almas que sofriam. naquela oportunidade, percebeu que jamais passaria de um cão para o pai, para os deuses. luke castellan sempre esteve certo em querer acabar com os olimpianos.

allie entrou no acampamento com quinze, a missão foi com vinte e quatro,

fazem dois anos que hades a liberou, mas apenas com a intenção de livrar-se do peso morto.

aslihan odeia o pai, e deixa isso bem claro nas diversas vezes que tentou queimar o chalé.

embora seja uma pessoa que quer que os deuses se acabem, se esforça um pouco no acampamento.

pode ser conhecida pela personalidade rebelde, porém, bem animada quando envolve álcool e drogas.

#* considerando likes para plots !#𓏲 * about. ヽ chaos fire desire the secret of death.

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rowretro · 5 months

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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Blood, Kissing

✧CHAPTER 7✧

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj

"What about Amsterdam?" Riki asked as y/n narrowed her eyes at him "There will be too many temptations everywhere-" y/n frowned, knowing very well just how their Saturday Nights in Amsterdam will turn into. A sinful night of drugs drugs and drugs, edibles on a daily basis, and a whole room for alcohol, heck even a bar in their own bedroom.

"Yeah you're right... What about Cabo?" Riki asked as y/n thought for a second "It sounds nice but... doesn't your dad run an alcohol factory there as well?..." y/n pointed out as Riki sighed "Well that leaves us Finland, Greece and France..." Riki turned to y/n who was gently rocking baby Kyle "You know... no one would ever predict the most ruthless drug lord Riki living in France, a country of romance and fancy cigarettes." Y/n pointed out with a smile.

"Okay... well we can leave tomorrow, I'll book some flight tickets, and get the maids to pack our bags" The male said as he kissed her forehead. Y/n blushed at his actions as she looked down at the baby "Aren't you a little cutieeee" Y/n cooed as the baby giggled, playing with her hair. "Ah- Kyleee- what is it with you and pulling hair?" y/n asked as the baby laughed, pulling harder.

The night went by pretty smoothly. That was weird... The baby didn't cry once. Frowning, y/n got up, only to see Riki wasn't beside her, she put on her glasses as she went downstairs, only to find the teary eyed baby, on Riki's lap, the two watching an R-rated horror movie, the baby had his headphones on, not hearing a sound. "NISHIMURA RIKI!" Y/n called out sternly as Riki flinched, waking up holding the baby close to himself as he turned to his girlfriend.

"SERIOUSLY?! YOU'RE WATCHING THE WINNIE THE POOH HORROR MOVIE WITH THE BABY?!" Y/n scolded as Riki blinked. "Sweetheart... baby- look! he giggles every time one of the girls get murdered" Riki said as Y/n took the baby from him turning off the TV.

"That stupid movie is 1% plot and 9000% violence! its disgusting and definitely not something you should play in front of our baby Riki!... oh god what if he grows up to be a serial killer...." the girl spiralled as Riki sighed, hugging her and the baby. "Oh babe... I'm sorry... he was crying so I brought him down and played one of the Muppet movies, and well I guess when I fell asleep he somehow managed to switch the channel-" Riki explained as y/n frowned.

"You expect me to believe that a baby could use a TV remote?" Y/n asked in disbelief, even though Riki was being honest, it just didn't sound right. Just as she said so, the TV suddenly turned on, the remote in the baby's hold. "Oh my god... he's smarter than me-" y/n said, gasping as Riki shrugged. He just got lucky with that.

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

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somaisumsemideus · 6 months

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Tommy Martinez? não! é apenas Héktor, ele é filho de Hécate do chalé 20 e tem 28 anos. A tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no Nível III por estar no acampamento há 28 anos, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, Hék é bastante Leal mas também dizem que ele é Teimoso. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

HISÓRIA

Na noite de um ritual dedicado a Hécate, um evento mágico singular ocorreu. Um humano praticante da arte Wicca, fervorosamente dedicado à Deusa da magia, foi agraciado com a presença de Hécate em pessoa. Durante a cerimônia, uma energia mística pulsante permeou o ambiente, dando origem a um ser excepcional: um filho de Hécate. O homem, maravilhado e ciente da singularidade do evento, viu-se impossibilitado de criar a criança. Em um ato de divina intervenção, Hécate, reconhecendo a necessidade de orientação divina, decidiu deixar seu filho aos cuidados do Acampamento Meio-Sangue. A criança batizada como Héktor, foi entregue à Quíron, o centauro que desempenhava o papel de mentor e guia para os semideuses. Hék cresceu nos arredores do acampamento, cercado por um ambiente mágico e criado pelos ensinamentos de Quíron. Seu vínculo com a magia era palpável, e sua conexão com Hécate manifestava-se em uma aptidão excepcional para encantamentos e feitiços. Desde cedo, mostrou uma inclinação para o combate mágico contra ameaças mitológicas. Ao atingir a idade adulta, Héktor dedicou-se a treinar outros semideuses nas artes da magia defensiva e do combate contra monstros. Seus métodos eram únicos, mesclando encantamentos tradicionais com téticas inovadoras, uma combinação da sabedoria de Quíron e o to que distinto de sua magia. Durante um jantar no acampamento, a atmosfera ficou eletricamente carregada quando Rachel teve uma visão de profecia. As palavras proféticas ecoaram no recinto e Hék sentiu uma corrente de energia mágica percorrer seu ser. Sua reação foi um mito de surpresa e concentração. Seus olhos, fixaram-se intensamente nas palavras proferidas por Rachel. Ele percebeu a gravidade do momento, pois a profecia não só impactava o seu destino, mas também o destino dos semideuses sob sua tutela. Héktor absorveu aquelas palavras com serenidade reflexiva, consciente de que o futuro estava se desdobrando diante dele, repleto de desafios e revelações. Em vez de temer o desconhecido, ele aceitou o chamado do destino com uma determinação que revelava sua maturidade e sabedoria mágica.

HABILIDADE

Reflexos sobre-humanos - Habilidade de reagir fisicamente mais rápido do que seria humanamente possível

PODER

Magia Escarlate - Essa representação visual dos seus poderes é caracterizada pelo brilho vermelho vibrante em suas mãos, que é a manifestação da energia mágica que ele controla para realizar proezas místicas. A capacidade de criar redes de energia para manipular objetos, voar, conjurar armas e lançar esferas de energia é uma expressão visual impactante de seus poderes mágicos e telecinéticos.

ARMA

Oathkeeper - Um par de adagas que carrega ferrenhamente presas à cintura, uma de cada lado. A lâmina é de aço afiado com adornos que se assemelham a chamas, estes que brilham vermelho em resposta à sua magia ao encantamento colocado por ele nas lâminas quando está em combate sério. O punho é refestido em couro e uma obsidiana negra, pedra de Hécate, enfeita a ponta de ambos os cabos.

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victorferrariforever · 4 months

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CHAY SUEDE? não! é apenas VICTORIO BERNARDES, ele é filho de NIKE do chalé DEZESSETE e tem 26 ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL 3 por estar no acampamento há ONZE ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, VICTOR é bastante GENTIL mas também dizem que ele é ORGULHOSO, ARROGANTE, PRESUNÇOSO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

BIOGRAFIA . CONEXÕES DESEJADAS

SOBRE . . .

Filho de um corredor de F1, fruto de uma competição entre o pai dele e o pai do @santoroleo, presentes de NIKE.

Cresceu como estrela prodígio das corridas, ascendendo com facilidade (além de ser nepobaby) e virando bff do Leo.

Vem no acampamento nas férias mas odeia, prefere ficar em Mônaco bebendo e festando.

Teve um acidente há uns 3 anos que acabou com a carreira dele, além de deixar ele sem perna também.

Ele lida com isso bebendo e festando.

PODERES . . .

MANIPULAÇÃO DE ENERGIA CINÉTICA -> Ele controla energia cinética, ou seja, energia de movimentação, bem como a energia potencial de um objeto. Era muito útil nas corridas, quando podia entrar em túneis de vento criados pelos demais carros e amplificar a velocidade do veículo, mesmo que ligeiramente, mas também funciona igualmente bem com outras habilidades atléticas, conferindo agilidade em seus movimentos, seja em corridas ou lutas corporais.

Nas lutas corporais, ele é adepto de um estilo mais aéreo que lembra capoeira e o aikido, reforçado pelos seus poderes, colocando distância e agilidade nos golpes, o que tende a fazer um estilo marcial muito visualmente bonito.

ARMA -> facas de arremesso de bronze celestial com pequenas asas no cabo, símbolo de Niké. Victor as controla, principalmente, por meio de seu poder cinético, ampliando ou alterando seu curso de movimento. Ele tem um conjunto completo com 26, que ficam presas ao torso dele.

BÊNÇÃO -> Após seu acidente, Victor se viu despido de propósito de vida— crescera certo de que seria um vencedor, tão acostumado com o pódio, com as vitórias, com a vida que fora tudo que conhecera enquanto filho de Tomás. Ele se viu afundado na mais profunda depressão. Seu pai, então, em desespero, retornou às pistas depois da aposentadoria. Correu uma última corrida em homenagem à deusa Nike, e venceu contra os maiores corredores da atualidade, muito mais jovens e preparados. A deusa, conquistada como fora anos atrás pelo seu querido corredor, concedeu uma bênção ao filho em nome do pai, embora não fosse o que o homem tinha em mente. Victor foi agraciado pela mãe com a capacidade de dar discursos motivadores, capazes de inspirar e dar um boost (muito mais psicológico que físico) num exército com imagens de vitória.

PERSONALIDADE . . .

Victor tem uma personalidade envolvente e avassaladora, que atrai as pessoas da melhor (e pior) maneira possível. Comunicativo, engraçado e extrovertido, embora muitas vezes isso seja uma máscara para tudo que pensa e sente de verdade---algo que pouquíssimas pessoas têm acesso. Orgulhoso e arrogante, embora consigo mesmo mais que com outras pessoas. A vida toda, lidou com um ego gigantesco e uma autoconfiança excessiva, e pagou o preço por isso (aparentemente, uma perna). Agora, Victor lida com uma insegurança que nunca sentiu na vida causada pela perda de propósito, e mascara tudo com a personalidade magnética, fazendo as piores escolhas possíveis e aprendendo absolutamente nada, porque ele é persistente até (e principalmente) nos próprios erros.

#swf:intro #deem amor ao meu filho #ele bebe e festa #eh o filho de dionísio q eu nao posso deixar a xan ser

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forbcvtrice · 5 months

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SADIE SINK? não! é apenas BEATRICE BEAURDE, ela é filha de ORFEU do chalé CHALÉ 29 e tem 21 anos. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL ii por estar no acampamento há cinco anos, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, TRIS é bastante CARISMÁTICA mas também dizem que ela é TEIMOSA. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

Beatrice, filha de Orfeu, nasceu em meio ao encanto melódico que permeia a linhagem de sua família. Desde tenra idade, seus ouvidos foram envolvidos pela música celestial que fluía naturalmente de sua voz. Dotada de uma habilidade única para encantar até mesmo os seres mais sombrios com suas canções, Beatrice cresceu sob a sombra da notável herança musical de seu pai. Seu destino estava entrelaçado com o mundo mágico da melodia, uma ligação inquebrável que a impulsionou a aprimorar suas habilidades artísticas desde cedo.

Ao longo dos anos, Beatrice desenvolveu uma profunda conexão com a natureza e os seres mitológicos que habitam os recantos mais secretos da terra. Inspirada pelo amor e pela tragédia que envolve a história de Orfeu, ela embarcou em uma jornada para explorar os reinos encantados e descobrir a verdade sobre suas origens divinas. Seu canto era uma ponte entre o mundo mortal e as esferas celestiais, capaz de acalmar até mesmo as tormentas mais furiosas da alma.

A vida de Beatrice tomou um rumo inesperado quando monstros começaram a atacar sua cidade. Instintivamente, ela usou seus dons musicais herdados para conjurar uma melodia mágica que afastou as criaturas. Essa experiência desencadeou sua jornada como semideusa, e Melody, temendo pela segurança da filha, finalmente revelou a verdade sobre sua origem divina. Juntas, enfrentaram diversas criaturas mitológicas, culminando em uma batalha épica contra um Ciclope nas ruínas de um antigo templo.

Em meio ao caos da luta, Beatrice descobriu que suas melodias podiam não apenas acalmar as feras, mas também transformar-se em uma força ofensiva formidável. A música, uma herança de seu pai, tornou-se a arma que a jovem semideusa usou para proteger sua casa. Contudo, diante da constante ameaça, mãe e filha tomaram a decisão de procurar refúgio no Acampamento Meio-Sangue. Há cinco anos, Beatrice chegou ao acampamento, onde encontrou um lugar seguro entre outros semideuses, marcando o início de sua jornada de autodescoberta e aprimoramento de suas habilidades excepcionais.

PODERES: Manipulação Musical - Beatrice pode manipular e gerar música, uma forma de arte cujo meio é o som e o silêncio. Seus elementos comuns são pitch (que governa melodia e harmonia), ritmo (e seus conceitos associados ao tempo, metro e articulação), dinâmica e as qualidades sonoras de timbre e textura.

HABILIDADES: previsão e sentidos aguçados.

ARMA: A Adaga Metamorfa é uma arma única, habilmente forjada por mestres artífices em segredos ocultos. À primeira vista, ela parece uma adaga comum, com uma lâmina afiada e um cabo elegante, mas sua verdadeira magia reside na capacidade de se transformar em um objeto cotidiano com um simples comando mental. Esta adaga pode assumir formas surpreendentes, como uma chave, um relógio de bolso ou até mesmo um pingente. Feita de um metal misterioso e decorada com runas encantadas, a Adaga Metamorfa é tão versátil quanto engenhosa. Seu portador pode decidir a forma que deseja que ela assuma, tornando-a discreta e facilmente camuflável. Essa habilidade camaleônica faz da adaga uma escolha ideal para aqueles que preferem a discrição e a surpresa em situações diversas. Seja na pele de um objeto de escritório ou de uma joia, a Adaga Metamorfa sempre mantém sua agudez letal, pronta para ser revelada quando necessário. Essa arma se torna não apenas uma extensão da habilidade do portador, mas também uma expressão artística de sua astúcia e criatividade.

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JENNA ORTEGA? Não! É apenas VALERIE “AVA” SANCHES, ela é filha de DEIMOS do CHALÉ 32 e aparenta ter 21 ANOS. A TV Hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no Acampamento há OITO ANOS, sabia? E se lá estiver certo, AVA é bastante LEAL mas também dizem que ela é IMPULSIVA. Mas você sabe como Hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

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Just sayin’… sometimes we need a little chaos.”

Confundida como filha de demônio desde o momento em que nasceu, Valerie “Ava” Sanches é uma semideusa filha de Deimos, o deus do terror e do caos. Ava, como prefere ser chamada, é Caçadora de Ártemis desde os 14 anos, levada pela própria deusa para a Caçada. Ela é muito agitada e muito impulsiva, dona de uma personalidade impassível, arisca e levemente agressiva. Pode ser arrogante e prepotente, mas não se vê dessa forma. Costuma implicar e perturbar as pessoas a sua volta, assim como fazer piadas impróprias e inapropriadas, além de não saber seguir nenhuma regra imposta. Gosta de toda a temática de terror, e é sempre vista perturbando as outras caçadoras e semideuses. Em batalha, seu humor é totalmente o oposto, se tornando muito centrada e disciplinada. Apesar de todo o contraste “problema” e humor ácido, é extremamente leal e justa. Por ser filha de quem é, não detém nenhum medo, o que a torna uma ótima aliada em batalhas, uma vez que aceita desempenhar qualquer papel.

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✗ PODERES: Controle sobre o Terror

O terror é uma variação avançada e melhorada do medo, se tornando algo incrivelmente horripilante ou as vezes até assustador. A manipulação do terror então seria fazer o medo aflorar e evoluir de uma maneira catastrófica, ocasionando em gritos e pavor instantâneo. As íris de seus olhos adquirem a cor totalmente negra quando seu poder é utilizado, e se torna mais forte, alimentada pelo pânico do oponente.

✗ HABILIDADES: Agilidade e Reflexos Sobre-Humanos

✗ ARMA: Léon

É uma espada feita de um material especial denominado 'Panico Estígio', que além de possuir as propriedades naturais do Ferro Estígio também emite ondas de pânico ao ferir alguém. O cabo da espada é feito de ébano e a lâmina possui a gravura de um Leão rugindo.

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✗ Ava nunca teve contato direto com seu progenitor divino. Uma vez, brincou dizendo que se deuses morrem, provavelmente mataram seu pai. A Tenente a puniu com uma semana de limpeza no estábulo dos cervos;

✗ Sua ligação com Ártemis é a única coisa que a prende à Caçada. Sente que precisa provar seu valor à deusa, em um forma de agradecimento por ter a "adotado";

✗ É extremamente indignada com sua altura, uma vez que semideuses tendem à serem mais altos e esguios. Em compensação, sua baixa estatura a faz se tornar extremamente leve e rápida, o que a fez aprimorar suas habilidades com a espada;

✗ Adora filmes de terror e suspense, apesar de sempre se irritar com os mocinhos das tramas. Detém uma coleção de VHS de filmes do gênero, principalmente os das décadas de 80 e 90;

✗ Uma vez, as Caçadoras à fizeram assistir The Addams Family, por jurarem que Ava se parece com a filha mais velha da família. Ava concorda com a comparação, no entanto, sempre argumenta que tem melhor senso de humor e socialização do que a personagem Wednesday;

✗ Por não saber seguir regras, constantemente está recebendo punição da Tenente e demais Caçadoras mais altas na hierarquia;

✗ Ártemis a escolheu para uma missão secreta a 3 anos, e por ter concluído com sucesso, recebeu sua espada diretamente de seu avô, Ares. Ava costuma dizer que ele é mais baixo do que aparenta nas estátuas do Acampamento;

✗ Seu tempo no Meio-Sangue à concedeu diversas brigas e implicâncias com seus tios de Ares. Suas confusões com as crias do chalé 5 a concederam uma cicatriz abaixo do queixo;

✗ É extremamente desleixada e desorganizada com seus pertences e chalé, com exceção de seu pequeno arsenal de armas;

✗ Odeia usar tranças e afins, por isso, não se parece com as demais caçadoras. Veste sempre preto, justificando que precisa honrar seu pai;

✗ Nunca fez nenhuma oferenda à Deimos, suas orações e pedidos sempre são feitos à Ártemis;

✗ Tem o costume de implicar e flertar, por passatempo, com as demais Caçadoras e semideuses. Recebe inúmeras chamadas e atenções de Quíron e da Tenente por suas brincadeiras impróprias;

✗ Uma vez conseguiu acessar o maior pavor do Sr. D, frustrando-se ao descobrir que é ficar sem vinho. Porém, acredita que apenas vislumbrou parte da proteção mental do deus.

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✘ WANTED CONNECTIONS

#𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖢!𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖯 ☓ about #𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖢!𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖯 ☓ musing #𝖯𝖠𝖭𝖨𝖢!𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖯 ☓ extras #swf:intro

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FIVEL STEWART? Não! É apenas DUNCAN ROCKBELL, ela é filha de HERMES do chalé ONZE e tem VINTE E SEIS ANOS. A TV Hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no Acampamento há DEZOITO ANOS, sabia? E se lá estiver certo, Duncan é bastante LEAL, RESPONSÁVEL e EMPÁTICA, mas também dizem que ela é APREENSIVA, RÍGIDA e EMOTIVA. Mas você sabe como Hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência!

TRÍVIA ✯ CONEXÕES ✯ DIÁRIOS ✯ PLAYLIST

𝑜𝑛𝑒. poderes —

Imitação — Duncan é capaz de imitar e copiar características de outras pessoas, desde sua caligrafia e trejeitos até sua voz e estilo de luta. O uso mais constante de seus poderes é em batalha, para compreender a forma como o adversário se move e, assim, poder evitá-lo e atingi-lo em suas fraquezas, mas vez ou outra os utiliza para imitar as vozes de outros campistas para brincar com eles.

Onilinguismo — Um poder digno da prole do deus mensageiro e dos viajantes, Duncan consegue falar, escrever, entender e se comunicar em qualquer língua, incluindo línguas de sinais e idiomas esquecidos pelo tempo. Ela também pode usar essa habilidade para decodificar mensagens escritas em código, por entender como ele funciona uma vez que o vê, ou escritas de trás para a frente. Assim, ela consegue entender e traduzir qualquer fala ou mensagem assim que a ver ou escutar.

𝑡𝑤𝑜. habilidades —

Agilidade sobre-humana e reflexos sobre-humanos.

𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑒. atividades —

Instrutora de combate corpo-a-corpo, membro da equipe azul de queimada e membro do clube de artesanato.

𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟. armas —

Canhota e Destra são dois bastões de bronze celestial que Duncan usa, respectivamente, nas mãos esquerda e direita. Seus nomes são para que a semideusa lembre qual lado é qual, já que sempre teve dificuldade com direções. O cabo de Canhota possui o desenho de uma cobra enroscando-se por todo seu comprimento, enquanto o de Destra está adornado com desenhos de penas de pássaro. Além de serem usados separadamente, os bastões podem se conectar em suas extremidades para tornarem-se um bordão, o que oferece a Duncan versatilidade no campo de batalha.

𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒. história —

Duncan Rockbell nunca teve ambições de grandeza. Talvez por ter crescido em uma mansão cheia de pompa e tranqueiras caras demais, sem nunca entender o que havia de tão importante nos rios de dinheiro que a mãe gastava nelas; talvez por ser a irmã gêmea de Gilbert, sempre magnético e carismático, e a quem jurara proteger antes de sequer aprender o peso verdadeiro de uma promessa; ou talvez até por ser a irmã mais velha de mais dez crianças, o ato de carência e caridade de Elinor Rockbell para suprir a solidão deixada por Hermes ao abandoná-la, ainda que não se sentisse irmã de nenhuma delas.

De qualquer forma, o que importa é que Duncan estava acostumada à ideia de assistir pelas coxias e aproveitar o espetáculo, então, quando Quíron olhou-a no rosto e disse: “Você é uma semideusa, Duncan”, ela se viu mais interessada na perspectiva de ter um lugar para chamar de lar do que na de tornar-se uma heroína lendária.

A maneira como parara no Acampamento Meio-Sangue não é tão emocionante quanto o que fizera depois — aparentemente, manter gêmeos semideuses unidos a toda hora não é muito inteligente caso queira que eles vivam —, e, mesmo assim, a vida em Long Island era tranquila… Quando não estava lutando contra monstros e arriscando a própria vida, claro. O chalé sempre cheio de Hermes era o tipo de bagunça que amava e, com os anos de campista, adotou o manto dos meios-irmãos que a acolheram e tornou-se aquela que acolhia, a irmã mais velha para os que precisavam de uma. Junto a Gil, também assumiu o cargo de instrutora de combate corpo a corpo após a saída dos anteriores — Duncan é quase tão boa na luta desarmada quanto é com seu par de bastões, que não hesitará em usar contra inimigos ou campistas desavisados num jogo de Caça à Bandeira. Pacifista como seja, ela jamais negará uma competição amistosa.

Contudo, apesar da identificação com o chalé de Hermes, o estereótipo que acompanha a prole do deus ladrão não se aplica a Duncan. Pelo contrário: é ela quem vigia os meios-irmãos para que não apareçam com objetos que não os pertençam, incluindo o próprio Gilbert. É, todavia, uma filha de Elinor, e, por mais que não aprove a ostentação da casa em Manhattan, desenvolveu certo gosto por colecionar “lembrancinhas”. Nada mais são do que tralhas rejeitadas ou coisinhas aleatórias que encontra por aí, como um lembrete de um bom momento ou de uma missão que cumprira, e às vezes faz delas acessórios para os irmãos ou decorações para o chalé. Ao fim do dia, Duncan é uma romântica: idealizadora e demasiadamente apegada aos detalhes, o que também reflete em sua lealdade incondicional àqueles que ama.

𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎 ... As dezoito contas em seu colar de campista denunciam que a garota é uma veterana calejada. Porém, talvez nada tenha a perturbado tanto quanto presenciar Rachel Elizabeth Dare proferir uma profecia dos deuses. Mesmo que o irmão e ela quase nunca saiam do perímetro do Acampamento Meio-Sangue, a preocupação pelos colegas semideuses causou o aperto no coração que sentira ao assisti-los retornar em pleno inverno, convocados de volta ao lar por Dionísio. Duncan já é madura o bastante para compreender os perigos que um meio-sangue vive por sua descendência divina, e, diante deste novo, será a pessoa a defender o Acampamento e os irmãos custe o que custar — mas, se tiver que ser sincera, lamenta ainda mais que a paz de nenhum deles dura muito tempo, como todo semideus é amaldiçoado a viver.

#swf:intro #como sempre; considerarei likes como interesse pra plot #então caso queiram combinar algo é só deixarem o coraçãozinho aqui !! <3

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COCO JONES? não! é apenas QIYANA LEWIS, ela é filha de ZEUS do chalé UM e tem VINTE E SEIS ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há OITO ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, QIQI é bastante CONFIANTE mas também dizem que ela é TEMPERAMENTAL. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

Membro do time azul da queimada.

Agilidade e reflexos sobre-humanos

BIOGRAFIA

Qiyana nasceu em meio a uma trama tecida pelos caprichos divinos, sua existência permeada pela influência de Zeus, o rei dos deuses. Sua mãe, uma mulher astuta e oportunista, vislumbrou nas linhas de sangue divino uma chance de ascensão. Conhecendo a identidade de seu amante, Zeus, ela viu na filha uma oportunidade de moldar seu destino de acordo com suas próprias ambições, deixando marcas profundas em sua personalidade. Desde tenra idade, Qiyana demonstrou um brilho singular, uma aura de grandeza que parecia predestinada a algo maior do que a vida mundana que sua mãe tentava forjar para ela. A mulher, cegada pela ganância, não hesitou em explorar esse potencial, usando a filha como um trunfo em seus jogos de poder e ambição. A jovem semideusa, mesmo envolta pela luxúria e fama, sempre se sentiu um peão nas mãos daqueles que deveriam amá-la. No entanto, o preço dessa fama custou-lhe mais do que simplesmente manchetes e flashes de câmera. As criaturas que caçavam seu sangue divino lançaram uma sombra sobre sua vida, provocando uma série de "pequenos acidentes" que quase lhe custaram a vida em mais de uma ocasião. Um desses incidentes, quase fatal, serviu como um alerta para o acampamento que há tempos observava a filha de Zeus. Quíron, ciente da negligência da mãe de Qiyana em relação à segurança e bem-estar de sua filha, decidiu intervir. Enviaram sátiros para escoltá-la até o seu novo lar, um lugar onde sua herança divina seria compreendida e cultivada. Para Qiyana, acostumada aos holofotes e à adoração superficial, essa mudança representou um choque. De repente, ela se viu obrigada a abandonar a fama e se adaptar a uma vida de relativa obscuridade, onde ela era apenas mais uma entre muitos semideuses. No acampamento, Qiyana finalmente teve a chance de explorar seu verdadeiro potencial. Seu poder sobre o eletromagnetismo, uma habilidade que brotou nela desde tenra idade, encontrou um ambiente propício para florescer. Através de treinamentos árduos e disciplina, ela aprimorou suas habilidades, transformando-se em uma força a ser reconhecida dentro dos limites seguros do acampamento. No entanto, sua jornada rumo à aceitação não foi fácil. Zeus, como qualquer outro deus, demorou a reconhecer oficialmente Qiyana como sua filha. Nos primeiros anos, ela foi alocada no chalé de Hermes, uma situação que a deixou ainda mais desconfortável. Apesar de tudo, Qiyana sempre sentiu que tinha um papel a desempenhar, uma missão que transcenderia os caprichos dos deuses. Ela acredita firmemente que faz parte da nova profecia que foi anunciada quando estava jantando e fará de tudo para mostrar seu potencial.

PODERES

Controle de Eletromagnetismo. É capaz de mover, controlar e moldar qualquer objeto que seja feito de metal. Em casos mais extremos, é capaz até mesmo de projetar um campo eletromagnético, usando de forma ofensiva ou defensiva. Nesse último caso, Qiyana acaba se cansando muito e por isso só usa em momentos importantes.

ARMA

Um chicote feito de ferro estígio. Possui até 20 metros de comprimento no qual consegue retrair e esticar devido aos seus poderes e até mesmo sem precisar segurar no cabo. Disparando um dispositivo, aparece espinhos de ouro imperial por toda sua extensão. O cabo é formato de raio e vive em sua cintura ou enrolado em seu braço como uma pulseira.

#»» 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺��𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖰𝗂𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖺 ♌︎ ﹙ intro. ﹚#vamos plotar <3

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Poké-OCs: Chrys Anthem!

Chrys is the mc I’ve created for Scarlet! The cutiest patootie, isn’t he? In Japanese, his name would be Kikuo (キクオ)

Age: 14 (Scarlet/Violet)

Hometown: Montenevera, Paldea → Wyndon, Galar → Cabo Poco, Paldea

Trainer Class(es): Naranja Student, Paldea Champion, (Honorary) Blueberry Champion

Chrys’s grandmother is none other than the MC of RIP, Ryme! That makes Tyme is great aunt, or as he likes to call her, “Grantia!”

His father, thus Ryme’s son (at least one of lmao), is Pomelo Anthem— a famous actor for films and TV! Pomelo tends to star in a lot of action-packed roles fitting his naturally charismatic personality. He’s often quite the busy combee, but he always does his best to make time for his beloved family.

Chrys’s mother is named Asoka! She’s from Galar and has the biggest green thumb! Berries, veggies, herbs— you name it, she can cultivate it! Usually sells her produce at farmer’s markets, though sometimes she’ll be commissioned (would that be the right term??) to grow/harvest specific items for more private use (such as rare berries).

Chrys himself is a very friendly and sociable boy, who finds it easy to talk with just about anyone and loves to make new friends! Even if he wasn’t related to celebrities, he would be incredibly popular, lmao.

Chrys was born in Paldea (Montenevera specifically), but moved to Galar (Wyndon) when he was about 6. Pomelo was hired for a smash-hit TV series that was filmed there, and Asoka wanted to spend some time back in her home region. The Anthems ended up becoming good friends with Peony and his wife (I named her Daphne and have some thoughts on her I hope to share soon), and thus Chrys became befriended with Peonia (or Nia as I usually call her for more distinction) and Penny! Since Penny and Chrys are closer in age, they were often in classes together for most of elementary and middle school, as well as Trainer’s school. They have an incredibly close, sibling-like bond— Chrys is one of the few people that can encourage Penny to come out of her shell without sheer force or an Eevee-related incentive.

Chrys would often tell Penny about his dreams of going to the same school his dad attended back in the day: Naranja Academy! Penny was so fascinated by Chrys and Pomelo’s stories of the academy, she eventually wanted to go to Naranja with Chrys too! They were planning to enroll together at the eame time… but Pomelo wouldn’t be able to move back to Paldea until his tv series fully wrapped up. So, 12 year old Penny wanted to try Naranja out for herself to gain more independence… but we all know how that went. After the Team Star incident, Penny came back to Galar and ended up telling her family and Chrys everything that happened. While they were all understanding and never mad at her or anything, Penny always placed a lot of guilt on herself.

When Chrys and Penny became 14, Pomelo’s show finally wrapped up, allowing him and his family to move back to Paldea! Since Penny’s retreat was wrapping up as well, the two decided to take the plunge and follow on their promise to go to Naranja together. So this deters a bit from canon where Penny just... hacks the player's phone as Cassiopeia and all that. Instead it's more like Penny lets Chrys in on her Starfall plan from the get-go since she knows Chrys is great at battling, and Chrys goes along with the plan (even though he keeps insisting Penny should just come forward and tell Team Star everything herself).

Chrys also meets Nemona and Arven and joins in on their story routes from the game too! I'm debating on if Penny might have stayed at Chrys's house in Cabo Poco the night before they started school, so Nemona (and Arven?) might meet her a little earlier? But regardless, Nemona is immediately ecstatic about Chrys being such a good trainer. Chrys was already planning on trying out the gym league, so having a new big sister friend cheering him on is all good!

Chrys meets Arven and Koraidon the same way the players do in the games! Here's a little dialogue thing I've written up when Arven asks for his help with the Herba Mystica.

Arven: Oh, hey! So we meet again. You remember me, right? Chrys: Yeah, I do, from the lighthouse! I don’t think I ever got your name though. Arven: Oh, did I forget that? Well, the name’s Arven. Chrys: Nice to meet you, Arven! I’m Chrys. Arven: So I’ve heard! You show up with the Student Council President, and you’re the great nephew of Ms. Tyme— not to mention your grandmother and dad are also pretty famous. The whole school’s been talking about you nonstop. Chrys: All good things, I hope. Arven: Nah, don’t worry. You’re basically Mister Popular from the jump. Actually, I’m glad I can talk to you more one-on-one. Normally I don’t show up super often for class, but… well. Since you know about you-know-who, and you’re already really strong… I wanna ask a favor Chrys: Favor? Arven: You’ve gotta help me out so I can finally make my dream a reality! Chrys: … What dream? Arven: Caught your interest, have I? Well, this might come as a surprise, but I’m all about that picnic life: the great outdoors, the perfectly prepared sandwiches, all of it! Chrys: Really? Judging from the massive backpack you got… I never would’ve guessed. Arven: You wouldn’t? Chrys: That was sarcasm Arven: Oh. Right. Chrys: But anyways, that sounds fun! Do you like cooking and hiking and all that too? Arven: You bet I do! I’m not half bad at cooking either, if I do say so myself. Right now I’m researching new recipes that’ll help pokemon feel better. Real health food, see. Chrys: Isn’t that almost all food, though? It all helps pokemon regain energy and recover from status conditions in one way or another. Arven: I mean yeah but… I’m looking for something a little more specific. I found this book the other day, and it has a whole section about something called Herba Mystica. Basically, they’re special herbs that come in five different types, and supposedly just one lick of them as powder can get blood flowing, provide nutrients, prevent aging— it’ll even boost the immune system! They seem like the real deal. Only found in Paldea, and rare to boot! Chrys: Oooooo! Then you want a foraging buddy to help you look for them? Arven: Well… not just that. The book says the herbs are all guarded by Titan pokemon, meaning it’ll be pretty tough to grab even a few sprigs. Because well… look at ‘em. Chrys: Oh wow. Arven: Yeah. I really want to get my hands on some of those herbs, but… I’m not very good at pokemon battles, as you saw this morning. I don’t really know anyone close enough with strong pokemon to lend me a hand, either. I do not want to crawl to the student council girl because I’d never hear the end of it. But here you’ve waltzed in, and you’d be perfect for it! Chrys: I mean… truth be told, I am pretty curious about this Herba Mystica stuff. It might be cool to even try and collect some for my mom to try and cultivate! Arven: Your mom’s a gardener? Chrys: Yep, she loves figuring out what different plants need to thrive properly. Arven: So… you’re willing to help me? Chrys: Yeah, I don’t mind! Plus, you’re Koraidon’s… trainer? Owner? Technically? Arven: Eeeeh, I wouldn’t say that. We have some… history, though. I don’t want to get into all of it. Chrys: Sure, I get it. No pressure.

I'm still playing through/wrapping up Scarlet, and some stuff like Chrys's trip to Kitakami will probably be it's own separate lil posts, but!! I'll include various notes on the blorbo

Has a tendency to pick up every little item he sees, follow rivers to their source, and generally take his time exploring all the little nooks and crannies he comes across!

Loves to take cute pictures of himself and pokemon he finds on his travels (even if he doesn’t catch them)... Photography becoming his main hobby/passion would actually work really well jk unless

… Kalim Al Asim and Yuji Itadori kinnie /neg /hj - Doesn’t really have his own identity outside of his family or what he can do. Like he knows who he is as an individual and stuff, but doesn’t really think that’s enough? As much as he knows his family loves and supports him in whatever he decides to do, he doesn’t really know for himself at all. He likes training and looking after pokemon, creative pursuits (art, music, photography), and homemaking skills like gardening and cooking— but he’s not sure what he wants to do with those skills other than use them to express himself/help others.

Has no idea what to do about being this “chosen one” (Legendaries flock to him for whatever reason lmao)

He tends to bottle up his negative emotions (especially if something really shakes him up) because he doesn’t like causing other people to worry about him.

Terrified of the Paradox Pokemon… Koraidon is like the only one he likes.

Sees Arven and Nemona as older sibling-type of friends! They fight over that custody a lot though

Chrys and Kieran will be boyfriends… eventually (They gotta get through the divorce arc first /hj). Their main ship name is PinkUpdoShipping (because I have the cute idea Kieran ties his hair up as BB Champion partially inspired by Chrys usually having his hair in a short ponytail too). Another alt name is AppleOrangeShipping (Since Kieran is associated with apples, and I associate Chrys with oranges quite a bit)

Here are the pokemon Chrys has in rotation as well (at least so far!)

Chompers - Chewtle → Drednaw

Lychee - (Bounsweet) -> Steenee -> Tsareena

Mew

Elton - Fuecoco → Skeledirge

Soufflé - Wooper (Paldean) → Clodsire

Brioche - Fidough → Dachsbund

Hanako - Hoppip → Jumpluff

Fuji - Makuhita → Hariyama

Jamba - Phanpy → Donphan

Clyde - Mudbray → Mudsdale

Canyon - Rockruff → Lycanrock (Midday)

Zira - Larvitar → Tyranitar

Hydrangea - Flabebe → Florges

Prower - Buizel → Floatzel

Robin - Fletchling → Talonflame

Fabara - Shroodle → Grafaiai

Venus - Shinx → Luxray

Beacon - Mareep → Ampharos

Bismuth - Tinkatink → Tinkaton

Avo - Tadbulb → Bellibolt

Gossymer - Swablu → Altaria

Mamba - Toxel → Toxtricity

Nubbins - Snom → Frosmoth

Rudy - Eevee → Sylveon

Loki - Zorua → Zoroark

Gengar

Ogerpon

Wuko - Chimchar -> Infernape

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