#Cherished Items

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[kayvsdoodles]

a peek at some ko-fi bonky doodles :)

[certainchaostyrant]

So we know that in the novel that ludger cherish is compared to a raven, he has that whole dark aesthetic going on, and not to mention one of his identities uses a plague doctor mask which is very “raven” looking (idk if that one’s a stretch or not). But he also is highly intelligent, and mimicry- something that ravens are known for- is something he does with ease. (also fun fact that I didn’t know until comparing the two, ravens uses ‘non-verbal’ or ‘hand gestures’ to communicate, and in the manwa you can clearly see that ludger cherish often uses his hands when speaking. And I thought that was funny.)

so what if he also liked collecting shiny things like ravens as well? We already know he can easily be swayed by money yeah? So my personal head cannon, Heathcliff/ludger cherish, loves to collect shiny things. That shiny Little Rock (his), that shiny thing that came out of Quasimodo (snatched), that cute little hair pin (finders keepers). But not just shiny things, things like books as well. That small notebook sized dictionary (might as well), that thick book that’s really far too inconvenient to lug around? (Who’s gonna stop him? Casey? She’s currently helping him.)

[lord-owlsnake]

[Cherished Item] Acquired!

[Smut Written For You By A Friend] added to your inventory!

[pigswithwings]

RAHHHH ANYWAYS shoutout to objectums & posics i LOVE you we are HOLDING HANDS

[gaycrittercentral]

I just realized it’s Valentine’s Day and that’s a good excuse for sammack so here’s a little sketch teehee. The devotion is strong with this one

[wildflowercryptid]

extremely powerful baby ready to commit mischief in unova

[sanquisorbae]

So youtube lately decided I need to see some reverse 1999 sponsored wids, and I watched them, enjoyed them and promptly downloaded the game. Haven't done more than 2 stages, did one pull and. I'm so....excited???

First thing that caught my eye is definitely character design. And the voice acting (at least english) is so good??? the opening was very energetic and immediately endeared me to very first playable characters. APPLe's voice lines in the "hub" continued to do so.

A shame I couldn't play more than like 20 minutes cos I downloaded it on a whim right before the end of the day, but I'm def will play it tomorrow again

[ladyshivs]

Oo, glance & favorite for Richard, Lydia, and Sal? Or whoever you want to answer for if that’s too much!!

Thank you!

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

Richard: Most likely his height or his hair. He stands at a solid 2 meters tall, and his orange curly hair really sets him apart from the crowd. Once he actually starts taking of his hair, even more so, since the curls will be sleek and bouncy little ringlets.

Lydia: That's harder to say for Lydia. She's a bigger woman, so unfortunately that tends to be one of the first things people notice about her. Then most likely her eyes, which are a lovely hazel.

Sal: His style. He wears loud, expensive suits with elaborate patterns and graphics, accented with jewelry. He looks ostentatious and is pleased if that's what people notice about him first. After the suits, most likely his mustache tbh, not many people even try to pull of a pencil thin lip warmer, let alone pull it off.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Richard: He tries not to get attached to physical objects. They'll only weigh him down if he needs to bolt. He has items that he likes to wear, sure, but they don't have any particular meaning to him. Part of him will want to keep the gucci sweatshirt that Ricardo bought, to make fun of him later...but Richard can't bring himself to believe that there's going to be a later.

Lydia: She has a few pieces of bootleg, knock off Marshell Chagre and Sargent Sleet merch in the form of hoodies and t shirts that she cherishes. She wears them sparingly, and never where either of them could ever see it. She also has a small nickel ring that she doesn't wear but that she cherishes. After heartbreak, her landlord sold all of her possessions, and the ring reminds her of a plastic ring Anathema won for her at an arcade.

Sal: despite his over the top sense of style, Sal has very few items of clothing or accessories that he's actually attached to. But few doesn't mean none--he's kept the cuff links Julia once complimented off hand, even if he no longer has the suit they go with, as well as two small, identical lapel pins. It was a limited run production for Anathema's funeral, extremely hard to come by, and Sal owns two of the only fifty made.

[swordmaid]

usually his ratty cloak is covering it up but he wears the drow poison she gives him as necklace hehe

[wuntrum]

i love unpacking my books because i keep rediscovering all the ones i have like wow, i'm gonna get such a good grade in having cool books, something attainable and normal to achieve

[just-jordie-things]

HOW WE FEELING NOW WITH YUTA BEING OFFICIALLY BACK?

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

literally tho i am grasping at straws for things to keep me going just a few more days till holiday stuff is officially done in my family and this?? HIM?? IM SAVED DUDE

the brainrot is rotting folks im afraid to announce there’s no brain left actually it’s sorta just a mushy nothingness goin on in there with some stalker-esque pics of yuuta floatin around its all i’ve got and im more than ok with that

[heroftruth]

At the Pokemon World Tournament in Unova, Hilda meets Red and a bond is started when the two talk about pressure. @twilighttheater

“How did you do it?” The question slipped the trainer’s lips before she could stop herself, cerulean hues glancing over at the other trainer. “Manage all the pressure and attention from everything I mean...” Champion through such informal means, defeating an organization, all the attention that had ended up on her- everything made the teen want to flee. To vanish until all eyes finally turned away from her. 

In truth Red hadn’t fully been paying attention until he was spoken to, he’d been just casually passing but turned back to whoever had spoken to him. …Ah, he recognized her: Unova’s former champion who had made a similar decision to him on the note that she’d left. … It was nice to know she was okay, but oh the questions she was asking. “I didn’t,” he answers bluntly. “I certainly tried at first, I thought that spotlight was what I wanted. But after Kanto really started using me as their poster child and the rest of the elite four started to come down on me, I left it all behind. …That kind of pressure isn’t meant to be on a 14-year-old, barely on an 18-year-old even.”

She found herself nodding, listening to his explanation. She herself could remember hearing about Red becoming champion as a kid, back when she was still dreaming of setting out on her own journey. At first she didn’t understand why he’d departed, but now she could. Pressure you didn’t ask for wasn’t an easy thing to handle after all. It made her wonder what could have happened if she hadn’t ran at times.

“I never wanted to be in the spotlight. I didn’t even realize I had become champion until the day after everything happened.” She shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips. “I just- I don’t really know where to go from here.” 

He didn’t know all of the details behind what Hilda had gone through, but he knew enough to say that the way she became champion didn’t even seem fair to him. She had no choice but to go through with the challenge if she was to continue chasing down the team that was causing havoc all through her home region. “…The title isn’t yours anymore, right?” He sighs, “Not that the question matters much as the title was forced onto you regardless, and it is impossible to run from. Trust me, I’ve tried.” “But if there’s no way to run from it, then you keep living your life with that title as an afterthought. People will bring it up, people will talk, but you don’t have to listen and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to just because you were this region’s champion once. You were their hero once already and you don’t owe it to them to keep upholding that image, you’ve done enough. You keep going and you find a way to be happy with your life outside of what they put you into.”

She nodded her head at the question. “The champion title isn’t, I gave it up.” It wasn’t a title she wanted, nor that level of responsibility. Unova had looked to her once, and that was more than enough pressure. Being at the top of the league, the region’s eyes continuously on her, she didn’t want that. “But the other title, that’s another matter.”

Hilda had no desire to give up her connection to Reshiram, she’d come to love the dragon greatly even if the connection had been formed under such dire circumstances. She hated being labeled as a hero, hated the idea of being placed on a pedestal.

Cerulean hues watched the other as he continued on, taking in every word he told her. Was it really possible to distance herself from all of this? To for once since the first few days of her adventure focus only on her and her pokemon? “Can I ask, how did you handle it? All the people looking at you, watching for what you do next?”

It was difficult to think back to when he was labeled as Kanto’s hero officially, something he really hadn’t wanted beyond taking the position of champion. “… At first, I didn’t entirely understand what was happening. So I dealt with it by being oblivious to all of the details, and after being informed I figured the hype for me would fade and life would go back to normal. The trouble came when it didn’t, and the pressures to just ‘smile and wave’ and ‘give the people the hero they want’ came into the picture.” He explained, “…When I wasn’t battling, I feel like I just became detached from myself when faced with a crowd. At least when in a battle I could put my focus on that entirely but… that’s only part of job of course.” “But of course, living your life feeling completely detached from it is just not how you should survive. …My response after that was simply running away from it, and that’s only debatably worked in the end. Nowadays… I just limit the amount of time I let people see me for, since I know they won’t leave me alone. So if they insist, then at least I can be in control of the amount of time I’m willing to give people. And refusing to let them sway me if they start begging for more than I’m willing to give.”

Was it really okay for her to take such control back? To put herself first for the first time in over two years and let herself figure out what she wanted? Red’s words were hard to wrap her mind around, in the aftermath of everything no one had told her that it was okay to take a step back. She’d ran without really thinking, searching for quiet and understanding.

“That’s how I feel right now… detached.” A sigh worked its way from her lips and she found her gaze avoiding the other’s. “My childhood friends discovered what they want to do with their lives. Unova as a whole has moved on, while I still feel stuck in the rubble of that damn throne room of Plasma’s castle. I don’t know what’s next.”

Part of him hated that in a way he knew exactly how she felt, and even if she avoided his gaze it was full of nothing but sympathy. “... There are days when I still feel like I’m in danger thanks to Team Rocket’s boss, or when I still feel like I’m under the pressure of the public and adults when I’m just a teenager with a team of really good pokemon.” An awfully personal thing to admit, but somehow he wanted her to know he understood this feeling horribly well. “Moments like those are always in the back of my head, some days worse than usual... and putting those moments down is not easy. But living with moments like that in the front of your mind, of course it slows you down. I doubt I even know half of what you really went through Hilda, but I know enough to know that you’ve been through enough.” “But what comes next is this: You taking control of your life, and finding a way to cope with what happened in a healthy way.” He says this of course, knowing that he himself is still trying to figure out the exact same problem. But at least with that, he can help her get to the right track. “Don’t pay any mind to how your friends or your whole region is handling everything, they’re not you. You need time and you need to give yourself the break that you deserve.”

There was a sense of understanding that hung in the air, Hilda noticed. Neither of them needed to get into specifics to see the other had been through far too much pressure. It was comforting, she found, to talk to Red about all of this. She had held all of it in for so long, unsure of how to even explain it all- but sitting here she didn’t need to explain, it was clear he understood.

“Taking back control...” She knew he was right, she needed to stop letting herself be placed on a pedestal. Unova was in peace again, she and everyone that had fought for that deserved to rest. “I don’t really know where to start, I’ve thought about traveling around Unova again but I’m not sure.”

A sigh slipped its way from her lips, brown curls tumbling across her shoulders as she shook her head before letting her gaze meet Red’s. “Thank you, Red. I really appreciate your words. It’s... easier to talk about this with you than I expected.” 

“Traveling Unova isn’t a bad idea,” he nods. “Though… I’d like to suggest, maybe another region entirely. I personally felt like I had more freedom after leaving my home region, but of course… that’s just me, that doesn’t have to be you.” Going back to Kanto somehow both felt like going home and going to a suffocating place. He couldn’t help but agree with the idea that it had been easier to talk about than usual, he normally didn’t talk about all of this so easily with someone he barely knew. But… Hilda was different, she had an understanding that most people didn’t with that need to run away and the reasons behind it. It was… comforting, even to him who was reaching out to help her. “…It’s no problem,” he responds. “I hope you find some peace Hilda… and I’m happy to talk again if you need a hand.”

 She shakes her head at the other trainer’s suggestion, knowing instantly that leaving Unova again isn’t the step she should take right now. “While I’m not against traveling elsewhere again eventually, I already spent two years away. I think it’s best I stay here for a bit.” She knew she needed to find her footing again, and facing what had changed was something she needed to do. “I need to stop running, Unova is home and I can’t run from all that has happened any longer.”

“I hope you do too, Red.” While she knew little about what he had gone through, it was nice to talk to someone who understood so much, someone who had been in a similar place. “I’m here too, if you ever need anyone to talk to.”

[ghostykapi]

not jeongie just getting items from men (her first 4 guests are men what da hell) for her new show

[boyswanna-be-her]

Let me preface this by saying that I'm recounting all of this kind of mundane shit about BFR for myself because guaranteed I'm going to be trying to understand/recap this narrative while im lonely in colorado. And honestly I know it's gonna be easy for me to forget details and second-guess shit that feels so obvious to me in the moment. So if you don't want a blow by blow of this absolutely PG romantic relationship, just skip this one for now.

Today was really nice and the first day in a little while where I haven't had anything pressing to do. It was pouring at the clinic today--has been all week. Yesterday I sat in my front seat w BFR and we smoked a joint together and made fun of the one wet protester until the rain passed. Great morning.

We had lunch together at one of my favorite taco spots in my old neighborhood, and then we had to walk back to the thai place where we ate dinner the night before bc they'd left their sunglasses behind. We went to a coffee shop for a while where they patiently waited for me to be done with a working meeting on my laptop. Then we took a walk in the park in between rain. It was just seamless, idk. There's no question that we'll go do the next thing together. When the rain wouldn't let up at the park, I suggested we go to one of my fave places in the city, and I drove us to a giant used bookstore that was a few miles away.

I didn't realize until we got there that they'd never been before!! I try to take everyone I can there if they're from out of town, and it is ABSOLUTELY my favorite place to both take a new date and have a special date with an established partner. I don't feel guilty about taking basically everyone I've ever dated there--a good date is a good date. There's a lot of built-in conversation to be had and it's easier than a bar and free to wander around. We accidentally killed an enormous amount of time there, and we shot the shit about 20th century history which is my jam, so amazing to talk abt it w someone who can hang, READS, and doesn't have anything to prove in terms of static knowledge recall.

We hung out for a little while but they had yoga and I wanted to head home so we split up after that and it felt... weird? Like it always feels like there's this last step we are missing to our goodbyes. They forced a hug one time when we were saying goodbye from the clinic, but it was really early on and RIGHT when I was coming to terms with being attracted to them (like second time seeing them after having the realization) which means I was in ultra robot mode, and also assumed it was one-sided and they were just trying to be nice. Like I literally think I did a one arm side hug and they were so dejected they never tried again. Now we're weeks later and it feels weird that we're not kissing goodnight or something.

But I had the evening to myself and finally broke down and talked to someone from my real life about them. He was very affirming that I'm not insane, and just recapping the timeline to someone made it make more sense in my mind. I didn't even have to present half of my evidence for my friend to say yeah, that's going in A Direction. I just second guess it all for a variety of reasons, but for example when I screenshotted a text and sent it as evidence that I feel like they text me like a coworker sometimes, my friend pointed out that nobody in the history of neutral coworkers has ever crafted such a long and careful text. Which. Touche.

This morning we were back out at the clinic bright and early. My friend was supposed to join us but she couldn't at the last minute. Instead she dropped into the chat and asked if someone could fill in for her. If I didn't feel like we were already attracting attention (spoiler: we are), i would've REALLY preferred to jump in and say "noooo worries, no third wheel needed please." But we are getting a little visible. So I didn't. And BFR's friend jumped in to take my friend's place volunteering with us.

I ended up being really happy the friend was there though! The two of us are more like a couple when there IS a third person there, although the vibe can be a lot to navigate sometimes and I often have to shut down and take some time to myself. It wasn't unwelcome to have him there though. It makes the vibe between me & bfr more apparent, pronounced, whatever. We already have such a shorthand in common which 😍 wrow, communication fluency.

I invited his friend to lunch with us, and he accepted, and it was fun--I took them to my favorite Greek place which is legit like three blocks from the clinic.

Friend went on his way, the two of us moved to the next location: their favorite spot to work. I also love this location bc you can watch the afternoon rain and vape furiously on the porch without getting wet. Like I said, today was the first day in a while where neither of us had much to do in the way of work. They have been threatening to inflict their favorite board game on me for a while now, and it finally happened today. I am notoriously uninterested in board games (more like bored games amiright) but the combo of my biggest fan being excited to teach/compliment me on how AMAZING i am at it (rofl lying but ok) and the inherent fun of the game meant that I, uh, had a lot of fun, unfortunately.

We did two REALLY close rounds, and in the second game they almost fully missed a work call they had at 7:00 (I remembered bc i am insane but I also didn't mention it until 6:50 bc I thought maybe they were goofing on me and pretending like they'd lost track of time). Turns out they had been planning on muting and barely looking at the meeting anyway bc they didn't wanna stop playing--which is flattering but I'm also like "[Redacted], i already very much want the best for you, INCLUDING not becoming completely codependent and risking your living bc im so charming and fun" so there was a lot of me pausing the play and asking about the meeting.

By the time that was over, we were already butting up against the time we were supposed to meet their friends to lift tonight. We hadn't eaten dinner but they offered to feed me at their place which was perfect. We went straight back and holy shit their homemade leftovers were delicious.

Their friends came on time to lift and the first thing out of the mouth of the one who knows me better was "you and [redacted] have really been spending a lot of time together huh?" The two of us made eye contact and kinda laughed and BFR said "yep" and both made the 😬 face and the friend wouldn't let it go and repeated "you guys spend all day together now..." and my 😬 face couldn't get any more intense and he said "all day... today..." i said "yep we're pretty codependent." (I'd made the same not-joke yesterday when I was very truly pointing out that I don't remember what to do with my alone time anymore, and they not-jokingly replied "yeah we've ruined each other." Which like. At least we're aware.) Only later did I realize that BFR mustve been talking to the friend about it bc I definitely wasn't and there was no public talk about it in our shared discord so 👀 bitch i see u chatting in private abt me.

Lifting was incredible as always. Their friends who are a decade younger than us and sometimes join us, sometimes don't, really crack me up and I have such a good rapport with one of the guys that I think I lift better with him around (the one who was giving us a hard time tonight). He dishes out the abuse I give him while lifting, which I love. Between him and bfr, I feel like a fucking all-star lifter in that little garage gym. They talk positively about my form when they don't even realize I can hear them. Even so, BFR will not hesitate to call me out when a lift looks bad or I need a cue.

So yeah. It's nice. Hanging out at their place, being fed, getting let in on a LOT more inner details than I got in the first months of knowing them. That's all lovely. I always try to text them and let them know when I've had a lot of fun with them, and that's just basically turned into a nightly check-in. On Sunday, I got a very coworkery (imo) message from them about enjoying our time together, thanking me for my "wonderful company," thanking me for spending so much time together, thanking me for attending so many events with them, and saying that they are "definitely down to keep hanging out in the future." At the time I felt like "that's a weirdly formal way to put all this" but getting home to tonight's much more neurotic message made it make more sense (along w the feedback from a trusted friend who makes good points). Like it was a careful message because they are being exceedingly careful with me. They know some of my more obvious damage (all the psychic sucking chest wounds are hard to ignore after a few weeks of learning about me, and i've been going out of my way to be quite "warts and all" with them). They value our time together A LOT. And the more that I understand our similarities, the more I know that they're also likely really fucking scared to endanger the chemistry of this friendship by introducing ANY other dynamic.

Im finally getting to the end here. Tumblr will probably eat this entry. I'm posting it before a full edit--RIP anyone parsing this.

But the message that I came home to tonight was FINALLY a little more vulnerable, and essentially said that if I want to spend LESS time with them, I'm going to have to tell them that straight up, and that that'll be ok, but if so they need to lnow because this is the amount of time they want to spend with me (all of it), and they don't anticipate that changing.

So! Guess I'll puke and die now! Literally spent five minutes last night considering how I could smuggle them to Colorado with me. Also I haven't had anywhere to put this but since this is an all-bfr all the time blog now, we are going to go on a trip together to chicago in August! There's an actual reason to go other than lovefest vacation (pretty much a work trip for them that I've been asked to tag along for) but as we are actually finalizing the trip plans, it definitely feels more than a little bit like we are going on a lovefest vacation. Which is all the more reason why it would be great to not be hella conspicuous (even though it's a little fun being hella conspicuous).

Like I didn't need another human to come validate my existence, but I *did* need to meet someone who could threaten the idea that I'm ready to die alone. It's nice. It's all nice!! I'm definitely not crying and throwing up!!!