#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

[uncreative-cryptid]

"Valerian"

these are .. most of the intimacy levels, rewritten.

i wanted to give a little more time and thought to them while i was off and had some inspiration thanks to the fact i've been able to actually rest finally even though im busy at work most days.

Intimacy Lv. I "Alright, listen up!"

Makeshift and creaky tables often dotted the far sides of the mines.

Raw pathways were always rich with elements and minerals, carrying ore often undiscovered and untouched - but these fine minerals were seldom easy to reach; No treasure ever worth having was.

Minerals were abundant, but only Valerian seemed to know the best spots to get them. Leading teams of researchers, explorers, miners, and other resonators, The Crystal Eye was a group founded to allow safe exploration into the mines with experienced resonators and miners, providing ample supplies for everyone, from scientists to painters.

Valerian was not the first resonator who assisted in explorations, especially the mines, but when The Crystal Eye was founded, he was the best.

Valerian knew the mines well, even with his eyes closed. Exploring was no easy feat when one had to sleep thousands of feet above ground on precarious ledges, but Valerian always had a way of making it seem like no breeze.

Along rocky paths, once, laid many old tables where Valerian would lay out fraying maps, using stones to pin the papers, making marks along the map of the mines and drafting new pages when a new layer was discovered. At that time, charcoal and crushed Scarletthorne were common on his hands and clothes, which occasionally dyed the fabric.

Though, now these days, The Crystal Eye has long since been disbanded, and only the occasional remains of scattered tablets, broken electronics, and ghosts in unmarked tombs where tacet discords remain rampant, remain as proof of their adventurous expeditions.

Intimacy Lv. II One of the most common sounds in the world is the rain. It is not common in some places, hardly so in many, but for those like Valerian, it was something that happened often enough to prepare for.

Thunder rolls through the plains, Valerian standing at the edge of a cave complex and watching the rain pelt down across the grass and dirt paths before them. Tree roots twist into the opening of the cave, and Valerian closes his eyes for a brief moment.

"Val," A voice breaks through the pattern of the rain, causing Valerian to open his eyes and look towards the sound as a hand hits his shoulder. "Come on, we'll get back on the path soon."

A warm chuckle leaves the other resonator, a sound so warm Valerian thinks of it like a warm summer's eve. A smile cracks through Valerian's haze, and he briefly puts a hand over his fellow resonator's. "Yeah, yeah. Can't help it, you know?"

"I know. You've always been a bit of a wanderer." Even his voice sounds warm, Valerian thinks.

A little moment passes, and Valerian clears his throat and moves quickly, jumping down the small incline towards the lifted rocky area, the space just wide enough to get comfortable and set up camp for the time being.

The smell of food roasting above the fire briefly fills his lungs as he sits, before he cautiously moves his hand to his pockets, bringing out the small stone that had smoothed over time against calloused fingers.

"Say, uh .. I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Valerian's voice shivers a little, his thumb brushes against the harsher edges of the small stone to keep himself grounded. "When we get back to the New Federation ..." His other hand briefly comes up, touching the folded paper in his vest pocket, "I think .. I'm going to propose to her."

There's silence for a moment.

There's a moment where Valerian watches him inhale, almost too cautiously,

"Oh."

Intimacy Lv. III The little village was so welcoming, and the wedding was beautiful. Strangers to the village but mere months ago, Valerian couldn't have imagined a better beginning to their new adventure.

Flutes and drums, the chiming of bells and the warm strings of the guqins. The instruments were wonderful, the party was festive, and to the sound of drums and lutes and flutes, Valerian danced with his newly wedded wife.

She was a dream, dressed beautifully in red and gold, surrounded by the flowing petals of the nearby trees. His smile was never bigger, his laugh never more sweet, and Valerian never felt more complete.

Having left the New Federation behind, Valerian knew she would be happier now. His eyes glanced across the area, seeing his friend and their eyes meeting briefly, before Valerian gave him a bright smile.

Now, their lives would change forever.

Valerian planned to have them moved into the Tiger's Maw area, where they would work together, grow their families. They would always be here for each other, that much has already been proved.

Intimacy Lv. IV Fingers slowly swiped over the cold keys, the young boy squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath.

Note after note, slowly weaving the melody together, the sound of the metronome burned into his mind as he closed his eyes and- a sudden chaotic slam of notes caused him to jolt, eyes opening.

Instead of plush sheets and thick curtains, Valerian awoke on a simple couch as he processed the moment. Chaotic notes continued to aggressively ring through the house, and Valerian shot up and moved to the small sun room he had built.

Small hands clumsily smacked on the keys, velvet lined wooden rods slammed harshly against the tightly strung metal strings, and frantic steps followed after the chaotic string of notes.

"Easy, sunshine! No need to beat the piano up." Valerian laughed as he picked up his daughter, briefly admiring her neatly done hair tied with the prettiest ribbons that she, no doubt, picked for herself.

"I want to play, too! I wanna play like you do!" She laughed as she was hoisted up onto the stool, where Valerian sat beside and warmly laughed again.

"Alright, alright, but let's try not to break the piano, 'kay?" He smiled as he picked her up again and scooted to the middle of the bench, setting her on his lap and brought her hands to the keys before them.

His mind briefly ran through all the songs he knew, a small hum leaving him as he briefly played a few notes in thought. "How about I teach you the song your mother used to dance to all the time?" He said with a smile.

It had only taken a few slow tries, careful and methodical. Even now, the metronome continued to play in the back of his mind, but as he watched his daughter slowly figure out each sound and note with measured caution, he couldn't help but think that perhaps the scars on his knuckles were worth their presence.

"Great job, sunshine."

Intimacy Lv. V [ currently WIP - likely to be released separately by 12/29/2024 ]

[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

[yupuffin]

Quay's Cherished Items

After deliberating for far too long about what Quay's cherished items would be, I was struck with inspiration and finally came up with a list...! Quay had to discard or leave behind most of his possessions when he moved to Jinzhou, and thus is pretty minimalist when it comes to personal belongings, so the most challenging aspect for me was deciding what few things he would keep -- but I think that information can say a lot about his character. :3c

I: Chain Earring The chain Quay keeps in his left ear is his clear favorite among the assortment of earrings in his possession. The blue-green gemstone at the end reminds one of the surface of a tropical sea. However, the jewelry itself is not of a particularly fancy or expensive make.

II: Carnivore Skull A highly detailed and realistic replica of an animal skull, among numerous specimens that Quay keeps on a shelf in his room. Upon inquiry, Quay alleges that the original belonged to an eared pinniped, and that harvesting it from the beach where he found it would have been "highly illegal," hence the artificial reproduction.

III: Hand Mixer An old-model electric mixer with an odd number of attachments, some of them evidently missing since being removed from the original packaging. Quay doesn't seem inclined to replace it or any of its parts, however, insisting that the best piece of equipment is the one he already has.

[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

[uncreative-cryptid]

merry christmas 🕺 im writing ✍️ be warned