A New Wish

Ind. non-selective Bede from Pokemon Sword/Shield. Spoiler Heavy! Canon Divergent.

[memeingovermemes]

Pokémon Headcanon Meme:

☀️ : Who is your character’s partner Pokémon? Do they prefer to stay outside of their Pokéball? What’s their dynamic with their trainer?

🌗 : Does your character have a favourite Pokéball? Which ones do they use the least?

💾 : What is your character’s Pokémon team? Any Pokémon they don’t  have currently in their team (in their PC Box or elswhere)?

😀 : Describe one of your character’s relationships with their Pokémon.

👥 : Does your character travel with anyone aside from their Pokémon?

♠️ : Does your character specialize in a Pokémon type or do their types vary? Do they pay much attention to type match-ups?

🗻 : What type of journey is your character on? Are they tackling the Pokémon League, engaging in contests, on researching endeavors, a ranger scouting for danger? Or do they have a more ‘normal’ occupation? What type of life do they lead?

🌟: Has your character met any Legendary Pokémon before? If so, what were the encounters like? Do they have any Legendary Pokémon on their team? If not, do they believe in Legendary Pokémon?

🍼 : Are there any Pokémon your character has difficulty handling? Are there any they find easiest to raise?

🐤 : Does your character use Daycares? Or do they manage all the training and caretaking themselves?

🕶 : Are there ‘troublemaking’ Pokémon on your character’s team? If so, how do they tackle these troubles?

🥘 : Is your character any good at making Poffins?

🎊 : If your character takes part in contests, what category is their favourite? What are the best at? What are they worst at?

📱 : How full is your character’s Pokedex?

✨ : Has your character ever encountered a shiny Pokémon ? Do they have one in their team?

🎲 : Has your character ever been to a Game Corner or equivalent? How much time do they spend there? Have they ever gotten really lucky at the slots?

🌑 : How does your character handle villainous organisations? Have they ever encountered one? How did that go?

⛔️ : Has your character ever mistaken an owned Pokémon for a wild Pokemon and tried to catch it?

🚴: Does your character own a bicycle? Can they ride it? Are they constantly lectured by their professors for riding it where they’re not supposed to?

🎣  : Does your character fish? Do they have any luck with it? If so, what’s the biggest Pokémon they’ve caught? What’s the smallest?

🎃 : Do any Pokémon types unsettle your character? Do they have a phobia of them? Why?

📖 : Did your character go to Pokémon School? If so, was it public or private? Were they homeschooled?

[fluffyfairychild]

Finals are Over

You know what this means!? It means that by the end of next week I will be back on here again! I have a few things I still need to catch up on but other than that consider me back online very soon. Thank you all for your patience.

[trans-rights-gastly]

Pink! Pink! and pink!

[inkdotheart]

Bede showed up in Sword and Shield with his shit-eating grin and absolutely stole my heart. 

[mikhi]

Pink! Pink! And pink!

[kashmimo]

bedey boi

[plaguebites]

Don’t mess with the feral witch grandma or her son. she will break your kneecaps

[bobamiruku-deactivated20240101]

Rivals!

[soudap0p-deactivated20210420]

I’m the only bitch that likes this bitch, hard knock life

Also I got his number wrong please don’t kill me akjs

[raspberriesonharrystummy]

Reblog if its ok to message you during this holiday season incase Im feeling lonely or out of place during family events because no one should be alone on Christmas

[fluffyfairychild]

Sickness

[fluffyfairychild]

pinkrival‌:

               it was a bit silly to think about what he was actually doing there — standing on the doorstep of a house that was supposedly his own.      ( or so people had told him, when he wandered into ballonlea like a wooloo without its flock. ) glimwood tangle worked in mysterious ways, and just when the young fairy leader believed he had a grasp of it’s whims, the fae decided to pull another trick just to knock him down a peg. in this case, it came in the form of another ballonlea — one where, geographically speaking, there should have been nothing but the forests’ natural flora.

               he would have turned tail and went back the way he came, but something about going there just felt right. if the tangle wanted him to see this odd mirror of his own reality, who was bede to argue?     ( in truth, he knew he had little say in the matter; glimwood was as stubborn as he was. ) and so, reluctantly, the fairy leader knocked on the door.

               of course, bede had already mentally prepared himself — he knew the chances of another him answering were high. what he didn’t expect that version of himself to appear like he already had one foot in the grave. ❝ you look dreadful. ❞ were the first words out of his mouth, blunt in his own characteristic way. ❝ though i doubt you needed me to tell you that. for the record, no, i’m not entirely sure why i’m here either, but i can only assume it was because the fae thought it shameful for you to die to the common cold. ❞ it seemed to make sense, in the only way a situation so surreal possibly could. the only one bede’s pride would allow himself to see in such a state would be bede himself.

                ❝ i’m as thrilled about this as you are, i’m sure. ❞

This wouldn’t be the first mirror image he has seen. Quite the contrary in fact. But this was the first time the mirror image actually interacted with him. Being a resident of the tangle, one that never leaves truly, he could never disobey the laws for which he had placed for himself. One of which being ‘if you see a doppelgänger, turn tail and run in the other direction’. The changeling had spoken to the rest of the seelie court on the matter and they all sided with him on it. If one didn’t seek you out, than it’s best to just ignore their existence. Chances are they’re spirits or fae trying to bring you harm... This was one of those rare occasions, however, where the mysterious other sought him out. That told him one thing and one thing alone -- this wasn’t a specter, this wasn’t a cruel trick, this alternate was a genuine other version of himself... Perhaps it was his own unfiltered magic for which caused the distortion. After all, wasn’t one of the reasons Opal picked him to be gym leader was because of the fact he could draw upon the power of the tangle whether he knew it or not?

“Common cold? No nothing of the sort... A flu more like... Don’t worry though, I’ve already ejected the entirety of my stomach.” He spoke, a frown on his features, but of course in the end he figured that would be something he’d say. “Here I thought that having been living here and rejoining my kind, I’d have learned all that the tangle held... I suppose an actual sentient doppelgänger is one that I missed up until now... Truly a surprise every day. What I get, I suppose, for closing down the gym for the next forty eight hours.” He pulled away from the door of the cottage, gesturing for the other to come in. No need for the alternate to be standing out in the cold. Bede didn’t know how the other’s home looked but his was tiny, quaint, and peaceful. A small cottage with no more than four total rooms. A living room, a kitchen/dining room, a bathroom which was hidden behind a door, and a bedroom/office for which was the entire upper floor. The cottage was big enough for only one person and their pokemon, no more, no less.

It looked like something straight out of a fairy tale story, but that was to be expected from anything that was gifted from Opal. “Titania,” Bede began, his Gardevoir perking up curiously, her eyes gentle and kind awaiting for what he would ask her to do. “Could you put the kettle on for some tea please? A pecha-mago berry blend if you could. Thank you.” She nodded happily and went on her way, Bede watched her patiently before approaching the living room. “If you’ve been wandering through the tangle than I imagine you’re exhausted, take a seat.” With that, robe and all, the faerie let himself collapse onto the sofa, laying on his back and covering his eyes with his arm. He let his robe fall open, not caring much about how much of the white nightgown was seen. He was too tired, and too sick, to really care.

[fluffyfairychild]

➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?

✩ INTERVIEW WITH A MUN ✩

CHEESY STORY TIME!!!!

So some of you may not know I am actually engaged as of right now to my girlfriend of four years. I met her in eighth grade and she’s both my best friend and the love of my life. (She actually runs the blog @mcrpekc so go give her a follow if you haven’t -- she’s lovely and super nice) But anyways, I used to write with her all the time. I don’t write with her as much because she’s not as active in the rpc (I do still write with her in private) but that’s beside the point. I actually realized I was in love with her while writing with her. We were doing a thread in a different fandom at the time and I started thinking about her as a person. The thread wasn’t shippy, it wasn’t special in any way, it was just a mundane thread. I don’t even remember which fandom it was for, I just remember how much it made me think about her as a person.

It was then I realized ‘hey maybe I like her’ -- but of course I’m a super introverted person who can’t really understand emotions. At the time I was super underdeveloped emotionally. Of course because of this she ended up making the first move but if it wasn’t for the fact that we wrote together at the time I probably wouldn’t have ever really come to terms with the fact I liked her. Now we have been together for over four years, are happily engaged, and are getting an apartment together soon. Man does time fly. 

[fluffyfairychild]

“That’s one fancy coat you got there.”

♪ SELKIE SENTENCE STARTERS ♪ 

He grinned and held his new coat to his chest. He loved it, it was his coat, and nobody was going to take it from him. “Thank you, it’s quite a nice coat I would think.” He hummed, feeling his back twitch slightly at the thought of it. Of course he knew all the stories of fae, but the fact someone gave him a coat during a match in order to perhaps give them a chance of winning humored him. He was no selkie he was something else so it wasn’t very effective. But at least he got a nice coat out of it, and at least he managed to send that challenger packing from his gym.

“It’s a funny story really, how I came into possession of it. A challenger had heard those rumors that the folks of Bellonlea spread around. That I’m a faerie in disguise as a human. Because of this they thought that maybe if they threw a coat at me, and the rumors were true, I’d get distracted by it, like Selkie would. But that’s sadly not the case. I have a nice coat now though...”

@tarakeon

[fluffyfairychild]

Sickness

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Death... he felt like death.

That was the easy way to put that. He didn’t want to get up out of bed, he didn’t want to see anyone, not as he was now. Yet he still found himself pulling off the covers and throwing his robe over his white nightgown. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice of allowing someone to see him all messy and out of sorts, Hop saw that and the embarrassment he felt was unrivaled. He didn’t put makeup on, but he at least straightened out his messy bedhead. With slippers on his feet, the blond made his way down the stairs. Bags under his eyes, face pale as a sheet, he looked terrible in all senses of the word. One hand held close his robe, the other was leaning on any object he could in order to maintain stable footing.

He felt as though his stomach would force up everything again, spilling his guts onto the floor as though the inside of a waste bin wasn’t already suffering the same fate. He felt as though just a small gust of wind would knock him over, if it succeeded he’d probably just lay on the ground and accept his fate. Yet the door had a gentle rapping and he felt the need to answer it. He had to answer it. He already had closed down the gym, if he closed down his home too than if someone needed him for an emergency than that was the end of the line. Bede carefully made his way over to the door and pulled it open, waiting for some person to just go on and on asking where he was.

But that’s not what happened at all. Who stood there, upon his doorstep, was quite the surprise.

[fluffyfairychild]

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Warmth... Despite the snow that fell outside, Bede felt so warm. Bundled up in blankets and joyful despite his discomfort. How long ago was it since he was taken from the orphanage? Only a month. The door opened and the young child cast his gaze over. Rose... He felt nothing but gratitude every time he saw the chairman there. The man that had took him in. ‘How are you feeling?’ He inquired curiously, a gentle smile on his face. The truth was not well, but Bede didn’t want to say that... He didn’t want to say anything. The silence lasted for a moment before the older simply sighed. “Well if you need anything, you have the rotom phone on the bedside table. I’ll call for someone to bring you some soup and crackers. Don’t forget the wastebasket next to your bed.” A long time ago Bede would have thought this kindness would never come to him. And yet now--

His eyes opened suddenly to the sound of knocking. A headache pounded through his head as he pushed himself up slowly. When he was sick he always dreamed back to his childhood. A childhood wrought with illness and filled with false fatherly gestures that he knew never panned out. As he pushed himself up further, he felt his stomach roll, but not enough to warrant grabbing the freshly empty trashcan kept next to his bedside. It felt uncomfortable to not be laying fully upon his bed, the scent of disinfectant overlaying vomit was making his head spin even more. But there was not much he could do about that. He looked to his bed side table, carefully taking inventory of what was there.

Crackers, Mints, Paper towels, Disinfectant surface wipes, Air Freshener, Water bottle...

A shaky sigh as he took up a mint and slipped it between his teeth. The knocking picked up again only encouraging him to rush... Something that anyone else would argue against. He slipped on his pink slippers, they kept the cold floor off his feet. It didn’t matter that he was wearing white-and-pink striped knee high fuzzy socks, the floor was still unbearably cold in his opinion. Moving over to his closet he grabbed a robe and threw it over his pretty white nightgown. He knew far too well that he would need to open the door and expose himself to the cold, as such despite the fact that his skin was mostly covered anyways, he wanted more clothes to protect him even further.

The stairs creaked under his weight, snatching the attention of his pokemon. His Gardevoir picked her head up and was quick to come to him. She was a sort of mother to him in a sense. Always watching out for him, in the end he was still young and nobody was here to take care of him, especially in times like this. There was Opal, but that woman was currently in town, having gifted the cottage located so deep in the tangle to the current gym leader... Someone who could use the privacy. The pokemon checked his temperature, shaking her head when she found it was too hot for her liking, before carefully walking with Bede over to the door. Now that she knew he was awake, she wasn’t going to be leaving his side lest he was in bed.

Bede took the handle of the door, nearly shrinking away in discomfort at how cold it was, before pulling it open. Who stood in the doorway was someone he wasn’t expecting. The other was upon the wooden porch, shielded from the rain which had begun to reach such a deep part of the tangle, the glowing mushrooms for which surrounded the blond’s house illuminating the others features. The gym leader’s face grew red as he realized just how much of a mess he must have looked -- in front of Hop of all people. Why was he here? Did he hear about the gym’s closing for the next few days? Was it through some other person like Opal or even some other rival they shared?

“Hop? Why are you here? Do you wanna pick up a disease or somethin’?” It was obvious he was too sick to care about sounding proper, not to mention his voice, being as distorted as it was, wouldn’t sound good like that anyways.

[fluffyfairychild]

Starter Call

I know I already made one of these earlier buuuuuut I started coming down with the stomach flu and because writing is a big coping mechanism for me (and since I can’t leave my bed and want more interaction on this blog anyways) I figured another starter call was warranted so—

like this post for a starter with a somewhat under the weather Bede!

[fluffyfairychild]

Me: I’m going to get all my threads done since I’m dying from the stomach bug and I'm not going to class tomorrow.

Me an hour later: *quite literally falls asleep on my keyboard*