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Pokémon is quite literally a wake-up call for all of us to be more present in the world we live in today!!!
Our (yes, OUR) favorite childhood game is political! And it most definitely advocates for multiple causes.
Such causes involve healthy environmentalism and animal welfare, in fact.
“I wish Pokémon were real!” is a sentiment we all share for sure. But if we really look (and I mean REALLY LOOK) at the world around us, it is real!
Or, well, it COULD be.
Pokémon shows us just how much better our real world could be if we could be kinder to the environment we live in, as well as the animals that live in it alongside us.
They may not have the cool as fuck powers that Pokémon have, but they are cool as they are.
And many of us with pets are Pokémon trainers too, if you think about it.
All of this stuff really just comes down to putting our screens down for a little while and noticing the little things. We DO live in a beautiful world with multiple regions and mysteries and magic like that of Pokémon.
We just don’t notice it well enough to care for it, nor even advocate for it.
I don’t think any other ship has encapsulated my whole being as much as Chrobin has. genuinely!
The concept of loving someone so so so so much that your loyalty lies deep within them—loyalty that twists your will and bends your rules.
I remember reading a short essay on here, where someone pointed out that Chrom’s strength AND weakness lies within his loyalty to those he cares about. I couldn’t have agreed more.
Chrom is your typical noble man—charming, handsome, and caring. He is fiercely protective of his sisters, his army, and most especially his love. He does not hesitate to pierce falchion deep into the flesh of anyone who dares to harm these people.
This drive becomes stronger when he ascends into Exalthood.
Additionally, his views are—for the most part—primarily utilitarian at best. What benefits most of his people is always the best option, regardless of the cost.
One life lost for the sake of millions, as one may put it.
Chrom has made decisions like these before in the game, most primarily when it comes to his enemies.
However, his character becomes so full of life and humanity when he willingly bends this rule for the sake of Robin.
Robin is THE vessel of destruction, meant to kill their people and all they care about. But what happens when the person who’s meant to destroy you is the one you love most?
Some may say you must let them go. But for Chrom? He will embrace this darkness so tightly that he’d be willing to put himself and others to the torch if it meant he’d be with Robin.
For Robin, he becomes selfish. His loyalty is set deep into his heart—his enemies make sure that it makes him bleed.
Chrom never minds it. He accepts it.
With this, he chooses to sacrifice millions for the sake of one life.
It’s quite terrifying to think of, but I find it extremely endearing.
Oh to be loved so fiercely that your lover would defy fate and all odds—even choose suffering for millennia to come—if it meant that you’d be safe and sound in their arms !!!!
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ In which you curse Suguru Geto for, well, being Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto x Gn! Reader (not proofread)
Fuck Suguru Geto for having those stupidly attractive bangs.
It’s the way he gently attempts to tuck them behind his ears with one hand as he smoked. Each time he does, they end up falling forward to frame his stupidly attractive face anyway.
You’re looking at him respectfully, you swear. It’s just you and him at this moment, waiting for your classmates, Satoru Gojo and Iori Utahime to meet you outside the closed basketball court.
Normally you wouldn’t want to stand near a smoker, but this man just seemed to draw you in somehow.
Suguru Geto was a charmer, and you simply couldn’t resist. He’s a gentleman, too. He greeted you with a
smile when you bumped into each other in the hall, opened the door for you as you both went out the main building, and even asked you if it was alright for him to smoke at that moment. You know it’s all the bare minimum, but you figured he could do literally anything humane and you’d feel your cheeks flush.
You recall those moments when you and your middle school friends would excessively cough around smokers to try and make them feel bad for smoking. But now, you think that if you were to ever do that, it would be to get Suguru Geto to coddle you.
He meets your eyes as he exhales the smoke, and you smile. He does, too.
You don’t know Suguru Geto that well yet, but you yearn to know more about him.
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Fuck Suguru Geto for having such a sweet voice.
“You okay?” He asks as he gently holds your hand, bringing you toward him. His eyes roam to assess you for possible injuries.
You nod. You feel his thumb press against your pulse.
“I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He says with that addictingly smooth voice of his. He thinks you’re still deeply shaken from what had just happened.
You narrowly dodged a fast attack from one of the curses you were supposed to exorcize, and Geto just so happened to cover you and do the job before any serious damage could be done.
You do admit to be shaken from it, knowing that you would have been totally busted if it weren’t for Geto,
but your heart’s quick racing didn’t come from that at all.
It came from the way he spoke to you after that encounter. You never realized how soft his voice was.
It was hypnotizingly sweet. From the way he whispered in your ear, wishing you luck as you entered the abandoned building, to the way he held your hand as he spoke words of comfort, you were sure he could
control you with his voice alone.
But right now, you decide to be more level-headed. He was fussing over nothing, after all. Or rather, he was fussing over a quickening pulse that he had no idea was his fault.
You shake your head. “No worries, I’m fine, Geto.” You smile at him. “Thanks for covering for me. I’d be
busted without you.”
He smiles back, stands straighter, and suddenly you aren’t so level headed anymore.
“It’s no problem.” He replies, placing a hand on your head to gently ruffle your hair.
As the two of you walk out the abandoned building with the burden of the mission off of your shoulders, you fail to prepare yourself for his voice that just so happened to sound even sweeter when he asked you to call him ‘Suguru’.
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Fuck Suguru Geto for having the most careful hands.
You sit in front of your vanity with Suguru behind you, gently brushing your hair.
The early rays of sunlight rest on the both of you as you sit in comfortable silence. He snuck into your dorm
to sleep over the night before, and he’s here with you as you get ready for the day.
“You’re really sure about this?” He asks as he gathers some of your hair to twist in his hands.
You smile. “Of course! We’d be matching in a way, Sugu. It would be cute!”
He chuckles. “I suppose I see the vision.”
You had asked him to tie your hair in a half-up half-down bun, to match with his man bun. You liked styling your hair whenever you had the chance, and Suguru had ended up loving it when you let him do it for you.
It was peaceful, and extremely domestic. You’d give anything to always have moments like these with
Suguru. One day, you’d hope to have him style your hair in a home the both of you share.
You can’t help but close your eyes as you feel his hands brush through and work their way around your hair.
Suguru has always made sure to make your hair look flawless. He also ensures that he never hurts you by accidentally tugging on your hair or getting it caught on the accessories he uses on it.
When he was done, he gently rubs your shoulders as you make eye-contact in the vanity mirror.
You turn around to place a gentle kiss on his lips as a sign of thanks. He smiles into it and pulls you closer, a
hand on your cheek, and the other around your waist. His touch remains gentle, as if his fingers themselves
press kisses to your body.
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Fuck Suguru Geto for having such pretty, sparkly eyes.
You feel the bed shift as Suguru gets up, trying not to wake you.
You immediately reach out for him in your sleepy state, squinting in the dark.
He sits back down to lay you back down slowly, a hand running through your sleep-tousled hair.
“Sugu..?”
“Just want to take a smoke break, baby. Go back to sleep, ‘kay?” He says softly, caressing your cheek.
The moonlight that managed to pass by the curtains shone on him as you looked up.
He looked beautiful. Unreal, even.
Your eyes move to look at his own, and they shine. His eyes shine like twinkling stars.
You catch a glimpse of him wiping at them before you close your eyes. You assume his eyes are just as drowsy as yours, and that he’d probably teared up after a yawn.
You’re too sleepy to argue, so you let him go.
“Just be back here, Sugu.” You yawn. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He says, voice cracking.
The sheets rustle as you pull the covers over you, and you fail to hear Suguru sniffle as he gets up and leaves.
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You wake up alone.
You do not see a trace of Suguru the entire afternoon, either.
Instead, you see Satoru with his back to you, fist clenched and bloody. You spot your teacher looking deeply agitated in front of him. His gaze then moved from Satoru to you, and somehow, he looked even more distraught.
From then, you learn about Suguru’s crimes.
You don’t know how to react. You first think of cursing him, which you do.
Fuck Suguru Geto for…
Not telling you sooner? No, you should have known. You should have done something. Anything.
Fuck Suguru Geto for treading a path I can't follow.
That could be it. But you crumble before you could think of anything else.
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ A promise he whispers to his lady, the night before he departs.
Clive Rosfield x Fem Reader [Set before the Night of Flames. Takes place the night before Clive sets off to Stillwind.]
You feel the cold rush of the wind on your skin as you lay in bed. Moonlight shines across the room, tiny specks of dust floating in its wake like little fairies.
Rosalith is silent now, save for the occasional gentle sound of wagon wheels moving across the pavements.
The curtains of your bedroom window dance softly with the wind’s command. It is peaceful. And slowly, your eyes close as sleep washes over you.
Not long after you drift asleep, a loud crash sounds from outside and jolts you awake.
“Fucking bearer! Quiet down!” a slavemaster’s gravelly voice could be heard from outside, followed by the immediate defense of his slave in a trembly voice. “I-it wasn’t me! I w-was just..!”
“I don’t give a shit! Just be fucking quiet you damned thing! And clean up your mess!” The slavemaster shuts his doors, leaving the slave to clean up whatever mess was there.
You sigh. It’s unfortunate how these bearers are branded and treated as such. A recent memory sparks in your mind. One of Clive Rosfield, the Archduke’s son, helping and smiling at a bearer who had dropped fruit from a carton. He treated the man with respect as he should be, despite the beliefs of the non-branded common folk.
“Ever so kind, he is.” You whisper, smiling at the memory and facing the wall. “How lucky I must be to have his eyes on me…”
Quite forbidden, your love is. The difference in status would ruin Clive's reputation all the way through. But it didn’t matter to him, it never did. He has never failed to reassure you no matter what doubt you had.
Consumed by the thoughts you had of your lover, you fail to hear the creak of your windows as they begin to be pried open fully. The curtains begin to speed up their dance as the wind gets stronger.
A leg wearing a fine leather boot swings down, finding its footing on the window stool. Its pair does the same, and the very one who occupies your mind swoops down in his entirety. He’s crouching now, both arms keeping him steady.
“I should’ve been more careful..” He sighs as he looks downwards, to his left. The poor bearer was forced to clean the mess he had made, accidentally tripping on and breaking off a huge tile of the slavemaster’s roof as he was quickly trying to get to you.
He silently promises to give the man a gift of apologies (disguised as a spontaneous gift) before he departs in the morrow.
Your eyes narrow. That smooth voice. So familiar, so gentle. You turn around to face him.
“Clive!” You smile. It always felt nice to say his name. All the more to have him right there in front of you. He smiles back, and you sit up, swinging your legs off the bed and opening your arms to him. He rushes into your embrace and presses a kiss on your head.
“I wanted to see you before I depart to Stillwind tomorrow.” He says softly, letting go of you before kneeling down on the floor to embrace you again, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your shoulder. He presses a kiss on your shoulder while you play with his hair.
“But you’ll be seeing me tomorrow before you go.” You start. “I’ll be there to see you off.”
“But that’s different.” He lifts his head up to look at you. “Everybody would be seeing me off. I won’t be able to embrace you like this. To be with you like this.”
He looks away to press the back of your hand to his lips, before looking back at you again. “I only ever wish to be with you freely, my love.”
You smile sadly. “I do as well and you know that.” You caress his cheek. “But given your position..”
You sigh, placing a hand on his left cheek. He is a bearer, unbranded. You wish he would stay that way.
He frowns. “It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t.” He stands, gently pulling you up with him. “I promise you, my love. I will find a way.”
He begins to smile softly, deep ocean blue eyes twinkling as the both of you are bathed in moonlight. Ever so hopeful he is, you can’t help but share the same hope. For the future, for both of you. You smile.
He leans down, his forehead against yours, his smile and yours never wavering. “It is my duty to be the Shield of Rosaria…” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Just as much as it is my duty to be yours. To love you, come what may, my love.” He presses his lips against yours. Soft and gentle, the way he kisses you. So full of love.
You pull away from one another briefly before you cup his face in your hands and give him a short but sweet kiss in return.
Your eyes look away from him for a moment, focusing on the moon. A silent agreement is made between you and the heavenly body. To keep him safe, for his safe return.
Looking back at him, you smile softly, arms around his neck. “I trust your mission to be successful, my love. I just know the soldiers will sing your praises. As they should be.” He kisses your cheek as a silent ‘thank you’.
“Be safe, Clive.” You whisper as he leads you both toward the window.
“I promise I will.”
"Come back in one piece, you must."
He lifts your hand up to his lips and presses a soft kiss against the back of it. “Back to you, I will, my lady.”
And with that, he kisses your lips once more before he leaves.
