#nerdlycharming

[bird-pokemon-showdown]

I had no idea Archen or Acheops were so popular!

it’s surprising to me as well! really wasn’t expecting the attempts at voter fraud but i must admit it adds some flavor

[mewtwoandme]

Is that eye shadow around her eyes or sleep deprivation?

Bags under her eyes, she's been up watching over 'Two almost the whole night and probably won't get much sleep

[i-am-too-sick]

What about a hot guy in formalwear, pale and flush with fever, tie loosened, puking or just having finished, laying his head on anything cool, desperate for relief?

:DD

[feelingsick]

What about one where Romi is feeling really sick, like He's probably got the flu so he's feverish and miserable and he had planned on walking to work anyway but before he could make it he stops on a bench, feeling too sick and dizzy. He throws up in front of him. He's got no phone though so even though he's trembling and crying he has to walk home still. On the way home it starts down pouring. (1/2)

So by the time he gets home his fever is high and he's beyond uhh he throws up on the steps to Bel's house. Bel finds him out there soon enough, crying over a puddle of vomit. Cue Bel hugging him and taking care of him. I would just love to see Bel gush over him and stuff because wow is he sick! He's super feverish and stuff, puking into a bucket while Bel holds him. (2/2)  

Even when he woke up to his whole body aching and a queasiness in his stomach that made him forgo breakfast, Romi still didn’t want to call in to work. No matter how many times Bel and Josh insisted that he wasn’t imposing by crashing with them, it was hard to shake the nagging worry. He felt better if he was working, even if Bel refused to accept any form of rent money from him. 

He threw on a pair of jeans and an old hoodie, taking a moment to tame down his curls before grabbing the rest of his stuff and hurrying out into the afternoon. It was a warm day, despite the overcast sky, but Romi still shivered as he trudged down the sidewalk. The longer he was awake, the more he regretted his decision to go into work. Just walking was taking up most of his energy, and he couldn’t imagine having to perform in the state he was in.  

He’d barely made it halfway before a sudden wave of dizziness made him pause. He shook his head, trying to stop the sidewalk from pitching and swaying like the deck of a ship. It was all he could do to stumble his way over to a bus bench. He sat down heavily, trying to breathe through the nauseous swirling of his stomach. He could do this. It was one shift, and then he could go home and sleep off whatever this was. All he had to do was keep himself together for one afternoon. He could do it. 

But the longer he sat there, the harder it was to pretend that he was okay. He felt the contents of his stomach rise into his throat, and he swallowed hard to force it back down. It seemed like even skipping breakfast wasn’t going to be enough to save him. 

His stomach clenched hard suddenly, sending a rush of vomit up his throat before he could do anything to stop it. He barely had a chance to lean forward before he let go, the meager contents of his stomach splattering onto the ground between his feet. He coughed hard and heaved again, not caring that the mess splashed back onto his shoes. 

He vomited twice more before he was able to catch his breath, his stomach still churning viciously. He no longer cared about getting to work. All he wanted was to go back to the apartment where he could ride out his misery in peace. Just the thought of making the half hour long walk back home was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but there was no other option. 

Romi waited until his stomach stopped actively heaving before dragging himself to his feet and starting back the way he’d come. He was still feeling faint, finding that he needed to stop every few minutes when the lightheadedness became too much. It made the walk back take that much longer. 

He was still several blocks away when he heard the rumble of thunder, and a second later the sky opened up. There was nowhere to hide from the sudden downpour. Romi tugged his hood up over his head, but it did little to shield him, and in a matter of minutes he was soaked to the bone. 

By the time he made it to the apartment, a deep chill had settled into his bones, making him shake so hard that his stomach was becoming more and more unsettled by the extra motion. He choked back a sob and dropped down to sit on the steps leading up to the apartment, his head spinning. He was so close. 

He wrapped his stomach around his stomach and leaned forward, his brain too hazy to understand why he did so until he felt his stomach start to heave again. He vomited onto the steps, the mess dripping sickeningly from one step to the next. It made him retch again. 

Tears sprang to his eyes, and he was powerless to stop the sobs that overtook him, the sound broken up only by his continued retching. 

Dimly he heard the door open, heard the soft curse and the pad of footsteps hurrying down the stairs. He flinched as cool hands clasped his forehead, pushing his curls back as he heaved. It wasn’t until the voice spoke that he recognized who it was. 

“There you go,” Bel said, voice gentle despite the notes of panic. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.” 

Romi sobbed harder; he couldn’t help it. The relief was too great. 

“Shh,” Bel soothed. “Easy. Breathe, Romi. You’re okay.” 

Romi didn’t know how long they sat there. Bel waited patiently, murmuring soft encouragements until his breathing slowed and his stomach finally settled a bit.  

“Do you think you can make it inside?” Bel asked. Romi nodded, letting Bel help him to his feet. With Bel helping to steady him, they made it into the apartment. Romi’s legs trembled, feeling barely strong enough to carry him. It was a relief when they made it to his room and Bel eased him onto his bed. Immediately, Bel set to work pulling off Romi’s drenched clothing. 

“There,” he said, once Romi was in nothing more than his underwear. He grabbed up the comforter from the bed and wrapped it around Romi’s shoulders. “That feels better, doesn’t it?” 

“I’m sorry,” Romi blurted. “I was going to work, and I thought I could, and---and---” His voice choked off as a fresh rush of tears came. 

“Hey, no, no,” Bel murmured, gathering Romi into an embrace. “Shh, everything is okay. No one expects you to go to work when you’re sick.” 

“But---” 

“Shhh.” Bel rocked him gently, carding his fingers through Romi’s curls. “You’re burning up, sweetheart,” he said after a moment. 

Romi whimpered. “My stomach hurts.” 

“Do you feel like you need to be sick again?” Bel asked. Romi shrugged, and Bel grabbed the bedside wastebasket anyway, holding it at the ready. Just the sight of it made Romi’s stomach lurch. He swallowed against the urge to gag, his whole body shaking with the accompanying swell of nausea. 

“Don’t hold it down, sweetheart,” Bel murmured gently. “Let it come.” 

Romi jerked forward with a sharp gag, still weakly trying to keep from being sick in front of Bel. There was no stopping it, though. Romi gave a guttural retch, a rush of sick splashing into the wastebasket Bel held beneath his chin. 

“There we go,” Bel praised. “Get it out. You’ll feel better.”

Romi shook, feeling like his stomach was wringing itself out. He belched up another smaller splash of vomit, continuing to retch long after his stomach ran out of things to purge. 

“I think you’re all empty,” Bel soothed, lowering the wastebasket in spite of Romi’s quiet protest. “Take some deep breaths,” he encouraged. “It’ll help your stomach calm down.” 

Romi tried his best to comply, drawing in one long, slow breath after another. Eventually, his stomach stopped heaving. Bel eased him down onto the pillows, making sure the blanket was tucked tight around his shivering form. 

“We’ll give your stomach some time to settle, and then we’ll try some water and medicine,” Bel said. “For now, just try to rest, okay?” 

“Can you stay with me?” Romi asked quietly, not caring how pathetic and childish he sounded.  Bel’s smile was warm. 

“Of course I will,” he said, running his fingers through Romi’s damp curls. “Try to rest now, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” 

[roxoah]

Ahh! So cool!! I am trying to get one card for each Pokemon ever! I keep mine in a binder and organise them by number, although my Rotom and Mega evolutions are stored separately. What is your reasoning to keeping the ones you have up and what order they go in?

That’s super cool too!! 

I basically bought a shit ton of Metagross cards and joltiks + Maxie because they’re my faves (’: then my friend sent me a ton in trade of art and I started putting them up by colour. gotta swap some around eventually..

So basically no order other than colour, and ‘I like this pokemon/art, I’ll put it up!!’

[justpercyjacksonthings]

I was tagged by @imafangirlforalways to tell you guys my 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people. Let’s see if I can do this lol

1. Annabeth Chase from Percy Jackson. My number one since I picked up the PJO series. The strongest character I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about.

2. Starfire from the Teen Titans show. Always had a way of putting a smile on my face when I would watch when I was little and still does whenever I decide to watch it now. She always looks for the good in people.

3. Artemis Crock from Young Justice. Despite her father’s influence and her mother’s past, she rises above that and does what’s right.

4. Felicity Smoak from Arrow. She’s a literal freaking genius and even though all of her friends are out in the field physically fighting the bad guys while she’s helping them behind computers, she realizes her worth and doesn’t strive to be like them. She knows that she’s just as important as them all despite the differences in their roles on the team.

5. Caitlin Snow from Flash. Another freaking genius. She’s an irreplaceable member to Team Flash and just...ugh. Caitlin Snow. I unapologetically ship her and Barry in the show.

Lmao I’m sad to say that I can’t finish the list. I could easily fill it out if I could use multiple characters from one fandom, but I can’t. 

@mermaid-hair-and-swords @omegasmileyface @rockyroadkylers @nerdlycharming @brightestw1tch @zeussthundercock @imnotobsessediswear @brooke-b23 @thedarkestweasleys @berrymansgirl

[sicklyfeels]

What's the quickest way to tell she doesn't feel well? (Sorry for spamming you by the way, I like Flo if you couldn't tell)

Please, spam away! 😊 I get so excited when people like my characters. Feel free to send asks about any others you like, too.And honestly, Flo is terrible at hiding when she’s sick. The problem is that she’s a hard worker, so she ends up trying to fool herself into thinking she’s fine, when the rest of the world can just look at her and go, “Nope. You’re actively dying.”Also, her hair and makeup are usually not done when she doesn’t feel well, so it’s pretty easy to see that she’s under the weather.

[kaiunkaiku]

What are your preferred pronouns?

I love you for asking

I’m non-binary and go by they/them pronouns! ✨

(That anon is not on the list of my favorite people 😒)