#most kids are like- they've got a pokemon from their parents or some other family member. Or they're sharing ownership with a sibling

[battle-subway-ghost]

I think some people on here that "Pokemon trainer" doesn't mean you're out traveling your region and all of that shit. A Pokemon trainer is just someone who trains their Pokemon to battle. You don't gotta fuck off into the woods to do that. I was a trainer long before I tried Unova's gym challenge for example. And I only had an Azurill.

Anyways my point is that children can absolutely be trainers safely. Yes even small children. Little Timmy with his Chewtle that only knows tackle and water gun is as much of a trainer as a gym leader or an elite four member, y'know?

#Ive just been thinking about it lately and want to get my thoughts out there. #so feel free to just ignore this its an impulsive ramble anyways #''oh but kids shouldn't be training pokemon it's dangerous'' How many little kids have Pokemon that could cause serious and lasting harm. #I don't know about you guys but kids where I'm at aren't out catching druddigons #most kids are like- they've got a pokemon from their parents or some other family member. Or they're sharing ownership with a sibling #or they're out catching fucking caterpies #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokemon rp #pokemon roleplay

[p0ssyart]

i have brainrot from my own ocs read below for backstory on kurumi because they're sweet and broken.

has a handful of crafting hobbies, currently into cross stitching and some of their stuff is hanging up around the house. favorite content genre is video game horror, like games that go meta and use that as part of their plot, also mild gore is good.

autism and adhd, has a chewy necklace on almost always and carries a stim toy around to be safe. struggles with ptsd, depression/anxiety, dissociation, and insomnia.

doesn't speak the best english, knows much more chinese (sinnoh language) than they know english, is learning kanto sign on top of english and the family is learning chinese best they can. calls jessie and james by their names but they dont mind it, its just easier for kurumi to use instead of parental names.

their best friend is a pokemon named mazie (galar corsola); named because the texture of its coral looks like a maze. spends most of their time with pokemon, they bring their switch or a sketchbook or a book outside and just sit on the tree while pokemon roam around and interact with them, mazie is always with them.

warning for child abuse/neglect, mentions of alcoholism, and cptsd

kurumi has scars from their birth parents and when james saw those scars, he actually threw up because they were scars from a belt and its all over their back.

they're missing the tip of their left ring finger because their father cut it off at some point not sure why or how

hates showers because they were punished with extremely hot/cold water showers, they had a panic attack when jessie showed them how the shower worked because they thought she was going to make them get in.

their dad drank a lot, both parents smoked heavily so some of kurumi's clothes still smell vaguely of cigarettes but james washed those clothes so intensely they barely smell anymore. their parents would also put cigs out on their clothes or skin as warnings so they've got a bunch of little circle scars on their forearms and stuff.

their mom was worse than their dad, she was a lot louder and quicker to act out, but their dad had the tendency to explode with anger and those always resulted in physical damage of some kind.

learned to care for themselves at a very young age, had to figure out how to feed and bathe themselves because nobody else taught them (jessie and james have to do some extra teaching for certain hygeine and self care things because they just never were taught how to).

either growlie or meowth ""stand guard"" for kurumi when they're having paranoia at night, which doesn't happen as often as it used to but its not rare. on really bad nights, they go into jessie and james' bed with mazie and sometimes they wake one of them up because they're stuck in a thought loop.

had tried to run away a couple times but never could get the courage to leave the town, so they'd spend nights outside and only with mazie because they would rather sleep on a cold bench than be at home. they'd be found by morning and taken back home, usually by their mother as she actually paid attention to kurumi's actions, their dad was forgetful and shitty as hell when he remembered they were around. one night an officer jenny found them sleeping on a playground at a park and when the cope woke them up to take them home, they had a full meltdown because they were too scared to go back home and the jenny was like yeah i'm not taking you home, but i'm definitely going to talk to your parents and then kurumi ended up at an adoption center that week.

few months later and they were adopted by jessie and james, they dealt with a bit of bullying from other kids for being mostly nonverbal and ""weird"", some workers weren't that nice either but it wasn't something that stuck with then as hard as the way their parents treated them.

#kurumi uses they/them!!! #op #digital art #p0zzyart ocs #pokemon #pokemon oc #kurumi rocket #rocket fam

[between-two-fandoms]

Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)

As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.

Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.

This post got long so fair warning.

We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.

You’ll understand once you click the cut.

Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).

Trauma Time.

major whump warning

(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.

(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.

(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!

(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.

(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.

(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?

(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.

(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.

(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.

(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.

(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.

(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.

(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.

(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.

(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."

(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.

(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.

(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."

(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."

(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.

(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"

(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.

(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.

(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.

(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.

(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.

#trevor wilson #raybse #ray/rose/bobby #ray molina #rose molina #fanfiction #headcanons #whump #angst #18+ jatp discord #we do be whumping today #sev and i are clowns and had too much freetime today #i hope you all liked this slice of whump #bobby whump #ren write's #sev's writing #this is so chaotic #i love it #sev i love you #i broke your rule #oh well #julie molina #carrie wilson #ren rambles #look #i'm so bored right now #i needed to do this #ren has no regrets #neither does sev #we do be going after alex tomorrow

[applin-around]

The S/O/Friend Of Piers, Milo and Allister react to their sensitive Friend/S/O crying over a cracked and broken egg, certainly an egg not able to be fixed. They had unfortunately gotten a little on themselves, and they're just shaking, crying and staring at the egg and substance on their hands. They get quite a few eggs for themself, but they've never broken one before. It was an accident. Their pokemon aren't able to comfort them. The hatched pokemon was supposed to be a gift for the other [BW]

Milo

Eggs were something Milo knew extremely well. Some of them were horribly fragile. Wooloo eggs for the first two months, for example. They were so fragile that even moving them too much risked breaking them, so his family had a group of Mama Wooloo that would care and tend to the eggs. He knew you were doing a little breeding, so he stopped by your house to offer some help. Maybe some extra blankets to help create a nest or even one of the Mama Wooloo. Duchess, his little brother had named her. The pokemon walked leisurely by his side, chewing a bit of grass that she’d plucked from beside your mailbox. Milo knocked on the door, listening carefully for your voice.

What he heard instead was a crash. Duchess’s ears perked up and she used Tackle on the door. Milo called, asking if you were okay. He heard a thud, and Wooloo used Tackle once again. The door swung open. He started apologizing, chasing her inside as she rolled towards the source of the sounds. She luckily didn’t knock anything else over, but she stopped when she got close enough to you. Her steps became careful and wary, walking around you to your other side. She stepped in something. Milo knelt down behind you. He reached a hand towards you, speaking softly as he rested it on your shoulder.

It was an egg. A Wooloo egg, by the patterns and how Duchess reacted. His lower lip twitched towards a frown, quivering for a breath before you turned to face him, pressing yourself into his chest for support. He noticed a bit of the goop had gotten on you. Eldegoss was freed from his Pokeball and instructed to help Duchess clean up. The fighting farmer let you cry, speaking softly and reassuringly as a hand gently massaged your back in slow, methodical circles. He offered to help you clean up, and wash the stuff off your clothes. He helped you stand, following your guidance to your bedroom.

You two spoke through the bathroom door, you washing your body while he carefully picked off the eggshell from your shirt. You explained that it was a gift for him, that you’d been breeding for months and had just gotten that egg that you were certain was shiny. He sighed softly, setting your shirt aside to start on your pants.

“Wooloo eggs are horribly fragile,” He said, “How about I let you borrow Duchess until you’ve got yourself that shiny? She’d be happy to help you take care of the eggs. And my cousin’ll take all the other Wooloo off your hands. You’ve met him, the guy with the melanistic Meowstic.”

He felt horrible that there was so little he could offer. He’d grown up on a farm where losing eggs was normal. He’d had to learn quickly not to get attached to eggs or baby pokemon. It still hurt, it would always still hurt. But he could at least try to help you. Even if his help wasn’t so great.

Allister, Piers, and Melony under the cut!

Allister

Stow-On-Side was never a great place for eggs. They were so fragile and it was so rocky. It’s why a lot of people would go on short trips when they had eggs. Or have their pokemon carry the eggs. Ghost-type pokemon usually had pretty malleable eggs, so they tended to be safe in the town. Allister was used to things being okay. But today, they weren’t. He was walking with his father and Gengar from school, mask dangling from his backpack. They were talking about what he learned that day, about the history of the region. Then he noticed you. He was about to call your name, but his father shoved him behind him.

And Gengar vanished from his side, moving to yours. His father told him to go home. He did, but his father didn’t follow him. He noticed how he’d gone to your side. Just like Gengar had… Once home, he thought about it. He didn’t see much of you, but he did see that you were on the ground. There was something around you and a cloud of faint blue smoke. He really didn’t really see much else. His mother had him change from his uniform and gave him his after-school snack while he settled at the table for his homework.

His father and Gengar appeared at the door, with you in tow. Gengar was frowning, he looked concerned. He was holding pieces of something. His father ushered you into the shower, while Gengar jumped onto the stool by the sink to drop the things into the garbage disposal. His parents started speaking softly to each other. His mother disappeared after their conversation, to their bedroom, while his father sat at the table. He told him to put the pencil down.

“Are they okay?” he asked, glancing towards the hallway. They are, his father said, but they’re shaken up. They were working on a gift for him, and they dropped it. It broke.

The pieces clicked in his head. It was an egg. The blue smoke was the essence of a Gastly. A shiny Gastly. His brows furrowed, staring down at his paper. He was almost finished… He couldn’t see it past the tears that formed. He was a child. He wasn’t used to the prospect of losing a pokemon like that. His father pulled him into a hug, letting him cry against his clothes. Gengar made a soft noise, offering him a tissue. And his own hug.

You were in a set of his mother’s clothes, sitting on another seat at the table. You were offered a meal, while Allister stared sadly at you. He wanted to speak, but didn’t know what to say. You noticed his eyes boring into you, and to you, they felt judging. They weren’t.

He finally spoke after a long silence, while his mother set the plate of food before you.

“There’s a chance the Gastly is okay. Gengar says that they can survive being forced out of their egg early.”

Piers

Spikemuth was a rowdy place. Team Yell was a rowdy group. They weren’t careful, things would get broken and need replacing all the time. Piers was used to it. Piers was used to putting most of the money he got as a gym leader into repairing things like street lamps and fences. Yet no matter how used to it he was, some things were a completely different matter.

Eggs, for example. An odd example, but it’s what’s locked in his mind. After seeing you, knelt down over the shattered Zigzagoon egg. There was a tuft of red fur, too… The poor little thing was going to be shiny. Obstagoon had run to your side before he could make it off the stairs that led to the door of his flat. The pokemon tried to pick up the pieces, making soft noises to you in an attempt to calm you down. You were still crying, still covered in the mess. Obstagoon looked sadly towards Piers, begging eyes as he got even closer. His trousers would need a deep wash, but that was fine. Comforting you was more important.

“Hey… Hey, look at me. It’s alright, it’s just a-... Just an egg.” But it wasn’t just an egg. He knew that, even just looking down at the tufts of fur that were glued to the pieces of shell. He noticed something else, quickly averting your eyes and ordering Obstagoon to grab Malamar’s ball and have him help clean up. If there was fur, and that, it was developing. Quite far along, too. He took a shaking breath as he pulled you to your feet.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Malamar and Obstagoon will take care of the mess out here. Don’t look at it, it’s okay.” He pulled you into his flat, up the small stairs outside and down the tight hallway that led to the laundry room. “Shower’s upstairs, door right after Marnie’s room.” He said as he handed you a robe. “Take… Take these off, I’ll wash ‘em.” He let you change, turning away and keeping his eyes towards the floor. His brow knit together tightly. You weren’t usually after shiny pokemon… Let alone a Zigzagoon.

You finished washing yourself before he finished getting the shell off your clothes. Obstagoon and Malamar came in once you got down to the bottom of the stairs, covered by the robe Piers had offered you. The pokemon were somber, careful as they walked with you back to the laundry room. Piers sat on the windowsill, picking the pieces off and dropping them into a bin beside him. There wasn’t much to see through the window, but it was still a nice place to sit while doing something like this.

You came over and sat opposite him, leaned against the other side. He moved his leg to give you space. You two were silent for a while, Piers staring out the window while his hands picked off the pieces, you staring at his hands. Then he spoke, turning his attention towards you.

“Little guy was supposed to be a gift, huh?” You nodded. “For me, ‘m guessing.” You nodded again. He sighed, pulling himself up and dropping your clothes in the washing machine. “Hate to be the guy to say this but… Y’know, these things happen. Spikemuth’s not the place for eggs. Gotta get used to that here… How about you take ‘Goon. He’ll help you protect the next one, yeah?”

Melony

Snom eggs are surprisingly resilient. Maybe its because the mother Frosmoths always freeze the egg before letting their trainer take it. Or maybe they were just naturally strong. Snom were everywhere in Circhester. They were common, they were everywhere. Eggs were usually stashed in dens, left safe by their mothers. Melony hummed softly, her Frosmoth just above her head as she walked to Bob’s Your Uncle to pick up dinner for her kids. It was late and she was honestly too sleepy to cook. She saw you after stepping out, Frosmoth holding one of the bags. Her heart lurched when she noticed you were crying.

The gym leader moved quickly to your side, pulling off her coat to drape it over your shoulders. It was freezing, but you needed the comfort of extra warmth. She took a glance as to why you were crying but didn’t regard it. Frosmoth pulled Darmanitan’s ball from her belt, floating over the mess and seeming to instruct the other pokemon by herself. Melony offered her two pokemon a warm smile, keeping you close to her as she walked you to her house.

The kids were excited but quieted down when they saw the somber expression their mother wore. Gordie ran into the bathroom to turn on the shower and get the water heating up, while her daughter moved to grab a set of their mother’s clothes for you to wear while yours were getting washed. Melony sat you on a barstool by the island counter, taking your hands and wiping off as much as she could. Frosmoth set the food on the half wall and rested beside you and your now clean hand. She nuzzled you, pushing her head under your hand in a “pet me” motion.

She was there to soothe you, while Melony cleaned up your hands so you could shower the rest off easily. She sent the triplets to finish the laundry so it was clear for your clothes. Gordie stepped out of the bathroom, announcing that the water was warm. She offered the smile to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and helping you get inside. You asked her to stay. She told Gordie to ration out dinner and sat on the toilet. She listened as you spoke, talking about how long you’d bred and that you were excited to finally have a shiny egg. She wasn’t sure how you could tell, but let you keep speaking.

It was supposed to be a gift for her. She glanced towards the door, then sighed softly.

“Listen, it’s okay. You’re not hurt, right? That’s what matters, we can breed another egg. I’m sure Frosmoth will be happy to help take care of it. She’ll help you- And I’m sure,” she raised her voice so her children could hear through the door, “Gordie will let you borrow Coalossal to help.”

“Yeah, will do! What am I lending him for?” She heard you snort at his response. Perfect, exactly what she wanted.

“I’ll tell you later, sweetie.”

#swsh #milo #allister #piers #melony