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If I ever get to make my cartoon I want to do the whole “evil doppelgänger” trope where there are like these totally over the top evil versions of the team and they take each on out one by one then at the end there’s the big climax where they face off with the evil version of the leader but she’s such a himbo that they both end up just hitting on each other and then the normal team and the evil versions just get uncomfortable and go out for coffee while their dumbass leaders make out

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This was just a little idea I came up with when I was thinking about what kind of Pokémon the characters in Stardew Valley would raise ( not necessarily for battle either, I feel like Shane would be content just breeding Torchics :> ), and since I had so much fun with it, I might even do one for every bachelor and bachelorette! I already have a team picked out for them but I have not made a trainer sprite edit for anyone else yet. 

I tried to choose Pokémon based on each character’s liked/loved gifts, heart events, or profession, so I hope you like them! If you’re curious to see what the original sprites looked like before I edited them, Shane (and Jas) was a BW Poké Fan (x), Penny was a BW Clerk (x), Leah was a FRLG Painter (x), and Sam was a RS Guitarist (x).

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The Farmers

Tetra: Hard working and loyal but with a bit of a dark side

Lola: Young at heart and looking to get the most out of life

Bambi: Sweet and sensitive but has a wild side

Nora: Loves attention and making others happy, a bit of a drunk though

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Kicking off this blog with a little story about Shane and what finally got him to move to his aunt’s ranch. Enjoy!

He cried at their wedding, was one of the first people to hold their daughter, and now he was at their funeral. Shane almost felt like he’d been lied to. There was just no way his two best friends were dead. He never expected to outlive them. Only one thing stopped him from breaking down and sobbing: the little girl who had a firm grasp on his shirt sleeve the entire time. She was too young to fully understand what was going on, and Shane knew he was going to be the one to explain to Jas why her parents weren’t around anymore. He was going to be the one who walked her through the rest of her life, and it just didn’t seem real.

It was a wonder how anyone ever let the poor girl into his custody, but her parents had to have chosen him for a reason. Of course, back then things were better for Shane. Now, he was just barely scraping by. Just barely able to afford rent and developing a drinking problem due to the stress. But he swept the bottles and empty pizza boxes aside, telling himself he was going to change the world for this girl. He owed it to his friends, and to the child of course. Shane even bought a new bed for her. She would get the bedroom, and he’d sleep out in the cramped living room. Their apartment was small, but it could still become a home.

Working got a lot harder for Shane. He couldn’t leave Jas on her own at this age, and the lady downstairs couldn’t watch the girl all the time. All the money that was coming in went towards food. And most of the food went to Jas. Shane wasn’t quite sure what to feed her.

“What do kids eat,” He asked himself out loud as he browsed the freezer aisle. “Chicken nuggets? Yeah…” Shane left the store with a bag of dinosaur chicken nuggets, apple juice, carrot sticks and peanut butter. Lucky for him, she loved everything except for the peanut butter. That soon became Shane’s dinner. And breakfast.

“Why are you always so sleepy,” Jas asked as Shane tucked her in. “And when you carry me, you’re always shaky.” She was young, but she picked up on every change in Shane’s health, and he knew she was worried.

“Don’t worry about it, Jas,” Shane cooed in the sweetest voice he could muster. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jas answered, easily convinced by Shane’s reassurance.

“Then everything will be okay.”

Jas seemed to be the only thing that stayed “okay”. Shane got worse, and his poor condition lost him his job. What money had been saved for rent had to go towards food. The end of the month seemed to be eons away, but somehow job opportunities were even further out of reach.

“Why are you home all the time now?” Jas was coloring on one of the discarded newspapers that now littered the living room in place of the empty bottles that were there before her arrival. Shane hesitated as he thought of a good way to answer her.

“I don’t have to go to work anymore,” Shane said with a smile that would be so obviously forced to someone a little older.

“That’s good,” Jas said, still scribbling away. “Now you can finally sleep and then you can carry me on your shoulders again like you used to.” Shane’s stomach sank. He didn’t know how to act with kids. He always assumed they were all just oblivious to the world. He at least wanted to believe Jas was in her own little world, unaware that the world was crumbling around her. As long as she was okay, Shane was willing to let himself waste away. He didn’t want to outlive her, too.

But suddenly the months he spent letting himself die off seemed selfish. Sure, money was always tight, but he didn’t have live off of only the bare minimum. He still cared about Jas more than anything- she was all he had left, but some part of him was just waiting to die. Some part of him wanted to be with his friends again, but where would that leave Jas? She’d wake up one day to find her godfather limp on the living room floor, and she’d attend another funeral before being sent to yet another new home. The thought made Shane want to fall apart, but he held strong for her. Even if he was being eaten at on the inside, he always tried to act strong for Jas.

“Jas, sweetie,” Shane still had no idea how to talk to her. “Since I don’t have to work anymore, we won’t have a lot of money.” He waited to see if she reacted. “Do you know how money works?” Jas nodded, but didn’t look up from her coloring. “We might have to leave this place very soon.”

“That’s good. The neighbors are loud and it smells like skunk downstairs.” Jas scribbled a little harder on the newspaper. Shane couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, maybe our next place will be nicer,” Shane suggested, though it was almost a lie. “And we can get some scented candles if there are any skunks there.”

“And we’ll have a pool!” Jas threw her hands up in the air, sending a crayon flying across the room. Shane scooped her up and hugged her, trying his best not to shake or get winded with the physical effort.

“Do you even know how to swim?” Shane set Jas down on the couch so he could rest a little.

“No. That’s why we need a pool to practice.” Jas jumped down off the couch and excitedly ran to get her discarded crayon. She’d be just fine, and Shane wished he had her optimism.

…

Both only packed one suitcase. Shane didn’t have a lot to take, so his was mostly packed with Jas’ stuff and food. Despite his decrepit condition, Shane carried Jas on his shoulders as they roamed the streets, looking for somewhere safe. Every block was a dozen more glances full of everything ranging from pity to disgust. Shane’s looks gave them away. He wanted desperately to just lay down somewhere, but their best bet was to wait until dark.

The sun began to set and Shane carried Jas and both of their luggage underground to the subway. He hated to make her have to sleep out in the open, but this was probably better than just settling in some alley somewhere. Despite his exhaustion, Shane refused to sleep. He needed to look after Jas through the night. Who know what kind of people would be lurking around these parts. Jas didn’t sleep either.

“Are we waiting for the train,” She asked, puzzled by the way Shane was exchanging glares with passerbies. Shane sighed and looked down at the dirty floor they were sitting on.

“No,” He put his hand over his face. “I’m so sorry, Jas. I let you down.” Jas watched her godfather, knowing he was upset but not entirely sure why. Whenever she was upset, grownups always hugged her and said it would all be okay. Jas put her thin arms around Shane’s neck.

“It’ll be okay, Uncle Shane.”

For the first time since she was born, Shane cried in front of Jas.

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