#irate pokemon

[irate-pokemon]

#pokemon #houndour #irate pokemon #pokémon

[devilisinthedeinos]

[A video is attached from an unknown source]

It's of Eris's apartment room. It's been completely trashed. In the center of the Chaos is Eris himself. He looks...tired, much of the long hair sticking out funny and head hanging low. likely from causing the wreckage around him. After a couple moments of heavy breathing he seems to calm a little, looking up and around. There's a hesitancy to his movements, and his breathing picks up again.

"No no no no" he mumbles repeatedly, wandering around to some of the broken things, getting a closer look.

"dammit...arc dammit..."

He tries his best to move some of the broken furniture items, some sort of half hearted attempt to put them back together.

"damn rage..damn anger..."

It...doesn't work. Eventually he stops and just sits down. Then collapses to a laying position.

"....shit..."

[The video ends.]

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #eebydeeby irl #//irate pokemon indeed. good night

[marshmalleaux-queen]

INDIGO DISK SPOILERS

HEY SO WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT SYNCHRO MODE WILL KILL SHINY POKEMON????????

#I AM SO IRATE #IT HAPPENED TO ME #IT APPARENTLY HAPPENED TO OTHER PEOPLE #NO WONDER MY PARTNER AND I SPENT 2 SHINING POWER LV 3 SANDWICHES #AND SIXTY GODDAMN MINUTES LOOKING FOR A SHINY MINIOR AND TURNED UP WITH N O T H I N G #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon sv spoilers #scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #pokemon sv dlc #pokemon sv dlc spoilers #i can't think of anymore sorry i am tired #marshmallow plays

[quillyfied]

I’ve had Pokemon X since it came out. I’ve played it probably dozens of times.

So why was it only YESTERDAY, TEN YEARS LATER, that I just now noticed that the giant Magikarp statue in the Ambrette Town aquarium is WINKING???

#pokemon #pokémon xy #IT IS A WINKY BOI I LOVE HIM #HOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED #IM IRATE

[drifting-rocket]

...Someone remind me not to go drinking with Petrel and Giovanni again. The hangover yesterday was...not pleasant. Worse than being fed on by a ghost pokemon.

#it was also the cause of my irate behavior. apologies #pkmn irl #rotomblr #pokemon irl #rotumblr #villain blog #alcohol mention

[missashketchum]

Dorm Leaders with Ash's Pokemon!

It's time for Dorm Leaders with Ash's Pokemon headcanons!

Enjoy!

Riddle- Bulbasaur

Bulbasaur is the ringleader of Ash's Pokemon, and Riddle respects it a lot

to be able to keep 50+ chaotic Pokemon in line, despite many of them having the ability to toss Bulbasaur around like a salad

respect

Bulbasaur also has none of the Adeuce shenanigans and is constantly using his vines to stop them

Riddle and Bulbasaur have very peaceful teatime with each other

and by peaceful, I mean the two relax at a table drinking tea and eating cookies

while Ace, Deuce, Grim and Ash goof around

they need the "parental supervision" a Riddle put it

ignoring the fact that Ash has raised Pokemon from eggs like they were her own kids lol

all in all, Riddle and Bulbasaur are actually the most peaceful duo in this entire thing

Leona- Rowlet

ever since Rowlet arrived in TWST, Leona has been waking up with it sleeping somewhere near him

next to him

on his lap

on his shoulder

it was in his hair once

and every single time when he woke up, he would either scare Rowlet awake so it would fly away, or he'd just throw it

but last time he threw Rowlet, Ash threw him, so no more throwing Rowlet

as time went on, he sorta just learned to accept the fact that Rowlet was now his sleeping buddy

and no matter where he hid, he would always be found

no one brings it up to him either, because who wants to tell leona kingscholar that he's getting friendly with a fricking owl

that's right, no one

except Ash, of course >:)

Azul- Dracovish

Azul thoughts Dracovish was kinda derpy (tbh, he kinda still does)

but when he sees Dracovish's Fishious Rend practically obliterate the practice dummies

he suddenly glad that Ash didn't use Dracovish on him when he Overblot...

she did, he just doesn't remember :/

Dracovish was relentless btw

Dracovish loves being petted, and once jumped into the Octavinelle water tank just to make Azul get out of his office

then, once Azul gets out of the office, Dracovish pops out and asks for pets

at this point, Azul caught onto it, but doesn't have the heart to stop it

he won't admit it, but he does like Dracovish

Kalim- Totodile

Kalim and Totodile meet for the first time

then Ash has trouble getting Totodile to go back to Ramshackle with her

the two are immediately glued together and dancing and playing around in the water

jamil is tired

they're literally best friends when the day ends

Kalim and Totodile are hugging each other, huge crocodile tears in their eyes as Jamil and Ash have to physically separate them because it is past curfew, dammit Kalim

Kalim is actually one of the very very few that a majority of Ash's Pokemon like

Totodile especially

did I mention that they're best friends now?

cause they are

it's fun loving Water UM/Type solidarity

Vil- Unfezant

ahhh Unfezant

so agile, so graceful

done so dirty in all of her battles, she deserves better

Vil first meets Unezant as she's flying around with Ash's other Flying-types, and he's never seen a bird do as many elegant aerial tricks as her

is intrigued with how well maintained she is

meanwhile, Unfezant is wondering who the hell this boy is and why he's looking at her like that

is, ironically, unsettled by Vil at first because all he does when he sees her is analyze her, which makes her very uncomfortable

retaliates by sending string gusts of wind to mess up his hair

and Ash has to proceed to tell a very irate Vil that he's making Unfezant very uncomfy and the wind thing was her way of making him stop

guess Rook rubbed off on him more than he's like to admit...

slowly, Vil begins to actually talk to Unfezant, especially complimenting her flying prowess, and Unfezant starts to kind of like him a bit

now messes his hair up as a sign of appreciation :)

Idia- Pikachu

literally who else could I pick?

the biggest lil shit there is >:)

despite being a cat guy, Idia was immediately interested in Ash's only Electric-type

"kinda like a marketable plushie..."

was almost zapped for that comment

but he WAS zapped for picking Pikachu up to look at him

Ash tried to warn him, even went to grab Pikachu back from him

cue Pikachu zapping BOTH of them

cue Ash having to explain that Pikachu does that with people he doesn't like

also cue Ash having to explain that she's used to it because Pikachu literally electrocutes her as a sign of affection

Idia is mildly concerned, but seeing as she isn't hurt he lets it slide

tries to keep making friends with Grim and Pikachu and the two are not having a good time :/

keep the crazy cat boy away from the electric mouse pls

Malleus- Charizard

“ah, what a fearsome yet protective dragon you have”

“but… Charizard’s not a dragon…?”

cue blue screen

he even has Ash pull it up on one of her Pokédex’s

sure enough, not a dragon

at this point, with what happened with iris, Ash is used to people mistaking Charizard for a dragon

Charizard, however, is a bit ofended (cuz that's just how he is 😅)

so he tries to flame Malleus

doesn't work on him, but Ash gets caught in the crossfire and gets covered in soot

cue malleus being genuinely concerned for the human

cue ash having to explain she's used to it and it's a sign of affection

again

rather impressed with Charizard's display of moves

"dragon tail?"

"he's not a dragon >:T"

#female ash ketchum #genderbend #genderswap #pokemon #genderbend ash ketchum #anipoke #ash ketchum #pokeani #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x pokemon #pokemon x twst #pokemon x twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #bulbasaur #rowlet #dracovish #totodile #unfezant #pikachu #charizard

[avocadotoasting]

Ｈｏｎｅｙｍｏｏｎ Ｂｌｕｅｓ

Blue Oak x Chubby!Fem!Reader | 9.2k | NSFW

Synopsis: It's too much trouble to cancel the perfect honeymoon when it's so close, even though your groom got cold feet. So you go to Alola anyway, numb and heartbroken. Unlucky for you, a rather passionate, nosy, and chatty stranger interrupts your plans, and you allow him to--if he can see through a wager.

CW: Alcohol Use

Note: This is written with the author's headcanon/speculation in mind that Blue is a young adult in the Alola Pokemon games (S/M, US/UM.)

NSFW Tags under the cut.

NSFW Tags: Cunnilingus, Squirting, Domesticity Kink, Breeding Kink Implied.

⋆ ʜᴏɴᴇʏᴍᴏᴏɴ ʙʟᴜᴇꜱ ⋆

“Holdin’ this chair for anyone?”

It was inevitable someone, sooner or later, interrupted your poolside appointment with meditation. Your generously boozy mai tai gently cradled you to a comfortable sleep under the Alola sun as your equally comforting lounge chair kept you company on your first full day at the Hano Grand Resort, as you flew in sometime yesterday afternoon. You felt yourself sigh involuntarily at being woken up from a peaceful, dreamless nap to stir awake. A silhouette blocked the sun before you could even reach a hand up to shield your eyes from the cloudless summer day. A silhouette indeed—Tall-ish. Male. Still too bright behind him to gather more information.

“Which chair?” you mustered out with a tired, hoarse voice. You noticed the silhouette gesture vaguely to his right. Your left.

Not that it mattered.

“This one,” he answered, “Would you rather me take the other one? I’m cool with that.”

You gave a nonchalant wave before you could reach for your half-full, sun-warmed mai tai.

“Doesn’t make a difference. Take them both if you need.”

He scoffed, sitting on the original chair offered to your left. You didn’t bother to look. Men have only proven to be a waste of your time lately. What good would looking do to save a canceled honeymoon? A canceled wedding?

It did flare a grating, irate sensation in the pit of your stomach to have your much-needed alone time interrupted so suddenly.

“No difference, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at his rather smarmy response. If he was going to bother your sacred pool time, you may find yourself opting for the overpriced cabana after all.

“Aren’t you taking the chair?” you asked.

“Nah. Yeah. Yes and no. I’m sitting here.”

“Nowhere else to sit?” you pried further, disapproval making itself known in your voice.

“More families are coming out to the poolside and bein’ annoying. Kinda wanna drink in peace and take a seat next to another adult before I’m stuck next to a crying baby or something.”

“You could try someone else.”

You heard him scoff again.

“Thought it didn’t make a difference.”

“It doesn’t.”

“You’re sure not acting that way.”

His insistence on being a bother was enough to force you to spare him a glance, and you suddenly wished you hadn’t. A tall-ish glass of water laid beside you–the very last sort of thing you wanted to see–fluffed and styled hair with an attitude that matched his tone, big, brown eyes half-lidded from the heavy, warm rush given to him by the iced drink in his hand—you realized you were faced with a small challenge. The permanent smirk on his lips was a blind spot for the first round of your avoidance of all temptations.

Perhaps confrontation was the better option for the likes of him, charming brown eyes and all.

“It doesn’t,” you repeated with finality, meeting his gaze in return.

He took a calculated sip of his drink, his eyebrow piqued in more interest than you noticed (or wanted to notice) before. You suddenly became aware of how much of yourself was exposed in your darling little two piece, how much of yourself may be spilling out where the strings held your generous curves tightest, and how much of you the prying man to your left drank in per moment. He looked mischievous, as if he always knew more than everyone else around, but you weren’t in the mood to fold for even his games. Additionally, he looked familiar, but vaguely so–you weren’t the most in tune with the prestigious battle scene, but it wasn’t uncommon for high-tier trainers to make it to Alola.

You turned back to ring the side button of your chair to call the cocktail waiter. It was time for your refill. After seeing your Rotom phone light up to confirm your second order, you were left to be held conversational hostage with the man beside you.

“You’re single.”

His voice, ever a sharpened knife against rigid silence, cut through the air without mercy.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance before laying back to close your eyes.

“You’re too stand-offish to be married,” he commented further.

With full offense laid bare on your features, you shot him a glare. He remained impish behind his glass.

“Can you leave me alone?” you demanded. He set his glass down.

“Just making conversation.”

“Most people ask about the weather, or their jobs,” you ranted, “or anything else. What–are you drunk? Or just really annoying?”

You finally got a change of expression out of him–eyebrows raised in surprise at you baring your teeth. He silently reached for his drink once more to take a sip, either to soothe or for courage, but he wasn’t backing away yet. If you weren’t so comfortable in your chair and waiting for your second cocktail to be delivered, you’d have moved already.

“Doesn’t make a difference,” he finally spoke, “this chair, that chair, drunk or annoying–maybe I’m both. Sure not drunk enough, if you ask me.”

His odd self-deprecation got a hefty sneer out of you.

“You must be single too, then.”

“And how’d you surmise that?”

“I can’t imagine anyone willing to deal with this. With you.”

A grin returned to his face–charming, lopsided, dimpled only on one side–it filled you with rage.

“Anyone, huh? You’re still here.”

You flashed your Rotom phone screen to him in retaliation. No way you’d let his pride win.

“I’m waiting for my drink. They’re supposed to bring it to my chair.”

“I knew it. Single. Nobody’s bringin’ your drinks out for you.”

“You’re quite stuck on that.”

“Well, maybe I sat here for more than one reason.”

An exasperated sigh left the back of your throat. He was merciless. It wasn’t often you warranted attention (wanted or not) from anyone in this sort of nature, especially not in the physical likes of him, so interactions of this sort left you wary at the minimum. Considering your last year, you were all the more hostile toward men in particular. All you knew was they could suck you and your darling Pokémon in, absorb all of your life and time until there was nothing left, and leave you with nothing left once they’re bored. Savings account botched, Pokémon missing, and an entire wedding to call quits.

In all fairness to your friends and family, nobody saw it coming. Yet, you still felt stupid for allowing yourself to love so blindly. You felt too stupid to feel deserving of grieving. You felt stupid for trying to ignore how even in the last two years where affection used to be, there was dissonance and distance. He didn’t touch you anymore. He didn’t greet you when you came home anymore.

Begging him to propose to you was stupid. You were the stupid one.

Stupid like the man you were forced to entertain at this very moment.

“So why are you here alone then? Nobody can bear to be around you?” you asked with an accusatory tone. He could only laugh, a melodic, sharp, bitter sound–like being too close to an amplifier boasting an electric guitar solo.

“Just about,” he answered nonchalantly, “came with my friends for the Battle Tree on Poni Island. They’re not really big talkers.”

“You could learn from them.”

“Everyone seems to say that.”

You felt an involuntary laugh escape you, but you cut yourself off before you could give him any further gratification.

“So they’re staying with you?”

“Pssh, hell no. They’re weirdos. They like to rough it and do campsites or whatever. Not me–if I make the money to stay at a five-star resort in Alola, that’s what I’m gonna do. The hell do I look like, a fucking bonehead?”

“Well–”

“Don’t answer that.”

After he alleviated you of his rather offensive onslaught and allowed himself to personably chat, you found his loquaciousness to be good company more moments than not. The poolside filled up pretty quickly as he said with other couples, families, and their Pokémon taking the rest of the seats, so you found yourself content to take your drink and remain next to the ‘friendly’ (a generous description) stranger. It certainly beat having to confront the same small talk around couplehood and families that came with that sort of crowd. You couldn’t bring yourself to bear it.

“So,” he started, fingers tracing the rim of his lowball glass. His second refill looked dangerously empty. You cocked your head to the side, head feeling warm and light from your nursing of your second mai tai.

“What’s up?”

“Can I now ask why you’re here alone? Alola isn’t the sorta place people go to by themselves.”

You could only muster a half-smile.

“It’s a long story. Well–the context is long, but the reason is actually pretty short.”

“I got time. All day, actually. I like to finish all my training in the morning and have the rest of the day, so.”

He adjusted himself in his lounge chair to focus entirely on you, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. When did he put those on? When was the sun not as hot nor high as before?

“Well,” you began, making a vague storytelling gesture with your hands, “I…”

Hazy memories of the last few years made themselves known in your eyes, but the rose gold filter that once covered the reels of a past love had long since faded into grey. It wasn’t fun to recall anymore, hell, it wasn’t even worth recounting for pity–how could you possibly begin? How could you find the words?

“I…”

“You…?” he encouraged, making a rolling gesture with his hand to get you going, “are here for work? Vlogger?”

“Hah–No, I couldn’t be that lucky.”

“Prestigious Pokémon trainer? Battle Tree? Island Trial?”

You snorted, shaking your head.

“No. Not even close.”

“Are you going to keep making me guess? I’ll keep goin’ if there’s a nice prize at the end.”

You weren’t sure if it was the booze, the heat, his looks, or his persistence that lowered your guard down more than you would have liked, but you did feel yourself smile at his rather implicative suggestion. You met his eyes again, and his brow raised again with interest. He shrugged while talking further.

“I mean, look, I’m having fun. But you’re quite private. It’s hard to say I like you if I don’t know anything about you. Other than you don’t like jackassery, you seem pretty intelligent, you’re a hard worker–and I do like looking at you quite a bit.”

“Shut up,” you hushed out with a modest laugh, “I don’t know that much about you either. Other than you are here with your friends, you came for the Battle Tree–so you’re a very strong trainer–you’re a chatterbox, and you’re very forward.”

“I know what I like, and I get what I want. Consider my principles… simple.”

That got a roll of your eyes out of you, and his wink certainly didn’t help. He finally sat up to assert full interest, if not in his implications, then just in you, and cocked his head to the side.

“So do I keep guessing? I have an Alakazam, y’know. He could just mind-read you and give me the answer. I think. I suppose it’s up to him if he wants to help me cheat.”

You paused before you could even meditate on an answer. It wasn’t in your nature to just entertain a stranger so suddenly, but what the hell. Words still escaped you regarding your ringless finger, no matter how hard your therapist tried to work on getting any verbal reflection out of you. The internal looseness and warmth from your drinks and the stifling humidity may have left you more vulnerable than you would have liked to admit.

“What if I didn’t tell you?”

“C’mon–”

“What if I showed you instead?”

That shut him up fast. His bravado stuttered into small bouts of sheepishness as he clunkily moved his glasses up to his forehead. A flush of rose spread across his cheeks that proudly displayed a boastful smirk not just hours ago, causing you to grin at the sight. You hated men–you were sure of it, so positive–but it felt so good to make one so cocky so nervous.

“Wow, not the response I expected,” you teased, now purposely laying in a more compromising position that flaunted the tightness of your scanty bikini–confidence oozed out of your singsong tone, “are you shy?”

He chortled, rubbing his nose.

“Psh–wha? No, of course not! You’re just so–”

His breathing hitched as you sat up to meet him eye-to-eye, and you raised a brow. It was rare you were the kind of woman to render a man like this speechless, so you figured it didn’t hurt to revel. Or rub it in. Maybe you were a bit of a sadist.

“So what?”

“So–” he swallowed, “I dunno if I wanna use all the words I wanna say, uh, until–”

Oh, presumptuous.

“Until what? We’re in my room?” you confronted further, not hiding any inkling of blatant teasing.

He could only nod, his face a vivid scarlet. You looked him up and down–just to torment him all the more–and made sure he watched you doing that. You were even careful to linger your gaze longest on his half-open button down and quickly tightening trunks. So bashful like this from your control—he was very, very cute. Or was that the alcohol talking?

“Well then. Let’s go.”

Little did he know you were only going to give him the worst buzzkill ever once he pieced together exactly what you were doing in Alola all by your lonesome.

It was a swift walk back to your stay, though it never hurt to marvel at the Hano Grand Resort’s relaxing atmosphere. The warm-tinted wooden planks across the lobby added to a rustic comfort that only elevated the feeling of luxury. Even the smell of scattered plants and thoughtfully-arranged trees only filled the resort with the feeling of untouched bliss from the rest of the world. How nice it would have been to enjoy this on your original terms.

If you didn’t have this handsome stranger beside you, you would have felt like you were in a five-star torture chamber.

“Out back,” you gently instructed him, leading out the back halls to the line of bungalows that stood adjacent to the golf course. Colorful rows of tropical flowers and plants proudly decorated the sidewalk trim leading up to your romantic prison cell, as your bungalow–naturally–was the one at the very end of the trail, secluded from the others. Your stranger let out a dry laugh, resting his hands on his hips.

“Man, you gotta walk all the way back here to where you’re staying? I love the privacy, no doubt, but–”

His eyes wandered from you to the artfully-crafted wooden sign in front of the door, and he froze. You only nodded solemnly. He turned back to you.

“I–Are you joking?”

“I’m not.”

His face twisted with something resembling anger as he began to scowl at you.

“I thought you were single–”

“I am.”

He paused, soaking in what you may be implying, and turned back to the sign.

“But this is the Honeymoon Bungalow.”

“It is.”

“And you’re here…?”

“Alone.”

His anger became vague confusion, but you stood in front of him to open the door, and gestured for him to look inside.

“I promise, it’s just me. You can see for yourself.”

Wary, your stranger gave you a glance of concern, but he walked inside anyhow, being the first to confront your ghosts with you.

Your bungalow had little trace of you even using it, as your bed was already made–opulent white comforters ordained with lacy white pillows and topped with enough rose petals to make an entire season’s worth of arts and crafts projects. Your suitcases sat on the rack by the closet, half-zipped, hardly used, and hardly unpacked. The closet opened to two silk robes, both white, both etched with a last name after the Mrs. and Mr. monikers on the back. Your stranger pulled one off the hook and read the back before looking up at you.

“This doesn’t look worn at all; it’s yours?”

“No. It’s not,” you answered adamantly, arms folded over your chest. His brow furrowed.

“It’s in your closet.”

“But that’s not my name,” you insisted. He looked around the room a final time as everything registered in his mind at once, and he hung your robe up again. You could see the sad flash in his eye, the one everyone else gave you on the day you were supposed to get married, as he finally surmised why every romantic artifact in your lovely bungalow remained untouched. The unkempt roses, the real champagne sitting idly unopened in an ice bucket, the jacuzzi with the bath set for two still wrapped with a bow–the nail in the coffin being a small hotel waste bin he could see in the corner of his eye filled with printed photos of you and someone else. Many of them torn. Some of them wrinkled.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, closing your closet, “this… yeah, this totally sucks. I get why you had a hard time telling me.”

You could only offer a shrug, ignoring the shaking your grieving racked you with.

“Nothing to apologize for. Sorry I dragged you into this.”

He shook his head.

“No, no. I wanted to know. But most people would cancel their honeymoon trip if the groom gets cold feet, y’know. Why–well.”

He gestured to the room around the both of you.

“Why stick with it?”

“It was too short notice to change my PTO days with my work,” you explained, rubbing your arm, “these days off were already registered with this pay period and–cancellation fees with the Resort, all the plans we had set for two weeks–it was too much. I figured I might as well come and… vacation, I guess.”

He sat on the bed, listening.

“And maybe I deserve some sort of punishment. Who knows. I think he fell out of love with me years ago and couldn’t say. I was never his type in the first place.”

You shook your head.

“That’s neither here nor there. Regardless, I’m here alone, doing all our original plans… alone. Still mentally preparing myself for showing up to our romantic wine tasting in two days with just myself. That’ll be a real laugh.”

His eyes averted from you to the bucket holding the unopened champagne and a grin grew on his features just as before.

“Well. You haven’t even begun to do everything, so why don’t we open that bottle and get started on that? Let’s pregame that wine tasting, yeah?”

The champagne didn’t sound so bad at the prospect of sharing it with someone.

“I suppose we could do that.”

You grabbed the bucket and glasses for your company, and sat on the bed alongside him. He offered to open the bottle for you, and poured your glasses accordingly before raising a toast.

“Cheers–”

You snorted.

“To what, exactly?”

He smiled.

“To you bravely avoiding having an ugly last name. I read that robe. Sheesh, sweetheart. You dodged a bullet.”

You laughed again, clanking your glass with his and taking a sip. He mirrored your movement before speaking again, swirling the bubbly in his glass with a triumphant return of his bravado.

“Just so you know, my last name is pretty good. I think you’d prefer having that one instead.”

“Oh?” you nearly coughed at his boldness, “and what name is that?”

He sipped again.

“Oak.”

You felt yourself freeze in position, eyes wide with disbelief at first, but a nervous laugh emanating from your lips interrupted your fright-or-flight reaction.

“I–what?”

You scoffed, taking a generous gulp of the wine before ensuring you heard correctly.

“I’m sorry. Did you say–Oak. Like, like the professor?” you pried, voice raising, “That’s a coincidence, right?”

He smiled wider, sipping again as now you were the nervous mess in his trap. You hoped it was a coincidence. You hoped you hadn’t laid yourself emotionally bare to one of the greatest Pokémon-handling bloodlines to ever exist on the face of the earth. Suddenly, his familiarity in appearance sat like a dense rock at the pit of your stomach.

You almost didn’t want him to answer. But answer, he did.

“Professor? You don't mean Gramps, do ya?” he answered casually.

“No way.”

You set your glass down on the floor to bury your face in your hands. You didn’t want to be right.

“Oh my god. You’re Blue Oak.”

“At your service, sweetheart.”

You could only admonish yourself for not recognizing him sooner. Even people who didn’t engage with any battle knowledge had some idea of who the Oak family were, as Professor Oak was one of the most prestigious researchers of Pokémon in the world. His work is quoted and used as gospel concerning all Pokémon matters, and the reputation of his grandson–though not as monumental–was still not unheard of. He surely traveled to your region to engage in high-tier battling, and upon looking at his face, you swore you’d seen it on a promotional commercial or sponsor banner before.

Humiliating. You had one of the strongest Pokémon trainers in the world in your sad, hollow, Honeymoon Bungalow.

You were drinking with him. You drank and blatantly flirted with the Blue Oak for hours.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize–”

Blue waved his hand in a dismissive manner, pursing his lip.

“Nah, don’t even worry about it. It’s honestly better this way. I like a good ego stroke, but I don’t want my reputation doin’ my work for me.”

“But I totally just–” you rocked your head back with exasperation, “–god, I just sucked you into my pity party. Do you even have time for this?”

“Hey, it was me who said I had all day, remember? And that’s still true. And y’know what else is still true? The day is young, and we still have more to drink,” he encouraged, topping off his own glass, “after all. You didn’t suck me into a pity party. You full-on seduced me back at the pool. I can truthfully inform you that I was a very happy camper walking back here with you, sweetheart. Fuck, you laying down in that swimsuit? Worked wonders.”

You picked up your glass, a bashful warmth spread across your face at his comment.

“Sorry about that bait-and-switch, regardless. Still feeling seduced?”

“Still seduced? I’m sitting here offering you my last name. The Oak bloodline doesn’t make itself, y’know. It takes two to tango.”

You modestly laughed behind your glass, crawling closer to him on your bed.

“I dunno if I’m in the right state of mind to think about taking another name, let alone continuing such a prestigious bloodline.”

Yet…

“But… maybe I could entertain giving you a chance.”

Judging by the way his brows suddenly raised, the offer of a challenge left him more than enticed. He took a sip of his wine before placing his glass on the floor beside the bed.

“A chance is all I need.”

Focused brown eyes looked you up and down.

“But more than a chance, do I get to have a name? Can I call you anything other than sweetheart? Or beautiful?”

You looked him over with uninhibited interest–black button-up partially open and suggestive to a lean body underneath, alongside sleek green swim bottoms that looked so easy to remove. Certainly in no ensemble as compromising as yours, but one all the more inviting to a lonely bachelorette. With that, you pulled out your phone, opened your alarm app, and adjusted certain parameters accordingly.

He sat up, his face now inches from yours–his voice curious and low.

“Baby, you ignoring me?”

“Oh no,” you answered, “I’m just setting up the rules for that chance you need.”

Blue laughed.

“Is that so? I like a good challenge. I’m not the kinda guy that backs down easily.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he equivocated, leaning closer, “Didn’t I tell you? I get what I want.”

You smirked, holding the alarm app in his face as he inched in on you, causing him to jolt back in surprise.

“Now what’s this?” Blue asked. You grinned, pointing at the time you allotted him.

“Five minutes.”

He raised a brow.

“I mean, I see that, but what’s it for?”

You set the phone beside you, leaning back onto your hands.

“Here’s your chance, Blue, but I have conditions. I work hard, but I’m not really one to waste time–god forbid I end up in another Honeymoon Bungalow all by myself–”

You smiled.

“So I want to make sure you won’t waste my time. Make me finish in five minutes.”

Blue’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.

“Finish? You mean finish-finish? In f–five minutes?”

“You can do it, can’t you?”

Quickly, he threw his sunglasses on the floor, nearly tripping over his own words.

“W-well yeah, but if this is a challenge, what exactly are the winning conditions? Can I place them?”

You cocked your head to the side, meditating on entertaining his idea.

“And what, pray tell, would your winning conditions be?”

“That’s easy,” Blue said, “I get to know your name, then I want you to go through all your original Honeymoon reservations, but with moi as your plus one.”

Blue gave you a wink.

“Consider it a Mrs. Oak trial run. Yeah! That’s what I want. I win, I get your first name, and we treat this Honeymoon like it’s ours. Whether you want to renew after these two weeks you’re here in Alola–I’ll leave that up to you.”

He was talking a serious game for his challenge, and a rather big commitment. You were a bit beside yourself with the flattery, though you wouldn’t let it show.

Not unless he won, at least. And five minutes wasn’t a lot of time for your ambitious company.

“Fine,” you relented, “but you only get five minutes. You’re putting a lot on three-hundred seconds.”

“How many times I gotta say it? I get what I want.”

Your eyes met his–the same brown eyes so focused on you that they carried a gravity you couldn’t pull yourself away from. You felt it then; his desire to get what he wants, to achieve, to make things happen–his depths of drive, ambition, lust laid so naked before you with just a look. You saw so quickly how he lived up to the big shoes he had to fill. It was just in his nature.

If he wanted you, no matter how guarded you were, he’d make you his. You saw that promise in his eyes.

“Ready?” was all you could muster, finger on the start button of your app. He crawled to meet you, only inches away.

“I am. Are you, sweetheart?”

You felt something–a festering heat in response to his question, though you thought that in itself was a head start of sorts.

He was growing on you a bit though. You figured just this once you’d let him have it.

“3, 2, 1,” you counted down, then pressed the button.

You didn’t have a second to speak before his lips crashed with yours, selfishly drinking in your taste as he crawled over you. His kisses were delectable with champagne but sloppy–arousingly so with each wet pop he gave your lips. Blue kissed you so aggressively you could have guessed he was a man starved and you were the only meal in miles.

His worship of your now drooling mouth moved from your lips down the side of your face, and he nestled in a sweet spot between your neck and your ear to mark a rapacious, painful bite–a good measure of his stake to claim. His mouth was overwhelming enough to distract you from his hands making good, greedy home on your flesh. He was wedged deep between your legs, enough to press you already into the mattress, and more than enough to grow a hot coil deep in your core. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to keep him hard at work, and work he fucking did.

A final pornographic, saliva-filled pop from your skin marked the end of him doing work on your jaw and neck, and he offered a lust-drunken grin to you.

“Wish you could see yourself right now. I wanna eat you up all day.”

You could only roll your eyes as he went back to his ‘challenge,’ now putting eager concentration on your heavy, pillowy breasts. He took no time in pulling them from behind the tight fabric of your bikini top, and fondled them with enthusiastic hunger. His calloused thumbs ran over your quickly hardening nipples.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, “five minutes is fucking cruel when you’re this gorgeous, sweetheart.”

Before any words could leave your mouth, he gently pushed you further down into the mattress. His hands went back to claiming greedy handfuls of your flesh in each palm. Each handful wasn’t enough–even bending down to fill his salivating mouth with your breasts and moaning into your skin wasn’t enough for him, knowing he’d have to part ways with his veneration of each part of you so soon. It ached for you too. For your heart and for an increasingly aching part between your legs–with each suck on the tips of your breasts came a sinful noise from the back of your throat; he laid love to your body already like no man before.

And time wasn’t up yet.

Blue pulled away again, hands clawing and desperate to push your legs back and apart even further, letting out a pathetic moan at seeing you so undone and bunched up beneath him. His left hand pressed against your entrance as only the skimpy swimsuit fabric of your bottoms remained. A damp, impatient stain made itself known to his fingertips as he felt the outline of your inviting lips. You could feel your pussy burn with emptiness at each prod he made.

“Dunno if I can stop after five minutes, baby–” he warned, voice raw and gravely, pulling your bottoms to the side, “–you’re really lookin’ like you can help me out with the Oak bloodline–”

He slid a finger in, watching your face beautifully contort with each stroke, and he slid a second one in with even faster tempo. You could feel your chest tighten–something was beginning to build. Your body’s coil was red-hot and he was tightening it so right inside of you–Blue sank further.

“Good girl, feels so good, doesn’t it, pretty girl?” he cooed, his other hand letting go of groping your thighs and focusing on building you up even faster. First, his middle finger gently prodded at the hood of your clit to test your sensitivity, but hearing you mewl so deliciously, so loud, and all for his greedy ears alone. Blue forwent using his fingers and sucked on your bud himself, giving it the same sloppy worship he laid for your breasts just a minute ago. You tasted divine. With each noise you let out at every notch of your build up, Blue responded just as passionately with an aroused moan of his own, grinding his strained erection in his trunks against the mattress.

Suddenly, you felt that coil snap, and pulses of heat, nerves, and relief shuddered through you as he continued working out each wave out of your body. You couldn’t hear yourself, Blue, anything in the room, or feel anything other than white-hot bliss for full seconds before collapsing back into the slew of pillows on the bed.

Then, you came back to earth, realizing Blue was hovering above you with dilated eyes, drool on his lips, and warmth in his smile.

“Mrs. Oak, you made quite the mess,” he quipped, holding your phone screen up to you. Your vision returned to focus as you saw the time on your phone.

4:58. 4:59. 5:00.

The alarm sang its little song as it vibrated in Blue’s hand, and you groggily took it from him, still dizzy from the most intense and attentive foreplay you had in years. More than your ex-fiancé ever gave you. All under five minutes.

Blue really did see his challenge through.

Gladly defeated, you gave him a dreamy smile, tossing your phone aside.

“Okay, Mr. Oak, you win, that was–”

You truly didn’t have words as you shook your head in the mess of pillows. He softly chuckled, crawling over you to give you another kiss where words should have been. It was far gentler than before, a kiss laced with romance suited for the bungalow you stayed in. His body now rested against yours fully, really feeling each curve and every soft inch of you.

And you could feel the curve and inches of something else.

“I’m wonderin’ now if you could help me with something,” he whispered, pulling away with a glint in his eye. You raised a brow.

“Yes?”

“First, I need your name.”

Ah, as part of your promise, you remembered. Gingerly, running your fingers through his hair, you entrusted him with your name in the form of whispering it in his ear. He faced you, eyes revitalized aside from his lust-drunkenness with something else.

“Now that suits you,” he complimented, planting another kiss on you, “And I think it goes really good with ‘Oak’ if you ask me.”

You laughed, letting him continue his much slower-paced bout of hickey-making on your skin–you ran your fingers through his hair again.

“Ah–you think so?”

“I know so.”

You felt his hands on your chest again, though this time his grip was soft and intentional with your precious body.

“Now I can really get to love down my wife properly,” he mused.

“You’re very committed to this husband-wife bit.”

“If everything goes right, it won’t be a bit forever,” Blue retorted, giving you another kiss, “but yes. I intend to ride this bit out all the way.”

Subtle.

His second round of foreplay was magical compared to his rather rushed and explosive first round. Granted, you did finish as wagered, but the fact he wound you up so quickly and intensely already left your head spinning with love exhaustion. This more attentive and careful affection he gave–particularly to your breasts, stomach, and thighs, left you so weak and pliable under his magic thumbs and hot mouth. Every handful he fondled of you wasn’t enough for him–as if he had an insatiable hunger to constantly consume and enmesh himself with you. By the time he was down to your thighs, your aching pussy was already so wet again for him to fill. He watched you squirm. He watched you gorgeously writhe under each bite and kiss of your decadent thighs he took until he was finally ready to oblige your begging.

“Blue–please, please–” you felt yourself beg as he grinded himself against you, “‘M sorry, it hurts, I just need you–”

“So gorgeous, begging for me like this,” Blue sang, using one hand to hold your thigh back and the other to palm his erection in his shorts, “You want me to fill up your pretty pussy, Mrs. Oak?”

He was pushing it–the roleplaying of the husband and wife bit, but he won those conditions–and you were desperate in this state. Desperate and dizzy enough to even reach for your lips yourself and shamelessly spread them.

“Yes, honey, could you please–?”

That was enough for him to snap. Blue shuffled out of his trunks the quickest he could and nearly ripped off his black shirt to unveil the rest of him. You shamelessly ogled the man before you with an approving mewl from your lips. He was awfully cute, every bit of him, and as your eyes moved down, you felt another part of you burn with approval. He wasn’t of pornographic girth nor length, but it was more than enough for you. Every inch of him had your heart rate accelerating in unmitigated arousal.

He noticed your staring as he crawled back to you, lining himself up with your pussy. A hazy grin curled on his features at the sight of you so plump and folded open under him, at the sight of you ogling him so eagerly–he couldn’t hide his own arousal.

“Like this cock, sweetheart?”

Blue’s voice was a musical mix of teasing and something else– something coarse and primal. You nodded, whining with each time his head prodded your entrance and teased you.

“Aw, don’t worry baby, it’s all yours now–I–”

He slid himself in, slowly, being as aware as he could with stretching you out–but you could sense his hunger. You could feel each inch fill you so fulfillingly–how full and how relieving it was that he fit inside you so perfectly–and the noise you let out at him bottoming out was nothing less than wanton. Blue grunted in return.

You felt him begin to move, his arms holding your legs above your head–and hell, even with his slow movements, you could feel him in every single part of you. However, When you felt his pace quicken and his hitched breaths become incomprehensible, musical groans was when you could really begin to see stars. The way he filled you again and again burned so good, and with him leaning down for his lips to make home on your own again you may have forgotten why you were so heartbroken and guarded when you met him hours ago.

He shifted himself, now adjusting so he could watch you move under him as he could no longer stop himself from keeping an excruciating pace. His eyes were lidded but unblinking on you. Not a single second was spent not watching how your body writhing so gorgeous under him and his greedy lovemaking.

“Fuck–look at my pretty wife taking cock so good,” he cooed again, his firm grip moving to the fleshiest part of your thigh, “you were made for me, weren’t you pretty girl?”

The words were dizzying in the formerly loveless bungalow–you could only let out a weak moan as he fucked you harder.

“Yeah, yeah you were–shit, shit–’just wanna knock up my yummy fuckin’ wife so bad–”

The weight of the words hadn’t hit you quite yet, at least, not in reality’s terms. But with the way he spoke and felt you–the way he fit inside you and loved you so deeply, something about the concept drove you to tighten up around him. You reached for your breast with one hand and your clit with the other to further coil that tight sensation building up again in your core, and he grinned again.

“Oh? My missus likes the sound o’ that, does she?”

You could feel him press harder against you, his eyes now wide with manic lust.

“Mrs. Oak wants a baby, doesn’t she? Aw, don’t worry, pretty girl–I’d love to–fuck–help with that–you just lay back and play with those pretty tits for me–f–yeah–like that, so good–”

His other hand swatted yours away from your clit so he could play with it himself. You gasped at the firm contact on your sensitive, burning nerves but hell if it didn’t give you a rush. Your core tightened faster and faster at his increasing speed and merciless pace inside of you.

Then release–blinding and intense, but even more satisfying than before–you felt yourself finish with a flush of overwhelming heat overtake your entire body and exiting right where his fingers stroked you out to completion.

“Shit,” he moaned, “You fucking squirted for me? Fuck–” he praised, clenching his other hand’s grip around your thigh. Returning back to earth, you could feel his pace jutting as he felt himself coming to a finish. In your dreamy, pleased state, you felt yourself reach up for him.

“Blue–” you cooed, voice both lilted and coarse, “kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

He leaned down to crash his lips against your own, and slowly rocked into you as you felt a sudden jolt and rush of liquid, sticky warmth inside you where there wasn’t before. You couldn’t care in the moment. You just wanted to be consumed by him and his hunger. Greedy hands and lips made you his in that bed, and made your body their home. Blue could hardly pull himself away from kissing you–let alone pull himself out after countless minutes of being connected to every perfect bit of you.

It was you who stopped first.

“Did that help?” you asked, a coy smile on your face. Blue rested only inches from your face, and gave a kiss to your forehead.

“It did. I’d consider you a cure-all for all my problems at this rate.”

“You’re very sweet.”

“Like a good husband.”

You felt yourself softly smile with a roll of your eyes.

“You really are insistent on milking out that part of the deal.”

“I’m insistent on not only that, but making it stick. Layin’ down with you has made me certain that I’d probably send my Arcanine after anyone alive that intends to fuck you the way I just did.”

You threw a pillow at him with a wider grin on your face.

“You don’t need to be so insane! We just met!”

“Yes I do, what’s mine is mine and mine alone. Now let me help you clean up by running the water in that unused jacuzzi. We have a couple’s bath set we need to see through using.”

The rest of the afternoon faded into the evening—hazy and blurry with recovering soreness and lazing about in a bathtub with someone you met that day. It was odd. It was wonderful. It was sudden and explosive chemistry you hadn’t felt in years. A part of you felt a little scared of how strong the two of you fit so well together considering your recent disappointment, or that you would wake up tomorrow and Blue Oak would treat you as just a stranger, and you were stupid for even thinking that any of this was in earnest.

Worries aside, the evening transition into the night was relaxing. The two of you opted to enjoy dinner at the inclusive steakhouse with your first reservation of the stay, so he momentarily left to allow you and himself to get ready (though he kept giving you, his precious ‘wife,’ too many kisses goodbye.) Your surprise increased tenfold when you opened your bungalow door an hour and a half later as agreed to him dressed in all black, a dashing sleek outfit–and donning two suitcases with him. He looked equally surprised to see you in your finest wear, a dress that was the perfect mix of summery and elegant–it made for a cheeky mix, and your make-up completely done.

“Wow…” he marveled, standing up straight to align with you. You coughed out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, you too,” you said. Blue gestured to his suitcases behind him.

“Does this get to be part of the deal, or am I doing too much?”

You laughed, though you couldn’t shake that a part of you was a little wary. Even with the hours before in mind, it was still difficult to digest his potent interest. You folded your arms.

“Let’s see how this dinner goes. For now, you can leave them inside.”

He raised a brow.

“Are there guidelines to this win condition, or am I just gonna have to hope I give you the best first date of all time?”

The both of you shared a soft chuckle, perhaps airing out nerves from both of your spirits.

“If it’s any consolation, I want you to do well,” you admitted. Blue rolled his bags in but paused mid-step at your reassurance. He turned back.

“It’s more consolation than you think.”

You locked the door behind you as your date walked you to dinner.

It only took minutes upon arrival that you found yourself sheepishly covering your face when Blue had a rather entertaining argument with the restaurant manager about how the last name reserved was wrong, everything should have been under “Oak,” and he expected a full refund to your card for everything paid so far. Being a powerful and reputable trainer, and now your ‘husband,’ the manager found his argument very convincing. The two of you sat down together, being presented with a glorious vintage of a reserve cabernet sauvignon for your dinner. And the instant the two of you sat down, his second test began.

“I can’t get over it. You’re just beautiful,” he started, slapping his menu down without even beginning to peruse the options, “I don’t wanna minimize anything–and shut me up if I am–”

“Oh? Shutting you up was an option?”

Blue chortled.

“Ha-ha. Funny.”

He pulled his chair up closer and observed you closely.

“I’m just blown away you were left the day before your wedding. I’m sorry to bring up something so painful but–I dunno. I just met you today and I’m near-convinced I’m in love.”

“I’m–very flattered, Blue, really–” you exhaled, reaching for your glass of wine, “but it was my fault too.”

You felt your eyes focus on the wine in your glass.

“I was kidding myself for a long time. He honestly never liked me that much, and I think he felt too afraid to say anything for a long time. And looking back? I don’t think I wanted to see it.”

Warm contact met the top of your hand.

“Well. He’s fucking stupid. I don’t get why if you don’t like something, you can’t just hit the bricks.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “It would’ve saved me a lot of time, but. But what about you? I know I was giving you a hard time earlier, but–how are you single?”

“How do you mean? You sounded quite curious–” he teased, “I’m gonna take that as a good sign.”

“Don’t flatter yourself too hard. I’m not going off of your reputation here.”

“Ooh, so sassy for a good girl that just begged for me hours ago.”

You urgently looked around the restaurant to ensure nobody heard that; it was enough to get an amused chuckle out of him.

“Blue–!”

“Okay, okay, no dirty talk in public, noted,” he said, taking a sip of his wine, “but to answer your question, I’ve just been… busy? I guess? Honestly, I haven’t looked. Ever.”

“You’ve… never… dated?”

It was him who was embarrassed all of a sudden.

“I guess not. I’ve had a few hookups but nothing worth remembering. Nobody I wanted to introduce to my friends, my Pokémon, the Kanto League–hell, and after that gauntlet, there’s good ol’ Gramps and Daisy. Nothing seemed worth getting a name out of or a second text or anything. And I was busy, so I was cool with it.”

You were scared to ask, but the chaos of the day made you loose-lipped.

“Is that where we’re going to fall?”

“It’s certainly where I don’t want you to be,” he softened his voice, “this is a romantic dinner where we’re getting to know each other. Frankly, whether you want to confront this or not, we’re on a date. Though most people prefer to help embolden bloodlines after the date, not before–”

“Such a tease,” you rolled your eyes. He grinned.

“Yeah, I don’t really have an off button. But it’s that kinda nature that got me where I am.”

“Sounds like a straightforward philosophy.”

“It’s never let me down yet–I just always have an instinct to the things I want–like a gear just kicks in. Dunno. Maybe I have a special kind of intuition–maybe if I were a Pokémon, I’d be a Psychic type.”

You coyly swirled your glass in your hand.

“Okay, Mr. Oak, then what about me? What kind of Pokémon do you think I would be?”

It was clear to see that the question deeply amused him by the way his features curled into a wide smile–the same lopsided one you first saw by the pool deck when he was first barraging you with his romantic appetite. It was a cheeky, cocky look that suited him–raised eyebrow and all. You didn’t like how much it was growing on you.

“Well at first thinking, I woulda said Dark type,” he began, running his finger thoughtfully around the base of his glass as he spoke, “You’re a minxy, delicious, evil seductress that I seemed to have no effect on when I first bothered you earlier. That’s assuming I’m still a Psychic type, by the way. Which I think I still am. Because the moment I saw you I got that gear-kick feeling. And so far, my instinct’s been treating me real good. Oh–but not as good as you, Beautiful.”

Another eye roll, but a flush of warmth joined your cheeks mid-smile.

“Then spending time with you… I’m going to go with Fire. Not just because you’re smokin’ hot, even though you are–”

“Flattered.”

“But Fire is a really beautiful thing. It’s powerful. My Arcanine is one of the strongest on my team, and I’ve seen the destruction fire can make. But–people only think about how hot and powerful Fire is, and forget all the other stuff. Fire is hot, yeah, but it also provides warmth. Fire is powerful, but it’s also beautiful. People like, gather around Fire–we literally watch it to relax. When Fire is loved and handled the way it deserves, it’s one of the best types out there. One of the best facets of our Earth, actually.”

He pointed a finger at you.

“And I know all about that–I’m the keeper of the Earth badge. But I stand by what I said. You’re gorgeous and comforting–familiar, even. You’re both hot and warm. You’re powerful but safe. You exist amid these things that most people think couldn’t actually coexist, but…”

Blue raised his hands defensively.

“But that’s just my speculation and observation. It does have merit though, as I am always right about everything ever.”

Your ex never spoke about you so intently in the years that you knew him. Nobody ever, no hookup nor talking stage nor serious relationship made you feel remotely as seen as Blue did in under ten hours. Were you especially close to Fire types? Surely you would be now.

“Blue… thank you.”

It was your turn to put your hand on his.

“You answered and then some. I feel really spoiled, honestly.”

“Yeah? Well get used to it.”

Clinking glasses at the table was perfect at the moment, forgetting about yesterday and tomorrow and all their worries were possible just for the night with him to keep you company. Even being his bargain-won pretend wife didn’t feel so pretend when he continuously offered you to try every food he had, even holding the fork for you. It didn’t feel so pretend when he loudly declared excitement at the waiters bringing you both your romantic, honeymoon dessert. It didn’t feel so pretend when other families or couples would congratulate the two of you, and he puffed out his chest to thank them in full stride. And it certainly didn’t feel so pretend when you went to your bungalow together to make sleepy love for one final time, pass out in each other’s arms, and wake to the other’s smile in the morning.

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“You usin’ this chair?”

Your moment of meditative enjoyment of a sunny Alola day was rudely interrupted by a silhouette blocking your view of the sun. You adjusted your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose to gather any more information about the silhouette in question. Tall-ish. Male. Great–your first full day back at the Hano Grand Resort after three years and your precious sun time was being interrupted by some guy.

You were a professional at dealing with such types.

“Take it,” you instructed, waving your hand for him to get on with it. You could see him cock his head to the side.

“Take it? What if I wanted to sit here?”

“I mean, I can’t make you not sit there.”

The man sat down to your left, and you immediately shifted your attention away just to be blatant with your disinterest. A scoffing sound could be heard from him.

“Wow, single women have no idea what they want, do they?”

You let out an unamused cackle in return.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“If you wanted to leave, you would, right? But instead you’re giving me this weird hard-to-get attitude. I mean, I’m kinda into it, you bein’ so sexy n’ all.”

Sneering, you turned to glare the man down.

“I’m not staying here for you. I was already here, and I’m waiting for my drink.”

“But nobody special is bringing it out to you?”

“Leave me alone,” you demanded, going back to looking away, “fucking weirdo.”

“Excuse me b–”

“Do we have a problem?” a third voice intervened, one mischievous and familiar–comforting in its willingness to stir up some attitude, “It looks like you’re bothering this young lady.”

“I’m just making conversation–”

“Ah-ah-ah–” the familiar voice scolded, “not with her, you aren’t. You can go make conversation with anyone else, alright? She doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

You heard your tropical cocktail glass be gently set to the small table to your right, as your drink was lovingly brought to you. The unwanted company quickly jumped from his chair to escalate the situation.

“Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?”

“I’m Blue Oak, asshole–” your husband boasted, getting in the man’s face, “And that woman you’re messing with is my wife. If she doesn’t wanna talk to you, I’m gonna make damn sure you don’t get the time of day.”

Seeing that your beloved loved confrontation and challenge as he always did, you decided to be the voice of reason where he failed. It never hurt to pull him away with an irresistible offer.

You stood up, playing the hardest you could into your coyest self.

“Baby, why don’t we just go rent a cabana? I’d rather spend some private time with you on our Honeymoon.”

You could hear your husband smirk at the other man before wrapping an arm around you and starting to walk away.

“You’re right, sweetheart. Let’s go ahead and do that. I can think of a whole ton of stuff I’d like to take care of privately.”

You felt him openly kiss into your neck–that sweet spot you loved so much before his voice cried out to the unwanted company again.

“Smell ya later–asshole!”

He chuckled back into your skin as you walked completely out of the man’s sight, and you laughed in return.

“You don’t have to be so insane for me, Blue. We’re married for real this time.”

“All the more reason to be,” he explained, “What’s mine is mine is all mine, and fuck sharing with anybody else.”

The two of you paused mid step outside a cabana, and he smiled warmly just for you.

“Especially now that I truly have what I want. For real this time.”

“Does it make a difference?” you asked, running your hands up his shirt, leaning in for a kiss, “I was always yours.”

“It does to me, Mrs. Oak.”

The instant your lips met, your husband coaxed you inside the cabana to enjoy the rest of your honeymoon away from the world.

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A/N: Thank you all for reading this far! I hope you enjoyed. Gun to my head I could not tell you why I was able to write this of all things in two days. I have so many other long-form drafts started and saved for other characters and fandoms, but for some reason I had a primal itch to write about Blue? It was fun! Blue (or his anime counterpart, Gary) was one of my first fictional crushes ever—so this felt a little cathartic. Let me know if you’d like to see this archived on ao3 as well!

Thank you again!

#chubby reader #x chubby reader #x reader #pokemon x reader #plus size reader #Pokémon blue x reader #My first longform x reader ever and it’s pokemon. being in my 20’s is insane #toast.writes

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Roarlax

The "Grumpy" pokemon

Height: 7' 5"

Weight: 550 lbs

Type: Normal/fighting

Abilities: poison heal/guts

Hidden Ability: scrappy

Evolve by leveling up munchlax past 40 in a mountainous region.

Flavor text 1: Despite its appearance, this pokemon is quite docile. Its Grumbles and roars are often used to communicate with others of its kind. It stores its large food supply in spacious mountain caves.

Flavor text 2: Its dense coat of fur is constantly shedding. In some cultures, the coarse fur is used to stuff blankets and mattresses. Trainers need to be mindful of proper grooming, as a matted roarlax may become irate.

Flavor text 3: subsisting on mostly fruits and vegetables, this pokemon's stomach can gain nutrients from even the most rotten of spoils. No food goes to waste when a Roarlax lives nearby.

Significant moves:

Roar

Noble roar

Boomburst

Mach punch

Bulk up

Yawn

Growl

Body slam

Mega punch

Screech

Base stats:

Hp: 120

Attack: 140

Defense: 110

Special attack: 30

Special defense: 65

Speed: 65

#pokemon #fakemon #fanart #digital art #digital artist #ipad #procreate #nintendo #digital #gamefreak #digitalart #pokemon fanart #fakemon art #munchlax #snorlax

[leggerefiore]

🌿Yandere N HCs👑

cw: yandere

🟢 He's unsure of when the feelings properly started, truthfully. His eyes remained firmly on the goal of separating humans from pokemon. Your interference had interested him, but not enough to have his attention purely on you. It got worse the more he thought of you. Your continued efforts in opposing him and the way you accepted his words on the Ferris wheel made his heart feel strange. You never treated him as anything greater or lessee than yourself. It wasn't something he was used to. His brain felt a bit scrambled from these strange feelings that bloomed from your actions.

🟢 His blood rushed through his veins while he waited for you in Chargestone cave. A scream had rung out and forced him to rush over. You had fallen off a cliff and were barely holding on to the ledge. He reacted immediately to pull you up over the side. Questions pour from his mouth after that, unable to properly process what he had seen. He grasped you desperately to himself, the warmth of your body seeping into him and calming his overactive nerves. You explained that you had tripped over a rock at a dangerous point. Words of gratitude kept coming from you as you hid yourself in him. Your hands tangled into his hair as you felt the softness of it.

🟢 The strange feeling grew worse. His goals of liberating pokemon barely managed to remain at the forefront. Plans to obtain the legendary dragon of ideals came to fruition, and he managed to suppress the ugly feelings that spread in his chest at your upset reaction to his actions. It hurt. You'd see his side in the end. He would become king of all of Unova, and you would be at his side. The feelings became obvious to him after he explained it to his sisters. They softly told him it was love he felt. N loved you. It made sense. He hid these emotions from Ghetsis, a hesitation haunting him.

🟢 The events that followed left him shaken to his very core. You managed to obtain Reshiram and defeat him, despite his best efforts. Ghetsis betrayal hurt him deeply, his plans failing, adding more pain in his already wounded mind. You defeated Ghetsis, too. His eyes closed. In the end, he wanted to leave and try to find himself. He had no plans for what to do after this, and barely any clue about what he felt. The buzzing in his head subsided when you grasped his arm softly, eyes gazing into him kindly. You still cared for him despite all of this. “I love you…” he whispered. You returned the phrase to him.

🟢 His feelings got worse as he watched you come and go from your apartment in Castelia. You decided to let him move in with you and give him time to recover from everything. A lifetime of manipulation and lies doesn't disappear overnight, after all. He listened to you closely as you told him about things you saw and heard around the region. Being a professional trainer seemed harsh on you. N hated to see you unhappy. Your smile was something he loved dearly and wanted to protect. His heart bloomed with emotion as he cupped your face. He wanted to keep you happy.

🟢 These emotions overflowed and tainted him when you called him to tell you would be home late and may need him to come pick you up. An irate trainer reached to their loss by shoving over, and you had tumbled over a small incline. Your leg had broken from the fall, alongside a concussion. His heart shattered. Something is his mind whispered saccharinely in his ear that this was just how humans were. Tears burned his eyes as he helped you in the apartment and into bed. You cupped his face and reassured him that you were fine, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. He couldn't accept that, despite his words to you.

🟢 During your recovery, you could only watch as he grew more protective and doting on you. All his time and attention was given to you. You checked with him multiple times to make sure he was feeling alright, but he only gave you a soft smile and reassured you that he was fine, he was only worried about you. This slow burn of steadily growing hotter, yet hotter left you ignorant to your disappearing freedoms. A lock to the door, pokemon that N had befriended watching over you, your missing phone. He had you completely caught in a web before you even realised what had happened.

🟢 He was gentle and caring, his intentions were to keep you happy and safe. It was impossible to escape his loving embrace as he gave you all that you wanted, barring your freedom. When you finally found the confidence to ask him why, his sapphire irises gazed at you with pure adoration, “I love you… I don't think I was wrong in my ideals about how cruel humans are. They don't deserve you, and I won't let them have you.” Everything was sealed with a kiss. You knew he was too far gone in his delusions. Escaping would be difficult, but not impossible.

🟢 In the event that you did, you resigned yourself to go to your friends and explain what N had put you through. You were upset with him, but you didn't hate him. He needed help, not hatred. You would hope for him to one day recover, and maybe then you could reconvene and become close again.

🟢 Should you not, however, it's easy to just let N care for you. He truly does love you and wants only the best for you. You'll eventually move from the cramped Castelia apartment to somewhere in nature where no one will ever both the two of you ever again. There's no one to save you, and a dragon that guards you fiercely, serving its master's ideals to the bitter end.

#n x reader #n/reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere n x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[bionicboxes]

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The first of the updated SCPokemon designs! Now featuring: shinies, which I never properly made for the old designs. More to come soon! In the meantime, here's more about these designs:

Peekaweep: Peekaboo + Weep Shyrate: Shy + Irate

096 was actually pretty hard to get a design for. There's not really any Pokemon that looks anything like it, so finding something to go off of was difficult. Besides that, I needed some additional theme, because 096's visual appearance has very little to do with what it does. Admittedly, a lot of the design elements here are still disconnected from each other, but I think it at least looks somewhat like a Pokemon.

I landed on fighting being its type since nothing else felt fitting, and from that I added some sport theme to it. The hands resemble boxing gloves, but it also allowed me to make the hands red as though covered in blood- this is also why Shyrate's jaw and legs are red. The pattern on Shyrate's chest is supposed to imply ribs, but also is part of a leotard pattern like that of a wrestler or strongman.

I think the bag on head element is somewhat self-explanatory and how I tried to add a visual element to 096's behavioral gimmick. The dark rings on Peekaweep and Shyrate's body are meant to resemble shackles. Both have marks on their face to resemble tears.

Peekaweep is modelled after 096's docile state, while Shyrate is the outrage state.

And, of course, the shiny colors are based on an Enderman. Because how could I not?

#pokemon #fakemon #SCP #scp 096 #SCPokemon v2 #box art #ehhh fuck it this has been sitting in drafts for too long. the only other one thats done rn is 106 he'll be posted tomorrow. #maybe I'll be able to get 999 done if I have the motivation for it

[irate-pokemon]

We’ll miss you, @i-rate-pokemon.

#pokemon #pikachu #irate pokemon #i-rate-pokemon #and so the parody outlasts the original work. and im mad about it

[devilisinthedeinos]

Pelipper mail!

A book about anger management.

haha ..very funny. 💢

[The book was tossed aside.]

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #asks #eebydeeby irl #//me when deino is known as the irate pokemon

[roxannarambles]

Title: The Bloodmoon Graves (Part 2/7)

Summary: Nemona learns about the rumors of a fabled "Bloodmoon Beast" and decides they should all go for a camping trip out in the Timeless Woods to search for it. They end up finding a bit more than they bargained for.

(See Ch 1 for tags & other info)

Chapters: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Epilogue

Once Nemona, Juliana and Ogerpon returned to camp, Nemona excitedly tried to share their adventure.

“Guys, guess what! We found a cave really closeby, and Ogerpon found this secret tunnel in it and we followed her, and it was packed to the brim with tera crystals!! And then–”

Arven was in the midst of preparing dinner, but he turned and pointed his grill tongs irately at them.

“I don’t wanna hear it! You two are terrible! Running off like a couple of bratty kids, for pete’s sake! You know you both wouldn’t last one night if you had to camp out on your own?”

Both Nemona and Juliana’s expressions fell. Arven continued to wave the tongs,

“Me and Penny had to do all the work! All I asked for was help with a few lousy chores, but noooo, let’s ignore Arven, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, nevermind the fact he’s been doing this for years– c’mon Penny, you agree with me, right?”

Sitting by the fire, Penny sighed and muttered,

“I mean, yeah, you’re right, but it would help if you weren’t so obnoxious about it.”

“What do you mean ‘obnoxious’?!”

After an awkward pause, Juliana said,

“You’re a little hypercontrolling when it comes to camping, Arven.” Penny nodded.

“I’m not hypercontrolling! I have a well-honed system that works! I can’t believe this–”

“Wait, please, let’s not fight. We’re sorry, Arven,” Nemona cut in, giving him an appeasing look. 

“Ugh.”

Juliana sighed. She said,

“Okay, look, you’re right, we shouldn’t have left you with all the work. Let us make it up to you, what can we help with?”

Arven turned back to his cooking and scowled.

“Well it’s pretty much done now. I just have to finish the meat and put everything together . . . . although I guess you could get us some more firewood, I didn’t gather that much.”

“Okay, we can do that!” 

“Yeah, we’ll be back soon!”

“You better be.”

Nemona, Juliana and Ogerpon went to gather dry sticks and branches, gathering up an excessive amount to demonstrate their dedication; Ogerpon’s vines were really helpful in pulling down dead branches still up in the trees. They hauled it all back just in time for dinner. Arven had prepared fajitas, avocado salad, cilantro rice and fresh salsa. Everyone had to admit it tasted amazing, and after dinner, the ruffled tempers had smoothed over and they were all laughing and having fun again. After cleanup, they spent some time casually walking the woods and trying to catch pokemon. When the sky began to grow dark, they returned to camp to sit around the campfire and break out the supplies for making some s’mores.

It was incredibly cozy, the campfire crackling and popping as the sky darkened to a deep navy, the first stars appearing and the trees around them turning to dark silhouettes. The air smelled of cool, mossy earth and wood smoke and it felt like they were the only people around for miles and miles. 

“This is so cool, I’m so glad we did this. I haven’t been camping like this in ages!” Nemona said, tossing another pinecone into the fire. She liked how they popped and crackled when they were thrown in.

“You’ve been camping before?” Juliana asked. 

“Yep! A long time ago, back when Azelia and I were still little kids. I have happy memories of that, we had so much fun. Back then mother and father had a lot more time for us and they’d take us on weekend trips! We went hiking, swimming, fishing . . . it was great.”

“Aw, that’s so cool you got to do that.”

Nemona had a nostalgic smile.

“Yeah. They’re some of my best memories of my family. After the camping trips stopped and we got a little older, everything kinda started to change, our parents got super busy with their work and Azelia and I grew apart over the years. So I really treasure those memories back when things were still really happy and simple, y’know?”

Juliana looked at her with a sad smile. Quietly, she said,

“Yeah. I get that. I’m sorry it isn’t like it used to be.”

Nemona shrugged,

“Ahh, it’s fine! Things change, that’s how life goes. And family’s complicated, but that’s just how it is.”

Ogerpon handed Nemona another pinecone and she tossed it on the fire. Juliana nodded.

“Yeah. My situation was similar in some ways. My family went on some camping trips too when I was younger. Then my older brother moved away with his girlfriend and dad stopped being in the picture and . . . mom and I moved out here.”

“You have a brother? I didn’t know that,” Arven commented. He was carefully roasting a marshmallow over the fire, making sure it was even on all sides.

“Yeah. Florian. Step-brother, actually. He’s a lot older than me.”

“Oh, I see. Did you two get along well? Or was it more like having three parents?”

Juliana chuckled.

“Not really. He . . . ehh. He wasn’t very nice to me. I don’t miss him or dad at all, honestly. But the camping trips we had back then weren’t so bad, so that’s a positive memory, at least.”

“Ah. Okay.”

After an awkward pause, Arven said,

“Well, uh, you guys pretty much already know my deal. It was mostly just me and Mabosstiff when I was growing up. But there were upsides to that, I started getting interested in cooking when I had to learn how to take care of myself. That’s how I got into camping, too, I was really interested in survival and foraging.”

He reached down and patted Mabosstiff’s head. The dog’s tail thumped the ground. Juliana turned and asked,

“What about you, Penny? You have any camping memories?”

Penny was petting the Umbreon curled up in her lap. She sighed in thought.

“Well, we did go on a few trips before mom died. They were alright, I guess. But they were kinda boring, and I hated all the bugs and the cold and the gross porta-potty bathrooms, and all that. I’m kinda glad we stopped going.”

Nemona said,

“Aww, Penny . . . I’m sure some of it had to be fun, right?”

Penny was quiet for a while, but eventually she answered,

“Yeah. Some of it was. One weekend it rained really hard when we got there and we had to cancel our plans, so we rented a hotel in Hammerlocke instead and did a bunch of touristy junk.”

Juliana laughed,

“I don’t think that counts.”

“That totally counts. It was the best camping trip ever.”

“You weren’t even outside!”

“We were outside sometimes! When the rain cleared up we took a walk in one of the parks in Hammerlocke.”

Juliana snorted.

“That’s not camping, Penny,” Arven told her around bites of a s’more.

“It was a big park. Whatever, going outside and staring at a bunch of trees is overrated anyway, you guys are just weird.”

Juliana and Arven laughed. Nemona said,

“Okay, well even if it wasn’t a typical camping trip, I’m glad you have happy memories with your family too, Penny.”

Penny nodded and glanced away.

“. . . yeah. We did a lot of stupid tourist stuff but it was still fun. Mom really loved it in the end even though she was so disappointed at first. Dad tried to get me to go on camping trips again after that, but he got really clingy after mom died and it was just too much to deal with, you know? So that was the last ‘camping’ trip I did, I guess.”

They were quiet for a bit, the campfire crackling and the soothing sound of Kricketot chirping in the woods.

“Well, I’m glad we’re all here now making some new memories,” Nemona said, glancing between them. Penny stroked her Umbreon’s fur and smiled gently; Arven nodded and Juliana leaned her shoulder against Nemona’s. Juliana agreed,

“Yeah. Me too.”

After a while, Nemona’s eyes lit up and she said,

“Oooh! I know, we should tell spooky stories around the campfire!”

Juliana’s eyes widened and she said,

“Oh, yeah, yeah! That’s perfect.”

Arven frowned, wiping off marshmallow on a napkin.

“I don’t think I know any spooky stories.”

“That’s all right, you can just make something up! Anyway, I can start, I can tell you guys more about the Bloodmoon Beast!”

Juliana stuck another marshmallow to her stick and grinned.

“Perfect. We’re gonna hunt for it later tonight, so everyone should be prepared for what we’re gonna face. Go ahead, Nemona.”

Nemona nodded, then closed her eyes, a serious expression on her face. She began:

“So . . . a long time ago, the Bloodmoon Beast was just a normal Ursaluna that fled its home in Sinnoh. Nobody’s sure why, but they think maybe it was because Ursaluna in general became very rare once human settlements in Sinnoh increased. Maybe the Beast was lonely or it was trying to escape the human towns. The Beast traveled very far and swam across the sea, eventually washing ashore in Kitakami. It made the Timeless Woods its home, rarely seen by other people.”

Ogerpon hopped into Juliana’s lap and chirped, waving her little hands; Juliana gently hushed her.

“Shh, listen ‘lil Mandarina, your mamá’s telling a story.”

Nemona continued her tale, her voice still very serious;

“Over time, the Beast changed. He grew stronger and bigger, and started to walk on two legs to see better in the woods. He liked to dig in the rich forest soil at night and would be covered in layers and layers of mud that dried in the morning light; eventually, the layers of mud grew as hard as iron and protected the Beast. But the Beast became more and more reclusive over time, hating the presence of the humans that would sometimes pass by. He started to only roam the woods on dark, foggy nights when few could spot him. One of his eyes adapted to see better at night, so he could easily find his way. But the Beast only truly became terrifying on a very special night . . .”

She paused for dramatic effect, looking around at everyone before saying,

“. . . the night of the Bloodmoon!”

Juliana grinned, while Penny just rolled her eyes and Arven chuckled. Ignoring them, Nemona continued,

“On the night of the eclipse, when the full moon turned red as blood, Ursaluna’s third eye opened; and his pained cry pierced the cold, dark night, so that people heard the sound for miles and miles. They say that on that night, he gained the ability to hit any creature without fail, even Ghost types– with a fearsome beam of light that unleashes the full might of the Beast’s agonized soul! It’s even mightier and more devastating than a Hyper Beam and can raze the land, destroying all it touches!”

Penny interrupted, “Okay, that’s a bit much. Stronger than a Hyper Beam?”

Juliana said,

“Let her finish!”

Penny sighed. Nemona answered her calmly,

“To answer your question Penny, yes, it’s even stronger than a Hyper Beam– or at least that’s the best guess from the people who’ve studied the scorch marks left behind on the trees in this forest. There’s no way to know for certain until we meet it face-to-face! The plan is we’re gonna get up in the middle of the night, ‘cause the fog is due to roll in around 2 or 3am. That’s when the Beast goes on the prowl. But! We gotta be extra, extra careful. Because tonight is very special . . .”

Penny raised a brow. Arven frowned, saying,

“It is?”

Nemona glanced to Juliana; Juliana was grinning like crazy and nodding. Nemona looked back to Penny and Arven.

“Yeah . . . because on this very night . . . there’s gonna be another Bloodmoon!!”

Her audience seemed genuinely shocked– even Ogerpon, her eyes gone wide.

“Wait, really?”

“That’s– huh. You didn’t mention that before.”

After Arven and Penny looked at each other in surprise, Penny asked,

“And you’re not just messing with us?”

Unable to stifle her grin any longer, Nemona answered,

“Yeeeah, I’m just messing.”

Immediately, Arven said,

“What the heck, Nemona!”

“I thought it sounded a little convenient,” Penny griped. Juliana just laughed. Nemona quickly pointed out,

“Okay, but while there isn’t an eclipse tonight, it is a full moon tonight. Ursaluna are strongest on the full moon so my point still stands, we gotta be careful.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Juliana said,

“It is a full moon! You can check.”

Penny shook her head.

“I don’t doubt that part, I just don’t think this ‘Bloodmoon Beast’ is something to worry about. Chances are it’s just some Hatterene wandering around at night and getting cranky at people approaching it.”

Juliana scoffed,

“A Haterene? With a forehead that glows like a blood-red moon and all those other details?!”

Penny shrugged.

“Haterene has plenty of moves that glow, and it learns some pretty strong attacks. All that other junk’s probably just made up. I mean, c’mon guys, look at Ogerpon.” She pointed at the little Pokemon in Juliana’s lap.

“The people in Kitakami spent literal generations being terrified of her and making up all sorts of awful stories about her, but she’s like the nicest little Pokemon you’ve ever seen. People just like to talk crap about people and pokemon, that’s what I think.”

Nemona looked down at Ogerpon, who was chewing on a pinecone and drooling. She patted her head, looking thoughtful.

“That’s true, but on the other hand, Ogerpon is incredibly powerful. So they weren’t wrong about that part. I’m willing to bet at least some of the Beast’s story is true.”

Juliana nodded, while Penny frowned. Eventually Penny said,

“I guess it’s possible.”

Nemona looked to Arven, asking,

“What do you think, Arven? Are you scared of the Bloodmoon Beast?”

Arven used a stick to poke the fire, shifting the logs to burn better. Mildly, he answered,

“The only thing I’m scared of is the possibility of somebody twisting an ankle or something tonight while we run around in the fog at 2am.”

Juliana sighed, sticking another marshmallow into the fire.

“You guys are such killjoys.”

“Yeah! You should try to be open to the world of possibilities,” Nemona said, 

“I bet there’s still loads of things out there that’ll surprise you. All sorts of super-powerful pokemon we haven’t even heard of yet. Maybe even something stronger and scarier than the Bloodmoon Beast! You never know. New stuff is still being discovered all the time!”

Penny chuckled, 

“Even scarier than the Bloodmoon Beast? I guess that’s always possible, you never know.”

The group fell quiet for a while, watching the crackling fire.

“Jules, your marshmallow’s on fire.”

“Ya, I like ‘em like that.”

“But it’s like, SUPER on fire.”

“Yeah it’s perfect.”

“Jules there’s no way that thing’s edible anymore–”

Juliana pulled the marshmallow from the campfire, letting it burn like a ball of molten lava.

“Delicious and crunchy. . .”

“You know that’s carcinogenic, right?”

“Delicious carcinogens . . .”

Nemona blew on the marshmallow, extinguishing the flames.

“Hey! It wasn’t done . . .”

Arven said,

“Juliana, could you try to not waste those, they’re handmade marshmallows you know, not dollar-store junk.”

“You guys are mean.”

“Here, I’ll cook you another one Jules, why don’t you try one that’s slightly less toxic?”

Juliana sighed,

“Fiiiiine . . .”

The teens continued to sit around the campfire and chat until it grew late. After extinguishing the campfire and securing any food leftovers a safe distance away from camp– to avoid any scavenging Pokemon from visiting them unexpectedly during the night– they all retired to their tents. The plan was to sleep for now and to get up at 2am, which is when the fog usually rolled in, according to the locals. They had brought two tents with them, Arven’s and Juliana’s; Nemona and Juliana were sharing one while Arven and Penny had the other. They were a bit snug as they were only backpacking tents, but they were big enough to fit their sleeping bags, and that’s all that really mattered.

~

Inside the tent, Nemona and Juliana had already changed into their pajamas and were lounging in their sleeping bags by the dim light of a little electric lantern. Juliana scrolled through her smartphone, but nothing was loading– service out here was just too spotty. Her phone was almost dead anyway. She set the phone down and gazed at the ceiling of the tent for a bit. After a while, she asked,

“Are you tired?”

Looking at her own phone, Nemona answered,

“Not even a little bit.”

Juliana chuckled.

“Okay, I’m glad it’s not just me.”

Nemona tossed her phone aside.

“I’m way too wired to think of sleep. I wish it was just foggy already so we could go looking now.”

“Yeah. I doubt I’ll get any rest, or by the time I actually fall asleep it’ll be time to get up anyway.”

“Exactly!”

Juliana gazed at the ceiling, humming.

“I wonder what we should do, since we can’t sleep.”

She was quiet for a beat. She turned her head to look at Nemona at the same time Nemona turned to look at her. Nemona’s brows lifted a little.

~

Outside in the chill of the night, Arven grumbled, annoyed that their cell phones weren’t even sending texts to each other. Sure, it was to be expected out here, but what can he say, technology was convenient. He headed over to Juliana and Nemona’s tent and pulled the zipper, sticking his head in to ask,

“Hey guys I just– WHOOAA THERE–”

He quickly turned away in a panic, embarrassed at having apparently interrupted a rather private moment. He stammered,

“S-sorry! Sorry, I just–”

“Oh jeez, sorry, Arven–”

“No, no, it was my bad, I–ugh, can I– is it safe to–”

“Yeah.”

He turned back, quickly spitting out what he came to say.

“I just wanted to ask if you guys set an alarm for 2, or if you’d need us to wake you up, I don’t know if your phones are dead by now or not, I have a charger if you need.”

Juliana fumbled with her phone and answered,

“U-uhm, mine’s, mine’s almost dead.”

“Mine’s not. I have an alarm set, we should be fine.”

“Okay, great. Thanks. That’s all I needed. Uh, goodnight then.”

He beat a hasty retreat, the two girls watching him leave and then just sitting there for a bit, blinking.

Then Juliana covered her face and sunk down into her sleeping bag, groaning.

“Uuughh, man, that was . . . awkward.”

Nemona agreed,

“Yeah . . .”

Juliana uncovered her face and sat up, sighing and looking at Nemona.

“Guess we probably should cool it with the kissing for now, in case somebody else busts in here again.”

Nemona sighed too. She looked disappointed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

They were quiet for a while.

“Or, I could try jamming the zipper . . .”

Juliana giggled,

“Nemona!”

“Just a thought.”

“We could end up trapped in here if you did that.”

Nemona nudged her and said,

“Oooh nooo, trapped in here all alone with Juliana, how terrible . . .”

Juliana gave a surprised laugh.

“Since when did you start being sarcastic?”

Nemona winked,

“I learn from the best.”

“Oh man, I dunno if I’m a positive influence.”

“Of course you are,” Nemona said, letting her head drop down on Juliana’s shoulder. Juliana smiled softly, running a hand through her girlfriend’s hair. Nemona gave a happy mumble and shifted, giving her better access. Juliana was very content to play with her hair, carding her fingers through soft, silky strands and gently scratching against her scalp.

In response, Nemona hummed, low and delighted.

“You’re way too good at that, you know.”

Juliana chuckled. She continued for a while, hoping it would help relax them both enough to feel like sleeping. It seemed to work well, Nemona practically purring in her lap before long.

When it seemed like they were sufficiently relaxed, Juliana clicked off the light from the little lantern.

“Okay, let’s try to sleep a bit.”

“Mmmm.”

Nemona didn’t budge. Juliana laughed,

“C’mon, tesoro, I can’t lay down like this.”

She tried to nudge her head off her lap. Nemona made an unhappy noise.

“Nnnnnn . . .”

“C’mon, you silly butt, you wanna be rested if we’re hunting for scary beasts later tonight.”

Reluctantly, Nemona shifted, sitting back up and sighing,

“I guess . . .”

Then she drooped and leaned against Juliana, nuzzling against her. Juliana giggled, feeling her skin tingle at the sensation. 

Then Nemona started to kiss her softly, lazily trailing kisses up her neck as she did. Juliana’s face heated up very quickly.

“Nemona, t-that’s– nghh– c’mon, if you do that, nobody’s getting any sleep–”

Nemona stopped and pulled away, blinking sleepily. As if only now realizing what she’d been doing, her lips twisted into a half-smile and she said,

“Sorry.”

She sounded both sorry but also a little sneaky. Juliana laughed.

“Okay, okay, for real, we should go to sleep, you’re right,” Nemona agreed, turning and zipping her sleeping bag open. They both stowed their backpacks at the bottom of the tent and clambered inside their sleeping bags, settling down to rest.

“G’night Nemona,” Juliana said in a hushed voice.

“G’night Jules,” Nemona yawned. Juliana turned her head towards the side of their tent. 

“G’NIGHT ARVEN! G’NIGHT PENNY!”

“Oh my god just go to sleep already.”

“Okay, okay, jeez.”

They settled down and fell quiet, eventually drifting off to sleep.

~

However, as the night grew colder, the soothing sound of Kricketot cries and the occasional Noctowl weren’t the only things heard in the darkness. Arven was wakened by a rustling sound just outside their tents. Concerned, he poked his head out of the tent and shone a flashlight, but he didn’t spot anything. With an annoyed grunt, he returned to his sleeping bag.

Penny asked,

“Something wrong?”

He shook his head.

“Nah, just worried somebody accidentally left some food out to attract something, but it went away, whatever it was.”

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the last of it. The noises kept returning– something rummaging through their campground. Arven tried to ignore it at first, but he started to get worried it was going to mess with his camping equipment. He got shoes on and went out there with his flashlight to scare it off, but once again, the campgrounds were strangely empty.

After doing this routine twice, when the noises returned once more, Arven just scowled and pushed the pillows against his head to muffle the sound. “Go away,” he grumbled.

“What’s even out there?” Penny asked.

“I have no idea, it runs off before I can see. Probably just some dumb Greedent trying to lick grease stains off the ground or something.”

The rustling noises suddenly stopped. Arven sighed.

“Good, now just stay away, please,” he muttered quietly. They both settled back down to sleep.

A minute or so later, there was a strange, distant, high-pitched wailing. Both Arven and Penny opened their eyes. Penny whispered,

“That . . . doesn’t sound like a Greedent. What was that?”

“I dunno, man . . . a Froslass?”

“I don’t think there are Froslass in the woods.”

The sound came again, very drawn-out and shrill. 

“Okay, well, I dunno, Litwick maybe.”

“I don’t think so.”

The cry repeated, a trembling moan this time, almost as if the Pokemon was in pain.

“Maybe it’s the Bloodmoon Beast,” Arven snarked. Penny rolled her eyes, making a show of being annoyed, but she then seemed to consider the possibility. She looked a little uneasy. Arven laid back down, saying,

“As long as it isn’t tearing the campground apart, just ignore it, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry over.”

“I guess so . . . sounded kinda weird though.”

They fell quiet, trying to go back to sleep, but the strange cry continued intermittently, making it difficult. It didn’t help that it seemed to grow increasingly shrill and emphatic– and increasingly distorted. After a while it began to sound almost like a very strange human crying out.

It also was getting louder. 

“Arven–”

“Yeah. I know. Look, there’s nothing I can do. Sometimes pokemon feel like making a racket, that’s just a part of camping. All the food scraps and cooking equipment are secured a safe distance from our tents, so there’s no reason for them to bother us. Just try to . . . ignore it as best you can.”

After a pause, Penny said,

“Okay. Okay, yeah, I’ll try.”

She definitely sounded a little anxious, not that Arven really blamed her. He’d never admit it but the mysterious pokemon cries were weirding him out a bit too. But he’d never been to Kitakami before, it was just some pokemon he wasn’t familiar with, no doubt. He’d already checked the Pokedex for this region and thought he already knew everything, but apparently not.

Or, heck, maybe it really was an Ursaluna like Juliana and Nemona wanted. Either way, it was something they could deal with later.

Penny had apparently handled the situation by sticking her headphones in and playing music; Arven didn’t have headphones, so he sandwiched his head between his folded pillow.

Eventually, the two managed to fall asleep.

The human visitors to the Timeless Woods were quiet after that, sleeping soundly even as the full moon began to rise and the creatures of the night stirred.

#pokemon #pokemon s/v #pokemon scarlet/violet #julinemo #terajules #nemona #juliana #arven #penny #the teal mask #kitakami #julinemo fanfic

[dawnedon]

The Old Chateau - History and Overview

Eterna Forest's Old Chateau (dubbed in recent years by the locals as Mori no Yōkan (森の洋館)) is a sprawling estate situated in the north of the forest, nestled within large throngs of evergreen trees. The style of the manor is perplexing, mirror the architectural style of buildings commonly found overseas in regions like Unova or Galar.

Though a lot of the history of the family that built their mansion there has been lost to time, the style of the building makes sense upon learning of the family's overseas origin. They moved over to Sinnoh by boat, seeking to expand their business in an outside market.

This family, however, was besmirched and cursed by their own misfortune.

The boat ride over had been treacherous, as choppy waters and rough waves unlike any seen before battered the ship. It nearly capsized a couple of times, but fortunately remained righted as they made their first step into the Sinnoh region. With ungodly amounts of wealth, they were able to predetermine where they wanted their new estate built before they had even touched down on the land, having planned it all out long before they officially arrived.

Enough of the mansion had been built already for them to live in at the time, though by the time the manor had actually been finished in the early 1940's, tragedy struck.

The family dined separately from their staff of butlers and maids, and one of their rather old butlers had suffered a fatal heart attack during dinner. It happened right at the table, killing him before anyone could even think to move and help.

Since that day, both the family and the staff saw strange happening in the dining room. An apparition of this ghostly butler often seen sitting in the very place he died, sometimes moving towards the kitchen area. Upon entering, he was nowhere to be found, but the area took on an unmistakable chill.

This would not be the last of their misfortunes. The husband of the family would go on to have an affair with a woman from his now failing business - a secretary - leaving his wife to find out the hard way upon his affair partner becoming pregnant, and then dumping their child on him.

Though his wife was indescribably irate, she would stay, if only for the money.... but it became clear that this treachery had made this a woman most wicked. As the illegitimate daughter would grow older, so would the woman's ire. It was harder to look at the girl and not be reminded of her husband's betrayal.

In a fit of hysteria, one fateful autumn night, the wife would dose her husband's meal with a lethal dose of poison, before locking the illegitimate daughter in an empty, windowless room. With her husband having keeled over within the next few hours of dinner, and the daughter abandoned in a forgotten room, the wife would take the other three children and leave the manor. They left the Sinnoh region entirely, a dead father, a dead daughter, and a dying business left in their wake.

By the time police had arrived to the manor for a wellness check, it was too late. They discovered the body of the husband, sat in a plush chair in the library, eerily still... as if he'd simply fallen asleep, and would wake to return to his reading material at any moment. They discovered the body of the illegitimate daughter next. They took both of the bodies away, and with no way to contact the wife, the manor was condemned and fell quickly into disrepair due to the harsh Sinnohan elements.

The Old Chateau was quickly accosted by various ghost-type pokemon, including a Rotom that quickly overtook the family's old black-and-white television, among other appliances. There was great death in this estate, and the negative feelings and emotions that took hold of the building drew them in in droves.

This forgotten manor became a place of urban myth and legend as well to the locals, with rumors spreading quickly about the ghostly butler, along with the room housing the ghostly spirit of the little girl. In the library where the husband died, there were rumors about a painting with glowing red eyes, and a book that, when moved, housed a secret room behind the shelves.

It's become a frequent spot for teenagers and young adults to take part in 'tests of course' (kimodameshi), though as of late the amount of ghosts and their ferocity has kept many at bay.

In the past decade, the path leading up to the manor had become extremely overgrown with various bushes and small plants, becoming entirely inaccessible to the masses. Perhaps, due to the nature of the manor, that was for the best.

#👻 headcanon. #👻 worldbuilding. #👻 old chateau. #death tw #child death tw #murder tw #child murder tw #abuse tw #there's gonna be multiple entries to this btw. i was gonna go over the layout/the manor grounds #but this got WAYYYY too long already so. we're splitting it lmao #the manor getting overgrown as hell and the people are lowkey relieved. but then here comes 10 y/o dawn w cut.

[princepasio]

Fairy/Groud Fakemon GO

Name: Hedgehob (from hedgehog + hob, a type of small household spirit.) Title: The Household Pokemon. Genders: Male/Female (male leaning split.) Typing: Ground/Fairy. Height: 1'3". Weight: 13.1 lbs. Region: Pasio / Lear's home region that I still have to name.

Appearance: A small rodent-like Pokemon that appears like a hedgehog with the spines on its back being made of small, shiny stones. It wears a makeshift satchel around its waist made from scraps taken from the homes it protects. Its color scheme is cream for the underbelly, brown for the back and pink for the stones on its back. Its shiny coloration swaps the brown and cream, and turns the stones blue.

Dex Entry: A small Pokemon whose prickly appearance belies a helpful personality. Often seen in old households or hillsides, they spend the days collecting berries and looking for things to tidy up. However, if offended, they become quite irate and mischievous - often breaking plates or opening locked doors. If your home is blessed by a Hedgehob, you will sometimes find gifts left on your hearth.

Abilities of this Pokemon are Pickup / Prankster (Hidden Ability).

----- Evolves into Pucapine at level 32 if given a Rocky Helmet. -----

Name: Pucapine (from puca, one of many names of a type of mischievous faerie, and porcupine). Title: The Mischiefmaker Pokemon. Genders: Male/Female (male lean.) Typing: Ground/Fairy. Height: 3'2" Weight: 47 lbs. Region: Pasio / Lear's home region that I still have to name.

Appearance: A rodent-like Pokemon that prefers to stand hunched on its hindpaws. The porcupine quills on its back are the same shiny stones as before, sharpened to dangerous points that are prone to breaking off. The brown on this Pokemon has darkened to resemble peat earth, though the cream coloration stays.

Dex Entry: The evolution of Hedgehob, this Pokemon is regarded as more of a nuisance than its predecessor. Prone to playing tricks on those around it, it enjoys causing frustration before retreating underground. However, if you gain the favor of a Pucapine, it will use its powers of mischief against your enemies, lending itself as a powerful protector to homes that held its favor as a Hedgehob.

Abilities of this Pokemon are Pixilate / Prankster (Hidden Ability.)

time for some pkmn.

#fanregion building ;

[bugpysforge]

The Scovillain twins adore spicy meals. They often become irate if their food isn't hot enough.

Race: Dvati Class: Barbarian Subclass: Path of the Arsonist Location: Harbor Inns Alignment: Lawful Neutral

View the pokedex of all dungeon pokemon by following the link in the menu.

#Scovillain #Dvati #Twins #Barbarian #Path of the Arsonist #Lawful Neutral #pokemon #dnd pokemon #pokemon dnd #fan art #dnd #dungeons and dragons #hero forge #hero forge minis