#professor blue oak answers

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hey there! I have no idea if you’ll see this, but I figured I’d send in an ask anyways.

You know that Blue Tears story you posted awhile back? Well, it’s really freaking good and has me coming back every once and awhile to reread it! I haven’t seen a lot of Blue Tears content, if any at all and my brain needs more.

So, could I request a sort of continuation to that story if that’s alright? Another Blue X Reader story that’s kinda Angsty and Hurt/Comfort focused?

I know you said to be specific with plot ideas, so I’ll try my best here:

It’s been awhile after Blue, Red and the Reader all came down from Mt. Silver, like a month or two. Red is doing better and has healed up but Blue has isolated himself and hardly leaves his house. Red and the Reader are hanging out (maybe the Reader is checking on him) and the topic of Blue comes up. Red’s concerned about him but he’s worried (and a little bit afraid) that Blue doesn’t want to see him, so he asks the Reader to check on him. So the Reader goes over to Blue’s house (maybe meeting Daisy briefly and asking her where Blue is) before going up to Blue’s bedroom door.

The Reader knocks and Blue answers. He ain’t looking to hot or sounding that great either. Bro is a mess. That guilty conscience hit him hard. Blue let’s the Reader in and Reader expresses their concern for him, along with saying that Red was worried about him to. Blue is kinda dismissive of it at first, but when the Reader tries to say that Blue is still their friend, he gets angry and thinks that it’s pity and not concern. Blue is angry, sad, and guilty. He feels like he doesn’t deserve the Reader or Red as friends and that he’s a murderer. Blue and the Reader kinda argue (well, Blue is arguing, Reader is calm and collected and trying to get Blue to calm down/get through to him because they know he’s not okay) and right before Blue screams something that he knows he’d regret later, he’s cut off by the Reader hugging him. After a couple seconds of just processing, he breaks down and cries, hugging them back and apologizing for yelling. The Reader just holds him and comforts him, telling him that he’s still deserving of care, that they and Red are still his friends, that they’re there for him, etc. (And maybe, after Blue has calmed down, the Reader helps him get outside a bit and get some fresh air after isolating himself.)

And that’s pretty much it! Also, sorry in advance for the long ask. I didn’t mean for it to be that long. I hope that plot isn’t too long or crazy. I just wrote out what was in my head.

I have no idea if you’ll see or write this, but if you do: Thanks! If not, then still, thanks for reading it!

(PS: Blue Tears!Professor Oak can suck an egg. He’s a horrible excuse of a grandfather. Please excuse the Oak Slander I had to say it-)

Ough I'm glad you liked that one! Also I must thank you for this in-depth request <3

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It's been roughly a month since...well...

Since it happened.

Only you, Red, and Blue knew what that it was...as the rest of Kanto only knew the fabricated version of it.

That being a vicious Pokémon had attacked you three on the summit of Mt. Silver, with no one able to identify it through the blinding blizzard that kicked up.

That's the story you told the doctors, Daisy, and every other person who was concerned for your well-being.

But that's not what happened at all.

The true perpetrator was Blue, who attacked Red in an act of pure rage and grief, as he was convinced that his rival ruined his life, stole his family's praise, and inadvertently killed one of his most treasured Pokémon.

Somehow, he believed murder was the justifiable thing to do.

The only way he'd find any sort of relief or "peace".

Yet it only brought him more sorrow when you showed up and thwarted his attempts on Red's life--owing it to his Pidgeot for leading you straight to him.

Although he attempted to kill you too for interfering...you were able to snap him out of it and lead the pair down the mountain on Pidgeot's back, keeping a close eye on Blue in case he had another freakout.

Fortunately nothing else happened.

From there, the healing process could begin. But it was hard and painful, especially when you had to lie about everything...even to the professor himself.

As angry as you were at Oak for neglecting his only other family member, you couldn't exactly tell him that his grandson resorted to murder over sheer jealousy.

But despite everything, the three of you were slowly recovering from the trauma of that cold and snowy night.

Red's injuries were still being monitored, although he was okay enough to finally be discharged from the hospital (sporting only a few scrapes and bandaids that were hardly noticeable), and he arrived home to you and his relieved mother.

While she went out to run errands, you and him chatted for a few minutes. Considering how quiet he usually was, you did most of the talking while he did the listening.

You talked about the latest Pokémon you've captured, Lavender Town's most recent ghost story, the weather..

And Blue.

Of course, it's inevitable that the Donphan in the room had to be brought up. It couldn't be ignored forever..

But you noticed Red's subtle change of expression the second you brought up his name, and your eyebrows furrowed, worried that you've upset him. "Sorry, Red..I..I didn't mean-"

"No, it's fine." He assured you. "I haven't heard from him in a while.."

"...me neither. Daisy mentioned that he's been shutting himself in a lot more. I haven't seen him in days now."

"Yeah, I'm worried, too."

You blinked. "Really?"

Red nodded. "You should check on him."

"Wha--me? Would...you be okay with that?"

"I doubt he wants to see me, but...he'll definitely wanna see you. I just know it." He looked up, his brown eyes appearing soft as he gave you a small and comforting smile. "Just tell him...he's still our friend, okay?"

For a moment, you sat there astonished. You've never heard him talk this much in all the years you and Blue have known him.

And to realize he still genuinely saw him as a friend despite what happened? You were speechless.

But once the initial shock passed, you smiled back. "I'll be sure to tell him that if he lets me in. Wish me luck."

After giving him a hug goodbye (and insisting that he kept resting like his mother requested), you began the trek over to Blue's house, hoping he was still there.

When you arrived and knocked on the front door, it was Daisy who answered, surprised to see you standing there. "Oh hey, [y/n]."

"Hey, Dais...is Blue home?"

"Yeah. He's kinda in a mood, though. He hasn't come out of his room today. Not for breakfast or....anything." Frowning, she looked over her shoulder. "I've never seen him like this before...it's scaring me."

"And that's why I'm here. I think he'd feel better if he knew I wanted to come see him." You put one hand on the doorframe in case she thought about closing it on you. "Please."

"...okay." She allowed you inside. "I have to head to work. There's a Growlithe who needed some trimming..poor thing probably can't see with all the fur over its eyes."

"You go take care of that, I'll take care of Blue..thanks." Smiling, you headed in while she headed out the door, locking it behind her.

Finally alone, you exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding, before making your way up to Blue's bedroom. You just hoped he was somewhat feeling okay...although judging from Daisy's remarks, he was still far from that.

You prayed he wasn't doing anything harmful to himself or anyone. But you did have a Pokeball on your belt should you need to call out one of your companions just in case.

Hopefully, it didn't need to come to that and you can just talk.

After knocking on the door, there was only a few moments of silence before it swung open, revealing a very exhausted and disheveled-looking Blue. He was in sweatpants and his usual purple sweater, although his normally spiky hair was even more of a mess.

Any sort of light that was once in his eyes had died out long ago.

To put it bluntly, he looked like hell.

"Daisy, I said I'm not.....oh...." Even his voice lost that confidence and luster it once had, instead being quiet and hoarse, having not used it for days. "[Y/n]? What's up? Why are you here?" He frowned.

"To see you, dummy." Huffing, you leaned against the doorframe. "Wanted to make sure you were still alive."

"..well, I am. So you can go. Sorry I missed your calls-"

"Can I come in?"

"......"

"....please? Just for a few minutes?"

At this point, he was too tired to fight with you right now. So he allowed you into his room, which....didn't look any better than he did. You noticed were his curtains being drawn shut, and his pokeballs and gym badges scattered across the table.

The Blue you've grown up with had his room practically lit up like the sun and his badges neatly arranged in a glass box--just in case he had someone over and wanted to impress them with his triumphs.

Now? That version of him was seemingly dead and gone.

But you didn't stare for too long, not wanting him to think you were judging him for the mess. Instead you sat together on his bed, where he remained silent, staring down at the floor.

You finally cleared your throat, deciding to talk first. "Red and I have been worried about you...he-"

"That jerkward? Worried about me?" He snorted half-heartedly, looking up to see you frowning a bit. He sighed. "Sorry, go on."

"He was discharged today. Doctors said there's nothing they need to monitor, so..that's good, at least."

"Yeah..that is good."

You noted his rather dismissive attitude as you continued expressing your concerns for his well-being, along with how he shrugged off how his Pokémon were doing, if his grandfather ever stopped by to apologize (which he did, but it came much too late for him), and more.

He was sorta just repeating whatever you said and agreeing with it, hoping you'll leave and let him go back to moping.

Honestly he thinks you got better things to do than worry about him.

However, what you said next made something in his brain tick.

"Red wanted me to tell you that...he still thinks of you as a friend. I do, too."

All of the sudden, Blue's shoulders tensed and he stared directly at you.

Not with a tired half-lidded gaze like before, but with darkened brown eyes that seemed rather...angry.

"Don't even go there, [y/n].." He warned, voice dripping with Arbok venom.

"....go where?" You blinked in bewilderment at his abrupt attitude change.

Then again, you should have seen this quick coming from a mile away. He's always had a quick temper...although you were confused over why such a simple thing as reaffirming your friendship pissed him off.

"I know what you're doing..and I'm telling you right now that I don't need it."

"I....don't follow.."

"I don't need your goddamn pity." He snarled, fingers curling into the bedsheets beneath him. "Not yours, Red's, gramp's, or anybody's....so just go on and tell me how you REALLY feel."

"That is how we really feel, Blue." You did your best to stay calm, knowing he wasn't in the best headspace right now. Getting angry at him won't solve anything. "We're not saying that to pity you or anything...we genuinely-"

"You're lying. I bet Red thinks I'm a real sack of shit. I mean..how could he NOT?!! I almost killed him."

"Blue, that's-"

"And you, too, [y/n]!! I was LAUGHING in both of your faces! Swinging a fucking knife around!! How the hell do you not think of me as a monster to stay away from?!!"

"You're not a monster-"

"YES I AM!!" He was beginning to scream, putting a greater strain on his vocal cords. But he didn't seem to care. "You should've just told them all the truth! That what I tried to do was worse than ANYTHING Team Rocket ever did!! But no...you wanted to protect my sorry ass so I didn't get my feelings hurt."

"We both know that's not true at all. Blue..why can't you understand that-?"

"NO!! Why can't YOU understand that I don't fucking deserve you two as friends?!!! You should hate me, you should be happy that I'm not showing my face to anyone in this town! Because everyone here would be better off-!!"

You refused to let him even finish that statement, knowing he was going to regret it later. So you did the only thing you could do to shut him up.

And that was hug him, not saying another word.

Obviously, you didn't wanna crush him too much considering he felt like skin and bones at this point, but it was just enough for him to snap out of his tirade.

You just held him closely, hoping that he'd finally realize how serious you were about wanting to be here for him.

It took a few seconds for Blue to fully process what was happening right now, although before you could even consider letting him go...you heard a sniffle, followed by a quiet whimper.

He tried to silence those hints of weakness by pressing his face into your shoulder, but he ultimately failed and began sobbing, completely breaking down over everything that happened over the past month.

The incident and the isolation were already weighing heavily on him....and now he yelled at you for trying to be a caring friend.

He really didn't deserve you.

Not after all he's put you through.

"I-I'm sorry...I...I shouldn't have..d-done that.." His arms wrapped around you tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.."

"It's alright, I know you didn't mean it." You soothed, rubbing a hand up and down his back. His cries became more gut-wrenching by the second, proving how badly he needed this right now. "You've been hurt, too...and we should have realized that from the start. From the moment Raticate passed, we should've been there for you more. And I'm sorry that we weren't."

"Y-You were there for me! You've always been there.." He choked out, squeezing you tighter. "I-I was being s-stupid...and selfish, and....and I hurt you both!"

"Red and I both forgive you, okay? Nothing's ever gonna change that."

"...r-really?"

"Yes...like it or not you're still our friend, Blue, and we'll never stop caring."

Both of you sat there for a little while longer, with you saying nothing but comforting things to Blue and keeping him close, while his sobs gradually softened as the seconds passed.

You let him cry for as long as he needed to, even if he ran himself dry. You should've done this much sooner, but now you're here and he knew you weren't abandoning him.

Eventually he calmed down enough to let you go, although his gaze went to his lap, embarrassment over his meltdown slowly creeping in.

You smiled a little, taking your hand off his back. "You feel any better?"

"...b-besides feeling like a total loser crybaby? Yeah." He kept sniffling, wiping his face clean of any remaining tears or snot before he looked back up at you. "I guess I really needed that...thanks, [y/n]."

"Of course, it's what friends do." You stood up, taking another look around the bedroom and sighing. "You know? I also think you need sunlight..it's like a damn Zubat cave in here. Let's take a walk."

Normally, he'd have some sort of snarky comeback. But he was too emotionally burnt out to make up anything, as he instead nodded silently and followed you out his bedroom.

Together you walked outside, taking in the crisp winter air.

Blue didn't realize how much he needed this until he took a few deeps breaths, gradually calming himself down even more. But when he began shivering a little, you took notice and dug your scarf out of your bag.

No way were you gonna allow him to catch a cold. Not after he's isolated himself for so long and was only now getting some fresh air.

You wrapped the scarf around him, smiling at the way he clutched it and dug his red nose into the fabric, mumbling a thanks.

All you did was nod in return, putting an arm around his shoulders as you both headed down the sidewalk together, not going anywhere in particular.

Fortunately there were very few people out on the streets, so nobody stopped to bother either of you.

Surviving whatever happened on Mt. Silver that day made you, him, and Red out to be some kind of "celebrities", especially with folks pondering what "mystery Pokémon" attacked the former champion, his rival, and you.

But none of them would ever know the real story.

They simply couldn't.

For it's a secret you three will take to your graves.

#clanask #anonymous #pokepasta x reader #blue tears #blue tears x reader #creepypasta x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #platonic

[fluffyhare]

Hey friend!

Maybe this has been asked before, but was Avery inspired by anyone? ( ·ิϖ·ิ)

I don't think anyone has ever asked me this on this blog! Honestly, I've tried many times to nail down exactly what inspired Avery, but... I never can, not completely.

This is going to get long, I'm sorry.

I turned 30 last year. It wasn't in a "midlife crisis" or depressive kind of way, but I started thinking a lot about how I wanted the rest of my life to go, and what I wanted out of life that I'd never had a chance to have. I decided that there were two things I really yearned to do -- make art, and make friends. I figured a good place to start dipping my toes in would be Tumblr, since I'd used it in the past and I knew there would be a lot of art here to inspire me. And I was inspired... massively. Especially after I started actually drawing, myself. I started getting more ideas at once than I'd ever had in my life, and it triggered a bout of insomnia I am still dealing with now, almost six months later.

The first time I can remember thinking about Avery was during one such sleepless night, desperately trying to coax myself to sleep. Laying in the dark, I'd close my eyes and imagine leaving my body, floating above my apartment complex. I'd wander around like a ghost, exploring places I'd seen, but which are normally inaccessible... private roads, fenced estates, etc. I'd imagine sitting on the edge of a skyscraper, watching the city move beneath me, imagining what people were doing, why they were up so late, etc.

I imagined this many nights... It became a pet fantasy. When I was a kid, I read a book called Billy the Bird by Dick King-Smith, maybe that's where I got the idea... I don't know. Along with the insomnia were vicious bouts of nostalgia, too, so... It's possible.

But, anyway... I'd get lonely.

I wanted someone to talk to, so I imagined someone sitting with me. Someone who could only come out at night, for fear of being seen. Someone for whom sitting on the edge of a skyscraper was no concern, and who could catch me if I fell. I imagined he was soft, gentle... a good listener, maybe even a bit shy. I imagined he was an intellectual, capable of being quite serious, but never dour. He was quick with a smile, and it was easy to make him laugh.

In some respects, I suppose, he was inspired by a friend of mine, who died many years ago. In most ways, he wasn't like Avery at all -- he was extremely blue-collar, the exact opposite of an intellectual, and very outgoing. He was not refined in any way, and could even be quite reckless, at times. But, he had a unique, gentle, innocent sort of kindness that I've found to be exceedingly rare. To know him was to love him, really; he was a hard worker and a fierce friend, someone who wanted nothing more than to love and be loved. My relationship with him and the way his passing affected me touches everything I make and everything I do, intentional or not.

When I was building Avery's character, I was very fascinated by object heads at the time (particularly Prince Robot from Saga), and I was also seeing a lot art for "doctor/scientist" type characters. Despite never playing the game, I liked TF2 fanart, especially of Medic. I thought about other characters I'd fixated on, too, and what exactly I liked about them... Milo Thatch from Atlantis, Data from Star Trek, John from Homestuck, Sans from Undertale, Stanley and the Narrator from The Stanley Parable, Pokemon professors both Oak and Elm, Nightcrawler from X-Men, Wilson from House, Dr. Bashir from DS9... The list goes on, really.

I know this is kind of a non-answer, and I'm sorry about that. It isn't really a clear answer for me, either. All I can really say for sure is this: Avery is the embodiment of everyone and everything I've ever loved, as well as the reflection of my own self-love. Relatively speaking, we just met, but I feel like he's been here the whole time. I've made so many wonderful friends because of him, too! Can't say what the exact moment was, only that now that he's here, I can't imagine life without him. 💙

[battlelegendsredandblue]

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[An article dated 1996. The exact date is smudged. The title reads: Youngest Champions in Kanto history go head to head!

It seems to be mostly about their battle, with a lot of detail, but there seems to be a mini interview with Red at the end. It’s… really mini.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

“Twenty.”

Do you think you’re ready for the Champion position?

“Yes. I like battling.”

How did you defeat Team Rocket all on your own?

“Not on my own. With my Pokémon.”

How come you’re so quiet?

Red didn’t answer this question. Though it should be noted he mumbled something about ‘not to Copycat.’

Did you feel bad about fighting for the position?

“No. We’re friends. Rivals.”

Anything you’d like to say to our audience?

“Hi Blue. Hi Professor Oak. Hi Mom. Hi Dad. Bye.”]

#pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pkmn irl

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓! 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's Y/N's first day of the autumn term, but things seem bleak when she can't find her class. It's only when she meets an eccentric student, that the real tests begin...

Dark academia vibes... Sherlock in his university days... fluff!

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Y/N glanced down at the campus map and gulped at the intricate pathways painted along the frayed paper. She scanned her finger over dozens of marked buldings, but couldn't distinguish between their uniformity. With only fifteen minutes left before the start of class, Y/N was feeling anxious as she searched for the East building's location.

She took one last look at her map before tossing it into her book bag. "I guess I'll do some exploring," she muttered nervously. "I'm bound to find my class in passing, right?" Y/N clutched the strap of her bag and walked between the masses of students bustling around her.

The university held an air of drama with its faded stone walls and branching ivy. Each college building stood tall amongst sturdy oak trees and shrubs.The semester's autumn weather served as the perfect backdrop for the academic stage. A damp wind carried the scent of heather and late blooming sage.

Y/N took deep breaths as she hurried along the student walkway. Her watch read three minutes until the start of class. She ran across the university's grassplot in one last desperate attempt to find the East building, but her search was fruitless.

"Damn!" she cried out in frustration. A look at the time told her that classes had commenced, and she would miss introductions. Y/N stomped towards a bench shaded beneath a tree and sat down with a huff. A young man was seated at the opposite end of the bench, but hardly stirred from behind his book.

"There go my marks for attendance!" Y/N exclaimed, tossing her book bag to the side. The Professor would surely detract points for tardiness. She was furious at herself for being so careless, and hated the anxious ache in her chest.

"Kindly keep all further laments to yourself," said a voice, impatiently. "I much prefer silence to the grovelling of a stranger's misfortunes."

Y/N frowned and turned to face the young man sitting to her right. He was still reading his book, though it was surely him that had spoken. A black pair of reading glasses dipped neatly on the crook of his nose, and sharp, blue eyes peeked from behind them. His hair was tousled and damp from the morning drizzle, a few delicate curls still plastered against his forehead. He wore crisp, toned garments, and had a simple tie hanging loosely from his neck. He was charming, and for a moment, Y/N forgot to answer back to his crude remarks.

The young man touched his index finger to the tip of his tongue and flipped a page of his book. His eyes never left the text.  "You're staring," he mused.

Y/N coughed guiltily, and sat up straight. "Listen," she said. "I've had a rough morning, so I really don't have the patience to deal with your hostility. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but please leave me alone."

The young man scowled and removed his eye glasses before turning to Y/N. "Leave you alone? If I recall correctly, it was you who sat on my bench!"

"I didn't realize that you owned a portion of the university's public seating," Y/N scoffed. "Fine, have it your way. Keep the bench!" She snatched her book bag and stood up, upset by the morning's turn of events.

She had only taken a few steps when she heard the student sigh behind her. "Forgive me," he said. "It wasn't my intention to upset you further. Getting lost on campus and missing your first class of the autumn term is bad enough without my nagging. Don't take it personally, I find most people irritating, so it really wasn't an attack on your character, specifically."

Y/N stopped in her tracks. She looked back at the young man on the bench. "Excuse me?" she asked in wonder.

He furrowed his brows, annoyed. "Didn't you hear what I said? I hate repeating myself, so if it's another apology that you're searching for-"

"No, of course not," she cut in. "I just don't understand how you know so much about my situation." She raised a brow. "Have you been spying on me?"

The student gaped. "How curious," he muttered. "This university is an institution founded on the principles of intellect and critical reflection, yet everyone in attendance refuses to use their brain. To answer your question, I've only just met you, so surveillance can be discounted. I don't know these things about you so much as I've observed them. It's simple, really."

Y/N walked back to the bench and took a seat. All thoughts of missing class had vanished as the young stranger captured her attention. "Tell me how you did it," she asked eagerly. She extended a hand and smiled. "My name is Y/N by the way."

He stared at the gesture curiously before leaning forwards to shake. He puffed with pride at Y/N's sudden interest in his deductions and granted her a hesitant half smile. "Sherlock," he said. "The name is Sherlock Holmes."

He shifted his legs awkwardly as Y/N stared at him expectantly. "Most people are put off by my observations," he said.

"Does that make me special?"

Sherlock grinned. "According to the other students I've had the displeasure of conversing with, that would make you a freak. Welcome to the club." 

"Oh, I understand!" Y/N laughed. "You're the campus outcast, aren't you? The odd one out, always a step ahead of the herd?"

He pressed his lips together, amused. "In a manner of speaking, yes."

"So tell me, Sherlock. Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I'm expected to be, that's true. But I'm busy at the moment."

"Busy? Doing what?"

He quirked a brow. "Do you really want to know?"

Y/N met his gaze. She wanted to feign disinterest, but her curiosity betrayed her. Sherlock Holmes was an enigma, and she was fascinated by his subtle charm.

She leaned in close and whispered, "I really want to know."

Sherlock grinned. "Walk with me?" He stood up and gestured for Y/N to follow. As she was collecting her books, he turned to her. "If you're still looking for your Philosophy class, that's its building just up ahead," he said, gesturing towards an old stone tower. "We wouldn't want your professor to dock marks now, would we?"

Y/N stared up at it. Suddenly, class seemed so far away. She glanced at Sherlock waiting just a few steps away. He studied her carefully, his hands tucked into his pockets.

She considered leaving him, and attending class like she was supposed to, when a thought crossed her mind...

She had never told him that she was searching for a philosophy class, specifically.

Y/N took a breath and joined Sherlock on the walkway. "I think class can wait, just this once," she told him, hiding a smile.

"Very well," he said cooly. Y/N could tell he was pleased, but was holding back.

"So," she said. "You were going to tell me about yourself?"

Sherlock straightened his coat. "Ah yes, that's right." He turned to her and quirked his brows.

"Tell me, how do you feel about solving mysteries?"

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Yoohoo!! Read Dear Jealousy!

This fic was inspired by my first day on campus *cries*

NOT SO FUN STORY: I just finished my second year of uni, but have been taking online classes since 2020 - SINCE HIGHSCHOOL - so had never stepped foot on campus. Well, when the day finally came to ACTUALLY attend class, I WAS SCARED. My brother went to the same uni a few years back, so he walked me to my room #. I remember he hugged me at the door and told me good luck, but I just wouldn't let go. I was so nervous that I was down for a forever hug, until he was like "dude, it'll be okay..." Anyway, it wasn't so bad, soooo yay!!! The real pain was finding the meet-up spot for my brother to drive me back home. I got lost for a solid 40ish minutes. It totally sucked. I ended up following a bunch of honey bee Advertisements back to the car...

Yeah so, getting lost on campus is the worst experience... Okay, laters!!! xxx

If you’d like to be tagged in any future Sherlock fics, just tell me in the comments! (and if you’d rather not be tagged in ALL Sherlock fics, please specify; EX: Reader x Sherlock, Reader x John Watson...)

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[jils-things]

NEW COLOR PALLET TRIO INFODUMP AAUGH‼️‼️(art by nero mwamwa)

OKAY im genuinely gonna take huge insp off the movie because it just matches so well and it bridges missing concepts i needed for their lore AUGH OKAY so

• i'm reclaiming the idea that red gave jaide a torchic and named it chuy (it was named kaia but its CHUY NOW!!!) while i unfortunately cannot answer how did red acquire a torchic it's totally meant for her (maybe through trading with a hoenn local that happened to be in kanto at the time)

• before jaide left for johto, red and blue invited her to the safari zone in fuchsia city because they miss her and they want her to experience what it's like to catch pkmn (despite the pikachu incident that occured before) this allowed jaide to discover her talent - she's really good at catching pkmn, even better than both boys combined.

• so when she was prepared to leave kanto, she would at least have this newfound passion to try to capture, and her target is the johtonian pkmn. she's thankful they helped her find something special about herself. her parting words was hoping that she'd meet them and they'd become fully fledged trainers they aim to be

• skipping past the gen 3 to gen 6 events, we land on the gen 7 timeline, they're all adults now. blue is viridian city's gym leader,

jaide is professor oak and elm's designated professional catcher,

and red is the mysterious living legend and champion who later opened up to the public again thanks to blue.

• meanwhile - thanks to kukui, alola has been creating their own championship league which meant that it's still new. i like to think that the battle tree was also created at the same time and he needed "bosses" to facilitate the battle tree.

• kukui invites red and blue to become the battle tree bosses, to which red and blue agrees with. it's gonna have some sort of grand opening and this brings attention to people from the other regions to want to visit alola. i like to think bringing blue and red was a celebrity bait in some way, especially for red who's popular despite not showing his face around.

• at that same time, professor oak has a new job for jaide which was to capture all alolan regional forms of certain pkmn - she was given the funds to help her go travel to alola. blue would know about this and he tells her to come visit the battle tree because he and red will be there as well. (AHEM AHEM LIKE HOW MANOLO IS GONNA HAVE HIS FIRST BULLFIGHT AND IT COINCIDES WITH THE DAY MARIA RETURNS FROM SPAIN AND AND AND--

• ahem anyways, blue is very excited about this! because red and jaide havent exactly met up with each other properly (they were only able to say hi to each other through blue's contacts since blue and jaide consistently talking to each other throughout the years) (just imagine a funny zoom call where red and blue are in the same room and jaide is on the other side)

• red's ... quite nervous and excited about this! he's still getting used to the public attention and usually loses his mojo when he's being watched, and it's double the pressure when she's around. he can only pray he'll do fine at the battle tree if she's gonna watch him.

• a fun cameo happens with elio/selene where they solo red in the battle tree and blue watches them - jaide eventually appears as well to watch and they're both cheering for red 🫶

• red almost lost that round because jaide showed up and he kept taking chances to look at her

• after the grand opening, they were officially reunited and it felt so good to meet each other again. well, blue with jaide and red felt like nothing since he was simultaneously in contact with them. he's like the messenger between the apples 😔😔

• i like to think red really has never fallen off of liking jaide since he was a kid but it only got stronger when they meet again and it's like an old book had been dusted clean and ready to be opened

• and appleshipping pre romance begins shortly after wehehehhe

#IM SOOO PROUD #i GOT THIS SHIT FIGURED OUT FINALLY!!!!!! #now time for the actual romance plot (static sounds) shit idk how to write that AAAUHHH #~ rambling #~ loreposting #color pallet trio #♥️ appleshipping

[marxthedumdum]

just thought of this out of nowhere so i bestow upon ye headcanons of whatever state this blog's steven is in (a shapeshifter and basically a human(oid)-monster at this point) and a sick daisy

(totally not partly inspired by @//theoveralleye's dragon mike and sick y/n thingy) ❀ for when daisy got sick in the first place, i think she could be handling new pokemon with/for prof oak (can be from johto since GSC is a thing but think of whatever 'mon you want) and the pokemon starts misbehaving like they almost always do with the old professor in the anime ❀ maybe daisy got poison powdered by a budew (not toxic, in that case she'll just fucking die because it gradually gets worse), stun spored by a foongus, shroomish's effect spore shenanigans and so on, just something thats NOT lethal ❀ the usual items, inconveniently, can only work on pokemon and not humans, whoops ❀ (pretend berries dont exist, or imagine it isnt as effective on people and it only relieves the pain a bit) ❀ anyways, daisy is now bed-ridden, with blue being told to take care of her for the time being until shes fine again ❀ because of this, steven will soon enough notice daisy is no longer visiting him and would rush his way to the oaks' home ❀ stevy literally climbs on the house's wall like a spider and sees daisy laying on the bed face-buried into the pillow coughing and sneezing through a window in her room and LOUDLY pokes on the window to hopefully catch daisys attention and ask her "whats wrong? :(" ❀ if daisy doesnt answer? steven is going to come in (transforming into a ghost (type pokemon) and phase through the walls or missingno bullshits) and check on her. if she does answer? hes still doing the same thing anyway lol ❀ "hey daisy are you okay? are you tired? are you sick?" and blah blah blah hes VERY worried and will ask MANY questions as he nudges her ❀ he tries to help daisy get better to the best of his ability: lay beside daisy as a charizard for warmth, become an ice type (like, a smol lapras) and be her ice pack and yeah,,, ❀ he DEFINITELY gives daisy his jacket as an 'extra layer of blanket' ❀ ofc he gets off daisy and hides somewhere in her room whenever blue returns and gets back on her when blue leaves ❀ if daisy ever needs anything like food or something to pass her time like comic books and asks stevy, he will go out of his way to steal t- i mean- okay yeah he totally steals ❀ ran out of brain juice srry yall 😔😔😔

#pokepasta #strangled red #strangled red steven #hypnos lullaby #crimsonoak #crimsonoak shipping #headcanon

[zedpercyfan]

PS Week Day 1 - Scuba Diving (Free Day)

What’s up, dudes, dudettes, and others.  I’ve been busy with college but here’s Day One of Pokeshipping Wekk while I work on the others for ya.

Seaside Fumbles

           MISTY WATERFLOWER blinked and did a doubletake. She wasn’t sure if she had heard correctly.  “Could you, um, say that again, Ash?”

           The black-haired Trainer raised an eyebrow and gave a silent snort.  “I said, ‘would you like to accompany me on an expedition to see a Dhelmise in a wrecked ghost ship outside of Cianwood City?’ and then you went silent on me.”

           “Ah, okay. Just wanted to make sure I was hearing correctly,” replied Misty.  “But why me?”

           “For a start, Goh decided he wanted to go looking for Tauri instead of helping me with this, and-” he gave her a tiny smirk, “I figured that we’d need the greatest Water-type Trainer to assist us on such a dangerous adventure.”

           The Ceruluean Gym Leader felt her heart skip a beat, but she suppressed her emotions and smirked right back.  “Aww, isn’t that sweet?  Finally admitting to what I really am, huh?”

           But Misty was wrong.  “Well, that was my plan,” explained Ash.  “But Wallace was occupied with the Hoenn League, so I just decided to ask the next best Trainer I know.”

           “Ash Ketchum, you dirty little liar-”

           “Kidding, kidding. I’m kiddin’, Mist!” laughed Ash as he waved his hand at her through the screen.  Misty fumed with rage.

           “Go jump off a cliff…”

           “So, you want to come or nah?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’d like to go.  When is it?”

           “About a week from now.  I’ll send you the finer details by email.  Anyway, I have to get going.  I’ll see you at Goldenrod harbor if we can’t call again, oh, and I was still going to call you regardless, I wasn’t going to ask Wallace, okay bye.” And before Misty could answer his sudden incoherent speech, Ash had already hung up.

           “Huh,” was all that came out of the girl’s mouth for a minute.  Ash’s call had really come out of nowhere.  She’d heard recently that he’d become a research assistant at the request of Professor Cerise, a prodigy of Professor Oak’s. Getting called out to help with some research had been very surprising.

           “Still,” she said quietly as she yawned and headed off to get herself some dinner, “even if it’s just to go see some Pokémon, it’s nice that we can spend some time together.”

OoOoO

           Time passed quickly.  Misty’s excitement grew and grew.  The thought of seeing a Pokémon rare to the continent was an enticing prospect.  She wondered how well the Alolan Pokémon was adapting to its new climate or if there were any more nonnative Pokémon species aboard the ship.  That was all well and good, but seeing Ash was a reward enough – not that she’d tell him. They met at the port as arranged and were soon out at sea.

           “Ah, this must be the place,” said Ash and Misty together as the boat slowed down and they dropped anchor.

           “Right,” said research assistant Chrysa.  “We’ll go down with the submersible and use that to check inside the ship.  If you two can monitor things from the outside, that’d be a huge help, and in case things go up sticks with Dhelmise.”

           “No trouble,” Ash declared.  “I choose you, Dracovish!”

           “Go my blue sweetheart, Gyarados!”

           Ash and Misty took the lead and swam alongside the submersible to the ship. It was large and very much in a sorry state, taken back by nature.  Beautiful yet ominous and rife with tension.

           “Careful,” Chrysa advised over the two-way radios they had attached to their goggles. “We can’t risk causing any instability with the ship, let alone angering Dhelmise.  Let the sub in and stand by.  Over.”

           “Roger that,” said Misty.  “Standing by. Over.”

           “Looks like it’s just you and me then, Mist,” said Ash as he pushed the sub toward the hole in the ship before swimming back her.

           “Dracovish, Draco?”

           “Sorry, buddy.  We’re just here to make sure things go right.  You might not see any battling today.

           Both Gyarados and Dracovish seemed discouraged by that.  Misty decided to offer up a different perspective.  “Hey, it’s better that things go right instead of wrong, yeah?”  The two Pokémon didn’t argue but were still feeling down.

           “I know, why don’t we say hello to the native Pokémon?”  That cheered them.  Misty sighed inwardly; it was always nice how Ash could quickly come up with ways to appeal to Pokémon.

           They went off, greeting schools of Goldeen and the traveling Tentacools.

           Suddenly there was a commotion from the ship.  First a shockwave that felt like an earthquake, followed by a burst from the hole where Ash had let the submersible inside.

           “Ash?  Misty?” said Chrysa frantically.  “There’s trouble.  Dhelmise has started to attack the sub!  Please go and see what’s wrong.  Me and the others are coming to retrieve the sub.”

           Ash quickly turned and began swimming to the ghost ship.  As he approached, however, part of the hull disappeared and Dhelmise’s anchor shot out in front of him.  “Guh!  So that’s how it is…” said Ash grimly.  “Dracovish, use Ice Fang!”

           “Draco!”

           “You go too, Gyarados.  Crunch!” Both Pokémon went in but then dozens upon dozens of other Water-types like Tentacools and Seels shot out from both in and out of the ship.  “I guess this must be their home!  They must not want us disturbing them!”

           “It’s not like we mean them any harm!”  Ash swam quickly out of the way as he said that.  “Dracovish, come back!”  His Pokémon came over but just then Dhelmise roared from within and more Pokémon emerged from the rocks.  “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me…”

           “Gyarados, Hurricane!” yelled Misty as the Pokémon went for her.

           Dracovish meanwhile was taking care of the Pokémon attacking Ash and it.  Ash monitored the situation; it was luckily going in their favor.  Soon he saw the sight of Goh’s Dewgong, whom he had left at the Cerise Lab for any missions he was needed on, and sighed with relief as that meant help was coming.

           Then came some attacks, Ash got hit and as he disturbed some remains of the ship that had drifted away, he got a huge surprise!  “MAR!”

           “Wow!” yelled Ash as a Mareanie popped out at him from the rubble.

           “Mareanie!”  It lunged at Ash, hugging his face hard with its spikey tentacles and sent him into a panic. As the Mareanie let go, it had pulled the oxygen mask and goggles off.  Ash held his breathe but it went to waste when a drifting Tentacool fired a Poison Sting that shredded a small tear into his gear, piercing his skin, causing him to let all his air out.

           Misty heard a commotion, looked over, and panicked on seeing Ash’s situation. She had Gyarados clear a path and swam quickly over to Ash just as he was fumbling the mask back on.

           “Oh Mew, oh Mew,” muttered Misty as she helped him, placing the mask’s band back around his head before reattaching his goggles.

           Ash groaned oxygen flowed into his lungs.  “Ugh… Thanks, Mist.”  Just then, Chrysa and the other hired hands arrived on the scene, summoning their own Pokémon to help with the situation.

           “You have to get back to the ship for medical aid…”

“I know.  Dracovish, look after things here, okay?”  He gave a “Draco” in agreement.  Then Ash cringed as the poison sent painful signals down his nerves. Misty gave him a gentle push up before informing Chrysa over the radio that Ash was pulling out.  With some effort he began to swim back up.  Then Misty followed him.  “What are…you… Misty, I can make it on my own.”

“I know,” she replied, watching him swim unevenly yet consistently toward the surface, “but I’m helping anyway.”

“You…don’t…have to…”

A shockwave was felt, before they heard the cry of Dhelmise as it was attacked by one of the researcher’s Pokémon.  “Come on, before things get ugly,” said Misty, before grabbing Ash around his waist and pulling him up quicker.

“I…told ya…I’m fine…”

“Poison travels up the bloodstream quicker when you move, it’s better this way.”

Ash didn’t answer, he found breathing too hard and just quietly accepted Misty’s help.  They reached the surface.  Misty pulled Ash into the boat with help from Pikachu before beginning to administer aid. She held Ash’s hand tight when he cringed from the disinfectant touching the wound.

By the time she finished, Ash was pale and breathing hard, but only from the pain.  “Jeez,” said Misty, “leave dealing with Poison-types to your Pokémon.”

“It surprised me, that’s all…”

“Just be careful next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind…when the next Beedrill hive chases me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  Misty then sat down next to Ash and just stared at him.

“I’ll be fine,” he said upon noticing her.  “You should really get back to Chrysa and the others.”

“No.  I’m staying here with you.”

“I told you, I’m fine…”

“No!”

“But didn’t you come to see Dhelmise?”

“Compared to making sure you’re okay?  You’ve just been poisoned, Ash!”

“It’s your chance though to get a good look at a rare Pokémon in the Johto region!” wheezed Ash.  “Remember all the buzz around Harrison?  Blaziken was hardly a common sight and…”

“I’m not going.”

“Are you sure?  I mean, it’s why you came along, right?”

Misty paused before muttering in a quiet voice, “I joined because of you.”

Ash faltered when he heard that.  He blinked a few times before turning his head toward her.  “Me?”

“Yeah.  I mean…I was just…y’know… Ugh…when I heard you came home from Alola and joined Professor Cerise’s lab, I thought I’d at least get a few visits from you now that you’re close by.  I was just missing you, that’s all.”

“Ah, I…I see…”

“Pikachupi…”

“Sorry.  I really must’ve messed things up then by letting this happen to me.”

“You’re one to talk.  I seem to remember you going headfirst into a lot of things and ending up injured.”

“Yeah…” said Ash with a tired smirk.  “Everyone tells me I should cut that out.”

“You should.  Think about what others want of you.  You and I barely get much time to talk and here you go putting yourself in danger.” Ash didn’t reply.  Misty sighed to herself and allowed herself to be honest. “I miss you a lot sometimes, y’know…”

“I miss you too.  You’re not alone in that feeling.  How about…when we get back to Kanto, would you like to go to a ramen place with me?”

           “You mean it?”

           “Yeah!��� he said with as much energy as he could through the poison.  “To make up for missing out on Dhelmise.”

           “His minds on Pokémon as per usual,” Misty said to the sky.

           “Mm. But…I do think of you, too,” said Ash. “Really, you’re right, we should be hanging out more.  That’s...kinda why I asked for your help, I just wanted to see you, too.” Misty didn’t reply and just stared quietly at Ash.  “So…we good to get ramen and hang out?”

           “Yes,” she said a bit too quickly, “we are.  Even though we’re technically hanging out already.”

           “Yeah, yeah, I s’pose we are.  I…I just meant, more like a…a…”

           She considered for a moment, unsure if she ought to say it, but decided to. “Date…?”

           “Yeah, that’s…more or less what I mean.”

           “Awesome.  Then…we have a date, I suppose.”  She felt her cheeks burning red but didn’t stop herself from blushing.

           “I…would’ve asked you to go for ramen afterwards anyway,” confessed Ash. “I kinda realized I was thinking of that this morning.  Just as an excuse to be with you more beyond just helping with this.”

           “Ash Ketchum…you sure have a weird way of saying you want a date.”

           The Trainer from Pallet Town just snorted and went red.  “You got a problem with that?”

           “Well…given that I’ve got a date to look forward to after this…no, not really,” replied Misty softly.

           “Awesome.”  Ash game a small smile before sighing.  “Still, I could’ve done without the poison.”

           “Yeah, that’s true,” laughed Misty.  She gently poked his shoulder.  “Now then, just you hold it together.  We’ve got a date coming soon and you better be feeling okay when it’s time – don’t fumble on me like you did back there.”

#Pokeshipping Week 2022 #pokemon #pokeshipping #fanfic #zedpercyfan #Ash Ketchum #Misty

[epicspheal]

Has anyone answered this because I keep wondering, if Trace is Prof. Oak's grandson in LGPE, then what does that make Blue??? Is he part of Team Rocket??? I don't know what that office in Evolutions was. Poor guy finally had enough of his gramps not remembering his name and praising another kid all the time before getting a whole new grandson.

Hi, there anon! So...Blue is still Professor Oak's Grandson in Let's Go. "Gramps, no one ever laughs at that joke! Would you give it a break? And besides, we’ve already met!" - Blue in Let's Go at Oak's Laboratory This is a quote where Blue tells his gramps (Professor Oak) to stop acting like he forgets Blue's name. So yeah they're still related. Trace on the other hand is not related to Oak at all. All we know of him is that he has an unnamed older sister. Blue is also not part of team rocket. He literally is working with Trace and Chase/Elaine to help take down Team Rocket for good "Anyway, the point is this: Team Rocket is a dangerous group, and they’re trying to use Pokémon to make themselves rich. I might do some digging into what it is they’re really after... And you two’d better stay out of their path!" - Blue in Let's Go on the S.S. Anne "You and me are on the same wavelength, <rival>. We can’t keep letting Team Rocket do whatever they please!" - Blue in Let's Go in Silph Co Finally, the scene we see in Evolutions with him in the office was actually the Viridian City gym. Blue hasn't remodeled it yet from when Giovanni was the leader. Here's proof of that "Yo, <player>! Since I’ve become the Gym Leader here, the Viridian City Gym has really stepped it up! It’s made each day pretty busy, though! By the way... what do you think of this Gym’s design? It makes me look like some kinda bad guy, right? I’ve been thinking of remodeling the place. Well, it doesn’t matter all that much, I guess. No matter the place, I’m still the best there is! All right! It’s been a while since I’ve gone all out. So I’ll show you the strength of a top Trainer!" -Blue in Let's Go in the Viridian Gym before the first rematch

#trainer blue #professor oak #blue oak #rival trace #green oak #trainer green #pokemon let's go #ask epic spheal

[heckyeahponyscans]

You're opinion's a good opinion for gen 5. People do like to cling to certain parts of the game, and while I ultimately really enjoyed gen 5, though i'll admit there are some problems.

(I believe the entire thing with the villain team is that it was acting as a pretty good metaphor for the Gun Debate America still has. Which I won't go into details because, politics and potentially triggering topics. But I just wanted to be clear that this was likely one of the inspirations for its plot)

Some of the concepts the game presented were also kind of dark, like raising someone specifically to be used. other games certainly do these topics more justice sometimes, but for pokemon it at least was a bit of effort compared to 'I couldn't find rotom one day, time to erase the concept of emotions'.

It was also kind of nice to basically have a bunch of new pokemon throughout the game, though slightly disappointing with how many of them were just 'what if it was this old pokemon, but reskinned'. A concept that worked out a lot better for regional variants.

I really don't think they meant it to be a metaphor for guns. If it were about guns, the Bad Guy argument would be "Pokemon are too dangerous for people to have." But their actual argument is "Pokemon are unhappy with people." So imo Pokemon are intended to be a stand-in for real animals.

The bad guy team gets compared to PETA a lot, and my guess is they are literally stand-ins for PETA / animal rights activists, who complained a lot about Pokemon (which they said encouraged dog-fighting / cock-fighting.)

So, this is one of the things that makes the game's story so weak imo. Because PETA is influential enough to get into the news for doing a cRaZy stunt once in a while, like an offensive billboard, but no one take them seriously. So like. Way to take a stand against a group that everyone already knows is crazy. Maybe they thought PETA was a major force in the US? (It ain't.)

It's also weird because Pokemon games usually emphasize how Pokemon can be treated cruelly and should be treated kindly. At the end of the first game, Professor Oak tells your rival he lost because "he forgot to treat his Pokemon with trust and love."

So then we have this game. Where people like Blue / Gary just don't exist I guess.

Narratively speaking it would be stronger to have the protagonist run into examples where everyday people WERE treating their Pokemon badly. Like what if the one rival, Cheren, got too focused on winning (like Paul from the anime) and treated his team coldly when they lost. And what if the other rival, Bianca, spoiled her Pokemon and fed them a bunch of food that isn't good for them so they got sick.

And then the protagonist / player could question "OMG, is the evil team right?? Do people just make their Pokemon miserable?". But then their rivals could have character arcs where they shape up and become better people, and their Pokemon become happy. Thus showing that people CAN create a happy partnership with their Pokemon, but it takes knowledge and empathy.

Instead the game is like "Of course EVERYONE treats their Pokemon with trust and love. Ha ha! Don't question it. :) Look around, do you see anyone abusing their Pokemon? No. :)"

It's so shallow. It's not an exploration of a topic. The game just mentions it and then repeatedly tells you that it knows the one, true answer, which is "don't listen to the strawman". Wow. Compelling.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Black and White

[lepoppeta]

Favorite rival, favorite legendary, favorite battle, and favorite Pokémon! (Also may I just say, excellent blog background of the BEST Pokémon type 😌)

Why THANK you ~ I have a few other Ghost types I'd love to try one day, but the day I was re-creating my theme Gengar was heavily on my mind.

Favourite Rival?

Hmm... it's a hard tossup between Hau, Bede, and Gary/Blue. Hau is just a delight, as well as being a genuine challenge sometimes. Bede is a complete stuffy brat and it's great -- I'm so glad the narrative of SWSH doesn't get rid of his original personality.

Gary/Blue is really interesting because you can read him as either being a genuine friend and rival to the player or a competitive asshole. I feel really bad for him though, since Professor Oak gives the player so much more attention...

Favourite Legendary?

I don't think I have a set favourite, but I have a couple I really like! Obviously theres Rayquaza, my first-ever legendary from Emerald. I'm also really partial to Raikou.

(I'm not counting Mythicals for this question -- it's not like I've used any of them, anyway!)

Favourite Battle?

Erm... I'm not really sure what this means? But... I really like the first League battle against Raihan in SWSH. Raihan's really well-designed and animated... his shots are so cinematic... I love his sharp teeth... o///o

Favourite Pokemon?

Ahhh, I don't have one! I can't pick, and I have so many deciding factors for favourites TwT. I have an aesthetic that I prefer when it comes to Pokemon, but even then I have several Pokemon that I enjoy that don't fit into that at all. Difficult evolutions frustrate me, especially trade evolutions (although not as much anymore), but I'll still make exceptions if I find the Pokemon in question to be really fun to use.

I have Pokemon that I like due to nostalgia but I feel awfully guilty about that sometimes because I feel like I'm betraying older 'mons when I start liking different things. I know they're just pixels on a screen, but Pokemon is one of the few games that's actually good at suspending my disbelief, so I get a bit more wrapped up in it than I would otherwise...

Sorry, I know that's not the answer you want! But I can't really give you one. TwT

#answered ask #ask game #pokemon

[a-tale-of-legends]

I was gonna write something based on @epicspheal 's opinions about Professor! Blue. It was mostly between Beryl and Blue, Beryl being the person Blue goes to vent to ( Beryl just have that aura), bascically discussing the confusion topic of " I don't want to be a professor, but I'm also really good and passionate about the stuff involved in it???? My grandfather and his legacy isn't helping". And Beryl's whole response was " A) get some therapy, there's a lot to unpack here that I can't really do and B) my guy, it's okay to like to content of the thing but not wanting to be it. Your not Samuel Oak, your Blue and you can use your passion and place it somewhere else. You don't have to be a Pokemon Professor,".

The main reason I didn't write this little story down was cause I did not like the way I was writing it lol. But yeah, that post just got me thinking abt how despite knowing he doesn't want to be like his gramps but he clearly loves the work that he does. It's kinda like " what if I'm don't want to be a professor because of the connection it has to my gramps, and I really do want to be a professor but in denial", which, by the way, is a very valid concern. Something that Beryl don't have the answer to. There's also some bits of Blue not opening up to Red, Green and Daisy, since he " don't want to drag them into his shit", going off how his relationship with them ( mainly Red and Green) was kinda stained because of his actions when he was a kid.

Again, I didn't write it fully cause I hated how it was written. Maybe another day, but I thought I'd at least share my thoughts.

#r rambles #oc: beryl jewel

[badmusejail]

You sure fell far from the tree!” Professor Oak and his grandchildren. Gio and Silver

Alternatively, send “You sure fell far from the tree!” to see a difference between my muse and their parent(s)

This isn’t a particularly easy question for me to answer as I tend to leave Gary/Blue/Green/whatever the hell his name is, Daisy, and Silver relatively blank to allow for interaction with other muns.  You may notice that I mention them very little on the blog.  

But I suppose I can answer based on the little bit there is of them in canon.  

I think it’s easy to say that there’s not much similar between Oak and his grandchildren (and actually, since we were just talking about foils:  The drastic differences between Oak and Gary vs the strong similarities between Giovanni and Silver).

Gary is bold and aggressive; sarcastic, which are traits that Oak never really had even throughout his teenage years.  Oak has always been demure, polite, and respectful.  Then, Daisy is stated to be extremely good with Pokémon, while it’s a running gag that Oak has... difficulty with them.

Just as I mentioned above, finding a difference between Giovanni and Silver is a bit difficult, as really, much to the boy’s chagrin, Silver and Giovanni share a lot in common.  You could say something obvious like the fact that Silver refuses to join Team Rocket and wants to destroy the organization (but even that Giovanni shares to an extent) but anything further than that usually delves into personal interpretation of Silver.  The few times I’ve written Silver myself, though, he does desire a connection to his family to some degree, which is a desire that Giovanni never had for his own family and fails to understand in Silver.  

#|| ANSWER | message in a bottle. #Anonymous #|| GIOVANNI | the bad boss. #|| OAK | the scheming scientist. #|| GIOVANNI | HEADCANON | stubborn as the earth with goals as lofty as the sky. #|| OAK | HEADCANON | silver fox silver knife.

[gaycey-sketchit]

(Gary anon) People finding an excuse to hate characters? A tale as old as time, unfortunately. Those these days, it feels like there's always morality and dangerous cases of policing attached to it. (Couldn't tell ya, honestly. Forums aren't immune to this, but there's a difference between those and upfront sites like Twitter and Youtube, where you're dodging landmines every week against your will. And that fact you directly message creators and directors? Ignoring works, but only so much)

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(Part 2) (when death threats are being thrown in droves) A break and some time to enjoy other things in the meanwhile (Mhm, the thing I remember distinctly is Oak being the one that gave Blue [and his sister] their pendant; which actually saves Blue at one point. Also has a picture of his granddad inside. And Oak being rescued by his grandkid a few times and playing an authoritative role sometimes) Keeping his starter a secret was fine, there was a fun mystery to it.

(Part3) Problem was that they practically kept everything ELSE about Gary a secret too. So you're left with more questions surrounding him than answers; no matter how strong a presence his character was. (And Tyranitar redemption) As said, I'm not going hold my breath on it and need to see how the PWC and Project Mew are handled first before properly speculating on how Journeys ends. But I am 75% certain Ash will have something post-PWC that determines his next step.

(Part 4) (We know it's at least either Mega or Z-move for Leon. If it's Pika-Z there, it's looking like G-max Gengar for Steven. Especially when it just had a training episode) Cynthia, the only thing I'm sure on is Dragonite being the final to make up for losing to Paul. (Generally curious how they'll react to the Twerp potentially ending up the strongest trainer in the world. They've always been secret supporters)

Yeah, and unfortunately it's hard not to think people grasping for any reason to hate on a perfectly fine character comes from some kind of prejudice, considering the kinds of characters that tends to happen with (when it's not related to shipping, but that tends to fall into misogyny pretty often too). Which makes it interesting that sometimes people will try to come up with "moral" reasons to justify it, like reading a character's actions in the most bad-faith way possible. (Leon as an example, gets painted as a bad brother with surprising frequency despite how clearly he loves and cares about Hop?)

Yeah, it's really hard to say why people who are connected by their interest in a piece of media so wholesome can be so cruel. It happened with the Undertale fandom too, I remember--Undertale being a game where one of the major themes is how powerful kindness can be, yet. For a while its fanbase was notoriously toxic (and also super transphobic, pretty sure people are still misgendering the nonbinary characters to this day).

Back when the fandom was obsessively hating on SwSh I remember getting called a shill for... saying harassing the developers and whatever poor soul runs the Pokemon Twitter is not okay. In hindsight I wish I could laugh about how petty and childish grown adults were about the Dexit thing, but prioritizing a game over the well-being of real people is kind of a horrifying sense of priorities.

But uh. Putting that really unfortunate topic aside. Yeah, the break for Pokeani is for the best. Giving us all some time to settle down and focus on other things.

Oh, I remember that! Blue took a razor wind to the chest and it probably would've killed or at least seriously injured him were it not for that. Thank goodness for Adventures Oak's forethought. (And now I've grabbed and started flipping through my copy of volume 3 and been reminded the scene where Blue finds where Professor Oak is tied up and rescues him is so sweet? Blue's so concerned and with how cool and aloof Adventures Blue usually acts, it's adorable.)

(But I will read my manga later when I'm not in the middle of responding to messages.)

Yeah, waiting until the right time for a big reveal of Gary's starter was fine (and interestingly in hindsight, it was subtly hinted at by him making his second appearance very briefly (read: he opened a door in Ash's face and walked off without a word) in the Squirtle episode, which was a clever bit of foreshadowing on the writers' part) but uh. They kept so much about him hidden and mysterious and it's hard to say why.

Yes, and Tyranitar redemption!

Yeah, I guess at this point only time will tell how that plays out.

Should be interesting to see how all that goes! Exciting stuff!

Yeah, it'll be great to see how the TRio reacts to that! They usually end up rooting for him during these things.

#Andrew answers #Gary anon

[alolanrain]

I have never realised how much I want to red a story with ash making a rant like that until now. It's so beautiful but what happens after?

The, live, interview gets shut down immediately because this is a Big Thing that shouldn’t really be put to the public but it is now.

Lance drags both Ash and Red back to the castle and sits their ass down and telling them that they can’t leave until the others come. By other Lance means their mom and the oaks. They arrive shortly and Lance just makes them watch the interview that a ton of people recorded and which is pretty much breaking the internet and all social platforms right now.

Lance is pretty angry with himself because he should have picked up on it or pushed Ash about his hatred for Red, braving through the tantrum and angry burst if it means he got a better hold in this situation. They come into the conference to see both Red and Ash yelling at each other. Screaming and belting enough that if Lance put his hands on the little window into the room he could feel it shake just the tiniest bit.

Ash is down right near sobbing ag this point and gasping for breath between his cry’s and yells. He’s hurt and the man that caused a fucking majority of his pain is sitting right in front of him and everyone thinks he should just play nice?! That Ash should be happy that Red, who he doesn’t remember or know anything besides the fact that he’s a quite and a way more smarter and more likes person then Ash is, is back and that he should just roll over and show his stomach because Red will make mom happy?! No, he’s tearing into that mother fucker and before everyone could even start to think that everyone’s okay. Ash can finally put blame to a face for most of his ruined life.

Red could only try and defend himself in front of Ash. Saying he’s sorry, because he is, that Red had ruined his childhood and beyond that. Sorry that he wasn’t there more often but he couldn’t because of his PTSD, couldn’t because Giovanni was their dad and that he couldn’t look at their house without puking.

Ash spots vile words amung the accusation that Red came back for the Towns People, for the Oaks, but not for him or his mother. For Delia who was crying and started to worship Red like he had died and became a God. Ash is unbridled fury and tears. No one has ever seen him act like this before and there’s no sign of stopping.

Delia comes bathing in much to Lance’s displeasures, because the kids need to work it out before anyone else joins in, and starts calling Ash out on not being more happy that his brother is home and how he’s ungrateful.

Ash actually turns into Delia and starts saying how can they be a family if she never loved Ash. How she can live her sons equally when she never did after Red and Giovanni left. He yells and screams how her favoritism hurt like hell, for him to know that he won’t ever be loved the same like Red will and always has been. That Ash is always a place holder and never as an actual son and brother. He’ll yell a lot of questions at her like; how can you just nearly abandoned me the moment that Red and Giovanni left? Why didn’t you tell me who Red was when I asked? How can you think of yourself as a mother when you neglected me to instead focus on Red who wasn’t even in our lives anymore? How is this fair to me? How Is it fair that I had to put up with so much verbal and mental abuse by everyone because I was never like Red? How I was wasn’t quiet enough? Or fast enough? Strong enough? Smart enough?

Lance finally bodily drags Ash out of the room kicking and screaming. Daisy and Oak go in to try and salvage and tempt to comfort Delia and Red but Gary and Green go with Ash and Lance. They were also always compared to Red during their childhood by the eldest Oak so they don’t really feel a lot of sympathy for him. Well Gary doesn’t but it was Green, along with Gold, Silver, and Blue, that dragged Red back down from the mountain. Though Green was mostly doing this as he thought that it would end the bad blood that Ash has with Red and that Delia would come out of her slump and everything could at least try and go back to the way it was before they found out that Giovanni was the leader of Team Rocket.

Lance hasn’t removed his arms from around Ash as he is still kick and screaming. Threatening Lance to let him go s he can really tear into Red and try and cause him at least a bit of pain that he caused Ash.

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[ask-intern-leaf]

So, how did you meet Red and Blue?

We’re all still insufferable, we just have Pokemon now.

#pokemon #pokemon trainer red #pokemon trainer blue #pokemon trainer leaf #pokemon intern leaf #answer #babysaur #professor oak #pidgeot

[tracksidequeen]

Professor Wolff Bad Romance

Summary: Professor Wolff keeps on giving you bad grades for no apparent reason, so you march up to his office, only to find out he has other intentions…

Warning: Professor!Toto, MaleDom/FemSub, abuse of power, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial, vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling (all the good stuff)

Words: 2.1K (worth every letter)

*****

You know you are one of his brightest students. There was never a question you didn’t know how to answer and in class Professor Wolff always seemed to be impressed by the knowledge that you shared in the lectura hall. Yet, the grades you received from Mr Wolff did not reflect your capabilities whatsoever.

After classes had ended and most of the university was empty, only a few members of staff remaining inside, you mustered up all the courage to go see Mr. Wolff and confront him about it. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached the oak wooden door, his name printed on the milky glass, and knocked on it. Without waiting for a reply you barged in, asserting your dominance and showing what you were made off. But the moment your eyes cought his you shut down..

“Professor Wolff, I need to have a word- Well, the grades- I know I am a smart women!- you have no right-.”

Incoherent sentences came from your mouth, as he looked at you with an amused face which in your stage of rage you could only interpret as arrogance.

“Do you maybe want to take a seat?”

He pointed towards the seat in front of the desk he was sitting behind and without a counterargument you sat down.

“Try again, maybe this time breath inbetween your words.”

He had this smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the power he had to put you in your place, but you were having none of it.

“I am one of your best student. I know this for a fact, and I think it is unacceptable that you give me insuffucient grades. Because I know I am better than that.”

On the inside you were heating up with aggravation, which he noticed and the corner of his mouth curled up before he stood up from his chair. Without saying a word he walked around the desk and sat on the corner, all of a sudden getting very close to you.

“Yes, you are a smart women. The smartest I have ever had in class, if I must be honest.” The approving tone of his complement made you melt on the inside.

Not for one second did he take his eyes off your face, studying your every micro-movement and then he took your chin between his fingers, making sure you were looking at him as well. His eyes shine at you, glistening in lust.

“So, miss, what do you want then?”

The soft touch of his sturdy fingers melted against your skin and you were enchanted by his beauty. Fuck. There was one thing on your mind.

“I want you.”

What went through your body the moment these words left your lips was undiscribable, confused by your own guts. But for a man who spoke so greatly, he had suddebly very few words and his cold stare made you shiver in your spine.

The sheer panic you felt, because.. did you read the room right. He walked up to you, and he initiated the touch. But then again-

“Such a dirty mouth for such a good girl.”

You felt you cheeks become peach blush and he sofly stroked his thumb over the apples over your cheeks leaving behind the serene feeling of a velvet cushion. Slowly you swollow the dry lump in your throat and you try to exclaim s series of apologies, but then his palm starts hovering above your jaw, his thumb stoking over the plumpness of your red lips.

For months now professor Wolff had kept you up at night, the things you imagined he made you do, and all you’d do for him. It wasn’t just his thick dark hair that curled at the edge and the criminally-sculpted cheekbones, nor was it that broad structure hidden underneath his favorite buttoned-down blue shirt which he religiously wore. It was his confidence, his stark charisma. Passion shimmered in his eyes when he spoke about his management experience, the startegies he wantrd us to learn and implement in our own areas of expertise.

Everytime there was a guarantee for soaked panties, but this time.. this time you were not imagining anything.

“Spread your legs, let me see you.” he demands.

The vibration of his harsh, but slick Austrian accent tremoring through your body, as you can’t come up with any form of protest, sinking into the gaze of his chocolate brown eyes. The hem of your skirt ascends as you shift on the oak chair, moist forming under your heatness on the wood, as you spread your legs for him.

With your legs on either side of the office chair he toys with the silky wetness on your lips and teasingly put the tip inside your mouth, brushing it against the warmth of your tongue.

“Now, pull your panties to your knees.”

Cold shivers run through your muscles like an electric current, making you spasm on the chair, unhidden from Toto’s satisfaction. He scoffs at your behavior, a small grin painting his chiseled stubbled jaw. You’re behaving like a virgin, all bambi eyes and trembling knees. You’re certain he finds you pathetic to the point of humor.

“Be a good girl, and I’ll fuck you like a bad one.”

Taking a deep breath, you hook your fingers onto the elastic band of your panties and slowly pull them down to your knees. The bulge in Toto’s trousers appears to be threateningly large, the outlines of his cock winking toward the desirable image staring at him. You nearly bite his fingertip as your mind sinks into momentary fantasies of how extremely large his cock is beneath those cream-colored trousers.   

Toto reaches his free hand to lift your skirt and peeks at your wet slit, his tongue flicking over his bottom lips as he finds you sleek with arousal. The wooden surface is damp with your sweat and the smooth juices of your cunt.

It makes him smile in a way that nearly makes you feel ashamed. 

“Suck,” he orders, and his fingers enter your mouth before you even choose to question it. Shoving deep to challenge your devotion to him. Your tongue laps around his long fingers, cheeks hollowing instinctively as you coat him with your saliva and hum at the sensation of having him in your mouth. 

A low growl forms in the pit of his chest, loud enough to vibrate at your reddening ears. He is impressed by how submissive you are to him, completely opposite to the way you’ve rudely barged into his office. When you woke up this morning you had every intention of showing him how little you think of him and his grades, and yet here you are, dripping on his chair under his spell.

This is a dangerous ground; you’re treading on thin ice, but there is no will power strong enough to stop you. From the moment you walked into his office, you were already his.

“Such a good girl.”

His fingers slowly slide out of your mouth, glistening with your spit in the warm lighting of his cozy office. With shallow breathing and quivering lips, your fists grip the edge of the chair while his fingers descend and disappear beneath your skirt.

A lingering gasp leaves your mouth as his fingers spread open your folds. Probing inside you as a thing to be toyed with. His fingers push and arch knuckle deep, exploring the warmth of your soaking pit and grinding in slightly to elicit pathetic little moans from your mouth. 

His thick baritone sends shivers down your spine as he leans closer to half-whisper against your ear.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this?”

Small whimpers escape from your lips in response, as Toto slips even deeper, thumb ghosting over your yearning clit, mimicking phantom circles in the air in order to torture you. Begging, you attempt to push your hips forward and grind at his fingers for more friction but you are answered with the scolding tick of his tongue.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“Professor Wol-“

A pained hiss shudders through you, as Toto’s fist closes over your hair, tugging your head back to punish your disobedience.

Deep inside where there is a sense logic in your mind you know you shouldn’t like this. However, your body tells a different tale: skin tingling, slit clenching around his fingers just from the rush of fear.

“I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy around my cock,” he growls in a husky voice, his fingers pumping you steadily, curling within you to learn each of your vocal reactions. You are spasming around him as inch by inch he seeks inside you, obsessed with desire to find that one spot that will reduce you to nothing but a boneless being.     

“Aww…” he coos at your moans, his lips perched into a mocking pout as he sees the begging in your bambi aching eyes. Holding the natural need of your body hurts, you want to cum all over him so bad, but you held on. Intensified by the hard shoves of his fingers. You’re nearly lifted from your seat by the force of his thrusts.

“You want to cum, darling?”

“Yes please, Sir!” for a moment you had the feeling you were asking, but what comes out is nothing but a humiliating whine. Aching inside, your shaking legs get drenched with sweat as his arm hair constantly strokes your inner thighs. Impassioned, he pumps into you back and forth, thrilled by the way you melt around his fingers as his tips tickle your most sacred pleats.

“You can come, sweetheart.”

For a few seconds the room goes black as pure pleasure takes the reins, railing you toward your orgasm with incredible force. Cries drain from your mouth. You’ve never had anyone deny your pleasure, not like this. The pain was harrowing yet the payoff makes you reach stars, your state of paradise was prolonged and for a moment, you felt like you float on air.

“Such a good girl for me.” Toto growls praises at you, his fingers sliding outside your contracting walls and slipping into his own mouth as he suckles on your honey. He lets out a hum, his tongue lapping over his fingertips while his eyes pierce into yours.  

Still catching on your breath, you look at your professor, his face glowing as the sunset beams through the window, coloring his criminally beautiful face in gold and amber hues. There is a murmur dancing in your heart, still not believing that this man, who you spent lonely nights pining for, is about to put himself inside you.

Grabbing you by the waist, Toto collects you with surprising ease off the chair, sitting your ass on his desk so harshly the surface slaps your naked ass. His hands press your legs apart as he moves to stand between them. You see the flames of lust burning in his eyes, as tough and authoritative as he is. Yet his lower lip still twitches with a wisp, desire weakening his roots. All because of you.

You dare to touch him, tracing the shape of his jaw, dipping your finger in the strong dimple of his cheek. Aggravated, he snaps your hand away, forcing it flat against the desk. He then grabs your nape, pulling you into a rough kiss that takes whatever control that was left to you. His tongue invades your mouth, a tinge of strong espresso tickling your senses as your mouths play with one another.

You hear the metal clasp and the brush of leather as he unbuckles his belt and your eyes immediately fall to his groin, eager to finally see him.

Fuck!

Struck, you break away from his sweet lips, gaping at the length of his thick cock. You clench your thighs around his legs, flinching just from the sight of it, intimidated and even frightened by the thought of him spreading your insides. A dry chuckle leaves his throat at your expression and his hand reaches to grasp himself, pumping his own cock and then slapping it against your cunt. He relishes the hisses and wet sounds that are produced from your pussy.

“Afraid you can’t take it, miss?”

“You’re huge.”

You chew on your lips and moan as he slides the length of his cock against your slit, smoothly, patronizingly, coating himself with your thick juices back and forth with an incubus smirk.

“You know how amazing your body is, darling?” he asks and slides just the tip of his erection inside your entrance before pulling out and stroking himself against the length of your swollen lips once again. You moan with desperation, slouching your shoulders back, frustrated for more of his touch.

You want to beg but words won’t even meet your lips.

“How much your cunt can stretch-” his words fall short as he groans once his thick cock enters your narrow slit. Inch by inch he spreads you open in an agonizing pace.

Inarticulate sounds birth in your throat as his cock pushes into your cervix, taking you raw. You are nothing but beautiful flesh throbbing furiously around his girth that fills you just right. His pulsating thickness is trapped by your quivering velvet walls.

“Shhh…” he presses a finger to his lips and then to yours as broken moans run through your mouth.

Nodding, you swallow a whimper while Toto kisses your glistening forehead as a praise and pulls back slowly, leaving nothing but the head of his shaft, creating an empty void before plunging back in, slowly to the rhythm of your gasps.

You are fucked, in every sense of the word. The large Austrian has a hold over you; your body doesn’t belong to you anymore, even your breath feels borrowed as Toto begins to pound you over his desk with primal grunts. His hands latch beneath your knees, ramming into you like a machine, yet new losing his style. Every pound edges you across the border of heaven, keeping quiet is nearly impossible and every cry that escapes you is punished by a hard thrust.

Your palms sweat on his desk as you flatten them behind you, your panties dangling from your ankles. Toto controls everything to the very last drop of your lust fucking into you, slapping your wet pussy like an angry train with passionate speed.

Toto strokes all the right spots inside you, his thickness causing a trillion little spasms from your apex.

Incoherent thoughts run through your mind; you want him to take everything, fuck you like a slut and empty his cock into you. He reaches your deepest part inside and the most insidious thoughts take over your soul as you come undone. Your body jitters with the explosion of stars, your cunt tremoring tightly around him, demanding all sweetness he has to offer you.

“I’m on the pill!”

You exclaim breathlessly, still whimpering on the strands of your climax as he twitches inside you in eager response. Toto stares at you surprised, his mouth agape as if in disbelief. He drops his gaze to where you are connected, staring at his cock sinking into you. With his fists cuffed around you he slams into you ferociously, his balls slamming against your cunt, swelling and growling with bliss until he empties all of him inside you.

“Fuck!”

Toto grunts while attempting to catch his breath. His sweaty forehead rests onto yours, his lips hovering, trembling in desperation for your mouth. You let your shaky hands cradle his face, fingertips collecting droplets of sweat and smearing it down the lines of his cheeks and stubbled jaw. The powerful man who just dominated you is nothing but a gentle giant, swaying into your soothing touch.

There is a mess on his desk as he shifts away. His thick semen spills from your cunt and you see the twisted pride in his eyes. You reach to slip your panties on, your chest beating heavily as you struggle to breathe.

“I hope you are not just doing this for your grades,” he warns as he zips his trousers back and leans against his bookcase, staring at you while you make a futile effort to fix your messy appearance. Your underwear is soaked with him and you dread the thought of walking home stained, smelling like sex.

“Excuse me?! I am not a whore...” you answer, a tinge of anger at your throat after all that had just happened. You wonder for a second if you are the only one and your heart sinks with fear, your head feeling slightly dizzy. “And you just admitted to fixing my grades so you could get me in this position-”

“I never said you are,” he interrupts with a lift of his hand, the other running over his thick wild hair. His fierce stare searches for something in your soul.

“I’d like to see you again some time, outside of office hours.”

Speechless you look at him, trying to figure out what sort of fantasy you just stumbled into. Obviously, there is not a bone in your body that wants you to refuse as you glance at the man of your dreams, offering you a suggestive grin.

Then it finally strikes you. You just entered a dirty bad romance.

“I’d like that as well, professor Wolff.”

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