#Pokémon Drabble

[mysteriouslikeness]

I don’t know how to format on tumblr but uh-

Hi I’m dumping my Drabble from Elesa fall au

For some context of This AU:

Ingo fell to Hisui , has been gon a good two years. Then elesa fell when it was trying to get Emmet, leading Emmet down a rabbit hole to try and find them both knowing now what actually happened to his brother (he assumes after Elesa got taken that way) Elesa has memories, ends up in Diamond clan. Meets Ingo by chance and he can’t remember her but thinks she’s his lover (this is Elesa x Ingo and he never actually confessed before he fell) they both rekindle that love and try and find a way back to Emmet. Unfortunately they had a little too much rekindling and now have a baby on the way so all attempts to figure out how to go back stopped (especially after Ingo got desperate and hurt himself in his desperation).

This Drabble is from my OCs perspective. Feivel is who nursed Ingo back to health and was his friend through thick and thin. He was the only one told they they are from the future. He is Calabas apprentice of sorts but mostly travels to keep supplies flowing into Pearl clan.

>>>>>>>>>>>The Unseen Stars<<<<<<<<<<

It was raining in the Feildlands, the sky was covered in a soft blanket of grey. It was a light shower but it had gone on for several hours. There was plenty of mud on his boots as the ground beneath him tried to suction him there, damp with mud from a constant traveled path. The warm air despite the rain spelled for storms, the quiet rumble of a distant anger echoed across the land, faded to a soft hush by the time it reached Jubilife village. Feivel had made it to the village safe and sound, he’d gotten rather wet, the moisture was starting to soak in deeper to the under layers of his Pearl clan attire.

The River that flowed through the village was rising and active as he passed the bridge to the houses. In years past he would find his way to the other side, welcomed by uncaring eyes or not at all. He stopped at the door and paused to pet the wet fur of his companion. “Go find someplace dry.” He whispered to the Wyrdeer. The beast let out soft huffs as her dark eyes gazed at him before turning to leave, she was a welcome help in guarding the town, the little walls that had a roof made for perfect cover for a storm. The moisture mostly slid off her fur anyways, so Feivel wasn’t too concerned about her out in the rain.

With his final goodbyes he slid open the door to the house. It was quiet, he’d missed dinner it would seem. Time was hard to tell when there was no sun or stars for guidance. The only indication of time he has was the dying embers of the hearth in the dim room. He sighed softly as he slid the door closed behind him. He took his shoes off and set his things down, dusting off some rain that was still on his garbs to let it drip away in the area before the house began.

After a moment he stepped up into the house, the soft sound of socks on wood and creaking floorboards filled the air accompanied by the pitter patter of rain on the roof. He walked past the kitchen into the bedroom, tired silver eyes met his. Ingo was holding tightly to Elesa, who was fast asleep in his arms, woken by the sound of Feivel entering. He’d become much lighter of a sleeper recently with Elesa expecting their child at any time. There was a pause of quiet acknowledgment before Ingo closed his eyes again and nuzzled his face back into Elesa’s hair. Now that Ingo knew he’d arrived he went from their room to go start the fire back up, gently giving it a log to last a short time before he too fell asleep. As quietly as he could he got the wood burning, striping off his outer layers and setting them out to dry. He sniffled softly as he sat down cross legged and watched the small flame dance, the distant thunder creeping closer.

In the morning he’d make them breakfast, check on Fujie, and buy them some more firewood… after that just process the herbs he’d gathered on the way. A simple day for a simple man. Feivel smiled a bit, he’d walked into a dark house many times before, built fires and cooked food for an uncaring man who supposedly was his father…. It had felt empty. It was nights where the darkness would consume him regardless of how bright he made the hearths fire. The brightness was never the light he needed, but a rage that burned and lashed out trying to consume, just as the darkness was. The room in his fathers house was the predator and he was the poor prey caught in the jaws of mediocrity. Lifeless. A home with no soul and only judgements. He can hear his father say in the back of his mind not to get the floor wet. The task of course was impossible, little drops had followed him through the house…. Not a peep from Ingo. He’d not said a word but with the look in his eye, the bother to check, he knew if something was wrong Ingo would have gotten up. He was acknowledged. No words needed to be spoken between the two men after all. They had held each others lives in their hands. On the mountain in the Icelands so many years ago, in youths haze of memories, he knew his father didn’t run to look for him in the snows that fell in the avalanche. He wondered if that was the weight he felt in the air when he’d gone to stay at his fathers house, the weight of the snow.

A dash of light caught Feivels attention looking at the door, a rumble soon followed. The house he was in now carried no weight. There was no darkness, angry fires or invisible snow. Just the soft bubble of anticipation. The room wasn’t dark, and the fires were gentle, Soon there would be a new life and a cry filling the air of the house. A family would say it’s first hellos to a baby. Ingo and Elesa had come a long way, and as a healer he wanted to be there for them. He shifted to lay down on the floor next to the hearth watching the fire dance and eat the log for nourishment. Waving little hellos and getting excited to find more parts to cling onto.

This house, was undeniably, a home. Full of life. Full of love. As he closed his eyes he could see Elesas smile and ingos bright eyes as he greeted them in the morning, like he’d done since they first welcomed him to stay in their house after it was built. The house was so welcoming and warm…. But he knew it wasn’t home for them. They had fallen through space and time to get here. What did their home feel like, he wondered. Did it feel like he felt with them? He knew they searched as best they could, rushing into danger trying to find a way back home…. It wasn’t till Elesa fell with child that they stopped and settled into building some life here. They Grounded themselves to a home in Jubilife. If they found a way back, would the house feel so warm? The thought left him feeling empty. Would he return to that darkness he knew all too well? He’d never thought much about his future up until recently. He wanted to know the warmth they longed for…. He wanted to know and follow them to whatever embrace it was that was on the other side. He wanted to step into the other side from a time far in the future, even if he was to turn to dust the moment he did. He could scatter himself in the winds of the world they called home and settle peacefully in the lands that gave life to Ingo and Elesa. He’d be happy just to nourish the flowers on the hill for one spring in their time.

The fire shifted and fell, the ash dotting out parts of the fire that once were stronger. He felt a bit cold as he drifted to sleep on the floor, wishing on stars he couldn’t see that there would always be warmth for Ingo, Elesa and the child they were to have.

[read7sai]

Day 1; Dream_ Pokémon TimeJolt

As are dreams guide us to rest, what lays underneath creaks.

Awaking in the pitch of night, she carefully raised her self from the Sand. Light couldn't be Grasped but rushing water will be; Calling for the one's lost to Mourning.

Akari listened as oceans crossed without Living touch. Pulsing over, Heart beating with each gulp taken stance Lower as waves Pain grows. Feeling the waves reaching her Calves she reaches for her starters Capsule. Feeling the empty space her heart skips, dread grew as the Waves rush away.

Rushing, her eyes traveled the oblivion surrounding her. Crystals and Bricks rested above the Midnight Sand taunting her. Sand expanded by all ways water to far out to be seen. Swearing to §§§§§§, She Began to Run through The Sandy Plains.

Praying to her god for Passage, She Ran for Hours never seeing anything New. Resting her eyes in defeat, water began to reach. Hearing brought fear, she raised her eyes up seeing the Mighty Waves shadowing the land which trapped her. Not having time to react the Waves crashed flinging her upwards nulling her emotions.

Stuck in Purgatory, Akari stirs no longer feeling what once was. Her eyes drifted around Catching the Crystals Sparkling on the Ocean Floor, Grown taller Piercing in the Midnight shade. Her body drifted down finding peace in an Circle of Pillars, a broken Pokeball laid untouch by the waves.

Pillars Danced, sparking of lost memories buried in the sandy beaches. Reaching down a whistle echoed bringing dread to her eyes? As she grabbed the Red Capsule, Lights blinded her vision.

"no.." she whisper, hand outreached grasping Memories. Starly Chirped outside the Hut, Light belowed in coating her arm and blurring her vision.

She slowly loosened her grip tears falling as air Thickens in her lings. As she fully lets go, her arm falls down covering her eyes as pain pierced her Mind.

"Why?"

No one answered.

[endeerling]

I love how arven —who has been introduced as a somewhat douche —has this bright colourful Rotom case that literally has flowers and a flabebe on it

And yet Nemona —who has been introduced as someone who’s meant to be your best friend/rival and someone who is full of joy and has a seemingly endless amount of energy —has the solid colour phone case and it’s literally just plain black with no pattern’s whatsoever

[minlahzz]

Stubbornness is a Disease.

synopsis: you're sick, and refuse to rest, oh if only there was a nonchalant french charizard user that would stop you from doing stupid stuff...

word count: 120+

decided to remove the "requested" thingy because it's eh! anyway, this is a drabble for silly guy no. 2... 3rd alain thing I've made guess this guy is almost tied with amethio for most written.

LOWERCASE IS INTENTIONAL.

alain doesn’t do emotions well, but he does understand logic. unfortunately, you are currently defying all of it.

“you’re sick,” he says for what has to be the fifth time, arms crossed, standing in front of you like some kind of immovable roadblock. “you need to rest.”

you wave him off, despite the fact that you look like you’ve been personally steamrolled by a snorlax. “i’m fine,” you say, which is definitely not true, considering you’re leaning on the counter like gravity just got stronger.

"you're terrible at lying." alain pinches the bridge of his nose. he’s patient, really, but even he has his limits, and apparently, one of those limits is watching you try to function when you’re clearly two sneezes away from collapsing and turning into a puddle of water.

“you can barely stand,” he points out.

“i can stand,” you argue. which is true, in the sense that you are upright. but you’re also swaying like a jenga tower on its last piece, and alain has had enough.

before you can protest, he just picks you up. effortlessly. like you weigh nothing. like you’re just another piece of luggage he has to carry, except instead of a suitcase, it’s his incredibly stubborn partner who refuses to listen to reason.

“alain–”

“no.” he’s already heading for the couch. “you had your chance. now you’re resting.”

you wiggle in his arms, but it’s completely useless. alain is built like a final boss, and he’s not budging. he sits down, still holding you, and you realize, with horror, that he’s not letting go.

“this is kidnapping,” you mutter.

he gives you a look. “this is common sense.”

you huff, but your body betrays you, melting into his warmth because fine, maybe you are tired. just a little. just enough that his arms feel really comfortable and his heartbeat is really steady and. . .

alain sighs when he realizes you’ve already dozed off. he shifts slightly, adjusting you so you’re more comfortable, then rests his chin lightly against your forehead, checking for fever.

he knew you’d tire yourself out eventually. he just wishes you didn’t have to fight him on everything.

[seafoam-j]

CW: NSFW, Religious Struggles, Struggles with Lust, Guilt, Male Solo, Horny drabble

Getting used to writing again sorry if this sucks 💔

In order to be a devoted worshipper of Sinnoh, you must treat your body as a temple and not be intimate with anyone else unless you're married to someone. This is a rule that the Diamond and Pearl Clan have both followed, it was one of the most prominent rules out there for them.

Adaman, being the leader of the Diamond Clan had to be the most righteous one in the clan, while yes, he definitely had a pretty face and was sometimes so hopelessly flirtatious with people it hurt, he was still supposedly a virgin or just not driven by lust like other humans who don't worship Dialga. Adaman was a religious man, a devoted follower, yet in private that wasn't the case at all. Hormones eventually took place and for years his mind has turned filthy and eventually when his lower region was hot and stuffy he couldn't take it anymore, especially when he was pent up — he'd feel his hard on twitch against his pants and make them only get tighter around his thighs, he'd pull down his pants and let his cock spring out and beg for attention.

His cock would drool with precum onto whatever surface was below him and his cock would twitch as he teased the tip of his cock with his fingers, wanting to spend as much time pleasing himself as possible. His cock was uncut and fairly large, 8 inches with enough girth to mold any hole he used into being his and his alone, his veins were prominent and pulsated and he could feel how full his balls were from not releasing for so long, he was just so fucking needy. As he slowly started pumping himself, his breath would hitch and his back would threaten to arch already and he would try to fuck his hand slowly, his arm moved up and down with precision, occasion rutting into his hand like an Arcanine in heat.

And his throat would let out the prettiest moans ever, he has a hard time sounding masculine and dominant because he moans 'like a girl'. He'd mewl and curse himself, he'd suppress his moans but can't help but let out those sounds signifying how good he felt. He'd mutter "Almighty Sinnoh" to himself. He hated it all, how pathetic it made him — a leader, feel. He would bite his lip until he swore he could taste something metallic. His face would be flushed with a brilliant red. It was so bad to give into lust, how could he be a leader when he gave in so easily? It felt like an addiction sometimes.

And eventually he'll realize how needy he really is and began fucking his hand as if it were a person, as if he was in someone right now. He craved being on top of someone, his barely chest against there's and rubbing against their body for heat. He wanted to feel someone's warm lips on his, their tongue tied with his, his body was so hot from the thought of it. From the thought of being so intimate yet fucking someone like a wild Pokémon. He'd finally let out a low grown and feel himself sweat, he was so hot... His muscles would tense in a way that was so pleasurable and his eyes would flutter shut while his mouth hung open as he finally released in his hand. He wouldn't stop there, for someone so worried about time preservation, he'd spend a while just to get himself off until he was satisfied. Until his whole body was hot and trembling from the multiple orgasms he had.

Until his hair was so messy and frizzy that it would look suspicious to anyone who saw. Until he's overstimulated himself so much he can't think. And after all that, he'd clean himself up, not being able to look at his own reflection. Guilt formed in the pit of his stomach, and after he prayed to Sinnoh knowing it was going to happen again. He knows that not only had he failed Almighty Sinnoh, he has failed his own clan, how could he look anyone else in the eye now?

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

So hear me out, fem [it's ok if you prefer gn] reader that is like a second in command of the RVT's meeting her past rival Spinel while on that whole 'spinel took the pendant but not even a week later an green cat took it from him' scenario

Like when she arrived at the ship started having an argument with him in front of the trio after that whole fiasco because he brought up that she lost in their last battle back then

Spinel x Past Rival!Reader | Headcannons & Drabble

I do apologise, I didn't quite understand your request at the start, and I don't know how to write arguing scenes,,

You and Spinel have been rivals since- well- forever.

Over time, as the two of you grew older, the rivalry only intensified, with him doing illegal activities just to get a step ahead of you.

Your Eevee evolved into an Espeon? Great, his Eevee evolved into an Umbreon.

You got a water type? He got a magneton.

Despite all this, you've managed to defeat him half of the time, even a bit more than that.

The last battle the two of you had was when you two were in your mid teens. You were going after champion rank and he was there- because- he's your rival!! That's what rivals do, get in your way.

Despite you mostly wining against him, he won the final battle before the two of you eventually lost contact.

Not too long after the two of you lost contact, you joined the RVT and he joined the Explorers.

The RVT was your second home, and later became your main home as you became second in command.

Being second in command, you had to make sure everyone was okay whilst Friede wasn't on board,

In all honesty, you forgot about Spinel, the two of you haven’t seen each other in a good few years now, and even though he was a strong rival, he slipped your mind, you had more important things to worry about like making sure Liko, Roy and Dot are okay.

Sometimes you swore the trio were a magnet for trouble, but it didn't matter, you still cared about them.

The day Liko went missing, you couldn’t help but blame yourself, you let Liko go alone, unsupervised.

You and the gang found Liko a day later in Levincia of all places which confused you to no ends, how was she there? Why was she there?

You had so many unanswered questions, but they didn't matter as she was safe.

But the one thing you immediately noticed was that her precious Pendant was stolen (alongside her memories that she got back later).

It wasn't until you were faced with an Umbreon that you suddenly remembered Spinel,

(No, getting jumped in an alley by a Magneton and a Beheeyem somehow didn't remind you of him),

"Go Umbreon. I do apologise that you have to fight some weak opponents,"

Memories flashed in your mind.

You knew that Umbreon.

It was the same Umbreon who stood proudly after Spinel had defeated you before you could fight the Elite 4.

"I'm especially sorry for sending you out to battle y/n, you know how weak they are,"

Spinel's voice rang in your ears as his Umbreon let out a low growl, remembering your Espeon from battle, resulting in your partner pokémon letting out a snarl of its own.

"Remember what happened at the league? You thought you were so prepared to face the Elite 4,? But you couldn't even beat your own rival?" Spinel taunted.

Oh how you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"I've grown. I've become a better trainer with my pokémon." Your protests fall short as Spinel laughs again. His disbelief annoying you to no ends.

"You're still using that weak little Espeon of yours, you know it doesn't stand a chance against my Umbreon."

The fur on your Espeon's back stood up. She never liked being compared to the Umbreon which by all means was understandable, with the dark type not being affected by her typing's moves.

"She isn't weak. She's won against your Umbreon!"

"Like what? Two times out of the many? Don't be so delusional."

You could feel Liko's worried gaze on you as you tried to think of something, anything to talk back.

"Umbreon, use dark pulse."

"Espeon, dodge!"

Another cackle came can be heard from the probably-still-teal haired man.

"If you're so strong. Why are you scared of a dark pulse,?"

Gritting your teeth you flex your fingers, glancing around to try and find a way to use your sorroundings to your advantage.

"Espeon! Use Dazzling Gleam!"

Without even a word spoken, the Umbreon effortlessly doged it.

Letting out a hiss, your Espon jumped back to your side, glaring at her foe.

"You're still the same inexperienced trainer,"

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Drabble portion edited by the wonderful @amethiosspouse !!

[alolanrain]

Mmm weird fic/au idea

Aura surrounding Ash’s Pokémon just enough that when afar they look like normal Pokémon but the further they get to you their scars start appearing and they look a bit off in a way. Only a few people who have been around legendaries know the feeling of seeing one, the cold dread but quivering awe of such a powerful feeling. Everyone will have this feeling. Almost like a built in measure to keep them from coming to close to the legendaries and sometimes more powerful myths. though Arceus seemed to have not factored in the unfathomably stupid and the strong willed ones.

Legendaries are almost radioactive in a way of power and aura. If your Pokémon fight or exist around them, they will eventually get stronger. This could be another reason why many hunters capture more Pokémon as they get close to a legendary. With repeating occurrences majority of Ash’s Pokémon are quite gifted and strong, as well as Ash who in some term biologically is a Pokémon, but they have the tragedy for the reward for living forever engraved into them.

It’s not a forced thing but instead a trait of disguise taught through mannerisms by fellow legendaries and older mythical’s. If one somehow gets up close and personal with a legendary they will see the million of scars, some fresh and some still a a few since their start of life, cross crossing and or places somehow raised but fully healed.

[numberonebidoofenjoyer]

Excerpt: Team Building

//a experiment of something, if you will. I’m a writer (at least, mostly fanfics at the moment) and I wanted to see what people would think if I did more novel-esque segments at times, or even instead of video script formats (drabbles basically.)

//if it’s not too much to ask, can anyone who reads lemme know what you think? :D Thank you for reading and (if you’re a follower) staying with me so far!

“What about Worry Seed?”

Lochland sighed, flipping quickly through his latest copies of the Pokedex, biting his pen. “Nope. Shroomish in this region wouldn’t learn it as quickly.”

“Well- maybe Mold Breaker-”

“Doesn’t worry either, we don’t have the right Pokemon.”

“Just catch one, bzzt!”

He closes the book in a bit of a huff, looking up at the Rotom Phone. “And if it doesn’t become a mainstay on my team? I don’t want to catch a Pokemon just to release it for no reason.” He adjusts his glasses. “The bond has to be special.”

His Rotom Phone falls quiet, his interface changing from catalogs of Pokemon and abilities toa single worried digital frown. Lochland immediately feels a bit guilty, sighing as he pulls himself off the bed, taking care not to step on Fang’s tale.

“I don’t- want the solution to be something that’s resolved by catching Pokemon.” He said, pulling a box of snacks out of a cupboard, wincing from the strain on his shoulder. “There comes a point where I have to work with the team I build. Half of it doesn’t work if it’s Pokemon that I don’t get to bond with.”

Roto floats over, hovering over his shoulder as he fills the bowl of chips. “I don’t want to say that you can’t form a bond with them, bzzt, but there may be the fact that after a bit…your team may not work?”

“What do you-?”

The screen shifts to a model of his Pokemon and their stats. “You’re going for a more speedy approach, right? But that only works for two of them, and Garlic hasn’t been very helpful in the past couple of battles, bzzt.”

“He- he hasn’t evolved yet, that’s not-”

“Furthermore, the only real advantage he’d gain is up against the fourth gym leader. You’d still have to get through Iono. And she has four Pokemon, and putting Pave in that fight is-”

“You’re not letting me get a word in, damnit!” Lochland twists around, eyes slit into daggers as he fights back. “There’s a way around that, I’m sure there’s some sort of ground -type or Rock-type move to take care of that!”

“....Or you accept this team isn’t like your first.”

As gentle and sympathetic as the words were, they stung into Lochland’s heart, stomach twisting as if he had been hit with a Twineedle and suffered a status effect. Silence haunted the dorm room for a minute.

“...You’re allowed to try and switch out other Pokemon, you’d be allowed to experiment. You don’t need to get it right the first time. And these are fun battles, bzzt! You don’t need to be a tank or able to dodge attacks. Your life isn’t-”

“In danger.”

Roto moved over, resting his rectangular body against Lochland as a sort of comfort. “Right, bzzt. Maybe you should give different Pokemon a shot and see what clicks. Like that Galarian Challenger- the one who almost made it to the Semi-Finals!”

“….Challenger Hop became a Professor, Roto.”

“Shush.” Roto tried not to show a smile on his screen as Lochland snorted. “Hmm…how about a Pancham? That seems up your alley!” It flickered between Pokemon. “Or a Chansey?”

Lochland looked pensive, before biting on a chip.“….Chansey sounds somewhat fun. Can I get a list of attributes?”

“Of course!”

Roto started to ramble, while Lochland sat in thought.

He supposed his partner had a point. He didn’t really ever get to expand his team beyond the six he used to have. Sure, Bessie’s strength and durability were elements he kept and loved, but that was mainly to make sure that he had something to hide behind while he could heal his own or his team’s injuries. He didn’t have to overthink every move anymore, right?

…He always wanted to use a Riolu….

He’d think about it.

[junimotardis]

Title: sugar cubes and tug of war with flowers 🌷 🍬

characters: professor sycamore & a colony of rescued flabebe and floette from floency town after the doomsday incident.

prompt: sycamore is taking care of and setting up a little enclosure biome for a colony of floette that was rescued after a storm.

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The fic/ Drabble

“Come on.. just hang on..” Sycamore mumbled to himself as he that’s tried all morning to set up a habitat for a colony of rescued flabebe and floette.

Not being the best at building things but he wanted to hang up different fletching houses and things or something like a combee hive for the little flower fairy’s.

“Ugh” the professor sighed as another fletching house slipped off the branch and bounced on the floor.

“I need a break” sycamore chuckled as he dropped the tools back in the tool box he borrowed from clemont and walked out of the habitat to get himself a coffee.

Meanwhile a curious pink flower flabebe had noticed the professors defeated mood and followed him, also being curious about the lab and everything new that was inside as she had never seen anything like the scientists instruments.

Following after sycamore the little pink flabebe spotted a box of sugar cubes on the counter where he was making himself a latte.

“Oh, hello there little one” sycamore smiled looking at the pink flabebe, watching with a amused expression as the little flower fairy flew down and grabbed a sugar cube.

“Go ahead, taste. I think you’ll like it.” Sycamore said watching as the flabebe looked at him before glancing at the cube of sugar and carefully licking the corner.

“fla.. flabebe!” The fairy Pokemon exclaimed, practically getting heart eyes and started breaking off pieces to eat like rock candy.

“Maybe you like it too much now that I think about it” sycamore chuckled as he didn’t see a group of flabebe watching from behind him and quickly flying over to the box of sugar cubes and grabbing as many as they could carry,

Eventually resulting in them all trying to lift the whole cardboard box.

“flabebe- fla-Bebe!” The pink one examined surprised frantically pointing over at the rainbow of flower Pokemon trying to fly away with as many sugar cubes they could carry.

“What? Hehey! That’s- you can't just take everything!” Sycamore laughed, getting up and walking over, reaching up trying to gently grab the cardboard box from the flurry of flabebe.

“Fla.. flabebe!” One of the flabebes said in a annoyed tone as they all tried to fly up out of reach but sycamore held onto the bottom “I can give you a few but you can’t take the whole box” Sycamore chuckled trying to reason with the flower fairy’s.

Meanwhile the flabebe looked at eachother and noticed the professors arm was stretched out so the leader floette flew down and started poking and bumping into sycamores side and ribs trying to get him to let go.

“Come on, let go of the box.. wahait, Hehey!” He laughed flinching as he felt the adrenaline rush from the poking.

“You’re clehehever Ihi will gihive you that- but you cahant get all the suhugar!” Sycamore giggled as he looked down at the floette who was poking him, who responded by huffing stubbornly and calling for more help.

“Wahahait,!“ sycamore laughed stepping back as a few more flabebe joined in, going into his lab coat and around his waist.

Meanwhile as this was happening the remaining flabebe and the pink one from before trying to carry the box of sugar cubes but having to land and await at the desk, next to the coffee cup from before.

“cahant we compromise?- ack!” The professor laughed before tripping and falling backwards making the flabebe stop up to se if he was okay.

Feeling a little bad and being a little shaken from the fall the flabebe flew out of the coat and hovered over sycamore “fla?” One of the flabebe said sitting on his forehead looking at his eyes

“I’m okay, don’t worry just.. out of breath” sycamore smiled reassuring the Pokemon “it’s fun to se how you all work together but as I tried to say before, cant we compromise?” Sycamore said with a chuckle as he sat up

“okay, how about you all share some sugar cubes and I can find some much better honey for you, even crystallised so it will be just like sugar” sycamore smiled finally getting up from the floor and looking around for where the honey glass was.

on the way spotting the tiny pink flabebe from before sip some coffee “oh arceus.. please don’t have a heart attack” he said getting up and walking over to the floette.

cupping the little one in his hand but happily discovering the floette was only incredibly excited and energy high and started flying around like a ping pong ball “pffft- you little rascals..” he smiled softly

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[crimsonshadesblog]

Oh god, I completely forgot to share this with you:

This is my darling son! I forced my boyfriend to help me build him. I love him very much.

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

“Who’s a handsome boy, hmm~?” Minato cooed at the large fox Pokémon, brush in hand and with the Ninetales’ head upon his lap, currently gliding the brush through Masashi’s mane.

Masashi, meanwhile— was contentedly resting his head and paws upon his trainer’s lap, large bundle of tails swaying slightly. “Kyuu~” Yipping in a cheerful manner in return for the man’s words, the fox did admittedly seem to have some pride about him. The Ninetales knew he was lovely, after all— given how much Minato would pamper him~.

[gildead]

Please struggles to navigate through the fog and aggressive clones, lugging Gold's body and Igglybuff behind her as she moves. Thankfully, being an exceedingly high level Pokémon means she's able to tank a good amount of their hits. All she needs to do is find Gold's head--

An explosion of gold and pink illuminates the fog in front of her. She makes out the silhouette of Gold's floating head, followed by a hellish shriek that destabilizes several clones reaching for him.

Thanks to the new surge of adrenaline in her body, Please rushes to Gold's side. "Boy, what--"

"Shinto..." Gold mutters weakly, his jaw stitching itself back together. "They got Shinto--"

The Typhlosion curses under her breath. "Get over here. You sound exhausted."

Gold's head floats over to his body, screwing itself back in with a few twists and turns. He slumps against Please, his face buried in her fur. "We can't leave yet. Dad and CC--"

Ugh. Why did he have to be so stubborn? Even some of the stronger fighters had joined into the max exodus from the battlefield once the fog and clones rolled in. Please herself isn't sure how many ethers and elixirs are left in Gold's bag.

"Fine then." She huffs. "We'll stay. But we're no longer fighting."

"We're going to safer ground, boy. Prepare yourself to ride this out."

[endeerling]

So weird question to everyone I suppose, but who could you see playing the characters of scarvio? Like actors/actresses

Arven:

Nemona:

Penny:

Clavell:

Mela:

Giacomo:

Atticus:

Ortega:

Eri:

Brassius:

Katy:

lono:

Kofu:

Larry:

Rhyme:

Tulip:

Grusha:

Geeta:

& bonus for the elite four? I’m curious lol, leave any ideas in the comments!

[sparkykitsune]

Iono's livestream gone wrong but it's a crack drabble instead of a skit

Iono was currently standing on top of Glaseado Mountain's summit, with Grusha making an appearance on her with her livestream that day.

"Ello, 'ello, hola! Ciao and bonjour!" Iono greeted on stream. "On today's stream, we will bust a myth that people have asked many time! Does a cat always land on their feet or not?"

"I'm pretty sure this isn't going to end well..." Grusha groaned, his voice muffled by his scarf.

"A cat always lands on her feet, watch!" Iono exclaimed as she intentionally fell down from the summit to the base of the mountain.

Grusha was flabbergasted by Iono's recklessness, but he sighed in defeat. He knew the type of person Iono was, and there was no stopping her.

"Don't say I didn't warn her..." Grusha sighed, staring at the stream. "Also, I'm a dog, not a cat. How am I supposed to know that cats always land on their feet? Especially that cat."

Iono's Rotom Phone then floated away from the mountain to follow her down. Grusha rolled his eyes and observed the mess of a situation he got involved in.

Elsewhere, Geeta finished checking up on Larry in Medali (much to both of their displeasure). She was about to call a Flying Taxi to head up to Glaseado Mountain to check up on Ryme and Grusha, but a loud thud interrupted her actions. Geeta rushed to check up on the commotion. She was greeted to the sight of Iono sitting down on the ground, smiling, with her ankles looking out of shape.

"And ta da! This proves a cat always lands on her feet!" Iono determined.

The chat sent mixed reactions, with most of them being concerned about the massive fall and not caring about the end results.

"Iono! What were you thinking?!" Geeta gasped.

"For the stream!" Iono answered. "People asked me if cats always land on their feet, and I decided to test that theory today on stream!"

"Y-Y-You've dislocated both of your ankles..." Geeta sputtered, trying to remain calm. "Besides, that's just a myth spread by dogs."

Iono attempted to get up back onto her toes but they were obviously unable to support her body in a state like this.

"Just one second-" Iono heaved.

Grusha was still at the top of the summit, he could faintly see the commotion between Iono and Geeta. A Flying Taxi showed up and the husky watched the tortie cat carry the calico cat into the taxi, and presumably to the hospital, with the latter screaming.

Grusha could only sigh in despair as he returned to his gym to pretend he never saw that. Fortunately, Geeta didn't see the stream nor did she suspect Grusha accompanied Iono there.

And that's how Iono attempted to bust the myth that cats always land on their feet, and she only got away with two dislocated ankles and plently of recovery time in a wheelchair.

[alexanders-pokemon-adventure]

Sounds fun

Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

–

❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

[justarkive]

THE JEONS : 17

17 : Arcade Day

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non.idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics + smut sometimes!

• chapter contents: arcade day, chaos as usual, jk makes a random girl cry ( ON ACCIDENT ) if this isnt the most jungkook thing ever idk what is.

• taglist: @jenniebyrubies @lovingkoalaface @iamstilljk @elinaki92 @rpwprpwprpwprw @mafersame @parkinglot-nights @reallygenerouskoala @mimi1097 @aznstoner @jungshaking @pinkpunkdynamite @angie-x3 @bgfdcvbnjk @starlight-1010 @marblemoonstones @golden-loona @jjkluver7 (check pinned to be added)

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You didn’t expect the arcade to be this packed, but here you are—sticky floors, flashing lights, and the ever-familiar soundtrack of 8-bit victory jingles.

Jungkook’s currently being dragged—DRAGGED—from one claw machine to another by Hana, still fully convinced her dad is a certified toy-snatching expert.

“This one next!” she beams, ponytail bouncing, pointing at a claw machine filled with pastel jellycats and off-brand Pokémon. She’s holding three plushies already—one on top of her head like a crown.

“Baby,” you call, arms crossed, leaning by the change machine, “You know he’s not actually good at this, right?”

“I am good at this,” Jungkook says, indignant, cracking his knuckles like he’s about to defuse a bomb. “These are just rigged.”

“They’re all rigged,” you say, deadpan.

He’s about to start when he hears the softest little “Hi.”

He turns, and there’s a tiny girl—barely five—with pigtails and light-up shoes, staring up at him like he’s a superhero.

She tugs the sleeve of his hoodie. He freezes.

“Play?” she asks softly, chubby finger pointing at the claw machine beside him. Her voice is so quiet it barely makes it past the chimes and dings of the arcade.

He blinks. “Uh…”

You’re watching from behind with your arms crossed, grinning like a maniac. Whisperinf to him “Are you gonna say no? You can’t say no.”

Jungkook looks at you helplessly. Then at the little girl. “Uh… yeah. Okay, sure.”

And just like that, he’s double-fisting the claw machines now—one for Hana (who’s already picking which plush she’s giving names to), and one for a tiny toddler who is now vibrating with anticipation.

Spoiler: he wins nothing.

Hana’s side spits out two more plushies in three tries. She claps. Throws her hands in the air like it’s the Olympics.

The toddler’s machine?

Not a single win.

Not even a nudge.

The little girl’s smile falters. Then quivers. Her little face scrunches up like a raisin.

“Oh no,” Jungkook mutters. “No, no, no—don’t—”

But it’s too late.

Big, fat toddler tears. Silent sobs that turn into sniffly wails. She’s crying like her whole world just fell apart.

Jungkook flails. “Wait! Wait—here—take this—”

He grabs one of Hana’s plushies, the little duck one she just named Bread, and offers it with both hands like it’s a peace treaty.

The toddler reaches out—

And Hana lets out a shriek.

“BREAD?!”

She’s now sobbing too, trying to climb up your side like a tree. You scoop her onto your hip as she hiccups through betrayal. “That was mine! He gave her Bread!”

You’re laughing so hard you can’t even speak.

And then—of course—comes the mom. Appearing like an avenging angel in yoga pants and fury.

She swoops in, scoops up her crying child, and gives Jungkook a look. A full-body, soul-piercing look.

As if he personally ruined her daughter’s childhood.

As if he told her Santa wasn’t real.

As if he stole Bread.

Jungkook just stands there with his hands in the air, still holding a coin between his fingers.

You pat his shoulder as she storms off.

“Babe,” you say, wiping your eyes. “You’ve got to stop accepting side quests from four-year-olds.”

He just groans. “I was trying to be nice.”