#Teashipping

[namelessheartz]

I've posted all of this (and more) on my art account on Instagram before (same user as this blog) but I wanted to share my favourites I've done in the past few months! After this I'll individually post art as I post it there.

Pokemon art moment (yes I'll be posting other fandoms soon too, not to worry haha /gen)

Also for the namelessshipping art with them in swimwear, it's based on the official Alola Swimmers artwork. ^^

[symposiumlover]

Gay sex featuring Mogra’s ugly ass blue eyes (I’ll be racist to his ketchup skin later)

[textpostmemespksp]

Meme #233

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[penguinclover]

Happy birthday, Masaki

[pokespeale]

My Pokéspe ships

Red x Yellow (Specialshipping)

Green x Blue (Oldrivalshipping)

Gold x Crystal (Mangaquestshipping), but I'm also fine with Gold x Silver (Preciousmetalshipping) and Silver x Crystal (Specialjewelshipping)

Ruby x Sapphire (Franticshipping)

Diamond x Pearl x Platinum (Entourageshipping), but I've always been more on the Diamond x Platinum (Commonershipping) side

Black x White (Agencyshipping)

Bill x Daisy (Teashipping) (honestly, who doesn't ship them?)

Falkner x Janine (Fatherlyshipping)

Lt. Surge x Sabrina (Antagonistshipping), but I also don't mind Lt. Surge x Koga (Toxicboltshipping) and Lt. Surge x Morty

[savebatsfromscratch]

No.21 ‘Till Death Do Us Part.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51001621

Words: 1,651

Cws: Possible death, (it’s left open to interpretation), definitely kidnapping, losing a spouse, dread?

Prompt: No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.” Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”

Notes: I’m SO SORRY Teashipping community, I really want to write nice stuff about them, but this is all that I find myself spitting out. XD

Daisy readjusted the papers on her clipboard, squinting at the rare Pokemon she was tracking as she fought to keep an eye on it. The forest was a mess of underbrush and vines, but that was what she and Bill were here for. In order to combat the habitat destruction currently happening in the coral reefs and dark caves of her region and its colonies, Bill had devised a plan to show exactly how important a pristine natural environment was.

Daisy scribbled down a note on her paper, seeing a small scratch on the ear of the eevee, but sure to notice that it did not seem to be hindering the little creature in any way. She was so proud of Bill for thinking of this idea. In the past she had joked that she loved him so much that she couldn't stop thinking about him even while researching, and someday she was going to go over her notes and find a draft of a proposal written there instead.

Well, when that joke had become a reality, she just had to follow through with it, didn't she?

Her wedding ring fit comfortably on her finger, and it clacked lightly against her pen as she readjusted her clipboard once again. She couldn't help but smile as she caught her mind drifting away from her work and to her husband. He was the only thing that had ever been able to do that to her. She laughed and shook her head slightly, tapping her pen against the paper in an effort to get her focus back. This was his dream project, she had to focus! (After all, he was right behind her, focusing on his own piece of the project, she really should be working on hers.)

She looked back at the Pokemon and tried to make up for what she'd missed in daydreaming. The Eevee with the scratch on its ear, a really young looking Pikachu who had somehow already evolved from a Pichu, and... She squinted. Where had the other one gone? She scooted a little farther, scanning the complicated spaghetti strings of thorns for the Charmander that had been playing with the others just a few seconds ago. 

She looked a little harder, her pen seeming to scratch of its own accord as she focused on what was actually happening with the Pokemon. Both of them were standing still and silent, none of their adorable playing that they had been so invested in mere moments before. She blinked as if to clear a film from her eyes, but no, the two were still there, shivering in fear. (As if they knew something that she didn’t.)

She looked all around, but she didn’t see any of the threats that the Pokemon seemed so scared of. She felt her eyebrows knit together. Predation was definitely a natural fact of a well protected natural environment, but now that she was seeing the scared looks on the little animal’s faces, she was beginning to feel that awful chill of dred as well. Something felt very off there, but she didn’t have a clue what.

And then it hit her.

“Bill,” she whispered, trying to keep as quiet as possible, more out of panic rather than to not disturb the natural scene around them, “Do you hear anything?”

Bill stopped his scribbling, looking at her in confusion for a few moments before the utter silence of the forest registered to him. His eyes were suddenly lit with concern, and he squeezed Daisy’s hand tightly. “No,” his murmured, even quieter than she had been, “There could be a large predator in the area,”

Daisy looked nervously around them once more. Just because they were completely concealed in underbrush and sandwiched between two rotting tree trunks didn’t mean anything if there was a large Pokemon coming towards them. (Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the Eevee and the Pikachu scampered off into the underbrush, presumably deciding that their chances were better if they ran.)

“What should we do?” Daisy asked, leaning into Bill as her heartbeat spiked in intensity, “Do you think we can handle a large Pokemon?”

Bill nodded slowly and patted a Pokeball on his hip, but he didn’t look entirely convinced with himself either. If there did happen to be a large, predatory Pokemon around here, it probably wouldn’t decide to attack them, but if it did… Bill was a lot of things, a lot of wonderful things, but a good battler wasn’t exactly one of them. Daisy pulled her legs a little closer to her chest, gripping Bill’s hand as tightly as she could manage without accidentally hurting him.

“Hey,” Bill whispered, brushing a string of Daisy’s behind her ear, “I vowed to protect you, remember?”

Daisy felt her heart swell as the memories replayed in her mind. A gorgeous wedding. Not too big, not too small, the perfect mix of family and friends. Food that she could have given her left leg to eat every day, a good mix of battlers and performers as their entertainment. The prettiest dress she’d ever seen. It had been a perfect wedding, with so many amazing parts that she couldn’t even list them all, but even so, she knew what her favorite had been.

Call her old fashioned, but Daisy had always thought that the best part of a wedding were the vows. How could a pretty cake or a nice dress ever compare to that glowing love that had filled her when Bill pledged his love to her, from now into forever, and that true, calming meaning of forever that she had felt when she had pledged her love to him? How could it ever compare to that truth of perfect love?

“Yes,” she whispered, pulled back into the present as a hungry wind rushed through the trees above them, “I remember,”

“Well,” Bill smiled that ever jokey smile of his, “I’m going to! Don’t you worry a bit, you’re safe with me!”

Daisy stifled a giggle, but she was cut off as the sudden sound of footsteps started coming through the woods. Instantly Bill’s expression changed to one of alarm, and Daisy’s heartbeat picked up in tempo once more.

“That’s not a Pokemon,” Daisy hissed, hearing awful human voices floating through the twisted trees. In any other situation, the sound of a human would have made Daisy feel better, but something about those barking laughs was all wrong.

“I know,” Bill hissed back, pressing closer to her as if to shield her from what they didn’t even know yet. His breathing was coming hard and fast, and Daisy had to admit that she wasn’t faring any better.

“Where are they?” Daisy whispered, her fingernails digging into Bill’s palm as she squeezed his hand. (They had been holding hands for so long now that his wedding ring now felt warm in her hands.)

“I don’t know,” Bill answered, his eyes glowing with panic as the footsteps and voices grew louder, “But if they see us…” They held still for a little longer, shivering as the people grew closer and closer to their hiding spot. 

“...that’s the plan,” one of them was saying, “We take over the company and we’ll have free stock,”

Daisy and Bill looked at each other in alarm, suddenly very aware that they should have taken after the Pokemon and ran long ago. Without even speaking, they knew each other’s plans. They had to get out of there, now.

Daisy started the race, jumping up and over the tree trunk as she dragged Bill after her. Immediately, she saw the men she had been hearing. Four or five of them, all dressed in the traditional black garb of grunts of an evil team, and all looking right at her and Bill. The problem was, they were only a few feet away.

“Run!” Daisy yelled, but the two of them didn’t get very far before the men reached them. Hands wrapped around Bill, and he screamed as he was yanked to a stop. His hand was torn out of hers, and one of the men laughed as Bill was forced to the ground.

“Bill!” Daisy yelled, skidding to a stop of her own in order to look back at her husband. “No!” The remaining men inched closer to Daisy, but she did not budge.

“Run!” Bill yelled. Despite the hold the grunts had on him, he only seemed focused on her safety, “Please!”

“No!” She screamed, fumbling for Pokeballs but finding none on her person, “I can’t leave you! I love you!” The evil men seemed to laugh, and one began to reach for a weapon on his waist as Daisy continued to stand there.

“Run,” Bill whispered again, so quiet Daisy could not hear, but loud enough that she understood every word, “I want you safe, please, keep yourself safe for me,”

Daisy felt tears begin to rush down her face, but she nodded. 

She ran.

She ran for so long she didn’t know what was what anymore, tearing through thorns and ferns and feeling the cold wetness of streamwater fill her boots. She ran for so long that the shouts of the men disappeared into the darkness of the forest behind her. She ran for so long that her head began to swim with cotton and fuzz, but it could not stop her from thinking about her husband.

Shaking, she dropped to her knees. “Bill!” She sobbed, feeling thorns prick into her knees, “Bill!” 

He had promised that they would always be together! He had promised her would protect her! He had promised they would love each other until the ends of their lives! They had so much more to do together, how could she have just left him like that?!

Daisy curled up in the rotting leaves.

Bill was gone, and it was all her fault.

[pkmngame-fankids]

“Honestly,” Daisy begins, “did you have to run up to a quasit?”

She’s frustrated, Bill can tell.

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Day 4 for pokemon ship week!

[ninjago-shipping]

Tea = Sensei Wu x Mystake

Named as such because of their shared passion for tea.

[pokemon-legends-and-legacies]

(Belated) Day 12: Samantha (Bill/Daisy Oak’s daughter)!

Sam follows in the Sonezaki-Oak family name and ends up becoming a Researcher, specializing in pokémon evolution (like the actual mechanism that causes pkmn to evolve from one stage to the next). Her studies brought her to Sinnoh where she spent a lot of time working with Professor Lucas Hawthorn, which is how she met (and later began dating) Bebe's daughter Miranda who works as a PC admin the region. She's one of the older fankids, so mainly serves a mentor/support role for the main crew during the plot.

[pkmnomegaverse]

Fankidtober 2022 Day 10 - Willow

Bill and Daisy Oak’s daughter

[opal-sparks]

I redrew my old Conquest AU for TeaShipping. I wanted to put a little more life into it instead of them just standing around like a bunch of dumb idiots. This is almost 6 years of improvement.

[oakcaballero]

More drawings of Lem, along with others!

Cade’s his older cousin and possibly gave Green and Yellow baby fever when he was born XD

and then Lemon happened soon after lmaoooo

Viki’s his first partner and the name is a mix of ‘vee’ and ‘spiky’ lol (and kind of hints at what he evolves into)

he’s then interacting with Turquoise and Marine, my Mangaquest and Lucky kids, who love to mess with him and are chaotic together. It mirrors Red and Gold’s friendship X)

Lem isn’t sure how to react around them when they’re together lmao

he’s embarrassed and done with them at the same time pfft

[symposiumlover]

Writing Mogra x Garmadon fanfiction is enlightening

[textpostmemespksp]

Meme #520

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[mekatrio]

being a reguri shipper is soooo embarassing bc ill see the strangest fucking ships like teashipping or whatever the hell those gen 3 villain grunt shipping is like all that sort of thing and ill be like 'huh sure is strange to ship two characters that are practically just blank slate + common tropes 🤨" and then i remember that i like reguri so its like WHO AM I TO SAY.... ANYTHING ABT THIS.

[savebatsfromscratch]

Day 30 - Tears Smudged Like Ink on a Whiteboard

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42745575

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Summary: Daisy has trauma because of an incident with some Team Rocket grunts. Unfortunately, Bill isn't there to help her. (Not yet anyway.)

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Note: I love these two and I had a great time writing them last Whumptober, so why not do it again? XD This goes out to the two Teashipping fans out there.   Also I tested out another writing style because why not. I probably won’t write in it again but I like reading these so…

Cws and Tws: Implied past rape, suicidal thoughts, self harm contemplation, swearing

Words: 1,441

Prompt: NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED | Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

Fic (under the cut):

Daisy, a medium height woman in her twenties, with hair that dripped over her shoulders like a waterfall, was crying. She clutched her knees to her chest, shaking with the force of the sobs that tore through her heart. Her forehead rested on her knees, and her back touched the wall behind her, flower print wallpaper to purple sweater, a strange poetry that spoke of her pain.

The room around her was lonely, dark walls pressing in like all those horrible hands, shuttered windows shaking and crashing in the wind as if fighting some invisible enemy, and a ruffled bed, shaken by what had metaphorically broken it. Her bookshelf was dusty from a lack of activity, and she feared that her carpet crawled with bugs (those which broke through and grabbed her). Even the soft flowers of her wallpaper, or the champion ribbons clipped to the wall, or even the shining wedding ring on her finger made her feel any better. (In fact, that last one only made her feel worse.)

She couldn’t bring herself to think about it, couldn’t bring herself to remember what had happened to her. (Even the thought of telling herself not to think made her hips ache and her arms dirty.) Why her? What had she ever done to deserve such treatment?

She buried her face even further into her knees as she cried harder. No matter how hard she fought the memories, they still slipped their horrible tendrils into her mind, making her stomach turn and her eyes red with tears. A hand in her hair, the sensation of being thrown against a wall, the blankness of a memory she refused to remember. 

She wanted to hurt something, wanted to kill something even, but there was nothing but herself in the room. (And she refused to let herself even contemplate something like that. …or at least she wanted to think that she did.)

She felt like nothing more than old doll, well ‘loved’ and tossed down a fucking industrial food shreder. Her hair was a tangled mess against her neck, and her nails were broken from all the scratching and punching that she refused to think about the cause of. Her throat ached from her crying, and her mind was so inside out that she couldn’t think of anything that could help her. 

Besides Bill, of course

Oh how she wished he was here. That man always knew what to do to comfort her, always obeyed her wishes, always did his very best to understand her. (Unlike some other people that she could think of.) Even if his sandy brown hair was always in a rat’s nest, his heart was full of nothing but care and love for everyone around him. (And it made Daisy feel a smidge better when she remembered that that love was mainly directed towards her.)

But of course a ‘smidge’ better was nothing against the crushing despair that came with her most recent memories. It would have been quite naive to believe otherwise. So she just had to sit there, head buried in her knees as she cried, wishing and hoping for a prince that she knew would be out until nighttime. (That’s what happened when your house was in Pallet Town, literally no one could get to you.)

No one could help you.

No one to help.

…

Bill, the short-ish man in his twenties, received the frantic communicator text in the middle of an experiment, and hadn’t been able to read it until the reaction was completed. Once he was able to however, he immediately regretted waiting.

As he raced to his Pokeballs (reaching for the Farfetched that he knew could carry him) he couldn’t even force himself to think about the words, think of the horror that his soon-to-be wife must be going through. His lip was already bleeding from biting it so hard, and his entire body shook with rage. 

Who had done this to her?! Why her?! 

“Farfetched!” He commanded, the very second the Pokemon hit the ground (thankfully he was outside at the moment), “Fly me to Pallet Town!” 

The bird looked scared, (probably sensing his urgency, but immediately scooped him up. Its small wings had to beat hard to keep the two of them in the air, but they had to go even faster to go as fast as it knew it needed to. Bill was distantly thankful for that, but his mind was racing to fast to focus on anything but his rage and terror.

His fiance.

Daisy.

How could this happen to her?

He fought the urge to dig his fingers into something (Farfetched didn’t deserve that) and instead expressed his anger with a scream. He wanted to kill something. (Particularly those evil men that would see a woman and pounce on her, using their stolen weapons and impossible wealth to hurt any person that they saw. And for what? A couple moments of horror while they bathed ever closer to rot in the earth?)

But more than his lust for vengeance, Bill was terrified for Daisy. Who knows what was going through her head? Who knows what horror gripped her heart and mind? He certainly didn’t. And that was what scared him. He had to get to her. He had to help.

So when his feet touched down on the grass in front of her house, with its rusty red roof and ivy covered walls, he didn’t even bother to put Farfetched back in its Pokeball, instead running as fast as he possibly could into the house. His hands fumbled with the key for an instant, but he burst through the door only a moment later.

“Daisy!” He screamed, “Where are you?!”

For a terrifying moment, there was no response, only the horrible ticking of the grandfather clock at the end of the hall. But then, in the voice of an angel who’d been beaten and bruised, he heard Daisy.

“Bill?” She called, muffled somewhat from both tears and a closed door, “Is that you?”

“It’s me!” He called, stepping through the door and closing to behind him, “Where are you?” The wallpaper was peeling.

“I’m in my room-” her voice was very hard to hear, getting quieter with each passing second, “I- I-,”

Bill didn’t waste a moment, walking as quickly as he could through the hall until he reached the door that he knew to be Daisy’s room. The door, as old and scratched up as it had ever been, was shut, but he could tell it wasn’t locked. He slowly turned the handle, hearing shuffling from inside as Daisy moved towards the door.

The room was dark, windows drawn and items strewn about, but Bill didn’t see any of the mess. He only focused on Daisy.

She was kneeling a few feet away from the wall, her hair thrown everywhere and her body limp with horror. Her hands were shaking and only shook more when he stepped into the room, keeping the door open behind him. He reached out to her, but she scooted backwards, her back hitting the wall with an audible thud.

“Please don’t touch me-!” she yelped, her face wet with tears and her eyes sharp with fear as she looked at him, cowering, “I-,” And then, as if realizing what had just happened, she put her face into her hands, defeated and shaking with rekindled sobs, “I’m sorry, I-”

Bill nodded, his heart aching as he dropped down onto his knees. With the light streaming in from behind him, he gave her his best comforting smile. “It’s okay,” he whispered, fully aware that it was not okay, “We’re gonna figure it out, okay?” He had to try his best to remain calm, as renewed anger at the monsters that had done this to her boiled in his gut. She looked so small, so pathetic, like a lost pidgey that had fallen out of its nest.

He just wanted her to be okay. Bill began to hum a song that he knew she liked, trying his best to help her calm down. (Though the horror in his own heart had faded ever so slightly, he doubted the same could be said for hers.)

But thankfully it was only a moment later that she was able to raise her head again. She nodded, taking in a deep breath as she looked up at him. She put on her best brave face. (Even as her tears still fell.) “Mmhm, we-” he started, her voice cracking to a stop and dying away. Bill mirrored her brave face, relaxing his body and nodding.

‘We’re gonna figure it out.’

End of fic notes: Dude this was so fun to write. I know that's probably really weird to say but I had to say it.