#teenage submas

[jellybe-gets-creative]

Another sketchy artwork for the funny train twins and with the design I saw on @critterbitter s blog!

Teenage emmet and ingo are so precious too me, please everyone who likes and draws submas art, draw them as kids or teenagers! :)

Emmet is verrrry excited about the next gym, so he’s flapping his hands.

[bytebun]

found family coworkers (definition multiple) of all time [image description under cut]

Comic 1:

First panel, Ingo and Akari are standing together. Someone off-screen asks “oh, is that your dad?”. Akari has an awkward smile and replies “oh, no no. he’s my...” There’s a long pause as she looks at Ingo. He’s leaving it up to her. She finishes, “He’s my coworker... friend... guy.” In smaller font, she continues “yea. that.” Comic 2: A dramatic panel of Volo, looking pissed off, shouting “who are you to interfere?!!” Ingo tugs the brim of his cap lower. The upper half of his face is in shadow, while his eyes stand out. He looks threatening but has his expression is his characteristic neutral-frown, and he says “...I’m her coworker friend guy.”. In the final panel, Machoke is throwing an incredible amount of punches, a reference to Star Platinum from Jojo. Ingo is pointing with one hand, his battle pose. The background text reads, “What does that even mean??” Volo is experiencing off-screen violence.

Comic 3: The comic is titled “Reunion”. In the first panel, Ingo shows off Akari, with a faint smile on his face. She is labelled “best girl (assigned by god)”. He says, “Emmet, this is Akari, my coworker. She’s the reason I was able to return to this station.” In smaller font, Akari comments to herself, “ooh... so this is the man in white.”

In the second panel, in smaller font Ingo notes “I think I remember now...” He says, “Akari, this is Emmet. He's also my coworker.” Coworker is underlined. Emmet is crying in the background, looking confused, conflicted, distressed, and happy. He says, “Brother...?” In the final panel, we see a framed photograph of all three together. Underneath are the words, Employee of the Month. Akari is dressed as a depot agent, and she and Ingo pose with peace signs. Emmet is red faced from crying, but he’s smiling widely. He looks happy.

[blaiddraws]

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happy crisis!

(technically this post Could be ignored tbh. like. i added it as an afterthought because i wanted to post twice on This Day

and i wanted to have fun with shading idk. idk. but if things seem a little janky flow-wise that's why dkhdkshd)

[egginfroggin]

Imagine...

Emmet is transported to Hisui.

He became five or six years old.

When he comes back, Ingo learns that he will now become a father.

Extremely late answer, sorry, Anon.

I feel that Arceus would get punched by a very irate Subway Boss in that scenario, I love it.

This has spawned many words in the master document, as my brain has decided to positively gnaw on this idea, and alas, nothing is finished yet, so have a bit of worldbuilding and some drawings in the meantime.

Worldbuilding and close-ups under the cut, and please click on the images for better quality.

And again, thank you so much for the ask, Anon, this was really fun! ^^

Pencil sketches:

first doodle of the Little Guy

height comparisons to further emphasize the "Little" part of the Little Guy

a) Akari and Rei making the mistake of turning their backs on Emmet for 0.5 seconds as he notices something off-camera b) the twins continuing to talk, oblivious to Emmet's act of absconding c) the twins turning around to talk to their teeny charge d) swift baseball bat of Realization at the Emmet-shaped absence in their immediate vicinity

Pen sketches (part of a page of sketches that were otherwise unrelated, hence the numbering):

3. a very happy lil man, despite the oversized hat 4. he skrungle scribble 5. who's he looking at? who knows

Digital art:

Emmet craves violence. Akari and Rei are used to this (featuring: probably the best expressions I've ever drawn)

he's a bit older now, but still smaller than his evolved starter; Typhlosion can tell his soul is older, but he is physically small, so she abuses his lack of height to shower him in affection

an internal mess of conflicting instincts, thoughts, and emotional maturity, but Arceus's plan is set in motion, and there's nothing Emmet can do about it

Worldbuilding:

Emmet got shrunk on his way to Hisui, due to the Rift's distorted power affecting him on the way out; he lands on Prelude Beach, drowning in his Depot Agent uniform now that he is teeny tiny

Arceus, panicking a little bit, communicates more directly with Emmet, urging him along on his mission

Emmet's memories are messed up, and his conduct is an odd combination of a child and an adult. By which I mean he can be disconcertingly clever and mature, but also the poutiest little guy with a habit of crying

Young age plus being overwhelmed plus stress equals one mute boi; this does not change his penchant for causing Problems

Jubilife is a lot more lenient with him because of how young he is, but Laventon, Cyllene, and Kamado suspect that he isn't supposed to be like this due to how he was found

Emmet is in an awkward position as far as finding living conditions go, being too odd for most parents to want to take in but also much too young to live on his own

Akari and Rei are assigned babysitters. Let the stressing and development of gray hairs commence

Emmet is Perfectly Behaved and causes no Problems at all, of course, why would he? Why would he?

(He bolts for the gates the moment Akari opens the door in the morning) (Ress caught him)

After sending Emmet home, Arceus shortly feels a distinct feeling of being in danger

After finding out that his brother has been shrunk and not fixed, Ingo fixes metaphorical (and perhaps literal) crosshairs on the back of Arceus's head

Arceus may be in danger

Close-ups of the digital art:

(Program used for the digital sketches: Krita; time taken: about 90 minutes)

Thank you for reading all of this! I hope you have a wonderful, blessed day. :>

[agonyaster]

It’s Enough to Drive You Crazy (If You Let It)

So, Elesa… Have you defeated Clay yet?”

Elesa’s face immediately drops down into a scowl and she glares across the table at Emmet, who sips his espresso with a devious smile. Ingo’s sitting next to him, expressions equally as devious, though he tries to hide it behind his muffin.

“No. I haven’t,” Elesa says, enunciating every syllable with cautious precision. Almost daring him to keep talking.

He takes it as a challenge, apparently. “I was simply wondering! It’s been so long since your last attempt: leaving his as the last badge you obtain is a verrry interesting choice.”

Haven’t done anything with Elesa as the leading lady so you know I had to change that immediately

prefer ao3? read here!

“So, Elesa… Have you defeated Clay yet?”

Elesa’s face immediately drops down into a scowl and she glares across the table at Emmet, who sips his espresso with a devious smile. Ingo’s sitting next to him, expressions equally as devious, though he tries to hide it behind his muffin.

“No. I haven’t,” Elesa says, enunciating every syllable with cautious precision. Almost daring him to keep talking.

He takes it as a challenge, apparently. “I was simply wondering! It’s been so long since your last attempt: leaving his as the last badge you obtain is a verrry interesting choice.”

“Shut up, Emmet.”

“How many times have you tried for the badge? I forget.” Dragons, does he have to do this right now? Elesa glances around anxiously at the other people sitting at the café, none of whom seem to be paying them any sort of attention. “You must be sure to keep your final destination in mind!”

Ingo agrees with a solemn nod. “If you’re not careful, you’ll miss the cutoff for the tournament.”

“Not that there’s any shame in waiting for next year. That way you’ll be able to study our battle tactics from the stands without worrying about your own matches.”

“Because they would not exist,” Ingo clarifies.

Elesa knows she shouldn’t grind her teeth, but it's the only way she can stop herself from saying something she’ll regret. “I still have a few months, I won’t run out of time.”

“Two months is not a few! It is a couple at best,” Ingo interjects. She shoots him a glare.

“Clay isn’t hard to beat if you find something that can take a few good hits.”

“It’s true! Fraxure did very well during my own challenge.” He pats a pokéball lovingly, the one in which Haxorus was held.

Elesa rolls her eyes. “Well, he uses ground types and I use electric types. Not much I can do there.”

“You could always phone a friend,” Emmet offers, extending a pokéball to her. “And I’m sure Skyla would be happy to offer her Swanna if you asked nicely.”

Elesa swats Emmet’s hand away with a scowl. “No, shut up.” She doesn’t need their pity, especially not Skyla’s. Dragons, she would never recover from asking something like that— her face burns at the very thought. “I’ll do it on my own.”

Ingo picks at the chocolate chips at the top of his muffin. “Perhaps you should consider investing in a new type specialty.”

“Oh, or a Jellicent! One of those would be perfect against Clay. Except for his Seismitoad.” Emmet ponders for a moment, eyes pinched shut in deep thought. “What about—”

“Hey look, it’s Tweedledee and Tweedledum.” Finally, a savior! Unfortunately, Elesa’s relief sours as soon as she sees who exactly it is. “You guys know the station is like four blocks away, right?”

“We are perfectly aware of every subway entrance in the whole of the region,” Ingo declares. “And the closest one is just off of fifth, thank you very much.”

“Oh! Hey, Skyla!” Elesa’s voice peaks at the end of the name and she coughs awkwardly in her fist to try and cover it up— twisting in her chair so her bangs cut Ingo and Emmets mischievous faces out of her sight.

With a playful smile, Skyla pops the tab of her soda and gives a little mock salute. “Sup?”

“Not much. What brings you to Nimbasa?”

“Getting my last badge from Cas.” She takes a swig. “Forgot to actually grab it when I beat the gym so their trainers have been hunting me down for like a week.”

“Did you know Elesa still doesn’t have all her badges yet?”

Oh, she was going to throttle him.

“Oh man, really?” Skyla pulls over a chair from a nearby table, straddling it and resting her chin on its back as she sits. “Who do you have left?”

“Clay.”

“I beat him just fine.”

“You use flying types, Skyla.”

Emmet sips his espresso. “You have flying types. Two of them.”

“Yeah, well. He plans for things like that.” Honestly, it’s like they forget Rock Slide is a thing. And that’s not to mention how her Emolga work best togetherwhen they could swap in and out with Volt Switch, which is… not an option.

“Then get a new pokémon, just for this battle! An honorary yet vital member of the team. You’ll never have to use it again if you don’t want to.”

“What? No! I’m not just going to give up!”

Ingo shakes his head. “You wouldn’t be giving up, Elesa, you would be winning.”

“Basically the same thing if I do it like that.”

“I dunno, they do kinda have a point.” Skyla takes a drink of her soda, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. “You’re free to take my Swanna for the fight if you’d like. I dunno which pokémon he adds for late-stage gym challengers, but she’s sure to cover most of them.”

Emmet looks positively beside himself. “See!”

“I don’t want your Swanna! And I don’t want a Swanna, period, so would you all just drop it? I can handle this myself.”

“Like you’ve handled it just fine for the past… How long has it been since your first attempt?”

“Would you cut it out already? Dragons, just leave me alone.”

They don’t seem to hear her over the sounds of their own voices, rising steadily as the three of them start to bicker. Dragons, she hates how easily Skyla falls into this with the twins— it's only fun when she’s not the one those little shits decide to make fun of. Elesa raises her coffee to her lips and takes a shaky sip, trying to tame her nerves. And the boys know about all the… stuff with Skyla! It should be their job to make her look good!

She can’t even really hear them anymore, all of their words nothing more than a dull and tinny echo. Maybe it's because of the blood roaring in her ears, maybe it's just because she stopped paying attention. As Elesa takes another sip of her coffee, she forces herself back to attention and meets Emmet’s eyes. He doesn’t even say anything, just gets that look on his face: the one that he always gets before doing something really fucking stupid. Like rolling down that giant hill just outside of Mistralton in a tire.

He says it— whatever it is— and the response is instant. Ingo howls with laughter, clutching his stomach with one hand while he pounds on the table with the other, nearly choking on his own spit. Skyla makes a sound like a startled Unfezant and soda shoots out her nose, her face going bright red as she cackles. Normally, that would’ve been a sight Elesa welcomed. But she’s not stupid the pounding in her head made it impossible to hear but there’s only one thing that joke could’ve been about.

Her.

Elesa stands up so fast her chair topples over, drawing the attention of the other people at the café. She doesn’t care. Without a second thought she rips off the lid and throws her coffee in Emmet’s stupid smiling face, scooping her bag up off of the ground and stomping off. Elesa can hear him shouting after her as Ingo and Skyla scramble to grab napkins and save his shirt. Serves him right. Dragons above, that shit better stain and never come out.

She doesn’t have anywhere specific in mind, just away is enough. No one bats an eye as she barges past, the world melting away as she moves through the streets. Soon the crowds begin to thin out and mist cools Elesa’s face, wind whistling through steel girders as she moves swiftly across the bridge.

The air grows wetter and heavier, rain falling from the sky just as she steps off of the Driftveil Drawbridge. Elesa flips up the hood of her jacket and pushes forward.

Fine. Fucking fine. They thought she couldn’t do it? Might as well prove them wrong. She can do this and she will be doing it with the pokémon she likes. A voice in the back of her head tells her this isn’t a good idea, that it’s too late, she’s too angry, that her pokémon don’t need to see her like this. She squashes it like a bug beneath her shoe.

Elesa stomps up the hill that leads up to the Driftveil City Gym, her socks squelching with every step, oozing water and mud. When she crests the hill and arrives at the entryway of the gym, Elesa reaches for the door handle.

It’s fucking locked. Of course it is— why wouldn’t it be?

Deep down inside her, something breaks.

The scream Elesa lets out is like that of a wounded animal, and all she sees is red as she beats and pounds and scratches at the door. Tears pour from her eyes, mixing with the rain and the snot that streams down her face— it leaches into her pores and draws forth only more rage. Ugly, retching sobs shake her entire frame and Elesa’s screamed herself hoarse at this point but she just doesn’t care.

Her palms have gone red and the polish on her fingers flakes off as she continues to scream and scratch and hit, backing up only so she can deliver a heavy kick that leaves behind a muddy footprint behind on that stupid fucking door.

Eventually, she loses her footing and collapses in the mud, thunder rumbling overhead. Elesa doesn’t know how long she sits there, breath coming in jolting gasps.

“What in tarnation are you doin’ out in this rain?”

“…Motherfucker.”

“Quite the answer, there.” Clay moves towards the door, inspecting the muddy footprint with a raised brow. Elesa doesn’t budge. “What, ya just gonna stay out here in this downpour? Last thing you need right now is to catch a cold.”

“You can’t get sick from standing out in the rain.”

“My mama always said you could, and I’m gonna listen to her before I ever listen to you.”

Elesa crosses her arms, trying to hide how she shivers. “Yeah well, you lick rocks. Stop trying to give me advice.”

“You say that like it’s an insult, Miss Elesa.”

“It is!”

“I encourage you to come up with somethin’ else.” His keys jangle and the door is pushed open. “If you change your mind ‘bout the whole rain thing, door’ll be open.”

Clay disappears inside and Elesa glares at the gym, watching through the windows as the lights spring up. Its shining interior almost mocks her— but fuck that. She’s got a gym, a gym leader, and her pokémon are still safe in her bag. Rising to her feet, Elesa’s legs tremble like a newborn Deerling’s as she heaves the door open and enters.

“Get that jacket off of ya, you’ll freeze if you don’t,” Clay says, his back to her as he fusses with something over at the receptionist's desk. He’d been a lot smarter than her, umbrella held at his side.

“No,” Elesa says, stomping her foot. “I’m here for a battle.”

Clay turns to look at her, brows raised, and with a scoff he shakes his head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s outside business hours.”

“It shouldn’t be.”

“Talk to me about working overtime when you’ve got your own gym.”

“I will.” Crossing her arms, Elesa sticks her nose in the air. “What are you even looking for? If you’re going to punish me just get it over with already.”

“And exactly would I do that? Not like you did any real sort of damage.”

“What, you want me to?”

“Not particularly. If you’d really like to, go for it, but you’ll hafta pay for it.”

Clay seemed to find whatever it was he needed and turns, gesturing to one of the couches in the lobby: telling her to sit. Elesa’s tempted to say no but all that adrenaline from before is really starting to wear off, so she obliges.

“I’m surprised you showed up without the boys,” Clay grumbles as he sits. Dragons, of course he would say that. He’s still their uncle, after all. She still can’t really believe Clay’s married.

“We aren’t attached at the hip.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“They don’t need to be here anyway.” Her voice quiets, thin and wavering like a thread of silk. “They’ve both already gotten your badge.”

“So that's what this is about, is it?”

“I already told you that.” Under the florescent lights of the lobby, it’s impossible to hide the redness around her eyes and the blotchy, irritated patches on her cheeks. “It’s stupid. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe so. But if you don’t tend to the sapling it will never grow strong.” Elesa frowns down at her shoes, not really sure what that was supposed to mean. “Don’t pretend, darlin’— it won’t do you any good.”

Elesa tucks her knees up under her chin and squeezes her eyes shut. When she speaks next, her voice is just barely a whisper. “Sometimes I wish all of this would just go away.”

“I know.”

“And like— it’s not just them.” Her eyes are starting to burn again, the beginnings of tears pricking at their corners. “Girl stuff too, I guess.”

“Skyla, hm?”

Elesa chokes on her own spit.

“Don’t look so shocked, I have eyes. When yer not with the twins you're with her. It’s always you four running around causin’ problems. And don’t pretend you’re subtle or nothin: you youngins have lost the art of nuance.” Clay grunts. “So what, they givin’ you shit?”

A single-shouldered shrug. “Something like that.”

He scoffs, and Elesa knows the twins are going to be ripped a new one next time they see Clay.

“The boys… there’s somethin’ I’ve noticed about them over the years,” he starts. “They’ve always had that natural talent; somethin’ they got from Drayden— skipped over their father, mind you. There’s work put into it, sure, but nothing ever gives them enough pushback to lose in the way they need it.”

“You want them to lose?”

“Almighty— I’ve been prayin’ for it since the day I first met ‘em.” He laughs. “When it comes, and it will, those boys aren’t going to know what to do with themselves. Later on it is, the worse it’ll be.”

Elesa’s started to pick at her nail polish, miniscule flakes breaking away and dusting the couch cushion. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Those with more diverse teams— they tend to focus on their strengths too much. Strike hard and fast and get it all over with as quick as they can. You think differently. Just somethin’ that comes with the trade. Specialists like us, we know what it means to lose. We’ve always gotta be aware of our faults because everyone else is too. All the time.”

“I guess. But still, I just don’t know how to beat you.”

“Same thing you do to every other trainer: knock out all their pokémon.” Clay shrugs. “I know you’ll get it one day, and don’t think I’m sayin’ that just to say it. You’ve challenged my gym six times, and every time you end up comin’ back. In too deep to call it quits.”

He’s got a point.

“All that’s to say… don’t take your own experiences for granite.”

It catches her off guard, so unexpected she almost wonders if she heard him wrong.

Elesa raises her head, eyes wide. “I— did you just..?”

“You’re pretty darn good at it, but it’s best to keep your coal around the twins. They’re gniess boys, but…”

It takes all her strength for Elesa to hold back her laughter. “What, they’re full of schist?”

“That’s right. And if you ever need assi-stones in keeping them under control, you just let me know.”

She can’t help it anymore— Elesa’s whole body shakes as she howls with laughter, tears springing out of her eyes as she hoots and hollers. Her face aches from how hard she smiles.

[all-lars-bars]

I never posted about that Rottmnt/Submas AU I made, did I?

[ghostypetrainer]

okay continuing off this silly little AU idea:

Imagine being Irida in this AU. You get word from Jubilife that something has happened to Warden Ingo. They do not tell you what, mostly because it sounds absurd. You quickly make your way to Jubilife, head into the medical corps building... and find that your warden has turned into a teenager.

No worries though! He’s fine otherwise. Also the other skyfaller is an adult now.

Akari is having the time of her life teasing Rei now that she’s older. This backfires her when instead of referring to her as “big sister” Rei just calls her “aunt”.

generally speaking the Pearl Clan still treats Ingo as the adult he is internally... but sometimes they can’t help but let themselves slip. Except Calaba who remains as unchanging as ever.

once Melli recovers from his shock, there is so much taunting from his end. You need to respect your elders, Warden Ingo.

Ingo voice: yeah okay grandpa

(Ingo has unlocked rude mode. It’s only reserved for Melli.)

Imagine you’re Volo. You arrive in Jubilife to get the young skyfaller’s help in collecting the rest of the plates. She’s an adult now. You have no idea how that happened either.

If it doesn’t get fixed before they return to the present- and let’s face it, it probably doesn’t for the sole reason that there’s more hijinks to be had- Emmet just has a field day with his brand new younger older brother.

the first thing Akari does once she gets back to the future and establishes everything with her mom (who. did not expect her daughter to come back as a fully fledged adult already) is go on a shopping spree. none of her clothes fit anymore!! she can’t just keep wearing her clothes from hisui!!!

Ingo probably puts it off for as long as possible bc he knows the prospect will excite Elesa terribly. It’s only after he trips on his own pants for the fifth time in a row in one day that he admits defeat.

(Elesa does, in fact, get very excited. They spend the whole day shopping. It’s exhausting.)

He gets a new hat and coat to fit his smaller frame, of course. Elesa spend a whole hour taking pictures.

Emmet tells everyone at Gear Station that Ingo is back and will be returning to work soon! He does not tell them that he currently looks 15 years old. This is on purpose.

Looking like a teenager absolutely does not stop Ingo from acting like the older brother he is. He will still lecture Emmet about taking care of himself and forcibly drag him away when he’s getting too over-excited and thus too overbearing. This is an impressive feat given that he’s now a foot shorter than his brother!

(he did not lose any of his hisui-gained muscle tone or calluses. he’s very grateful for the latter- they were a pain to develop, he didn’t want to have to go through that again.)

Once the situation is eventually rectified, Emmet does not give their employees any warning that Ingo looks like an adult again. This is also on purpose.

(some of them may have forgotten that their second Boss was in fact, not actually a teenage boy. oops.)

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Emmet, referring to Y/n’s jerk of a manager, who made her go to work sick: Let's destroy everything that's dear to him. Let's indoctrinate him into the cathedral of agony.

Ingo, huffy: I'm going to write him a very stern letter!

Emmet:...

Emmet, Sarcastic: You're a regular Mad Max aren't you.

[teakoro]

Practice

[tangential-hooligan]

I see your Emo Ingo and I raise you a Skaterboy Emmet (he just got those vibes for me tbh)

I like the teenager fanart for the Trainbois so I made my own and I think they look good here :3

Btw they’re planning a trip to Claire’s with Elesa heheh c:

[bytebun]

anti social social club (weekly meetings on mt. coronet)

[blaiddraws]

stimmy excited teen submas be upon ye

[hoofpeet]

My favorite reunion scenario is where Ingo manages to get back to Unova on his own, except it’s not really a big dramatic event and he doesn’t get his memories back, so he just hangs out in Nimbasa for a while until he happens to run into Emmet somewhere completely randomly

[kelpiemomma]

Local Teenager Unwittingly Challenges Local Train Men! They Accept!

Pokemon Harvest Moon idea where, after finding her passed out not only on her farm but around town, Ingo and Emmet try to encourage Akari to take better care of herself- for their sake, if not her own. Grumpy and embarrassed at passing out and being picked up by them (yet again...) Akari unintentionally challenges them. The twins realize that she has brought up a good idea and agree to look into it. Not what she intended but she’s not going to complain!

Note: this is not ship art! I just think it'd be funny if they were like "we will just both be your dads" dad 1 and dad 2. Dingo and Demmet. Akari can't get away with shit with them both as Dad.

transcript under cut

TOP LEFT Ingo: Miss Akari, can you please stop overworking yourself and passing out? Emmet: Yes, please! It is VEERRRY stressful to find you looking dead! ♥

TOP RIGHT Akari: You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my dads.

BOTTOM LEFT Ingo and Emmet: !

BOTTOM RIGHT Emmet: Hello Elesa! We are fathers now! Ingo: We have adopted Akari. You are now an aunt. Elesa: you WHAT?!?!

[familyofpaladins]

To all writers who post on ao3 and are writing fics that dont have ships and/or aren't focused on romance,

Please, I am BEGGING you, use the GEN category!!

That's literally what its for!!

So MANY times I've gone to a fandom to look for fics, and I don't want to read about ships or be romance focused, and i use the gen category to filter out those fics , but when i search I hardly find any gen fics!

But then I happen across a writer and go check out their other fics and guess what? They have a ton of amazing gen fics!!! But it was only pure luck that i found the author, and if i hadn't, I never would have found their amazing fics!!

And that makes me wonder how many other awesome fics am I missing out on because it doesnt have a category mark or uses the "other" category

Please please, I wanna read your gen fics, help me find them easier by marking the gen category

[manchasama]

Funny thought, bird Pokémon see the sad wings on Rei/Akari/Ingo and just go “No”. Like adult pokemon just look at them and go “ These things have no idea how to care for themselves.” Like Ingo is doing okay-ish, he is being smart about not getting eaten, feeding himself,but the younger one/s, look out! Multiple adult bird Pokémon have attempted to adopt the young ones. Like any large birds they catch get pushy trying to feed them berries maybe even trying to brood them. Like the rowlet even tried getting a shot at the sad feathers or demonstrating how feather care works!

I don't know about wild pokemon, since they are more aggressive in hisui and all. But all the pokemon they capture that have feathered wings? Faaaaair game! Even the ones they let go, which I suppose still count as wild lol.

Akari and Rei traveling through the Obsidian Fields are mobbed by starlys. Just covered in tiny birds that preen what feathers they can reach from their shoulders, attempting to nip the handkerchief or hat off so they can preen their hair. The one alpha staraptor they'd let go in the area will often divebomb them. Not to attack, oh no, but to sit on them like a wayward chick.