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tobitatsuu‌:

★ —            klinklang’s charge beam hit like  — what daiki imagines to be  — a low-grade atomic weapon. it all happened so quickly: the bout of too much light, an interruption of the chaos, or perhaps just a different breed of it. and now the two rockets are running from the law. not some rented-out losers with prop badges, but the real deal, the boys in blue  — cops. 

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Link didn’t resist as the Pikachu was wrenched out of his arm; the pokemon had barely struggled against him anyway, so it must have been useless at any rate. The grunt’s feet moved quickly -- running was always something he had been good at. At the bottom of the stairs he flung open the emergency exit leading out into the alley behind the department store. They weave through the back  He was ready to keep going until Daiki’s voice, through ragged breaths, reached out and stopped him in his tracks.

The blonde hesitated. He looked back at his old superior with a look of subdued uncertainty for a moment before deciding to hang back. Link leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on the brick exterior of a nearby building to support himself as he caught his own breath. Daiki lit up a cigarette beside him and, along with the smoke that exited his lungs a few pointed words dug into Link’s side.

Link was far from a genius, but he wasn’t naive. He knew that he was a tiny, insignificant piece of a very large machine -- a pawn, and a very replaceable one at that. But the street went both ways; he was using Team Rocket just as much as Team Rocket used him.

“That a serious question?” Link shot Daiki an aggravated look. “Why else would I still be runnin’ with Rocket? Puts food on the table.”

That was the simple answer, of course. There were lots of things Link could be doing that would pay the bills -- but he had been with Team Rocket since he was a kid, and old habits didn’t die easily. Besides, crime was in his blood. Some people were just born to live and die that kind of life. 

The mention of food elicited a loud growl from his stomach in response. Link’s face twisted into a grimace. “Hey, you owe me lunch. I’d be neck-deep in Fire Blast Noodles if you hadn’t run into me back there.”

𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔫 ; ★ link

[trashgrunt]

☁ - Althea & Link

@mexhanics

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☁ - for link + daiki !

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tobitatsuu‌:

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          well, this is an unexpected turn of events. the young man shoves daiki, and he, once again, falls right on his ass. daiki gives the security guard an apologetic once-over. surely, that kid’s punch will leave a gnarly bruise.  — stop wasting time, daiki! move your ass ! 

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Things had gone from zero to one-hundred in a blink of an eye; it seemed that Link wasn’t the only member of Team Rocket on a shopping trip that day, and also not the only one to recognize Daiki’s face. Link didn’t particularly know or care what was going on around him -- he was about to make his escape when a bright flash of light stopped him in his tracks. He felt the tucked the Pikachu under his arm as he felt his feet sweep out from underneath him, bracing for impact--

There was a dull ringing in his ears and an ache in his ribcage when he opened his eyes. Link laid there silently for a few moments, catching his breath. He was still cradling the Pikachu in his arms as he slowly sat up and looked around. The immediate area around him was completely trashed, and the other grunts were scattered about the floor, either unconscious or too dazed to move. He looked down at the pokemon he was holding in the crook of his elbow and sighed when he confirmed that it was safe.

“Yo!” Still sitting on the polished floor, surrounded by shards of broken glass and unconscious grunts, he shouted out toward Daiki. He struggled for a second to get to his feet, sill trying to catch his breath after the hard fall. “Ya tryin’ to kill your own pokemon, or what?”

He held the Pikachu up, a bit gentler than before while still keeping a firm grip to keep it from squirming away. There was dust and glass everywhere -- bystanders surrounded the wreckage and cautiously assessed the damage with shocked expressions. Link and Daiki seemed to be the only two left standing in the aftermath of the chaotic situation and the grunt felt a twinge of something -- was that relief? Hell no. Link may not have been actively trying to get Daiki caught up in Rocket again, but he didn’t care what happened to him.

That’s what he told himself, but as he heard the distant sounds of radio chatter -- security was calling for police backup -- Link grabbed Daiki’s arm briefly on his way past and yanked him along beside him as he continued toward the exit. Flinging open the door to the fire escape, the blonde barked over the earsplitting sound of the alarm. “I just wanted some goddamn noodles.”

𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔫 ; ★ link

[trashgrunt]

𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬    → daiki + link 

i was attracted to danger  that’s why i can’t hang with cool gang  everyone’s a trigger ( bang ! ) goodbye, bad bones, i’ve got bigger plans

requested by @trashgrunt​

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punktxt‌:

Dallas watched as the other pointed out the red “R” on their uniform. The letter told him one thing; Team Rocket. But in all honesty, Dallas wasn’t impressed.

Team Rocket paraded around terrorizing both the Kanto and Johto Regions and stealing any Pokemon for profit. To the locals, Team Rocket were the bad guys. To Dallas, Team Rocket was just another gang of low-lives. And Dallas seen his fair share of gangs.

The male let out a yawn in reply to the grunt’s statement about the warehouse. “Don’t care.” Dallas said, mocking the other.

“Besides,” Dallas turned out his pockets to show the other he had no Pokeballs on him. “I didn’t bring my Pokemon with me.” That was lie, but the other didn’t need to know that. 

Before he showed himself to the other, he told the two Pokemon he did bring – His Cacturn and Krookodile – to stay hidden and wait until Dallas gave the signal to attack and make a speedy escape.

“I’m sure you fought my kid brother without Pokemon, so I’m going to enjoy this.” Dallas smirked and cracked his knuckles.

Link’s grin faded quickly into a very aggravated expression as the other claimed that he didn’t have any pokemon with him. Well wasn’t that a pain -- now Link was expected to go through the effort of kicking this guy’s ass without anything to show for the effort?

The grunt clicked his tongue in annoyance as he watched the blue haired male crack his knuckles. At any rate it didn’t look like the intruder was going to leave without a fight.

“Damn it.” He straightened up from his leaning position and began to close off the distance between himself and the stranger. “Payback, justice-- whatever the fuck you came here for-- none of that means shit to me. This is a job, ya know? Keeps my ass off the streets. Nothin’ personal. But Team Rocket doesn’t take kindly to dipshits walkin’ into our turf like they own the place -- feel me?”

Link stopped in front of the intruder and leaned in, very much in the other’s personal space. He was really looking forward to a lazy evening so he hoped he could simply scare this guy off with as little effort as possible. “I’ll give you the same warnin’ I gave your kid brother: fightin’s only gonna make it worse for you. You better fuckin’ leave while you can still walk on your own.”

Oh, Brother; Dallas & Link

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hemsoka‌:

Vayne was absolutely giddy, he was definitely cute. He didn’t seem too bright however, something in the back of her head itched that was didn’t know who he was. That or he was too stupid to care, she couldn’t tell which but he was definitely coming onto her. 

Before she could continue their little sparring session, his voice sent her into a mini daze. Vayne was starting to think he was definitely some kind of idiot. While she was momentarily distracted, he managed to pull the knife away from his neck. His hand was now locked around her wrist. 

His free arm propped him up just enough to help lead his lips to hers. The action caused Vayne to tense up for a moment. Sad to say, when you’re as scary as she was affection didn’t happen often. How would she attempt to get the upper-hand now. Her free hand took up residence on his chest somehow, pulling back on her own slightly she smiled.

Lifting her free hand, she touched his neck nearby where she cut him however not directly on it. “What is it about you that’s making me feel right at home, I wonder?” 

She pulled away too quickly for Link’s liking; he was enjoying the dangerous situation more than he should have. Her expression was adorable, still glowing faintly and she was still smiling. At least she wasn’t angry -- it wouldn’t have been a good reaction for him considering their position.

He could feel her light touch on his neck and loosened his grip slightly on her hand, although he didn’t release it completely.

"Dunno... maybe it’s because you belong with me.” Link grinned. He obviously had no shame, saying something like that to a girl he’d just met. Suddenly, he seemed to realize that he really had no idea who this girl was, but now that he thought about it her face looked vaguely familiar. “So what’s your name anyway, princess?”

grunt² / vayne & link

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tobitatsuu‌:

@trashgrunt

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          “ if team rocket wants a fight, i’ll give ‘em a damn war , ” daiki grumbles under his breath, hands on his narrow hips. he scans the shelf for supplies with his chest out; and he exudes such faux self-assurance, you’d think he actually has his shit together. paranoid boy: on the verge of choking, matching patron’s averted eyes with his sunken cheek. maybe, the rare color of his pikachu is what’s getting all the attention. arrogant boy: it’s not always about you.

 — carbos, zinc, elixir. “ what is this shit ? ” daiki swipes an orange glass bottle, and with squinted eyes, inspects the label. a nutritious drink for pokemon! “ 4900 fucking dollars ? ” daiki curses, louder than intended. “ pika ? ” the pokemon’s ears and tail twitch. the daunting eyes of strangers bore holes into the biker’s temples.

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Link yawned as he ambled lazily along, carelessly bumping shoulders with nearly everyone he passed on the busy sidewalk. It was past noon but he had woken up less than an hour ago, stomach growling angrily and with no food to his name. He had decided to make a trip to stock up on his favorite flavor of cup noodles, which was unfortunately only available at the department store. It was a bit out of the way, but the reward was worth it; his stomach grumbled loudly once again as the large building came into sight.

Just as he approached the automatic doors and was about to walk inside a very tall and lanky figure rushed out, slamming into him and sending them both into the hard concrete. “What-- the fuck...!” Link yelped out in pain and shock. The two were sprawled awkwardly on the sidewalk, each trying to separate from the other. A second later the they were ripped apart -- Link felt a sharp sting as some of his disheveled hair went along with the other’s zipper.

“Ow! Arceus, would ya fuckin’ take it easy?” The blonde brought a hand up to the sore spot, a very agitated expression settling onto his features as he stood to his feet.

Now that he could have a good look at the person who ran into him, Link immediately recognized him. The pink hair, gaunt face, and of course -- the telltale red “R” on his chest. That was the one and only, Daiki Kanemoto. Just as the pieces clicked together in Link’s head, Daiki's desperate tone of voice snapped the rocket grunt out of his thoughts. "Huh?”

"Oh, right. This dipshit’s with me.” There was a very unpleasant -- even downright evil grin on his face as he said the words.  The security guard quirked an eyebrow at the blonde’s odd expression but his grip on the ex-grunt remained firm.

“Is that so? Well, even if that’s the case, this one’s caused quite enough trouble so I’m going to have to...” Link had stopped listening to the man as he continued his boring speech. I don’t have time for this shit, the grunt thought with a sigh. It was time to take matters into his own hands, and quickly before more rent-a-cops decided to show up.

Without a second thought Link’s knuckles connected with the guard’s face with an audible crack. The sucker punch caused the man to release his hold on both Daiki and the Pikachu in an instant as he stumbled backwards, clutching his nose with both hands. “Time to go!” Link shoved Daiki in a random direction as he broke into a run, reaching down to pick up the Pikachu by the scruff as he passed it.

𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔫 ; ★ link

[trashgrunt]

I met a girl who never looked so alone Like sugar water in your mouth lukewarm She tied a cherry stem for me with her tongue We fell in love and now we’re both alone

❤ for vayne & @trashgrunt ! | song

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hemsoka‌:

Class was just droning on, Vayne had no intention of coming to class. Hoping to had met up with Link before classes even started. However she was caught off guard during her escape in the opposite direction of class by a security guard who escorted her to her early morning nightmare. 

Yawning loudly with no regard for teacher or classmates, she kept her eyes focused on the clock. The bell finally rang and she was headed to the door in a heartbeat. Grabbing her mini backpack that held her phone and maybe a pen if it was a good day. Today wasn’t one of those days. As she wiggled out of the doorway between the students fleeing the scene as if their lives depended on it. 

As she exited the room, Link caught her by the hand and pulled hr in for a kiss. Only to be stopped by a nearby teacher for the males display of affection for his girlfriend. He was so cute as he talked back towards the teacher. The way Link talked to authority, it made any adults blood boil.

“Hey,” She finally got out as the Teacher made their exit. “Ugh seriously, I was hoping you’d want to ditch.”

Linking her arm into his, she began to pull him away towards the nearest and most unused exit. “Did you want to go somewhere in particular?” 

"You know I don’t care where we go as long as we’re together.” Link grinned as he gently flicked the end of her nose. He was walking lazily with his hands in the pockets of his sagging pants, allowing himself to be dragged along toward one of the back exits. As a general rule, Link hated everyone at the school -- but ever since Vayne had managed to weasel her way into his heart he didn’t even feel like a complete person whenever she wasn’t around.

He stepped ahead of her just in time to push the door open. Once they were outside he snaked his arm around her small shoulders and pulled her close to his side, planting a kiss on top of her head.

“How ‘bout our usual spot?” Link suggested as he glanced around, keeping an eye out for anyone who might try to stop them. There was an old arcade that was an ideal place to ditch school because the owners didn’t seem to mind as long you were there to spend money. He heard a shout behind them and cursed loudly. “Ah, fuck. C’mon!”

He reached out and grabbed Vayne’s hand as he started running, laughing as he looked over his shoulder at the faculty member who had called out their names. The teacher didn’t even bother trying to give chase, and the blonde delinquent raised a middle-fingered salute over his head just before he and Vayne disappeared around the corner of the building.

ride or die (school au event) / vayne & link

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ride or die (school au event) / vayne & link

@hemsoka

Link was having a cigarette in the boys restroom on the first floor of the school, killing time before the bell. He had a forged hall pass in his pocket, although that wouldn’t do him any good if he was caught smoking in the building. He checked his watch -- two minutes before the end of third period. He took one final huff before tossing the cigarette butt into one of the urinals on the way out.

He made his way through the halls with his hands in his pockets, thankfully managing to avoid the hall monitors on his way to his destination. When the bell finally rang he was leaning against the wall outside of one of the classrooms, and when his girlfriend stepped out he took her small hand in his and pulled her aside to greet her with a peck on the lips, but before their lips could meet--

“Lincoln! No public displays of affection on school property. This is your final warning; if I have to tell you again--”

"Yeah, you’ll send me to the office. Don’t you have--what the hell do teachers even do. Don’t you have some papers to grade or somethin’?” Link scoffed as he straightened his posture slightly. 

"You’re on thin ice, Lincoln,” the teacher narrowed his eyes at the senior before disappearing back into the classroom, quietly hoping for Link to be suspended again soon so that he wouldn’t have to put up with his attitude for a few days.

“Hey, babe,” he returned his attention toward Vayne with a look of aggravation on his face. It wasn’t even lunch time yet and Link had already had enough of this accursed learning establishment for the day. “Let’s get outta here.”

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This couple/ship needs more LOOOVVE! ♥

Art by: @kacchantbh (or so I’ve been told. I can’t read the small signature on the bottom right)

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saffronist‌:

@trashgrunt

she’s got a bad feeling in her gut. call it intuition, or maybe she’s developed a weird sense for when things are going to head south, but sabrina knows something is wrong. 

she just hopes - for her sake - that it is something she can handle.

an alarm goes off at the shop across the street, and sabrina lets out a sigh.

she can already hear her mother chewing her out about appearances — a gym leader is supposed to protect the city and its people— she’s heard it all before. her pokeball floats from her pocket and in a second, espeon is at her side. [ we’re going to see what’s going on ] she communicates to the feline. 

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To say that Link was having a shitty night was an understatement. Since Team Rocket’s higher-ups had decided to increase the organization’s influence in Kanto he had been temporarily posted to Saffron City until they’d recruited enough grunts to maintain their presence in the region. And although he was usually only responsible for mundane tasks that required little more than physical labor he now found himself with a decidedly more involved assignment -- which was stirring up random chaos in the city to spread the message: Team Rocket is back. 

Normally Link would be more than happy to have a reason to raise hell but this time nothing seemed to be going his way.

“What do you mean there’s no money in the register -- what kinda shop are you runnin’, lady?” Link pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand as he tapped the barrel of his handgun on the counter in frustration. The poor woman behind the register whimpered in fear at the haphazard gesture as he deliberated his next move; he couldn’t simply leave empty-handed.  How was Saffron City supposed to fear Team Rocket if he couldn’t even rob a simple convenience store? “Whatever, just, put all the candy you have in a bag -- now, lady, I don’t have all goddamn night!”

A crash toward the back of the store disrupted his demands and he whipped his body around to face the sound.

“What the fuck was that?” He growled. Honestly there was no end to the struggle -- now he had some hero trying to sneak up on him from behind. He jabbed a finger threateningly at the woman who appeared to be frozen in place. “Keep stuffin’ those bags, and don’t even think about tryin’ anything funny.”

Forgoing any hint of caution Link immediately headed toward the back of the shop to locate the source of the noise. Turning the corner around one of the shelves he found a dark-haired woman and an espeon with a broken bottle on the floor between them. He had seen the woman’s face somewhere before, but he couldn’t place where he’d seen it.

“Hey, you look familiar. Where do I know ya from?” He pointed the gun lazily at her and you could practically hear the cobwebbed gears in his head beginning to turn.

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hemsoka‌:

Somehow she felt powerless for a moment. His compliment shook her to the core, most grunts were terrified of her. No one wanted to get closer to her, he was attempting something she’d never had happen to her before.

“y-you think i’m pretty?”

Vaynes eyes lit up with a newfound sense of joy, he lifted his head to be closer which resulted in her knife slicing at his neck. Her grip tightened on the knife, despite his compliment she refused to falter. His nose touched hers which caused her to let out a soft gasp. Dropping her voice into a low growl she smiled to show her fangs.

“Do you think you can just win with words? You’ve gotta step up if you want to come off as attractive. I love a fighter.”

Something about her starry-eyed expression made his heart skip a beat; there was something strangely pure and innocent in her smile that he couldn’t seem to ignore in spite of the sharp metal cutting his skin that suggested otherwise.

At this point he still wasn’t sure how seriously he should be taking the situation -- if the girl had an odd idea of fun or if she was a straight up nutcase, but he figured that she was somewhere in the middle. Talking his way through situations wasn’t Link’s preferred method of problem-solving, so when she playfully invited him to take action he was happy to oblige. 

“Just don’t kill me, alright? Although gettin’ killed by an angel wouldn’t be the worst way to die,” he half-teased her before encircling his hand around her small wrist to pull the knife away from his neck. His movements weren’t too sudden, nor particularly cautious as he used his free arm to prop himself up just enough for his smirking lips to meet hers.

grunt² / vayne & link

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hemsoka‌:

Her knees touched the ground as she was straddled on top of him, the soft padding of the training room floor making sure he didn’t crack open his head and scramble his brains all over it. He was handsome, what was his name? Lincoln or something. He had an old mans name, it was not even a little cute. 

Vayne felt her face heat up at his comment, her knife still pressed against his skin. Her grip on it unwavering, even if he was a teammate showing weakness could make you fail your mission in an instant. Leaning in towards him, she let her weight rest on him. Her face just inches away from his.

“If you want to meet real angels, I could just finish the job now?” 

She was cute, especially as her cheeks flushed and she leaned closer with a devilish glint in her eyes. Link couldn’t explain it, but he couldn’t seem to look away -- her playful threats didn’t bother him quite as much as they should have. 

“I don’t think there are any real angels where I’m goin’.” Link teased her with a smirk. “I doubt any of ‘em are prettier than you, anyway.”

Their faces were already close, but Link lifted his head from the padded floor until their noses were nearly touching, feeling a sharp sting on his neck as the blade pierced his skin and drew a thin line of blood. “So if it’s alright with you, I’d rather stay right here.”

grunt² / vayne & link

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punktxt‌:

You are challenged by @trashgrunt​!

“Pressy, what happened?”

Dallas was cleaning up blood from his younger brother’s face. It was apparent that Preston got into a fight, but why? And how? This confused the older brother. What did you get into?

This was suppose to be a fun trip. Preston was out for the summer, and Dallas wanted him to travel with him to Johto before school started back up. Yet, for some reason, while Dallas was away getting food for the two, Preston thought it was a good idea to explore the shadier parts of Goldenrod City. By the time that Dallas came back, the 14-year-old was beaten up. Badly.

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“C’mon, kid, don’t make me tell you again. Just hand ‘em over.” Link had tried to warn the young trainer. Even after the pokemon had been forcibly taken from him the kid continued to resist, even with the odds stacked dangerously against him. It was almost admirable, but unfortunately for the boy it took a lot more than just guts to stand up to Team Rocket. As the three grunts turned their backs to him, his face now tear-streaked and bruised, Link spat onto the dirt. “You got off easy this time, kid. Learn how to pick your battles.”

Very easy, in fact -- no broken bones, not even any blood. Things could have certainly ended much worse. The kid was lucky that he hadn’t ended up in the hospital.

Later that evening Link was alone in the warehouse, where the grunts had loaded up the stolen pokemon to be transported to headquarters in the morning, and he had been stuck guarding the shipments. He was in the process of falling asleep as he sat on one of the crates with his back leaning against the wall when a voice (very rudely) jolted him out of his cat nap.

“Huh?” The grunt snorted as he jumped off the crate and landed on his feet, red eyes scanning the room as he tried to process the words that had just been spoken to him. His mind was still halfway in a sleepy haze when his gaze landed on a blue-haired stranger. A silence fell between them as Link’s mind slowly began to wrap around the situation.

"Oh, right. The kid.” Link leaned back onto the crate, starting to feel a bit aggravated that his nap had been disturbed. “So you must be, what -- his brother, or somethin’? You here to even the score? Get payback for your baby brother?” The grunt scoffed, nearly gagging at the sentiment. "Hell, I’m glad I don’t have a brother to fight my battles for me -- it’s no wonder he was such a whiny little runt.”

The corner of his lips twisted upward into an arrogant smirk; Link definitely hadn’t gotten any enjoyment out of knocking a little kid around, but bagging the big brother’s pokemon would feel much more rewarding. “Anyway, you picked the wrong people the fuck around with. D’you even know who owns this building?” He tapped the red “R” on the front of his uniform. “You’re not leavin’ til you hand over your Pokemon.”

Oh, Brother; Dallas & Link