#Ash x Misty

[enchantedmyth]

Ash, Misty, Alola!

According to a dear friend, this drawing is probably my Magnum Opus.

[missmaymaple]

ONE SCENE FROM EVERY EPISODE OF POKEMON

EP003: Ash Catches a Pokemon

[incorrectpokemon-quotes]

Cilan: Are you two friends?

Misty: No.

Ash: Yes.

Ash & Misty stare at each other:

Misty: We're married?

Ash, voice breaking: But ... Are we not friends?

[neica-chan-92]

Pokeshipping Horizon 🌈🌅

Wherever you are...

Wherever I am...

In every act I'll look for you.

After many months of hiatus, I'm posting this new art. Enjoy and share it! 🤗

#Pokemon #AshPokemon #MistyPokemon #AshxMisty #SatoKasu #Pokeshipping

[penguinclover]

Mermaid's knight

[animationgirl89]

[myberrylove]

The drawing was supposed to be part of the pokeshipping week… I didn't have time to publish it, unfortunately.

Yes, I know, the kiss on the hat theme isn't new, but it seemed nice to draw it.

Small proposal for those who like to write something, write a short dialogue or a mini story inspired by this drawing (in English, Spanish or Italian).

Tag me and I will insert the link under the drawing. I'm always happy to read something about pokeshipping.

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Yeeeeah! Here is the first fic inspired by this drawing! *happy*

Story written by @sykilik101 Thank you! 😘

[becasart]

Olddddddd pokeshipping stuff I have in my sketchbook. I still kinda like it so :) here I am sharin em.

[ashxketchum]

WILL YOU BE #MY STEADY VALENTINE ? ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

A small Valentine-themed Pokeshipping event which will run from 14th to 17th February!

Some pointers to keep in mind:

📌 Any and all content is welcome as long as it's your own or you have permission from the owner to share it. 

📌 For those who want to follow specific prompts, the options are: 'chocolate, 'kiss', 'heart' and 'red & white'.

Tracked tags for the event are: #Pokeshipping and #My Steady Valentine

Twitter announcement.

[courageousfaolan]

Anyone else notice this?

[enchantedmyth]

Newly weds!

While drawing this, I couldn't shake the idea of writing a wedding fic. I hope to find time to (finally) write a chaotic wedding featuring these lovable idiots.

[incorrectpokemon-quotes]

Ash: Am I in trouble?

Misty: Take a guess.

Ash: No?

Misty: Take another guess

[i-am-sleepyzz]

Pokeshiping as the kagamines in love and hate <3

How do we feel about the glowy bits in the background?

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

aka Satoshi/Kasumi

reason: Probably the oldest pokemon anime ship... feel like it was a lot of people's first ever ship too

[seecarrun]

“You can, like, tell him you like him now, you know.”

Misty looks away from the TV to raise a skeptical eyebrow at Lily, who blinks at her innocently.

“What? You can! It’s like, totally not embarrassing anymore.” She points to the TV where Ash is excitedly recounting his battle with Leon for probably the hundredth time since his victory. “He’s World Champion.”

Misty studies Lily for a moment, trying to decipher exactly what she’s talking about, when something finally kind of clicks. “What do mean embarrassing?” she asks suspiciously. Lily shrugs.

“I mean, I totally get why you didn’t tell him before. Total dweeb alert. But he’s kind of cool now, so I say go for it.”

“You think,” Misty begins slowly, in an attempt to keep herself from snapping, “I haven’t told him I like him because I’m embarrassed?”

“I would be,” Lily says with a shrug.

“Lily! That’s not the reason!” Misty cries, holding the bridge of her nose to hopefully hold off her headache. “I don’t want to tell him because he’s my best friend and if he doesn’t like me back, things will be weird!”

Lily hums, pursing her lips in thought. “Really? I guess I’ve never had to, like, worry about anyone not liking me back before.”

Misty rolls her eyes. “I am not having this conversation.”

“Aww, come on, little sister!” she coos, wrapping her arm around Misty’s shoulder. “Go get your man!”

Misty shrugs off her arm, probably more aggressive than entirely necessary, and sends her sister a not exactly kind gesture over her shoulder as she turns the corner, ignoring her affronted gasp with a small, self-satisfied smirk.

And for the record, if she happens to pack up and run off to find Ash the next day, it is totally, completely unrelated.

[sykilik101]

Hook, Line, and Sin

So this [LIME] was a collab with @hollylu-ships-it; she showed me some artwork, and I was like "Bet, I'll write a snippet for this." If you wanna see the artwork, you can go here. (I know I already said it, but this is a lime, so it's kinda spicy; children, go to bed.)

Water. Lemonade. Water. Lemonade.

The decision had been weighing on Ash’s mind for the longest 30 seconds, his eyes darting between the two bottles sitting in the fridge. His hand slowly reached towards the water, but hesitated; the lemonade beckoned to him, equally as tantalizing. He motioned towards the citrusy drink, but faltered once more. Did he really want something sugary this late at night?

Ring ring!

Ash practically jumped out of his skin, the stillness of the kitchen amplifying the phone’s ringing. Who in their right mind would be calling at this hour? Another ring echoed through the silence, and with a small huff Ash chucked the refrigerator door closed before yanking the phone off the hook.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Ash!”

He blinked. “...Mist?”

“The one and only!”

“Is, uh, something wrong?”

“What, am I not allowed to call you?”

“No, but…” Ash leaned back against the countertop, “Couldn’t you just, y’know-”

“Aw, come on, Ash, phone calls are so romantic, don’t you think?”

Ash rolled his eyes with a grin, shaking his head as he twirled the phone cord in his fingers. “So how was your day, Mist?”

“It was pretty good. I won almost all of my Gym matches today; I only gave away one Cascade Badge.”

“You actually lost? Sounds to me like you’re getting a bit rusty.”

“Hey, at least he actually won his badge, unlike some trainers.”

Ash crossed one ankle over the other, his tapping foot reverberating in the kitchen. “I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten you a few times since that battle.”

“But not in an official Gym battle.”

He could practically see the snarky grin splayed across her lips, and the way she bobbed her head side to side when she was winning one of their many squabbles. The bad news was that she’d gotten annoyingly good at that; the good news was he’d gotten even better at rolling with her punches.

“It wouldn’t be a fair fight if we battled, Mist. I am a Pokémon Monarch, after all.”

“Politoed versus Corphish.”

“...I threw that match so you could battle Clauncher.”

She giggled into the phone. Her laughter injected warmth straight into his veins, as it had always done even before “I love you” first escaped their adolescent lips. Hands held where nobody could catch them, her eyes lighting up when a Mantyke was newly born, an impassioned kiss after a week absent each other; these were a handful of memories that had helped forge Misty’s spot in his heart. It was an endlessly warm spot, one that never failed to make him smile.

“Are you sure about that? I seem to remember you trying your best to win.”

“You’re probably just remembering wrong. It was a few years ago now.”

“Whatever you say, Monarch.”

Her voice dripped with sarcasm and mockery; she knew she was still winning. “You haven’t called me that in a while.”

“Really? You sure you’re not just remembering wrong?”

He chuckled. “You’re extra sassy tonight, huh?”

A rare, brief moment of silence from her. Then, “Talking on the phone like this, it’s like you’re whispering in my ear.”

He could practically taste her breath and her words through the phone, goosebumps raising at the lowered timbre of her voice. He shifted from one leg to the other, using his free hand to hold his elbow as he pressed the phone further into his ear. “Hey, Mist?”

“Yeah, Ash?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Just lying in bed.” Another silence before, “Thinking that it’s too big for one person.”

A gentle flush occupied Ash’s cheeks. “I bet you could use some company.”

“Yeah, I could.” He heard a shuffle on the other end of the call. “Cerulean City’s kind of cold tonight, and having someone next to me would warm me up.”

“What are you wearing right now?”

Misty hummed playfully through the phone. He could picture her bottom lip held between her teeth, envision the way her eyes would glaze as she stared him down. “Perv.”

Ash smirked. “That doesn’t answer my question, Mist.”

She was silent for a moment, save for yet another shuffle worming through the earpiece. “Guess.”

Leave it to his red-headed love to be a tease no matter the situation. “Well, since it’s late, I’m betting you’re in your pajamas, right?”

“Not anymore.”

The mental image turned his cheeks’ previous pink into a soft maroon, feeling the air around him ignite from their sparks. He reflexively licked his lips. “I’m sure that’s not going to help your cold issue.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got ways to warm myself up.”

“And how are you planning to do that?”

For a few moments, all he could hear was the gentle tick and tock of the kitchen clock. With each passing second of silence his focus on the earpiece became more concentrated, so much so that he hardly realized he was holding his breath. He almost wondered if perhaps she’d whispered her response and he’d missed it.

“Mist?”

Right as he called her name, a tiny gasp wafted into Ash’s ear.

The blood in his veins immediately ran red hot. A barely-contained moan soon followed, and Ash sucked in a breath that was decidedly and painfully devoid of her taste. Misty had yet to verbally reply to him, but the little noises she continued to make more than made up her answer. He envisioned her wandering fingers, her flushed skin, a thin sheen of sweat across every inch of her body, and he craved seeing her come undone underneath him.

“Ash?”

Her voice was so breathy, so in need, and he was certain that for the rest of their conversation, his tone would match hers. “Yeah?”

“I need you now.”

“What do you need?”

“You, your hands, everything.”

Ash licked his lips once more, acutely aware of his salacious state and his everything that he wanted to give her. “I’ll be right there, Mist.”

“Don’t make me wait too long, Ash.”

“I won’t.”

With that he hung up the phone, his nerves on the fritz and his heart in overdrive. He turned for the entryway of the kitchen, but paused. Without a second thought he pulled the refrigerator door open, grabbing both of the drinks.

He was going to need them later.

With an impatient smirk he waltzed out of the kitchen, his feet guiding him automatically down familiar hallways until the bedroom was before him. Turning the knob, he thrust the door open, and was greeted by Misty on her bed wearing her most wanton grin and very little else.

“Hope I didn’t make you wait too long, Mist.”

“If you make me wait another second, you’re not gonna be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”

Ash tossed the bottles onto her desk before approaching the foot of her bed, pulling his shirt off. “I thought that was the plan anyw-”

Misty didn’t allow him the chance to finish his sentence, taking hold of his wrist and pulling him down onto the bed before straddling him with finesse and experience. Almost immediately his vision was consumed by tangerine hair, oceanic eyes, and a wicked smile as she took a fistful of his hair. She lowered her face towards his, and Ash began raising his lips to meet hers, but before they connected she pressed his head back down onto the pillow. With a glint in her eyes she sauntered her body up until her thighs rested on either side of his face.

“Use that mouth for something else.”

For the rest of the night Ash’s thirst was thoroughly satiated, the water and lemonade entirely forgotten.