#Trainer Rose《ooc.》

[crispythehubcoon]

HELLO, THERE!

Crispy here! As I've made more and more roleplay blogs and gained more and more experience in the pokemon irl community, I've learned a few things. For one, I don't really like clogging my blogs with ooc messages. For another, sometimes communicating as the mun is necessary to help things go smoothly. And, most important of all, it's a pain in the butt to repeat the same announcement across 5+ blogs. So, I thought I'd solve all of those problems in one fell swoop by creating this blog! Here, you can find any blog of mine you might be interested in, ask me any ooc questions you like, and follow for ooc alerts/statements/commentary related to my blogs or my life. I hope this will help you out as much as it will help me!

Tags I will use:

#pinned - pinned posts from my blogs

#announcement - standalone posts that will communicate important things, including life events that might interfere with my blogging or any rule changes.

#ask - any ask I am sent here

#ask game - I'll store ask games here for later use. I don't reblog them to receive asks here unless stated otherwise! Feel free to reblog from here without sending an ask in return, I don't mind!

Trigger warnings will be tagged as I see fit. Feel free to ask me to tag anything! It will be in a triple format; #tw [trigger] #[trigger] and #[trigger] warning. Just to make sure no one sees anything they don't want to.

More tags will be added as needed :) enjoy your stay!

Blog Directory

@ballonleastadiumofficial - my interpretation of Bede from pokemon SWSH! He is a perpetually 15 year old trans boy who leads Ballonlea's gym with only moderate interference from Opal. The rotumblr populace is free to poke, prod, and annoy him as they please. Sometimes Opal, the gym trainers, or Bede's pokemon may make appearances on his blog.

Current arc: Bede is trying his hardest to deny the fact that he has a crush on his best friend. It isn't going well.

@gmax-butterfree - my Galarian bug type gym leader OC, Hemmi. They try their hardest to look cool and appeal to other trainers, but they are really awkward at heart. The blog explores their passion for bug type pokemon and insecurities about being in Galar's minor league.

Current arc: N/A

@pixieprince - my interpretation of Ortega from pokemon SCVI. He's here to speak his mind and deliver the hottest takes this side of the great crater. ...And maybe to be there for his friends, but don't say that part out loud. Feel free to strike up a conversation! He will probably act abrasive, but he doesn't totally mean it.

Current arc: Ortega has recently come into possession of both a Furfrou puppy and a newborn Milcery. Can he handle the responsibility?

@when-lechonk-learn-levitate - my Naranja-Uva student OC who loves all things that oink! Her name is Samrah, and her main concerns are growing up alongside her little brother, determining her path in life, and spreading the love for pig pokemon. Her enthusiasm knows no bounds, and she's itching for a friend to share it with.

Current arc: Samrah's scrambling to gather willing student participants for her to start a Lechonk Fan Club at Naranja-Uva. Maybe she can find some like minded trainers on rotumblr...?

@medicalmystery7 - a faller blog for Medic from Team Fortress 2! Dr. Ludwig has been spat out in the pokemon world by unknown means with no memory to fall back on... just a pocket full of syringes and a Pidove named Archimedes. Honestly, it's not the worst situation he's ever found himself in, and he's making the most of it by applying his ingenuity and general disregard for human decency toward pokemon battles.

Current arc: After being fired from his job at a Nacrene City pokemon center, Medic is hiding from the authorities at an undisclosed location in Unova.

@macrocosmos-social - a Chairman Rose blog meant to compliment @ballonleastadiumofficial. It's meant to allow Rose to answer questions that Bede would never be caught dead answering and shed some light on Bede's upbringing that led him to become the person he is today. Oh yeah, it's also meant to allow me to roleplay being an insufferable jerk. Exploring perspectives like that is fun. Here, Rose has bribed his way into getting internet access from jail and is making it everyone else's problem. He is using an old, failed corporate account designed by a public relations worker for Macro Cosmos long ago. That original creator of the blog, the Rotom in Rose's device, and Oleana may make brief appearances on this blog.

This blog is a villain blog and thus will act in cruel, antagonistic ways. In particular, Rose is noticeably classist and transphobic. He acts this way to blend into the narrative I have in mind for Bede. If this might upset you, please feel free to block! If it sounds interesting, please feel free to interact! I will tag anything I believe people might find upsetting, in particular #tw transphobia, #transphobia, and #transphobia warning.

Current arc: N/A

@beauty-abuzz - my interpretation of Burgh from pokemon BW2! He is Castelia City's eccentric, dreamy, and impulsive gym leader with a heart of gold. Currently, he is engaged to @elite-four-grimsley

Current arc: wedding planning!!!!

@pokemonworld-ology - A faller blog for the Lodger/Bormot from Knock-Knock by IcePickLodge! Coming from an isolated cabin deep in the woods, Bormot is a stubborn, matter of fact, and extremely troubled scientist who mysteriously emerged into the Slumbering Weald after taking a fateful walk through the forest. Now, he is staying as a guest in the home of Emelia, mother of Gloria, Galar's own champion, and trying to wrap his head around both pokemon as a whole and modern human interaction. Emelia and Gloria may rarely make appearances on this blog.

Current arc: Bormot is getting his first pokemon! ...Eventually. Once he fully grasps the concept.

OOC Notes

I do my best to keep my blogs inclusive, bipoc friendly, trans friendly, pro-Palestinian, and generally safe and friendly spaces!

If you disagree with any of these values, please move along! If I've unknowingly done anything to betray these values, please let me know immediately. I'm not perfect, but I'll always try to improve 🙏

No NSFW asks or interactions are permitted on any of these blogs

Non-negotiable, especially on blogs with muses who are minors. That said,

Any and all other interactions are welcome and encouraged!

If I don't get to your ask/reblog, it's more than likely for a personal reason, rather than you doing anything wrong. I struggle with many a mental illness, which makes staying on top of everything difficult. I love meeting new blogs and participating in other people's stories!

All of these blogs accept Pelipper Mail and In Character Anon Hate. Magic Anons are restricted to events only.

Thank you for reading! Please feel free to send an ask with any questions you may have!

[fog-with-a-blog]

hello there hi! the name's Fog I'm a zoroark and I live in opelucid city with my human partner and his dragon partner and like a lot of other friends. my human let me borrow his face so I could take the others out battling to earn enough money to buy a laptop because it's really hard to use his phone with claws. my pronouns are she/her unless I'm in disguise and then it's whatever works best for the illusion!

our current battle-approved partners are Emmy the leafeon and Ada the glaceon and Basileus the politoed and Fish the ninjask and Vanilluxe and meeee but only when I'm not pretending to be the trainer. here's more about them. sometimes other friends join us though! and we crush our enemies' will beneath our feet!

oh and we're taking care of four skitty kittens nicknamed Sherbet and Taffy and Colbur and Roseli.

//pelipper mail/malice, mystery gift, and musharna mail are on. magic anons are off.

ooc: sapient pokemon blog by @oncillaphoenix. probably mostly lowstakes shenanigans for now but i miight eventually do higher stakes things here? energy and motivation permitting. i have chronic fatigue so those things are in short supply sometimes

would prefer not to engage with blogs that heavily feature glitches, meta horror, or heavy fourth wall breaks. mun and muse are both adults but no nsfw please. see @lovenpeace-pkmn's pinned for more mod info

Games-based timeline, assuming the events of Pokémon Black took place in 2010.

[twilight-rose-pokemon]

Hey everyone, the name is Twilight Rose she/her 20

I've been around for a while, just sort of lurking and telling people about paradox pokemon.

I'm a pseudo ghost trainer. I say this because my starter was, in fact, an eevee and is now a Sylveon.

I live at my family's pokemon Research Lab in Paldea in Artazon, and I'm studying to be a pokemon professor.

My boyfriend is Joseph @pokeretailworker, and yeah.

Here's me

Here's my team

My other mons:

(Mimikyu is now named Huntsman)

And I hope you enjoy my blog :)

Pelipper mail/unmail is on, musharna mail/malice is on, magic anons are on

//OOC, so I decided to reboot this blog to hopefully get back into playing Twilight. Who was my original rotomblr oc. I'm not going back and deleting all the old posts (there are over 1000 on this blog, and I'm not going back and tagging everything pre reboot either)

//everything pre #the haunting of wind labs has been retconned except twilight and Joseph getting together, but all the kitsune's curse stuff has been retconned

//the ouppies were also still born

//just a reminder that this is a blog run by @lunaphoenix221 of @lunas-galaxy

//and yeah, same stuff as always applies be kind don't be weird enjoy the blog and yeah

[iruludavare]

{ ooc. Sometimes I think about how much Serena loves to have her pokemon involved in her life outside of battling/usual day-to-day stuff

like... just the little things that were part of her life before being a trainer

Doing her morning exercises with her Lucario because, hey, the flexibility and strength training absolutely has benefits for him when battling.

When she is practicing choreography at home, letting her Florges dance alongside her in what ways she can. Hell, even letting her Florges be part of the background cast in appropriate scenes like for balls/parties in S.wa.n La.k.e, Sleeping B.ea.uty, etc. (tell me that isn't a common practice in the pokemon world) You KNOW she's rehearsed the most difficult bits of the rose adage (this, until the end of the dance) by having her Delphox, Florges, Lucario and Vivillon/or Drfiblim standing in for the princes' roles so she can get balancing on the very tips of the toes of one leg and being turned around for an entire minute without moving down pat.

She's doing an ice bath after dancing?? Oleander gets one too, but mainly because he just likes to prove that he's ✨strong enough to withstand ice😤✨.

Spa/self-care days?? She's got everything in equivalents that her pokemon can use so they can all do it together.

Gardening?? They're all there with her doing what they can to contribute (much to her Florges' chagrin. She is tired of telling Oleander hydro pump is too rough on plants and to tone it down) }

[the-stonekeeper]

Pelipper mail for Ikol! (OOC: from Twilight at @the-fluffiest-trainer)

An envelope, faintly rose-scented, decorated around the borders with fractal, crystalline patterns. Inside is a letter on ornate letterhead, addressed to Ikol and with today's date. The text of the letter is written in very fancy yet readable calligraphy, clearly written by an actual quill and ink rather than a pen.

The letter reads:

"Bitch."

The letter is not signed.

...Well. That was certainly unexpected. How does that bird know how to write?

You had it coming, honestly. Brendan don't look.

weh?

oh i doubt the Pelipper wrote it. that's Pelipper mail. there's a mail system where the Pelipper deliver mail all across the multiverse if you're connected to rotomblr.

Interesting. I... am slightly curious about the intricacies of that process, actually.

[blazing-chrysalis]

um...hello! you may call me Sam.

I am...what I've figured out is called, a Faller.

I use he/him and she/her pronouns, please switch them up when referring to me.

I'm on here to...hopefully, make friends and learn more about this world and such...

tag directory and other stuff below the cut

((OOC - avatar credit

this is a Pokemon IRL blog run by @theangstking <3

Pelipper Mail on, M!As off))

my Pokemon currently:

Duskull - Ghostflower - male - hatched from an egg, very shy. shortened version of his name is Ghost. I love him. So much.

tags:

Bloodmoon Musharna - Rose - female - adopted from a trainer who wanted to make sure she'd go to a better home than he could provide. just a sweet timid girl...

Eevee - Foxglove - male - a pampered little sweetie who was having trouble being adopted due to being a bit more high maintenance.

fireburst - original posts

firespark - reblogs

firestruck - asks and submissions

((oocmun - admin/ooc posts))

[pearl-pokemon]

Intro

//DISCLAIMER: This blog treats pokemon like a mix of real animals and Pokemon, which includes eating them. //Also, the only "creepy/edgy" things I'm allowing are treating Pearl like a pokemon or things related to an arc.

Hi, I'm Pearl (She/They), a young Pokemon Trainer from Paldea! I can talk to Pokemon and my twin sister Diamond (she shut down her rotomblr >:( rude!) is incredible at befriending them!

I'm fluent in both Sinnohian and Paldean, but that doesn't matter unless you need translations into or from that.

Current Team:

Salmon: Male Meowscarada.

Rada: Female Mimikyu who has disguised theirselves as a Meowscarada.

Snow: Froslass (who surprisingly hasn't frozen me yet.)

I scream: Scream Tail.

Dino: Male Garchomp. Occasionally switches team positions with Tera (Rotom Heat)

Garde: Gardevoir who has saved my life. Twice.

Along with Koraidon and Miraidon, who don't battle.

Additional Pokemon who are NOT on the team;

Olive Oyl (Oyl for short): Female Dolliv

Flambe: Male Flareon

Naomi: Female Garganacl.

Smoky: male arcanine

Rose: male Audino

And the Ditto I fused with.

Always lookin for battles and more unique Pokemon to take care of!

Trainer Card (don't mind the image, that was the most similar to me.)

//OOC after split

I lied. This is a side blog to roleplay.

Story sections or episodes, are referred to as 'arcs' like an anime would refer to them. Arcs are also numbered.

Current Arc: New Future

Next arc planned for I have no idea when.

Intro post will be updated accordingly to the arcs.

Main blog is @elder-sister.

Pelliper Mail/Malice: Open

Magic Anons: On

OC Lore (yes I'm sn edgy 13 year old shut it):

Pearl was always able to talk to pokemon. She grew up in Sinnoh, but moved to Paldea, entered Naranja-Uva Academy, and became a Trainer at 11. Once, while venturing into Area Zero with Korai and Mirai, she came into contact with an unknown chemical and nobody seems to know what it does.

Everything seems different now, though.

She recently found out the chemical was a dying Ditto, which fused to her and now they are one.

[floaroma-town-apiary]

time for a newer intro!

Hello humans and Pokemon! I'm HVR-02 but I preferred to be called Apiary! I reside over at Floraroma town at a local beekeeping community. I love bug types and caring for such, but I prefer to tend to Combee the most! heres my team i care with/for:

Platina the Vespiquen: ace and partner Pokemon, bold nature, very protective of her own old hive and others she holds dear, and is much larger than your normal species.

Violin the lunatris: shiny Pokemon, brave nature, was saved and adopted by yours truly from an abusive trainer! likes to help me with cutting things.

Battery the Charjabug: was found hatched in the apiary a while ago, timid nature, is loved by everyone despite the skittishness of them!

Char the Roserade: hasty nature, helps with the apiary and voluntarily joined the team! he has canary yellow and red roses and has a beekeeper suit thanks to the person known as Roise!

Thistle the Mothim: lax nature, like to hog honey like a hoarder. and is mostly one braincelled!

Hephaistos the white dwarf volcrona: Quirky Nature, Hepa is somewhat reserved, but tries his best make friends! He doesn’t find it easy to connect with others, but he will not be discouraged and tries to adapt to those around him! best friends with Battery, and plays with a toy furnace!

Here are some other Pokemon that are with me!:

Elizabeth the female Combee: soon to beehouse hive queen, currently has at least 10 workers with her at my house

There's also my best friend now turned girlfriend Laz here! say hello to everyone Lazzy!

Hey there... my name is laz Light but i rather be called laz instead. i run a shelter that holds Bug types called the Hive Shelter. Apiary helps me tend to the place's pokemon there as well. im also a android or holoroid (man this im not getting used to doing any time soon...)..-Laz

heres the pokemon you'll see that are with me:

Lime the shiny Scizor

Reika the heracross

Lili the Liligant

Lacey the levanny

Rosey the petlil

If y'all have any questions about tending to an apiary or want to adopt a bug type, you're more than welcome to request and I will send a forum for such! here's the master list of current available adopts:

Pelipper mail is always open! also sapient pokemon. fallers and even pokehumans are encouraged to interact here! Also now opened to do any promos for those who ask me! (//ooc or otherwise!)

//OOC below:

Hey mod of Wyrdo's blog here Any interactions are welcome except for NSFW (suggestive mentions are allowed but will be tagged as such!) and high/ultra stakes! Hope you all enjoy her as much as I do! Still have very little experience in this sort of thing so bear with me on this.

Also major note here Is to take any knowledge bug caring and beekeeping with a grain of salt since I'm not expert on such

List of other blogs I own:

@wyrdo01

@snowbell-glass-bar

@veil05thegrasselementbot

@slateport-welders-union

@amperage-speedway

@miss-fairylight-magician

Additional info about Apairy's origins are being thought about as of now.

art of apiary by me

[myz-wykkyd]

It’s been really sweet watching you jump around everyone’s blogs today asking about their Pokémon teams so I absolutely HAVE to know - what does Rosalie’s team look like? ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

A/N: Originally I planned to make a trainer card with completely custom art (new Rosalie pic, all her pokemon, ect) but I've been a pretty sick irl so didn't have the time. :C Hoping I can revisit this idea on another occasion when I'm feeling better, though! 

Members of Rosalie's team were chosen based on a combination of aesthetic and practicality. Though Rosalie isn’t really the type of person to choose pokemon based solely on how they look- I am! And from the get go, it was important for me OOC to have pokemon that not only suited her visually, but could also reasonably survive life out in the desert and served a practical purpose in her yakgirl lifestyle LOL I also really wanted to avoid doubling up on types, but I kinda failed at that. (no regrets-)

Details on the pokemon under the cut below. Warning, it gets pretty long-

Rosarade - Male 

One of Rosalie's Partner Pokémon. Rosalie found him as a Budew when she was just a child. It became her constant companion through all the years of joy, heartbreak, and loneliness that Rosalie was forced to endure at her family's move. Overtime, Rosalie helped it grow from bud to flower- but it was only after Rosalie accepted who she was and resolved not to let the world change her into something she wasn’t that it evolved into its final form- Roserade. A calm, collected pokemon who has always kept it’s trainer grounded.

Ignatia the Rapidash - Female

Her primary mount. Years ago, she was captured as a wild Ponyta by Cooper. But despite the rancher’s best efforts, the Ponyta remained wild and untamed- refusing to yield to any human who tried to ride her. Rosalie was warned to stay away from the animal, and though the child was fascinated by the animal and her indomitable spirit- she obeyed. However, every sunset after the Ponyta’s capture, the young girl would sit on the fence surrounding Cooper’s property and play the animals music on her violin to help them fall asleep. Though the Ponyta remained skittish at first, Rosalie’s soothing voice and gentle melodies had a calming effect on the horse. Slowly, overtime, Rosalie managed to earn the young mares' trust and friendship. And it quickly became apparent that Rosalie was the only one the horse would ever let close.

However, their friendship ended tragically when Rosalie’s mother remarried and her family moved to Altara. Rosalie was forced to say goodbye to Sandrock and everyone in it- including the wild Ponyta. The horse pokemon didn’t understand why the little girl she had grown to love suddenly disappeared one day, and her behavior abruptly worsened.  As she grieved for Rosalie, she became temperamental, aggressive, and completely intolerant of other people. One early morning, Cooper rose to find his animals loose from their pen because of a hole in his fence. While he managed to recover his horses and cattle- he never managed to recapture the Ponyta. But for years after, travelers reported seeing the wild Ponyta, now a Rapidash, on the outskirts of civilization. Never fully returning to the wild where she belonged.

Almost as if she were waiting for something- or someone. 

Sometime after Rosalie’s return to Sandrock, Cooper shared the news of the Rapidash sightings with her in the hopes that Rosalie could do what everyone else could not- tame the desert flame. And so Rosalie set out to find her. Arriving at her destination, as the sun gradually fell over the horizon, Rosalie began to play her violin and sing some old, familiar tunes. Her song was carried far across the still, desert sands- and when the Rapidash heard it- she let out a loud neigh of recognition and came running towards its source- just as she had done as a foal. 

Rosalie half expected her old friend to have forgotten about her. But when the Rapidash reached her, it nuzzled her eagerly- obviously beyond happy to see her again after all these years. Though Rosalie had never had any desire to capture or tame this spirited mare- in the end, Ignatia chose to never be parted from her again when she intentionally bumped her nose against one of Rosalie’s empty pokeballs.

Nimbus the Dragonite - Male

Worried for her happiness, Rosalie’s step father gifted her Nimbus, then a Dratini, shortly after her move from Sandrock. Though her new pokemon didn’t quite succeed in making her forget the heartbreak of their departure, Rosalie was still overjoyed to have Nimbus. Raised him from Dratini, to Dragnair, to Dragonite. After returning to Sandrock, Nimbus became Rosalie’s primary means of transportation across vast stretches of desert. 

Duke the Granbull - Male 

Local goodboy, faithful guard dog, and eager cattle herder. Sleep’s at the foot of her bed at night.

The only Snubull born in a litter of Lillipup. Because of the need for herding dogs amongst the ranchers that called the Eufaula Desert home, all of its siblings were adopted fairly quickly. But because of his species reputation for their timidity- no one was willing to give the Snubull a chance. That is, until Rosalie came along. She readily accepted him for who he was and promised so long as he was happy it didn’t matter to her whether he was a guard dog or a lap dog- but if he was willing to give training a shot, so was she. Inspired by the faith his new owner had in him, the newly named Duke, aspired to be the goodest good boy Sandrock ever seen- and with her careful training, he quickly reached his goal and evolved into a Granbull. 

Beau the Milotic - Male 

In an age long past, festivities in Sandrock meant vendors from all over the free city would line main street with their booths. During one such occasion, as Rosalie was wandering main street and observing all the different games-  one booth in particular caught her attention. Despite her youth, she could tell that its owner had put it together rather hastily- and its drab, ramshackle appearance stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all its brightly colored counterparts. But it wasn’t the old, bug-eaten wood and faded fabric that had caught her attention. No, what caught her eye was what this booth was offering as a prize- a single Feebas floating all on its lonesome in a tank that was far too small for it. 

The sight of this pokemon and its unfortunate circumstances broke the young girl’s heart- and she immediately rushed over to the booth. She spent every last cent she had saved from her meager allowance trying to win the Feebas, but no matter how hard she tried- success always seemed just out of her reach. But even when she finally managed to hit the target at long last- it didn’t fall over. When it became obvious that the game was rigged, she protested the injustice- all her concern for Pokemon bubbling to the surface.  But the proprietor only shrugged- and smiled at her. 

Hot tears sprang to her eyes- but before they could fall, a hero arrived to save the day. Howlett. Having seen and overheard what just happened, the old monster hunter stepped forward to help Rosalie. Realizing this was not a man to be swindled, the cowardly proprietor allowed Howlett to win the Feebas, and Howlett then gifted it to relieved Rosalie. But the little girl knew that she couldn’t give the pokemon the home it deserved either, so asked Howlett to help her find a home for it somewhere out in the wild- where it could be free. He agreed, and a short time later, took Rosalie and Logan on a lengthy journey to a distant, but thriving oasis out in the desert. Where, after a tearful goodbye, Rosalie set her Feebas free.

Years later, after returning to Sandrock and learning of Howlett’s passing, Rosalie made the journey to that distant Oasis once again. This time in remembrance of Howlett, his son, and how much they had meant to her while growing up. But as she was overlooking the crystal blue water, Rosalie was surprised when a Milotic suddenly burst to the surface to confront her- obviously displeased by having its paradise disturbed by a human. But the aggression in its red eyes was quickly replaced with recognition- and Rosalie realized that this Milotic was the Feebas she had saved all those years ago.

The two reunited on happy terms and Rosalie would frequently visit Milotic. Eventually, like Ignatia before him, Beau chose to leave home and follow Rosalie.

Chance the Togekiss - Male

Born from an Egg bought by the Mysterious Man. Rosalie was skeptical when he claimed it came from a highly rare species of Pokemon- but she chose to purchase it anyway out of genuine concern over the health of pokemon inside. Chance hatched shortly after and thanks to their strong bond, she quickly raised him from Togepi to Togetic.

[dragoneyejewellery]

OOC post

This is basically an introductory post for two other ocs of mine who will be prominent in the world but who I cannot be bothered to make blogs of their own for (I mean I barely post on this blog as it is).

Ceri Gould

Alec’s rival turned close friend. A serious type with a hidden, wicked sense of humour. Formerly acted entirely for the approval of her parents, both of whom were Macro Cosmos employees, but gradually learned to step out of their shadow and distanced herself from them.

The Darkest Day hit her hard regardless. She was horrified at her parents’ complicity in Rose’s actions, especially as she was one of the trainers who was trying to stave off Eternatus while Zacian and Zamazenta were being awoken. An encounter that left its mark on her, physically and mentally.

Holly Guerrière

Kind of an oc based on the protagonist of X/Y (specifically Y, actually). Only I’ve never played Pokémon Y so there may be some inaccuracies/creative liberties. She’s Demetria‘s childhood friend and the Hero of Kalos who has been on the move ever since she averted disaster but failed to save her hometown of Geosenge in the process.

Holly can come off as quite placid and easy going. Not far beneath the surface, however, is an unusual savagery, a need to battle, to prove herself, to… well, to destroy. She’s well aware of these urges, and can’t help but feel guilty for them - so she tries to balance it out by performing heroics, even to her own detriment. Self-destructive behaviour is better than destructive behaviour, right?

[rosemary-loves-pokemon]

Intro Post

Hi there! My name is Rosemary (NOT Rose or Rosie or Mary or Rose Marie, ROSEMARY). I'm a 16 year old Pokémon trainer living in Unova, time zone EST. I grew up in Kalos, so I speak French, but I'm planning to keep this blog English-only. I'm mostly here to document my journey and make some friends!

Icon is by @globox and my header is by Paul Hanaoka on Unsplash!

[Information about my Pokémon can be found here.]

OOC INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT

Muse is a minor but mun is 18+. This blog WILL NOT feature sexual content, but Rosemary may swear and regularly puts herself in life-threatening situations because she has bad impulse control; this blog is tentatively PG-16 as a result.

Mun does NOT speak French, lol.

Rosemary lives in a fictionalized version of Unova, which is why her Pokémon may be a bit odd!

Follows from @sylas-dove

Asks are ALWAYS welcome!

Potential CWs for: past child abandonment, past homelessness, Pokémon abuse (not by Rosemary), organized crime, past foster care, minors experiencing bodily harm because they make bad choices, past child abuse, having a twin who was stillborn, and potentially more as they come up.

Additionally, Rosemary is currently living with a member of Team Rocket who she is not related to, conditional upon her involvement in the organization; she sees this man as a father figure and he regards her like a daughter, but the situation is nonetheless exploitative.

Posts mentioning abandonment, homelessness, foster care, the twin, and child abuse will be tagged as #tw: rosemary backstory.

Posts mentioning organized crime will be tagged #tw: team rocket.

Posts mentioning her father figure will be tagged #tw: ilias.

Posts mentioning Pokémon abuse will be tagged #tw: pokemon abuse.

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OOC information about the character!

Rosemary Adams, 16, born Feb. 22

Technically a Team Rocket grunt, but quietly harbors dreams of becoming a contest star. Grew up in foster care in Kalos but moved to Unova where she now lives with father figure Ilias Martin and roommate/potential adoptive sister Skye Taylor.

[ask-ghost-flame]

Intro Post type thingi

Hello :D

Ethan told me 'n Silver about this app and how people will post about their adventures with their Pokemon, so I figured we'd try it out!

I'm Allister, I live in the Johto region with Silver! My Partners are Pale-Moon (A shiny Umbreon), Gengar, and Copycat (A Mimikyu)!

Silver's Partners are Ghost (Typhlosion), Ho-Oh (yes, the Ho-Oh!!!), and Sneasel!

Silver note: As Allister already introduced my Partners and why we're doing this, I don't see a reason to add much more. I'm just here ig.

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OOC Area:

AU explanation:

Local ADHD Pokemon fan (me AKA @red-winter-is-coming) created the crack headcanon of 'Allister and Silver grew up in Johto together, until Chairman Rose took Allister in when they were 10'. This is basically just a silly AU where Allister and Silver didn't actually get separated and instead travel around Johto and other regions causing chaos. Some points to note:

Silver and Allister are 14 when this takes place

While Allister never became a gym leader, he's still pretty well known for his ability to speak to Ghost types

Silver is a tad nicer, due to A) having Allister around since they were both 8, and B) Never growing into his 'Most Trainers are Weak' mentality

Adding onto that, Allister is more outgoing, having Silver as the person he's closest to

ALSO!! This is what the pfp looks like. Drew it myself in Kleki. It wouldn't center for some reason :/

[wannawritefast]

Just You

A/N: I have been pulled out of another accidental hiatus by this absolute buffoon of a man. Full and vulnerable disclosure, I stumbled upon fancams of this man on TikTok and fell in love with him. The only things I know is what I have found on the wiki and what I have seen on TikTok. I see folks are desperate for fics so I thought 'why the hell not'? I apologize for any OOC stuff. Reader is fem but most of the fic is pretty gender neutral; I tried to keep it GN but it just didn't quite work. Warnings: no use of y/n, language, very blatant references to sex, pining, a lil spicy at times, no smut but it's definitely not implied in any uncertain terms, nothing explicit as far as what you "see," but it's there, Johnny being a fucking doofus, reader is also kinda stupid, sorry Summary: You and Johnny are famous and shameless flirts especially with each other. But it's all in good fun, right?

“Yeah,” you answered, leaning back again after leaning forward to hear the interviewer. “Well, this role was certainly more demanding than any of my other previous ones but it was functional so when my trainer and I were coming up with a plan I told him, ‘train me like someone who actually wields a weapon like this.’ A lot of it was blended with-”

A cheer rose in the background but you didn’t break focus with the interview at hand.

“-the aesthetic desires of the production but I absolutely trained for real. I did my own stunts-”

Through the glare of the light above the massive camera you saw the interviewer smile at something just over your shoulder. “Oh, we have a crasher incoming…”

You didn’t even have a chance to complete the full turn before a strong, charcoal-colored suit jacket-covered arm wrapped its way firmly around your waist with a mischievous ‘hey’ and chuckle in your ear. That cologne… You smiled and laughed instinctively, knowing exactly who it was. His warm breath fanned across your ear and neck as he lifted you off the ground in a one-armed hug from behind. “Hey, hot stuff.”

“Johnny Cage, ladies and gentlemen,” the interviewer said as you laughed in kind.

He released you slightly so you could turn in his arm as you smiled up at him. You looked up at his eyes through those signature shades as he smiled down at you, abandoning all of your attention from the camera to playfully scold him. “Hey! This is my interview!”

“You look amazing.” He quirked a brow up at you, the arch slanting upward just above the top edge of the frame of his sunglasses. There was no doubt in your mind that his eyes were running up and down the length of your body.

"Well, you look good too but you don't see me crashing your interviews."

"I wish you would."

"Johnny!" You exclaimed.

“What? I’d apologize but I never apologize for seeing my favorite person in Hollywood!”

Before you could answer, the interviewer interjected, pulling both of your attention back to the camera, “Me right?” 

Johnny guided you carefully back to the duct tape ‘X’ on the red carpet, practically carrying you the short distance there, splitting it with you and being careful to not step on anything draping off of your expensive ensemble. The kerchief tucked in his front pocket was the same as the main hue of your look for the evening, the design of your agent no doubt. It complimented his charcoal silver duochrome suit. He looked sharp.

“You can be my second favorite,” he answered the interviewer, holding eye contact with them before snapping right back to you with that signature Johnny Cage smirk, not missing a single beat. You doubled over a little as you laughed at the implication and his arm held firm. “H-h…hey,” he laughed at you, looking at you from the side, “hey, I’m not that funny. A little excessive for a fake laugh.”

You straightened up again, fighting the unattractive smile that was gracing your lips and the accompanying laugh. “You’re… you’re not. You just surprised me!” 

He dropped his jaw in fake offense. “You’re not supposed to agree!” Johnny made a show of pulling his arm away and taking a step back. You reached your arm and briefly grasped his forearm before he walked firmly out of reach. The smile on his face was wide and identical to yours as you turned fully away from the camera.

“You’re such a diva, Cage.”

“A diva you’re never working with again!” He walked backwards onto the main carpet careful to avoid the droves of entourages. “We’re renegotiating your contract!”

“I’ll see you inside!” You called. How Johnny made you laugh so much was a mystery. He only smiled at you as he officially walked off and you turned back to the camera still catching your breath from the giggles. “Sorry- I’m sorry. He’s just-”

“The two of you are peas in a pod. We get it,” the interviewer answered.

“Yeah, he’s something alright…” You carefully brushed the face framing pieces of hair back a bit and smoothed your dress. “Did that answer your question?... What was the question again?”

You were seated patiently at a panel with Johnny to your left, his sunglasses sitting idly on the white tablecloth before him. A journalist led a question with your background in performing, referencing a previous production of Shakespeare you had done in your college years. Your head bobbed attentively. 

Johnny’s hand reached for the refill bottle of water between the two of you behind the table, picking it up from the ground without breaking his gaze from the journalist asking the question. As you began to answer, he pulled your glass of water closer to his and topped both off, capping the bottle and setting it back down. Your eyes flitted briefly to the activity with a small smile and you continued answering. 

“-so it was really rewarding to get to re-explore the character in a new context and-” You watched him slide the glass respectfully back to your space out of the corner of your eye. “-with a truly amazing cast including this wonderful gentleman, right here.” Johnny looked surprised to be mentioned but only for a moment as the journalists chuckled and cameras flashed when you turned your eyes to him. Your hand landed on his forearm and shook it affectionately. “He’s an excellent scene partner and someone very dear to me. I wouldn’t have felt as comfortable digging into this role without him at my side.”

His left hand rested at the center of his chest. “My stunning costar, everybody,” Johnny answered, grasping your left hand in his right, planting an exaggerated kiss on your knuckles. “Makes me blush!”

You laughed as you had to look away from him, letting him continue to hold your hand under the table. “We’re never going to beat the dating rumors if you keep it up, Johnny.”

“Wanna get dinner later,” he leaned flirtatiously toward you, holding your one hand in both of his now. The room filled with the hum of amusement.

“You buying?”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Johnny answered, quick as a whip.

You pulled your hand from his to pat his cheek fondly. “You’re cute. I’ll think about it.”

He glanced down at his lap as he laughed and the room joined him, seeming to have deflated a bit. Johnny shrugged toward the room and leaned forward to address the audience. “I’ve been trying for years, folks.”

A giggle bubbled up from your throat as your hand landed on and squeezed his bicep warmly. “Any more questions?”

“Johnny!” The interviewer greeted, as he sat down across from the two of you.

Johnny said his name back in a matched tone. The interviewer then said your name and you mimicked him in kind. Then Johnny said your name and you replied his name back to him before your costar looked right into the camera he was supposed to ignore and said ‘Rocky!’

The three of you and the crew laughed. You shook your head at him, amused. He glanced at you, ensuring that his glasses were tucked firmly at the apex of his purple button down with one hand as the other found its home along the back of the couch behind you. You shifted your weight in your seat, ever so slightly favoring the side he was on.

“I love The Rocky Horror Picture Show,” the interviewer started as he settled in. 

“So do I,” Johnny piped up. You nodded in agreement. “One of the first movies I remember watching actually… In fact, Janet Weiss was my sexual awakening.”

“Speaking of, and I was going to bring this up later but the opportunity is just too perfect…” Your heart dropped to your stomach as the interviewer continued and you processed what Johnny had said about Susan Sarandon.

“Uh oh…” You knew where this was going. The sleeves of your shirt began to feel a little too tight. Your eyes landed nervously on the interviewer, outstretching your hand to him even at the far distance, attempting a negotiation. “We don’t have to tell him. We can keep this between us.”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny interjected.

“No, I don't think I will,” the interviewer replied. Brutal. This was going to be brutal.

“Please,” you begged. “I thought we had something special.”

“Sorry, I have to do this for the exclusive content.”

“No, you don- How did you even find this out? How do you know this?” You asked, desperate to stall. Johnny’s eyes were on you; you could feel it. The interviewer chuckled at your discomfort as heat crawled along your cheeks. 

“I did my research. I came prepared.”

You pushed a harsh exhale out of your lungs and looked at Johnny anxiously, your fingertips digging into your upper lip. “You have to swear to be normal about this, Johnny. I-”

“Wait, know what? What does he know?” He turned excitedly between the two of you but you could feel the small part of him that was concerned for you as one of your hands came up to visor your eyes. 

You couldn’t take it. Your body didn’t even know how to respond to this. You were usually pretty brazen with Johnny but after hearing him say what he did about Susan Sarandon just moments ago not knowing this about you… You were suddenly nervous around him and why you really couldn’t say.

“I, uh- used to…” 

“Back in the day-”

Your cheeks were hot and you were silently thankful for your makeup team as you looked up at the interviewer with a breathy chuckle, gesturing for him to continue. You picked up your glass of water, your words leading into the sip you took, “You can go ahead. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Johnny was looking at you like he was trying to figure out a huge equation in his head and your eyes held the answers. “What do I not know? You wouldn’t be blushing if this was something I knew about you.” He had a wide grin as he looked at the interviewer. “You gotta tell me right now what it is.”

“You may love The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Johnny, but your co-star is a bigger fan of this movie than you are and I have proof.”

“What? There’s no way,” He responded a bit incredulous. You shook your head resigned to it. “I watched that movie religiously for Susan Sarandon. I mean Tim Curry’s hot in the movie too but like… Susan Sarandon.”

“Johnny, you gotta stop-”

“I will not.”

“Oh, this is priceless.” The interviewer laughed. “Your co star used to be in a shadowcast of it, right?”

You nodded with your eyes clenched shut. “Yep, that’s true.” You shifted in your seat, the bundles of nerves in your stomach balling up even more. “For those who don't know what that is, I used to be a part of a cast that regularly acted out the whole movie screen-accurately of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in front of the screen in a movie theatre.”

“That’s right.” The interviewer chimed in.

Johnny’s jaw dropped in gleeful awe. “You’re shitting me…”

“Nope, I’m not. I used to, by choice, run around in the theater in my lingerie where people would yell profane things at me.” You nodded resigned to the truth coming out.

“Would you care to tell Johnny and our viewers what character you used to play?”

Another nervous giggle bubbled up from your throat as you choked out your answer. “I used to play-”

He beat you to it. “Oh my god… Did you play Janet Weiss?”

You nodded with your eyes closed. ��Yeah, that’s exactly-” a clear of your throat “-exactly who I played.” You chanced a glance at him and you laughed as he diffused the nervous tension by looking you up and down with a smirk.

Johnny conspicuously adjusted how he was sitting next to you and you turned your gaze away, rolling your eyes. “... are you serious that you played Janet?”

“Yeah, I’m serious.” You couldn’t even look at him.

Silence from Johnny. The feeling that he was looking at you was only confirmed when you finally looked up at the interviewer and then at Johnny. The expression on his face was indecipherable but it was intense whatever it was. Something stirred in your stomach… no, deeper than that, as you glanced between his dark eyes and his lips that hung open almost expectantly.

You broke the quietude, rifling through your memory, anxiously again now that he was looking at you like that. “I think I still have all of my costumes in my closet actually…”

The man just blinked at you again with his mouth still hanging open.

“Johnny, would you-?! What is going on in your head right now?” Your nails itched a spot on your inner elbow over the fabric of your dress, looking him up and down. You couldn’t help but lean back a bit.

His hand found his sunglasses sloppily as he tore his eyes away from you. Johnny pulled his glasses on before resting his elbow on the back of the couch and propping his ankle up on his knee and leaning his head toward you. 

And there it was… that signature Johnny Cage crooked smile. It wasn’t the first time he had flashed it toward you but it was the first time it gave you butterflies. Then he opened his mouth with a nod, “Hey.”

The interviewer cackled but you paid him no mind.

“Hi,” you replied, coy, sitting up a little and tilting your head to meet his gaze more directly; you fought down the laugh in your chest. You twirled a strand of hair around your finger, playing along. “Can I help you, Johnny?”

He scooted closer to you and you let out one segment of a giggle. “You still have those Janet costumes?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Johnny immediately turned his face away from you, hearing the sharp exhale he expelled from his pursed lips, before he turned back. “Is there a Mr. Weiss?”

“Please, Mr. Weiss is my father.”

“Ohmygod,” he groaned gutturally as he stood up, taking a quick pace out of the frame of the camera. You watched him with confusion and you and the interviewer laughed together again. He stalked back toward you looking down at you as he gestured to your thighs, “Is this seat taken?”

“My lap?” You coughed out.

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” he gushed, straddling your hips and moving to settle into your lap, towering over you even as he sat.

Your head was thrown back in laughter, muffled from his shirt rubbing against the mic clipped to your breast. His hands found your wrists to guide your palms to an ass cheek each. Johnny didn’t even falter as he brought one of his, comically in this situation, large arms around your shoulders and turned at the waist to face the interviewer with his hand on his hip. You could barely look around him and his broad chest even if you tried. Everything about Johnny was bigger than you.

He bashfully looked to the ground and then up to the interviewer. “What other questions do you have?”

“Yeah, let’s just finish the interview like this,” you called out of view from behind Johnny, snapping your fingers above your head. “Next question, please.” Your hand came back down and landed with a resounding smack back to where Johnny had initially placed it.

The interviewer laughed heartily and even Johnny guffawed out something like a yelp as he jumped. He quickly pulled his phone out from his pocket and pointed the front facing side down toward both of you almost vertically. You furrowed your brows, bit your lip, and curled your fingers into claws on the curve of his ass as the camera clicked.

“Babe, not here,” he spoke down at you, feigning embarrassment, as he crawled out of your lap finally.

“Oh, sorry, babe, I forgot we weren’t alone.”

If you thought, however, that Johnny was completely removing himself from you, you couldn’t be more mistaken. He opted to settle snugly into your side, resting his interlocked fingers on one of your shoulders. You took the cue to wrap your arm around his waist possessively, hardening your gaze and tilting your chin up at the interviewer. “Sorry about that,” you said, shrugging as you spread your legs in a very masculine fashion. It was comical for how much bigger Johnny was than you alone. You scratched the bridge of your nose addressing the interviewer and the camera. “I can’t help it. It’s just the effect I have on people.”

Johnny nodded in understanding, watching you reach down to grab your glass of water and take a sip of it. He turned his gaze back to the interviewer matter-of-factly. 

“She pegs me.”

You choked on your water.

It was Johnny’s birthday party and how you had ended up grinding on him for four, going on five, songs was beyond your rational mind. 

People were attempting to take subtle pictures on their phones of the two of you, you could feel it: one of his arms firmly around your waist, his other hand gripping your hip, back to chest, ass to… what you were going to call his pelvis in the middle of the dance floor. You stopped caring about three rounds of tequila ago with him right before he had initially dragged you there.

You were sure that if your eyes were open and you could be bothered to interrupt the moment by turning around and looking at him that you’d see in his face something very similar to what was stirring just about everywhere in your body between your closed eyes and where his hands were. If he didn’t try to kiss you or you didn’t try to kiss him, that is, which is what you were almost certain a few shots in now would happen if you turned around. And if the two of you kissed…

Instead you opted to lean into the rational part of your brain that told you to remain like this lest you ruin the relationship the two of you had built: his unabashed, utterly shameless flirting that you kept at an arms’ length distance, at least until now - right now Johnny’s hands on you were exactly where you wanted them. Dancing was just fine and if this is what the birthday boy wanted, without adding more confusion to whatever the dynamic was that you and Johnny called “being just friends,” well, you were more than okay with it. He wasn’t a bad dancer either.

It was hot… you confessed to yourself silently. He was strong and warm and he smelled really good like he always did; musky, heady, sharp.

It’s not like you could really hear yourself think anyways over the bass booming in your ears and chest. Your body continued to sway against his. You supposed you didn’t entirely hate it actually: his hands preoccupied with you at least in some capacity, his lips (you were certain) were tilted up in a smirk close to your ear, even though you fought wanting them closer elsewhere, his muscled chest and abs against your back, your bodies moving in unison. 

Who were you kidding… you liked it…

Johnny’s hand on your hip stiffened and pulled you to spin you around. You twirled, nimbly obliging it’s direction. Uh-oh…

You began swaying again to the music, feeling the hands on your hips before your eyes could actually focus on what or rather who you were seeing.

And there was Johnny. You knew that. You weren’t that drunk. But there he was. His brown eyes were looking down at you, softened by the way his lips formed a cocky expression, like he was about to say something mouthy about how comfortable you had been dancing with him. Not with him… on him. You looked back up at him, a retort poised about how strong his grip on you had been for someone so willing to hypothetically make fun of you for dancing on him.

“Happy birthday,” left your lips instead. “Having a good time?”

You knew the answer. Johnny sported a smirk. “I’m having a great time.”

“You have a good DJ.” Shameless bait, you knew it.

“And a good dance partner,” he spoke loudly, leaning down so you could hear him. Hook, line, and sinker. Although you weren’t quite sure you could say you were really baiting him if he was probably going to say something like it anyways.

There were a number of things perched on your tongue. One, ‘you’re not too bad yourself.’ Two, ‘that’s the tequila talking.’ Three, some snide remark about your ass having been flush against him so it had been no wonder he had been enjoying it. 

And yet looking at him, your boldness so directly challenged by his undistracted brown eyes, you couldn’t help but be rendered speechless- a rare occurrence for you. It didn’t last.

“If you want me to turn around and shake ass again, I can.”

“As much as I wouldn’t hate that,” he laughed, his forehead briefly knocking against yours in a dangerous way when he slumped a little. “I just like having you close.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be dancing,” tumbled off your tongue before you could stop it. 

Lucky for you, Johnny seemed relatively happy to continue. A hand latched itself more firmly on your body, this time fastening itself comfortably on your ass rather than your waist where it had been. Johnny had big hands, you realized. That was a lie. You realized it a while back when he had pulled your hips to his earlier. You started more confidently dancing to the rhythm again. You weren’t sure when but eventually his second hand slid close to his first one. 

If you had been any more sober, there might have been more nerves about Johnny’s liberties, which you were happy to give him, about touching your butt while also dancing so close. Instead your nerves had more to do with the fact that despite your eyes once again fluttering closed, Johnny’s were definitely on you. You could feel him drinking you in, drinking this moment in. No amount of alcohol would make that sensation more bearable. You chanced opening your eyes, slowing your dancing. 

You were right, against every wish that you hadn’t been. Sure enough, there were Johnny’s eyes on your face. His expression was much more sober than it had been when you first turned around earlier but no less intense. 

You stopped, the rhythm leaving your feet. You were flush against him, chest to chest, one of his arms strong around your waist. 

Words. They were somewhere in your head. But they were all wrong. And Johnny was so right. 

His stupidly attractive slightly messy hair. His eyes traveling along your face. His tongue peeking out from between his lips to wet them. His nose. Just his nose. His cologne. The flashing lights hitting your face. The tequila buzzing ever so slightly behind your eyes. Right.

Johnny’s face approached yours so tentatively, so surprising in how gentle it was, like he was worried you’d spook if he moved too fast, that by the time his lips met yours it felt like they had already been there. Warm. Soft. They belonged there, you decided immediately.

Your hands came up to hold his jaw. ‘Hold’ was the wrong word. You were drawing him closer; his arm tightening and other hand cradling the back of your head answered it. You didn’t hear him groan so much as you felt the hum against your tongue, which itself was testing just as many boundaries as you were against yourself. The deal was sealed when Johnny pulled back momentarily.

“Can I see you in one of your Janet costumes now?”

You were gonna fuck Johnny Cage.

It was so unnaturally dark when you woke up that at first you weren’t sure you had woken up at all. You were lying on your stomach, that much you could tell, and the time on the digital clock read ‘10:47’ in a knowing shade of crimson. Blinking a few times and stirring your naked body against the so-soft-it-was-cool-to-the-touch, extremely not-your sheets you realized that you were in fact awake and in a bed. Silk. Naked. Then you felt the weight of one large hand wrapped lazily around your wrist.

The realization, or rather reminder, that you were neither in your bed nor alone came embarrassingly slow to you. You smelled it before you saw it. It was too dark to rely on your sight anyways.

And you’d recognize that cologne anywhere…

The panic of what the two of you had done, what you had done to him, what you had let him do to you hit your adrenaline centers like seeing a spider crawl across your hand. Like feeling his hand on your wrist.

Your sheet-tangled legs wheeled you back for the edge of the bed behind you, away from the man, the face you knew you’d find if you had pushed forward against the silk sheets instead of pulled back like you were doing right now. You knew what you had done last night. Boy, did you know… And the scary thing was that you hadn’t hated it one bit if your memory and the sudden fluttering in your stomach served you right.

His fingers strained against you yanking your wrist away from him… then tightened the moment your foot, nay, your ankle rolled. The joint was jelly the moment it hit the cold marble floor, gravity pulling the rest of your lower body and the sheet wrapped around you with it. You heard a grunt as the fall tugged your now-awake counterweight ever so slightly toward you. You grunted in response when he released you and you fell fully backward.

There was a click of a button and the L.A. morning began to shine directly in your eyes. Your hands acted instinctively: one shielding your eyes and the other blindly tugging the sheet up around your body, hastily covering what you could. As if Johnny hadn’t seen all of it hours ago… 

You rose to your feet, more wobbly than expected. Were you… sore? Johnny was already standing, tugging a pair of boxers over him, his back muscles flexing as he did so, angry pink scratch marks running along his shoulder blades… You bit your lip and clenched the sheet tighter between your fingertips. Really… that’s where your mind is right now… 

Johnny turned to his nightstand rummaging through it. “Here.” A tee flew in your direction and you fumbled it between your occupied hands. You could feel the beginnings of Johnny’s smile as he watched you with those goddamn brown eyes. No. Not happening. Not again… not soon anyways.

“Turn around.” You demanded. 

Johnny dropped his jaw, throwing his arms out from sides. “What are you-?! Are you serious?”

“I’m so serious, Johnny.” You said, stone cold. The sheet wrapped around you betrayed your modesty, sliding down, exposing more of your chest. He silently watched, even standing on his toes momentarily as if to get a better vantage point. “Johnathan Carlton.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ! Fine!” It was at this moment he regretted telling you his full name. There wasn’t much else he regretted with regard to you though, especially with how it had led to last night.

You dropped the sheet and hastily pulled the shirt on once he obliged. “Boxers too!” You called tugging the shirt down. It wasn’t short on you per se. It was just… breezy.

“So bossy…” he grumbled, making sure you could hear him, but immediately obeyed, grabbing you a pair and threw it to you with alarming accuracy over his shoulder. “You decent?” he lilted, still turned around. 

Gilda reference… 

“Me? Yeah, I’m decent,” you answered, unable to hide your amusement as you finished the exchange with as deadpan of a tone as you could manage. Johnny turned to face you again right as you began looking around the room.

A table that usually rested against a wall? Toppled. 

The vase usually on top of it? Shattered. The painting hung on said wall? Propped against the floor crooked. 

The hutch that framed the other side of the doorway? Random drawers hung open. One was halfway off the track and broken. There were clothes, yours and his, littered along the path to the bed, shoe scuff marks trailing off the heels of yours and his shoes on the otherwise immaculate marble. Upon closer inspection of the windows you noticed a crack spidering near where it met the next window about the height of Johnny’s biceps. The lamp on the nightstand of the opposite side of the bed was on the floor. 

You don't know why you didn’t look at the bed itself sooner but when your eyes landed on the bed frame off kilter in favor of the right-side of the foot and the head of the bed broken in no less than three different places, your hand came up to your mouth, eyes landing on him. Speechless. As if on cue, the lamp on your side of the bed, his bed, dropped to the ground.

“You’re awfully quiet.” He remarked. 

You simply closed your eyes and shook your head in disbelief. You couldn’t believe that the two of you, just the two of you, had left his room in such a state. It looked like someone had broken in and entered just to smash shit and make a mess of his room. “I just…”

“You weren’t quiet a few hours ago.” Johnny’s smile was back. His arms were crossed over his broad, bare chest. Bruises. Hickeys, actually. The broken bed was still between the two of you.

You tilted your head at him and blinked, eyes locked on his stupid handsome face. “Really? You had to say that?”

“I don’t know what you’re so grumpy about. I had a really good time last night-”

“-I’m not grumpy-”

“-like a really really good time-”

“-Okay, that’s-”

“-like a great time last night-”

“-Johnny-”

“-Best birthday present ever in fact.” He finished pointedly, never once having broken eye contact with you. “Which, by the way, if you keep looking at me like that we’re gonna have to go for round 6. Round 8 for you.”

“Johnny!” you scolded, finally allowing the laughter to escape your body, hearing him reply your name to you in the exact same tone. You felt like you couldn’t do anything but chuckle for about ten seconds.

“I’m pretty damn sure I wasn’t the only one that had a good time,” he replied, throwing his hands up in surrender and sauntering over to you at a casual pace. You watched him walk up to you putting his hands gently on your upper arms. “Am Iiii…. wrong in thinking that?”

Your head lolled up to face him, eyes rolling as you couldn’t quite meet his. A sheepish “no” is all you can manage.

“Okay…? And…?”

Your heart finally got comfortable directing your eyes to him. Just like right before the events of the previous evening your words were once again failing. What could you even say right now? There were a lot of things you had realized in the last twelve-ish hours that past you would’ve been jarred to learn.

“Why are you being so quiet? You’re freaking me out!”

“I’m sorry!” You replied frantic, one of your hands rubbed roughly the side of your face. There was truly no way for you to formulate thoughts, not while he was touching you. “I’m sorry. I’m just… thinking! There’s a lot to think about!”

“Like…?” He led, his hands still on your arms as he began rubbing them.

“Would you get your hands off of me? I can’t think when you do that!” You snapped. There was no anger behind it. Just frustration.

A laugh. You should’ve known he was going to laugh. 

“Okay, while you think, also think about what you want for breakfast. We can order brunch too. I don’t really have a preference.” He pulled you close and you let him press a kiss to the side of your head. It was such a sweet and normal gesture that it startled you how little it startled you. He began walking around back to his side of the bed to grab his phone and moved to head for the bathroom, sticking his head out of the doorway as the shower faucet turned on. “Anything you want. My phone’s on the counter, just add it to the cart.” Johnny haphazardly told you his phone password as he hopped into the shower. Complete trust.

You stared at the doorway to the bathroom like it had just spoken to you. That would have been less confusing than what was running through your mind right now. In less than a day, you had celebrated your costar/“friend”’s birthday, danced on him drunk, gone multiple rounds with him in his mansion bedroom, woken up in his bed, and now he supposedly wanted you to stay for breakfast.

“You can use my toothbrush by the way! And if you hate the shirt you can grab whatever!”

A man notorious for his sex-capades. A bold flirt. Someone you knew had a history of many, many one night stands. Wanted you to use his toothbrush. Why wasn’t he kicking you out?

Your feet carried you swiftly to the bathroom before you could stop them. “Johnny. You’re not kicking me out.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t meant to be one. You didn’t know what it was supposed to be.

It was his turn to be confused. “No?” He poked his head out from behind the foggy glass partition, shampoo in his hair, suds running down his chest. “Why… would I kick you out?”

“Don’t you usually kick people out after?”

“Yes?” His form went back behind the foggy glass.

“But not me.”

“No.”

Your brows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because I like you?” He popped back out, lathering his hair. “I’m sorry, was it not clear before we went at it several times last night that I like you?”

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the steamy mirror you were in front of. You could barely make out the t-shirt you were wearing. A ‘When Harry Met Sally’ graphic tee over some baggy brown checkered boxers. This would be what you were wearing right now…

His hand wiped his face as he regarded you. “Wait, you know we fucked last night, right?”

You scoffed. “Johnny.”

“Like multiple times. ‘Cause that’s what I meant by round number 6. And if you didn’t know what I meant by ‘round 8 for you,’ I meant that-”

“Johnny!”

He expelled air out of his pursed lips before disappearing again. “Okay, let me level with you. You’re saying my name a lot in that annoyed way that you’re doing and while it’s a lot different than how you were saying it last night, it’s still kinda turning me on-”

“Oh, Jesus Christ-!”

“Actually, you know what? I think it’s the general annoyed tone. I’m discovering something about myself right now.”

“Johnny!”

“Babe, you have to stop, like seriously…”

You were silent, still standing there, annoyed. Babe. There was steam rolling out of the shower but you were certain that if there were any onlookers to this intimate moment they might also see steam coming out of your ears. Your gears in your brain were running in neutral. What was happening?

“You like me?”

“Yes.”

“And you want to have breakfast together?”

“Or brunch, yeah. You want mimosas? I can order us some champagne. I’m in the mood for celebrating.”

You shook your head but not to the mimosas. Mimosas sounded great. “Is there something I’m missing here? You want to get breakfast after last night and you are being so casual about it. What is going on right now?”

The water turned off and Johnny stepped out. As it would turn out you had positioned yourself right next to where his fresh black towels of various sizes were hung. He stopped right in front of you. Tall, buff, dripping wet, naked, and looking down at you. You were fighting to keep your eyes on his brown eyes. You weren’t sure if it was anymore of a relief to look at him like that though.

“Pass me a towel?”

You scowled at him as you shoved one into his chest and leaned against the wall, using your hand as a partition on the side of your face between you and him. Your jaw was set, frustrated.

“Guess what?”

“What.”

“It’s you looking annoyed that does it for me too.”

“Oh… my God.” You stomped back into the room, taking a seat on the crooked mattress and rubbing your temples.

He called after you from the bathroom. “I didn’t think you’d be so frustrated by being told how sexy you are right now. And you were amazing last night too. Seriously, even better than I imagined.”

“You imagined it?”

“I imagine it with most people.” You furrowed your brows and looked up in contemplation as he said that. Johnny Cage. What a guy. “Did you think I didn’t imagine it with you? I mean, we’re both hot and had some serious ‘will-they-won’t-they’ tension. We’ve played romantic opposites. I hit on you regularly and I’ve definitely been interested in you for some time now. Wait, had you never imagined it with-?”

“Stop, stop, stop,” you waved your hands in front of you. “You’ve been interested in me?”

“It’s basically a habit for me to flirt with you.” The last part of his sentence came out muffled as you heard him take a toothbrush to his busy mouth. “I do it about as frequently as I check my phone.”

“I thought you were joking.”

Silence. Complete silence. Then, “... are you sure you know that we fucked last night?”

“Johnny.”

“Babe.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can we rewind to the part where you said that you’ve been interested in me supposedly for some time? Is that true?’

There was the sound of a spit in the sink and then the faucet running briefly. Johnny appeared in the doorway, leaning with the towel clinging to his hips. Dangerous.

His arms were crossed over his chest and there was a serious expression on his face. You thought to yourself that this was one of very few times you’ve ever seen him wear such sobriety on his features. His dark eyes were suddenly piercing like this. You weren’t sure you liked it. “Okay, what’s wrong? Do you regret last night? Because if you do we can pretend this whole thing never happened. I mean it. I can be a paragon of professionalism as I try to get over you. It’ll be hard but I can do it.”

“No. I don’t regret last night at all. I just…” You wrung your hands together in your lap. “When you talk like that, it makes me think that you actually like me and I can’t tell if you’re joking anymore because I like you.”

“I think you’re the only person to ever think ‘this person hit on me so much that it must mean they don’t like me.’” Your chuckle mingled with his and he pushed off the doorway, beginning his approach to crouch in front of you. His fingers interrupted your wringing hands, gently intertwining them with yours.

And there he was. That was the thing about Johnny - he was always there. There with his brown eyes that always seemed to twinkle like he was about to tell a joke. “I like you, okay? I have liked you. I will probably continue to like you until you give me a reason to hate your guts which will be really, really hard to do.”

“And you’re not kicking me out.”

“Fuck, no. I’m not kicking you out.” He said in a low voice. The two of you were close together. He didn’t need to be any louder.

“I can’t do ‘casual’ with you, Johnny,” you said. You were serious. Your eyes darted between his earnestly.

“That’s perfect because I can’t either.”

Your brows furrowed. “... To be clear, I want this to be serious.”

“Babe, we’re holding hands and you’re sitting on the bed we broke in my clothes and I’m crouched in front of you in nothing but a towel.” He brought your knuckles up to his lips to kiss them.

“Right.” You shook your head, as if to clear the worries. Johnny pressed his lips to your forehead. “Right. And you’re serious?”

He tilted his head at you, incredulous. “I’m not going to ask if you’re sure we fucked again because now I think you’re just fishing for compliments. You’re sexy and great in bed.”

You laughed out his name.

“You know what? I think it’s you saying my name too.”

A playful shove to his shoulder did nothing to deter him from leaning forward to kiss you through the laugh. “You’re way too horned up to talk any kind of sense right now.”

“Yep!” He replied instantly, leaning forward. Johnny’s big hands, with which you had gotten well-acquainted last night, planted themselves on either side of you. Your own hands found his cheeks. “Wanna ‘not talk’ with me?” He whispered against your lips.

You laughed again feeling his smile along your neck as he began traveling downward. He was pushing you back toward the mattress. “Tempting… but I’m hungry…” 

“That’s perfect. So am I,” Johnny practically growled as his hands settled on your thighs, beginning to pry them apart. You obliged, giggling. 

You laughed again. “Johnny…”

“Babe, you have to not-”

“It’s your name!”

“I can’t help it. I’m like that guy with the dogs and the bells.” His fingers toyed with your waistband. Well, his waistband… but who was getting technical?

“Pavlov?”

“Kinky.”

You stood halting him and he stood with you, pulling you into a hug. You needed to clean up at least a little bit. You rested your chin on his chest.

“Mimosas.”

“Okay.”

“A shit ton of pancakes and breakfast sides.”

“Got it.”

“I’m gonna get in the shower. After you’re done ordering, you can help me.” You walked to the bathroom and he slapped your butt as you left.

“Will do.” Silence. “Hey, babe.”

“Yes, Johnny?” The shower turned on.

“I think it’s just you.”

[plants-are-gay-pkmn]

Okay so my boyfriend Ben (@me-and-my-6-corviknights) asked me to make an account here so, uh, here I am!

My name's Sam and I'm a grass-type trainer! I was born in Hoenn, but live in Galar, specifically in Turffield. I work part-time as a Gym trainer in Turffield Stadium, but I'm only a teenager so I also have to do schoolwork and stuff.

I use he/him pronouns and I am a cisgender boy.

My team consists of:

My sceptile, Root (aka my starter and strongest Pokémon!) He can also mega-evolve.

My nuzleaf, Flute (a very musical Pokémon! She is a little put off by the fact that her songs make people nervous, though.)

My breloom, Spore (there's not much to say about her, really)

My roselia, Rose (people often mistake him for a girl. This seems to annoy him, which is the only real evidence I've seen for the idea that Pokémon understand humans)

In Gym battles, I will generally only use Root, and he doesn't mega-evolve, as Turffield Gym is meant to be easy to defeat for newer trainers to ease into the Gym Challenge.

Oh - also, I'm really scared of bug-types. My boyfriend doesn't seem bothered by them for some reason? Good for him, I guess.

OOC: My other Pokémon irl accounts are @me-and-my-6-corviknights, @bored-of-the-gym-challenge and @frosmoth-fan

I'm romance-ambivalent arospec ace irl so idk how much I'll actually discuss Sam and Ben's romance - it depends on when I'm comfortable with it, I suppose.

[floaroma-flowers]

The Official Blog of the Baccer League Team!

Trainer: Dana

Teammates

Violet the Oddish

Daisy the Gloom

Lily the Bellossom

Tulip the Oddish

Rose the Gloom

Daffodil the Vileplume

OOC: Thisis for pokemon irl stuff, for the baccer league. @world-baccer-association is running it.

I can be reached through @unown-history.

[tea-cookies-and-indeedee]

Heya I'm Masie Alexis Norwood (masie is pronounced Maze-ee) I use she/her pronouns I'm Alaina's best friend and I'm going to be helping out at the Cafe I'm a Liepard hybrid. I'm also a pokemon researcher in my free time

My pokemon team is a Dragapult named Chaos, an Appletun named Fritter, A Scorbunny named Layla, a Hatterene named Constance, a Grimmsnarl named Felix, and a Thievul named Joker

I'll put my trainer card on here later but here's a picture of me

- Masie Norwood

(//OOC picrew here)

OH YEAH our menu:

Lavender rose indeedee cookies

Yamper cupcakes

Agislash shield cookies

Pokeball fruit tarts

Nincada chocolate dipped pretzels

Mini appletun apple pies

Swablu cupcakes

Corviknight crepes

Wooloo trifle

Scorbunny custard

Hatterene chocolates

Grimmsnarl tarts

Theivul mask cookies

We also sell our homemade tea leaf blends and various hot drink mixes we also make ourselves

And we also can make most other things that aren't necessarily on our menu so if you have a request we can most likely make it for you

[Plaintext: Heya I'm Masie Alexis Norwood (masie is pronounced Maze-ee) I use she/her pronouns I'm Alaina's best friend and I'm going to be helping out at the Cafe I'm a Liepard hybrid. I'm also a pokemon researcher in my free time

My pokemon team is a Dragapult named Chaos, an Appletun named Fritter, A Scorbunny named Layla, a Hatterene name Constance, a Grimmsnarl named Felix, and a Thievul named Joker

I'll put my trainer card on here later but here's a picture of me]

Hi there I'm Alaina Roserade Edwards 22 I use she/her pronouns and I just opened a Cafe in Hammerlocke in galar. I am an Indeedee hybrid dont question it I don't like talking about it. I don't mind answering questions about my hybridism but please dont ask about my parents.

I have a brother and sister pair Male and Female Indeedee Named Cosmos and Violet

I also have a Yamper name Lola, a Wooloo named Lambert, a Polteageist named Chamomile, and a Shiny Corviknight named Gawain

Pelipper Mail, Unmail, and Malice are On

Magic anons are also On

My pokemon team:

Me:

//OOC below the cut

//OOC hi it's Luna again (@lunaphoenix221) I had an idea for a blog so I made it an indeedee hybrid running a Cafe in Galar I hope to have fun with this blog and I hope to do some plot things. Please dont be weird to her especially since she's a hybrid and don't ask her about her parents. But yeah have fun and enjoy. I the mod am an adult and sometimes there will be swearing and adult topics, nothing NSFW b/c I dont like NSFW stuff so please do not send anything NSFW please and thank you.

Also this concept is kinda inspired by @oh-shinx (sorry for the ping) who is a blog I really look up to and really enjoy and is one of the major reasons I joined the community