#aaml

[miyatoriaka]

*Taking a Ride on the God of the Ocean*

Tribute to "Pokémon 2000 - The Power of One"

What if Misty was allowed to join Ash and Pikachu on their ride on Lugia, while peace was coming back to the world, Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres joining them.

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[hollylu-ships-it]

(To see the full image, please click on the above drawing. Enjoy!)

Here is the link to his fic! 💌

[enchantedmyth]

Yet another quick coloured sketch inspired by the pokeshipping fanfiction "Two friends, Two hearts"

[fleebites]

nostalgia

[seecarrun]

There was something just a little different about this visit.

They had been sitting out of the Ketchum’s front porch, enjoying the crisp night air and getting caught up on each other’s lives since they had seen each other last.

Misty knew she had been doing a poor job of hiding what must have been a pretty obvious lovesick expression on her face, as even Ash had picked up on it and asked her why she was looking at him so funnily, but she was honestly finding it hard to care. Her Ash was home, bathed in moonlight and beautiful and passionately talking about his latest adventures, and maybe she was sick of hiding her feelings; maybe Ash was wonderful and deserved to know she knew it.

Maybe she wouldn’t hide it, just this once.

He paused a retelling of some battle he’d had against a particularly powerful alomomola, to stare at her again, looking just a touch self-conscious. “Seriously, is there something on my face?” he asked, but Misty just giggled.

“I’m just happy you’re here,” she told him sincerely. “I missed you.”

Ash’s eyes widened, understandably surprised by her honesty. Missing each other was one of those things they didn’t admit out loud, and she had just broken that unspoken rule. “You did?” he asked.

Misty nodded. “Of course, doofus. I always miss you when we’re apart.”

Ash seemed to take a moment to process that information, and, to her delighted surprise, a gentle blush bloomed across his cheeks. “Oh,” he murmured, suddenly looking timid. “I—I miss you too,” he admitted.

“Oh yeah?” she asked cheekily, feeling emboldened by his reaction.

Ash eyed her wearily, catching on to her subtle fishing, and smirked playfully. “Yeah, it’s too quiet out there without your constant nagging.”

“How dare you!” she gasped, pretending to be offended and lightly smacking him in the shoulder while he laughed. “We were having a moment!”

“I know! I know! I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it!” He reached an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him in a cozy little side-hug of apology, which she allowed him to do with little argument, enjoying the warmth of his body next to hers.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she told him quietly, her face burning as she internally prayed he would think she just meant it in a friendly, casual way. Thankfully he just hummed, resting his head against hers and holding her just a bit tighter.

“Yeah. Love you too, Mist.”

[courageousfaolan]

Anyone else notice this?

[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.

[an-intronerd]

Prologue 

Ash Ketchum is monumentally, severely, completely fucked. 

He leans against the fireplace of his childhood home, partially hidden by the couch and the not-so-small group of people littered around him and spilling into the adjoining dining space.

His head thunks against the wall as his friends and family clap and cheer, shouting over each other as they hurl congratulations and compliments, surrounding the two figures in the middle.

Though Ash’s eyes are closed and his hat is pulled low over his face, he sees clear as day the wide cerulean eyes and a beaming smile. The blinding glint of a diamond ring slipping onto a dainty finger. 

He sees brown eyes staring warmly at a joyous face. Sees the strong arms wrap around a slim waist and show no signs of budging. 

Ash can’t stop it, can’t stop seeing the moments burned into his mind, watching as his oldest friend, his best friend, stares in shock as her boyfriend of seven months drops onto one knee, pulls out a small, navy blue box, and asks the woman in front of him if she’d do him the honor of becoming his wife. 

He can’t stop replaying the moment that a breathy, elated yes slips out of soft, pink lips.

Misty Waterflower has just gotten engaged.

Misty Waterflower is to be married. Has agreed to it in front of everyone she cares about and more. Is wrapped up in the arms of a man she’s been with for all of a year, blushing and laughing as those around her, her sisters, her friends, Ash’s mom, all congratulate her. 

What a time to realize you’re in love with your best friend, right? 

So, yeah. Fucked.

[echidnapower]

The time has come ladies and gentlemen, Pokeshippers of all ages...the next chapter of AAML: Diamond and Pearl version is here at last! Big thanks to @zdbztumble for proofreading for me before I published it.

So, with that said, it's time for Ash to journey through the Hisui Region, so buckle up everyone!

[rockyroadsmith]

Did you ever watch the Pokemon anime series as a kid?

Oh heck yes! I was 8 years old when the Pokémon anime first aired in North America, the target age group for the Pokémon brainwashing to take effect, and I loved it! Misty will always be my favorite character and I shipped her with Ash hardcore. Pokeshipping/AAML fanfiction were something I read every day, I was obsessed. I still ship them to this day, even though they didn’t become a couple in the end, but that’s what fanfiction and fanart is for lol

But my favorite Pokémon to this day is still Ditto. 🥰

I can’t draw Pokémon for crap though. XD

[miyatoriaka]

"There's always hope, whenever you're not expecting it ..."

~ Wonders exist.

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I’m not expecting people to understand that motive at all, but I wanted to mention the idea is based on a true story. On August 2nd ’23 was one of the darkest days in my life and I never want to forget what gift I received at exact that time. I'm thankful and now full of hope.

サトカス/Pokeshipping/AaMl | "Hope" | August 4th to August 11th 2023

[hollylu-ships-it]

Commission for someone on Twitter, another crossover pic! The real OTP Ash and Misty as Ladybug and Chat Noir, Paris's greatest superhero team!

I had a lot of fun with this particular commission, I love both these couples and I really wanted to make it come out great!

As always I am open for commissions, so if you wanna hire me to draw you something, just shoot me a message and we'll talk! Enjoy everyone!

[enchantedmyth]

Redrew an art I made a couple years ago for my friend. It's Ash and Misty, BTW. All grown up. One might think they're finally together, right? Actually, they're fools who are still supposed friends. Yeah.

Also, go check out the new chapter of 'Two friends, Two hearts'. I wrote my very first Pokémon battle and cried a few times writing it. Fun times. The spice was fun, though.

Here's the link:

Ao3: Chapter 9: Somewhere we can hide- "Two Freiwnds, Two Hearts"

Fanfiction: Chapter 9: Somewhere we can hide- "Two Friends, Two Hearts"

[anotherworldash]

Heaven, when I held you again How could we ever just be friends? I would rather die than let you go Juliet to your Romeo How I heard you say...

"I would never fall in love again, until I found her” I said, “I would never fall, unless it’s you I fall into” I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you

[seecarrun]

Misty eyes the whole situation warily, cautious to not get her hopes up that anything would be different here than it was last time.

Ash Ketchum, the unwitting holder of her heart, stands in the doorway to the kitchen, once again shoving food into his dumb face, either unaware or uncaring that he has positioned himself, once again, under the goddamn mistletoe.

“There’s no way he’s that dumb, right?” she asks Psyduck, who looks up at her with a blank and vacant expression. And Misty realizes that yeah, he absolutely could be that dumb, she’s seen him in action more times than she count.

She weighs her options, sipping her eggnog for a little extra liquid courage. She could a) ignore it, let someone else either give him a head’s up or try to steal a kiss and possibly get humiliated exactly as she had all those years ago. Or, who knows, maybe they would get a kiss. Ash had to have grown up at least a little since then, right? Right. Or, she could b) go over there and shoot her shot herself.

Decisions, decisions.

She hangs back and watches just a minute more, and when it becomes clear that Ash is there to stay, she makes her decision. Rolling her shoulders and standing up straight in a poor attempt at tricking herself into thinking she’s confident, she downs the rest of her eggnog in one gulp, slams her empty cup onto the window ledge, and strides over to the doorway, leaving Psyduck behind.

“Hey Ash,” she begins, innocently enough. Ash looks up from his plate of desserts and smiles, closed lip, his mouth full.

“Mi Mifty,” he greets her back. Misty doesn’t hold back her look of disgust.

“Ugh, gross,” she says, crinkling her nose. “Chew and swallow, would you?”

“Wurfing on if.”

She weighs her options again, questioning her own taste in men when she’s reminded that this is what she wants so badly to kiss, and sighs. She still thinks he’s adorable even when he’s being a total lechonk. This is it all right. “Take your time,” she tells him dryly, and finally, he manages to swallow his food and gives her a megawatt smile.

“Okay, there,” he laughs, at least looking sheepish. “What’s up?”

He seriously doesn’t know he’s under the mistletoe, she realizes, and can’t help but answer him by pointing up at the top of the door frame. “Well, that’s up, for one thing,” she says.

Ash follows her finger, his eyes widening when he finally notices the plant. “Oh,” he chokes out.

“No pressure,” she assures him when she sees the panic start to creep onto his face. “No need to go running across the room and into a table or anything. A simple no will do.”

He frowns at that, looking satisfyingly guilty. “Oh man,” he begins, “I’m sorry about that, Mist. I know it was a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have wanted to kiss me anyway, but that was pretty shitty of me.”

Misty cringes internally at the ‘you wouldn’t have wanted to kiss me anyway’, and outwardly offers him a kind smile. “It’s seriously fine, Ash. We were kids.” Dumb, dumb kids.

Ash’s frown deepens, then suddenly, his eyes harden and he looks up at her, a worryingly determined glint in his eyes. “Well, I’ll just have to make it up to you,” he declares.

“What?” Misty asks, before she is all of a sudden being kissed on the cheek by Ash Ketchum.

He pulls away and they stare at each other with wide eyes, like they both can’t believe that Ash had just done that, when he decides to officially give her heart attack and says, “Okay, one down, one to go.”

“One to go?!” she cries, and it’s Ash’s turn to look at her liked she’s the idiot.

“That one was for last time,” he explains. “We’re under it again, aren’t we?”

And Misty, perhaps possessed or emboldened by Ash’s actions, lets her heart speak before her head can stop it. “Well are,” she confirms. “And we’re not kids anymore either. Shouldn’t this kiss be a little more gown up, too?”

Ash’s eyes widen, but his expressions quickly shifts into something determined, despite his reddening cheeks. “It should,” he states confidently, and before she knows it, he’s leaning in.

Misty is no expert, but she’s pretty sure the kiss is worth the wait.

[miyasdoodlyblog]

“Oh Crap!” - Pokeshipping [2023|01|22]

A tribute to Mezase Pokémon Master episode 02. Thank you so much, pokeani-/anipoke-team for making a little dream come true with having an Ash-and-Misty-only-episode. Words still can’t describe how happy you made me. It was a wonderful travel through time. <3 I really hope this picture reaches you some day with a big “Thank you / Arrigatou” by me. You did and still are doing an amazing job! Still sad, Psyduck didn’t have a space left on it. ;; *Twitter* *Animexx*