#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?

[ayukaze]

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

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

Some pointers to keep in mind:

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

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

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

Twitter announcement.

[sykilik101]

Your abuseshipping fanfictions are shitty as always, Serge.

https://x.com/dbzebra2/status/1882231337417114071

https://x.com/Nandosagi1/status/1732683429278372062

Learn from my pals, Serge. Nobody gives a shit about what they have written cuz the readers know that their writing is shitty as shit.

You responding with your shitty abuseshipping writing shows how you are unable to accept the reality that pokeshipping is dead you genwunners!!!!!!!!!!

“Ash, let me borrow your hat.”

Ash dragged the back of his hand across his brow, pointedly ignoring her request as he worked to keep sweat from dripping into his eyes. Common traveler sense would tell anyone that following a road was the safest way to keep from getting lost while heading towards your next destination, even if that road ran through a desert climate.

The heat was going to make the following argument worse. He’d take that over losing his shade.

“Ash, I know you heard me.”

“Brock, did you hear something?”

The breeder had only just finished taking a swig from his canteen before throwing him a confused expression that looked on the cusp of turning irate. “Look, I’m not getting in between another one of your arguments.”

“Pikachu? You hear anything?”

The electric mouse could only muster a small “cha” as he slumped atop Ash’s backpack, which was more than Ash could ask of his little buddy.

“Guess it was just my imagination.”

What was decidedly not his imagination was the thumb and index finger that took a fierce hold of his cheek, earning a yelp as Ash jerked his head away. “Cut it out, Misty!”

“Come on, let me borrow your hat!”

“No way, I want the shade!”

“So do I!”

“Then get your own hat!”

“Where am I gonna get a hat in the middle of the road?”

“Will you two knock it off?!”

The bickering duo jolted at Brock’s snap, the rare frustration in his voice a brief distraction from the overbearing heat.

Emphasis on brief.

“Just for a few minutes, come on!”

Focus on the road, focus on the road.

“You’ll be fine without it for a little bit!”

Eyes forward, keep walking.

“I’ll give it back quick, promise!”

One step at a time.

“Ash, will you at least answer me?!”

As it turns out, a combination of heat and Misty had the power to snap away all forms of patience.

“Misty, this is a special edition hat, and I-”

“-sent in a million postcards to get it; yeah, you also told me a million times, too. It’s not like I’m gonna lose it, I just wanna wear it for a few minutes.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “But what if you do lose it?”

He could see the barely-raised vein on her temple starting to throb. “Ash, where am I gonna lose your hat in the middle of- you know what, I’ll make a deal with you.”

Ash decidedly ignored the sigh of relief coming from Brock’s direction. “What kind of deal?”

To answer him, she reached up and pulled her hair band out, letting her hair fall down to her shoulders. A gentle skip of the heart was enough of a distraction that he didn’t stop her from yanking his hat off and resting it atop her head with a cheeky wink. “I’ll wear the hat, and you can hold onto this.” At this she took his wrist, pulling his hand towards her and dropping the hair band in his palm. “If I lose the hat, you can keep it.”

“...what am I supposed to do with this?!”

Misty was about to reply, but before she could say anything Pikachu had leapt up onto Ash’s shoulder.

“Pika pi.”

Ash blinked, his attention on the little electric mouse. “What’s up, Pikachu?”

Without another word Pikachu nabbed the small blue band from Ash before reaching around himself. A moment later he turned to show it fastened around his tail, cheerfully throwing up a small peace sign. “Pi pikachu!”

Misty giggled despite Ash’s dismay. “See, Ash, look how cute Pikachu looks!”

Ash rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Whatever, it looks cuter on you.”

He had intended his words to mean “Hey, you should keep wearing your hair band so I can get my hat back.” Of course, to anyone else listening, his words carried a very different meaning.

Misty froze in place; it took Ash three steps to realize she’d stopped, turning to face her. “Now what is it?”

“...you think I’m cute?”

He opened his mouth, but the last 15 seconds replayed in his head and his train of thought suddenly careened off its tracks.

“N-no, I just meant…”

Curse this heat for messing with his head.

He wished he could blame the tiny sparkle in her eyes on his delirium, but he’d sounded so stupidly sure of himself with his retort. He barely had the energy to concoct a proper reply, so it was time for the Ash Ketchum special.

In a split second he’d whipped the band off Pikachu’s tail, handed it back to her, snatched his hat back before returning it to his head, and bolted down the road.

“Ash Ketchum, get back here!”

“Ash, wait up!”

He craned his neck back, grinning as his two friends gave chase. He took extra notice of Misty; her enraged eyes, face flushed from the arid air, and her short orange hair fallen from its normal perch, swaying as she ran.

He turned back towards the road ahead of them, thinking that they needed to get to somewhere cooler as soon as possible. He was getting way too flustered out here.

(I actually tried to do a @seecarrun style of fanfic; I read a chunk of her snippets and wanted to see if I could write something like that in my style. I hope y'all like it!)

[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

[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"

[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

[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.

[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