#boyfriend pokédex

[tuituipupu]

[on jari’s ig]

HOW MANY MEN DO YOU HAVE EXACTLY?!?? 💚❤️

[suaimhneas-gairid]

KÄÄRIJÄ FAN ZINE DAY!!!

This project let me work with so many amazing artists and we made a bunch of cool extras to go with it, it really is such a joy to have it in my hands 🥰🥰🥰

Please check out @kaarijazineofficial for all the other artists who worked on this, and keep an eye out for other people posting which cards they received with their zine 👀

[musicalislife]

New guy added to his collection

Photo from Käärijä’s instagram story 2023.08.15.

[kidvoodoo]

Jeest Mafia AU, snippet under the cut 💚💙

Joost tried not to make eye contact with anyone at the airport, though the stares he received at his battered face were inevitable. How many tall, blond, bandaged, bruised and bloody men were in a hurried rush to the terminal? Odds say: not many.

‘Not that I should be thinking about odds right now’ chided his conscience, ‘that’s how I got into this mess in the first place…’

His pace didn’t falter despite the looks from the other passengers lining up in their respective lines. All of them with bags and luggage alike underarm or trailing behind them, his own, suspiciously absent.

No time to pack, clothes on his back, phone, wallet and a little vial of two small white pills. Security checkpoint nearly put an end to those, but a desperate, puppy-eyed look and his disheveled state made the officer roll her eyes and wave him through, for all she knew, or anyone knew, it was aspirin.

‘Fix more than a headache’ his inner thoughts sneered, ‘steady on Joost, for emergencies only’.

He kept his eyes on the gate numbers, briefly glancing at the destinations. Cabo, Shanghai, Johannesburg, each a far flung place he could have potentially laid low in for months, relax on some resort beach or in a high class penthouse…

But that’s not where he’s headed.

He spies the glowing gate number, the destination? Helsinki, Finland. He got the ticket the same day he got the phone call telling him to leave as fast as possible, his usually calm and monotone source had an edge of panic to their voice, Joost trashed the burner after that and shredded the last of his books and burned them. He left his apartment as the ashes were still smoldering.

Finland eh? The only clue of what was happening next was the note in the ticket envelope, hurried scrawling in broken Dutch gave him simple instructions:

Taxi to the airport, pay in cash. Get on the plane. Make sure you are in the camera view the whole time, locate the Air Marshal and watch him. Once you are off the plane, head to the pick up zone in the parking lot and look for the black limo. Tap on the driver’s side window and give the password.

“Here for Tommy’s boy” he mutters under his breath. The magic words that’ll guarantee his safety and freedom, or will land him a bullet between the brows…

Better than the alternative.

He’s on time for the early boarding and hands the Steward his ticket, eyeing the Air Marshal at the doors to the plane’s walkway. He’s given a smile and some well wishes for his flight and finally, for the first time in several days, he feels a little sliver of calm wash over him.

‘Can’t cut me up on the plane you fuckers’

He finds his seat, window view and close to the front of the plane and plops down, the ache in his joints and back starting to flare up since the adrenaline begins to wear off.

Finland…he’s uncertain exactly what is waiting for him there, he regrets not grabbing a translation booklet at the terminal kiosk but there was simply no time. His new phone is IP hidden for the time being till he can get a VPN to bounce his signal, so no using Google’s underwhelming translation system…

He thinks back to a conversation he overheard at a conference last year. The big guys were all there, each of them with a meaty bodyguard in tow and a pistol or two brandished in plain sight.

He was there on happenstance, just finishing up the numbers to hand to his boss for the last fiscal year when his curiosity got the best of him.

“Baltic’s are at it again,” his boss sneers, tapping his cigar onto the floor, “think they’ll hide behind the Nordic cunts so they don’t have to play anymore”.

“Hm.” Another well dressed older man hums in response. He’s the police liaison, a former Captain who’s been working with the mob for 40 years. “Not much to be done about it Albert, the Fins have the advantage now, I hear they’ve even brought Estonia into the fold now.”

Albert snorts, getting to his feet and giving a couple other well-dressed people a farewell wave.

“Cuz of that little shit,” he grumbles, motioning his bodyguard to get a move on. “What’s his name? Kät-something? The Union fucker.”

“Käärijä,” the former Police Captain supplies, “his Union is very bold for an upstart, cutting off the trade in the Baltic’s disrupts everything. Heard he’s in talks of making a deal with the Norwegians as well. That’s the case? Say goodbye to the big money”.

Joost tried to linger as long as possible to catch the last bit of conversation, tucking himself against the wall and listening close.

“Damn idiot, Norway doesn’t play with the new players, even if the young lady is supposedly running things over there now. He’s a fucking lunatic to think the Baltic’s will stay loyal, he’ll be done by the end of the year, mark my words-“

A dinging noise jolts him awake from his daze, the Flight Attendants are doing their safety check. The doors to the plane are closed and for the first time in weeks, months even, Joost’s tense shoulders drop with exhaustion.

He is safe. For now.

<><><>

Roughly three hours later, he startles awake.

The voice over the intercom of the plane cabin announces in several languages that they have arrived at Helsinki Airport and will begin the landing process momentarily.

He spares a glance around the cabin out of paranoia, nothing out of the ordinary and no unwanted eyes in his direction.

Twenty minutes later and he’s heading out of the plane and into the airport terminal. The weather outside is gray and snowy, the sky a mass of colorless clouds and the sun choked somewhere behind. He shivers just looking at the weather, his cheap suit jacket will definitely not suffice.

He heads down the walkways and tried not to get too overwhelmed with the directions, mostly in Finnish but thankfully also in English.

He’s only a hundred feet from the parking lot when he feels eyes on his back. He tries subtly to peak behind and catch if he’s being followed.

Two men, both in dark blue suits and expensive leather shoes, each sporting a grim, intense expression. They have their hands in their pockets.

Joost picks up his pace, eyes focused on the automatic doors that swing open and shut.

He can hear them closing behind him, their shoes loud against the tiles. He starts to jog.

He doesn’t stop to apologize to the people he pushes past to get out of the door, ignoring the scowls and curses thrown his way. His heart is hammering in his chest, he has but a minute to locate the car before he’s dragged off and butchered in a dark corner…

A car horn blares loudly as he flinches and freezes, he had walked right out in front of a pair of high beams, his eyes don’t have time to adjust as he hurriedly runs around to look.

Black limousine, tinted windows with triple thick bulletproof glass and chrome trimming. The driver’s side window rolls down, a bald man with sunglasses and a mustache regards him blankly.

“P-please,” he stammers, eyes catching the two suited men finally breaching the threshold. “I-I’m being followed-“

“What is phrase?” The driver interrupts, not at all phased by the situation in the slightest.

“Th-the wha-oh yes yes, it’s uh…” he swallows takes a breath and speaks the words softly enough for the man to hear him.

“I’m here for Tommy’s boy.”

The door at the back of the limo clicks open, beckoning him inside.

He all but dives into the car and slams the door shut just as the two men make a dash towards the vehicle, only to stop dead in their tracks mere feet away.

Joost doesn’t have the time to take in his surroundings as he sees what has halted his stalkers. In the split second before the limo peels out with a loud screeching of tires, the window on the opposite side is down just enough to see the startled and blanched faces of the two men, who find themselves held in place by a man aiming a 45 caliber handgun at them.

Were it to fire at point blank range, one of the two men would have nearly had his torso blown open. More than a lethal shot, truly overkill at that point.

The car peels out of the lot and before he knows it, Joost is tossed back into he seat as the limo put some speedy distance between him and the danger.

A loud curse and sound of a window being rolled up. Joost finally levels his eyes behind his cracked glasses to see his savior.

Sitting across from him now with the gun held loosely in his grip is a dark haired man with pale skin. He sports a blunted bowl cut and his facial hair is trimmed and tidy. He wears a long black coat with a layered polo necked jumper and a couple silver chains around his neck. The jewelry matches his pierced ears and nose rings, the whole of his attire is expensive and modern looking.

Joost is drawn into the man’s piercing eyes, blue like his own but with an edge of silver steel, made more intimidating and entrancing by the heavy makeup that lines them.

The man is staring at him, Joost’s palms immediately start to sweat.

“I uh,”

“You are the Dutchman we take in?” The man interrupts, his voice has an hint of annoyance, Joost nods politely and holds out his hand to shake.

“Yes, I mean to say, thank you,” he tries to muster a charming smile but finds himself pinned under the man’s gaze like a deer being watched through a hunter’s scope.

“I’m sure this is a bit of trouble for you-“

“Trouble? I say it is bigger trouble for you and not me. You need a drink yes? I have gin and brandy here.” The man all but ignores whatever Joost was trying to say and busies himself with pouring a drink from a side bar containing glasses and some bottles. “Brandy since the gin is warm, I not have a lot of time to get it ready.”

Joost wants to say something, anything to this stranger but finds himself at an utter loss for words. The man looks at him expectantly, pushing the glass of amber liquor into his hands.

“There you drink that, feel better afterwards. You say you looking for Tommy’s boy? That is what he tell you to say? He think he is funny man, he gonna have to explain to me…” the man trails off, eyes now scanning and taking in Joost’s disheveled appearance. “You have injury? I have some bandage here and some other things uh,” the man stops and searches for a word. “you know, doctor supplies?”

“First aid kit?” Joost supplies.

“Ah yes yes! That is it,” the man grins and digs around a bit before huffing in annoyance and opening the little sliding window to the driver’s compartment. He asks for something in Finnish and the bald man replies. Information gathered, he opens a compartment and fishes out a nondescript black case.

“Okei here it is. Let me see your hand, you have blood on your palm.” He does? Joost was in such a mad dash to get away from the goons who had jumped him back in the Netherlands he didn’t have time to take stock of his injuries. He holds out his hand timidly and the man yanks it none too gently to inspect.

“No stitches I think,” he hums, grabbing supplies to clean and patch the gash on Joost’s palm.

The man’s grip is firm and steady, there is warm radiating from beneath the leather gloves he wears.

“You are Mr. Klein eh?” The man says absentmindedly as he cleans the wound. “I hear you screw your boss out two million euros, not bad.” The man smirks, eyes flickering up to Joost’s face. “I like someone who disrupts the status quo. When Tommy say you in trouble, I had to do something about it. Would be a waste for you ending up in concrete.”

Joost cringes a little at the mention of his dilemma, taking a long gulp of his drink and reveling in the burn.

“I don’t know about disruption, I just did what I thought was right is all. Didn’t think it would go this far…” he wishes he could be more proud, he did take a chunk of money from the hands of the worst men in Europe. Now, he’s a marked man, possibly forever.

The dark haired man seems to sense his discomfort and finishes dressing his hand, grabbing a gauze patch and passing it over.

“What is done is done, you think it is bad thing now, but you make a big move, and now you have a big advantage for the war that is coming.”

Joost finishes placing the gauze over the gash on his cheek, looking at the man puzzlingly.

“What war? And what advantage are you talking about?”

The man leans back against his seat and smiles, his sharp canines peak over his lips and his expression is one of amusement and vicious excitement.

“The war between the Union and the Old Men, tear down their ruined kingdom and make our own. The advantage? That’s easy,”

The man chuckles darkly.

“You have Käärijä in your corner now.”

[atlasthemayor]

WOOHOO LET'S GO POLYARTOBER DAY 1 ''Lovers''

Dex was NOT ready for what awaited in his mailbox today ALSO: Keep reading if you wanna see what the actual love letters are!! (courtesy of my best friend @aristocrating who offered to write them all without me even having thought of that)(they're all SO good)

Chowder:

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (other than nursey, ofc!)

OK THAT’S ITTTT KTHXBYE!!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bitty:

Dear Dex,

You’re a real sweetheart! Thank you for always helpin’ with the baking, and for always having an open ear for the newest gossip. You take care of the Haus so well, and you always give it your all for the team. I really admire that about you!

I would bake the world into a giant pie just for you, if I could! (Sorry I’m not as much of a poet as Nursey, I suppose!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ransom & Holster:

Yooo Dex! Dexter! Sexy Dexy! PokéDex! (read alternating in mine and Holtz’s voice)

You’re the coolest fucking bro on the whole damn team, and you’re hot as FUUUUUCK! (literally hot, too! write that down, Rans! Write that down!)

If you’re ever interested in a little d-men action, a little bro-bonding quality time, then hit us up!

Ps: haus 2.0 has a room that’s pretty much just a sex dungeon, if you’re into that kind of thing (don’t scare him off Rans, jeez!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jack:

Hello Dex,

I was encouraged to send you one of these, by, euh, third parties who will go unnamed. I just wanted to write to you to say that, um. Your hands are soft as hell, and you always bring it your all to the ice. You give Samwell Men’s Hockey the good name it has, and it is an honor that I got to share the locker room with you for a whole year. Euh, I mean the ice. Yeah. Take care, eh?

-JLZ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Whiskey:

Yo.

You’re pretty neat.

Drop by my room sometime if you’re free, yeah?

- Connor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Farmer:

Hi Dex, sorry this is not a love letter. This is just to say to please give my boyfriend back in one piece once you’re done with him, I still need him!

Thanks xx ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Parse:

Dear Will,

Ever since I saw you at that party, I knew you were something special. How did I get your home address? Don’t worry about it. My point is: you’re really fucking hot and you should let me know the next time you’re in Vegas. I could show you around town and introduce you to some Aces, and then I could show you the Strip, if you know what I mean. Was that too corny? Whatever.

This is KVP, call me.

[number redacted] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nursey:

Dear Will,

I spy two beers and a skin fair and freckled

The bloodshot of ears and a face red-hot speckled

Two seats by the pond, and an evening with a klutz

The beat of my heart, and a churning in my guts

The holding of hands, the potential of a kiss

A golden opportunity I don’t want to miss

Your amber-brown eyes, the color of honey

The guess that I like you, right on the money

I spy a mop of hair, gingery red

And the promise of a date (if I’m not injured yet).

~ Derek ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

(for the @polyamships fellas, the characters in order are William Poindexter, Chris Chow, Eric Bittle, Justin Oluransi, Adam Birkholtz, Jack Zimmermann, Connor Whisk, Caitlin Farmer, Kent Parson, and Derek Nurse) (promise I won't do these many characters so often sorryyyyyy <3<3<3)

[hotcat37]

Day 8: boyfriend Pokédex 🗣🗣 I wanted to add more boyfriends but my page was too small 🥲

@kaarija-inktober 💏

[sunnysideoflondon]

käärijä boyfriend pokédex

in no specific order. some of these don't have links because i either can't find them or i lost them. if you have more to add, links i'm missing, incorrect information, etc please tell me :) i don't really go here anymore but i'll try to keep this list updated

count: 20

Bojan Cvjetićanin

lead singer of joker out + ESC 2023 contestant

do i need to make a list. do you want me to make a list. do i need to show you a li- *gunshots*

i could eventually list out as much as i can find though. or maybe that would need its own post

or you can look in my bojere tag

Robin Packalen

singer + UMK 2023 contestant

that umk interview where he slammed the fuck out of the button to say he'd kiss robin

Benjamin Peltonen

singer + UMK 2023 contestant

them allegedly pining over each other during UMK

jere said something along the lines of "he's a sexy guy. amazing action" but i cant find it

that tiktok of benjamin slapping jere's ass with persikan perään out of all songs in the background

Aapo Vuori

lead singer of portion boys + UMK 2023 contestant

they kissed and jere said it felt good (ver with translation)

UMK confessions where he said aapo massaged his shoulders and they kissed (probably a different kiss than the above)

KUUMAA (they count as 3)

band + UMK 2023 contestants

they will see each other in jere's bedroom

making kissy faces

gay sex onstage w johannes

Damiano David

lead singer of måneskin

THEY DID SOMETHING i don't remember what but i know people include him as a bf for a reason

Häärijä

he's just some guy

the tiktok (or ig story?) where he lifts up häärijä's coat to reveal ass

THAT ig post. the bulbasaur vs pikachu one

the onlyfans.

Jukka Sorsa

one of the daltonit

them kissing in front of a whole audience (more)

i think they did twice actually (or at least nearly) but i can't find the link

Matti Myllyaho

one of the dancers

is matti single? not anymore

Antti Tuisku

singer

him getting pinned to a pillar by antti and looking suspicious (more)

Jesse Voss

singer

onstage tomfoolery

also multiple other occasions

Niko Saarinen

celebrity

choosing the gay celeb over the obviously interested woman (more)

Mika Rajala

some skit maker?

getting suggestively invited into a bathroom

Joonas Kymäläinen

i have no idea who this is

making kissy faces at the guy (but it goes unnoticed)

Ludwig Gassner

alessandra mele's boyfriend

he got accidentally included within the marriage proposal

Random Audience Member

random audience member

get flirted with

Tommy Cash

estonian rapper that he collabed with (on ICIP)

olympiastadion. here are some gifsets, some screen caps, and the full video

the shower tiktok

Pekka Rinne

hockey player

how do i describe this. looking lovingly into each other's eyes or something

this urheilucast episode that hit me like a freight train

is the president of finland supposed to be on this list lol??? i don't know if i made that up or not

[gyunikum]

New boyfriend added to the pokédex

[sexysilverstrider]

Skitty | SSS

   “Silver, look!” Hopping to his side, Kotone showed him her Pokédex. “Apparently, there’s a rare spawn here somewhere!” Right hand holding the dex, left hand gently tugged the front of his shirt.

   Her strength wasn’t applied that harshly, yet out of understanding of her antics, Silver leaned closer. “Hmm?” he lazily replied, one eyebrow raised in silent curiosity. Their faces were close, cheeks almost brushed at the intimate proximity. Right arm wrapped around her waist, hands mindlessly brushing up and down her side.

   Indulged in her excitement, Kotone showed what was on the screen. “It’s a Skitty!”

   Upon seeing and knowing where this conversation was going, a frown tickled the corners of his mouth. “Kotone,” He leaned away—just the slightest to look at her, “that’s not a rare spawn.”

   “It is if it suddenly appeared in Johto!” She looked up, nose almost brushing against his. Taking the opportunity, she tiptoed and lightly pecked the tip of his nose. “Besides, I heard its shiny is super pretty!” Bobbing on the balls of her feet, Kotone averted her attention towards the dex. “I don’t know how the species appeared here, but I’m not gonna miss this chance to catch one!”

   “You just don’t want to the miss the chance to name one ‘Silver’.”

   A giggle from her.

   A groan from him.

   “Please?” Blinking her beautiful brown eyes, Kotone gave her signature plea that she knew Silver could never resist.

   And damn her; she was right.

   “Fine…” Rolled eyes accompanied with a defeated sigh, Silver threw a harmless glare. “But on one condition, we make this a competition and find its shiny version. Winner gets to nickname it.” His left index finger was raised while his right arm still tugged the petite woman.

   Delighted that he agreed to her request, her smile widened. “Deal!” Hopping to a spin to face him, Kotone flung her arms around his neck. “Thank you! You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

   The words came out so naturally, so commonly, yet it never ceased to make his heart race. “I know.” Frown tickled easily to a shaky, amused smile, Silver placed a kiss to the side of her head.

   It looks like he needed to find the shiny Kitten Pokémon first if he wanted to nickname it ‘Kotone’.

END

[tuituipupu]

hoida mut also goes well dubbed over the käxjohannes vids fyi 🤠👍

[wyverndollface96]

Arven x Female Reader: Damned Diglett

You broke your leg all because of a Diglett. Mild swearing contained.

You were venturing through Dalizapa Passage after just leaving Glaseado Mountain. You had just got done adding some Ice-type Pokémon to your Pokédex and were gonna head to Medali, when, as you were walking along a steep trail within the passage, a Diglett pops up under your foot. You tripped, stumbled and fell just 8 feet below. You landed on your right foot, but it wiped out. That’s where you heard a loud snap.

“Ow, fuck!!” you yelped in pain. You had just broken your leg. You tried to move it, but the pain was so strong, it made you dizzy. You looked at your leg to see it was twisted the wrong way. The sight of it made you feel sick. You wish your Miraidon hadn’t been sick and would have let you ride it through Dalizapa Passage safely. Struggling, you pull out your Rotom Phone. “R-Rotom,” you groaned in pain, “call the…nearest m-medical…center” “Okay,” Rotom said, “calling Levincia Hospital. One moment.” In a quick moment, the call was picked up on the other end.

“Levincia Hospital! What’s the emergency?” a woman over the phone asked. “Uh, hello,” you groaned, “I’m stuck in Dalizapa Passage. I fell off a trail and broke my leg, thanks to a Diglett tripping me.” “Have you tried moving it or standing?” the woman asked. “I only tried to move it, but…” you were getting very dizzy, trying to finish your sentence, “it’s…agh…unbearable.” “Hang on, miss,” the woman said, “we will send a Kilowattrel ambulance your way. Don’t move your leg too much, alright?” “Thank you.” you whimpered.

The call ended. You then lay back to rest and wait for the ambulance to show up for you. But then you passed out. Before you know it, you woke up to see you were inside of an ambulance; up in the air. You had a cold cloth placed on your forehead by none other than gym leader Iono of Levincia. “Look who’s awake!” she says, though not too excitedly, but still managing a smile. You kinda gave a side smile as you were exhausted from the pain in your leg. “H-h-hey, Iono…” you groaned. “Hey there, friendo,” Iono says, already sounding calm, “I heard what happened. Also hearing you’re being brought to the hospital in my town. How are you feeling?”

You close your eyes and breathe deep to fight the sick feeling in your tummy. You were in serious pain, so it’s making you dizzy and nauseous. “Like absolute hell.” you groaned. “Don’t worry,” Iono said, “the crew at Levincia Hospital are top tier. Your leg will be patched up perfectly. I promise.” “I believe you.” you say before you pass out again.

It wasn’t long until you woke up in a hospital bed with your broken leg wrapped up. The doctor was in the room with you. “Hello, Miss (Y/N),” she said, “we got your leg all fixed up for you. You had pretty nasty fractures in your tibia and kneecap, so I would recommend staying off that leg until it’s fully healed. We will provide you with crutches until then. If there’s anything else you need, let us know.” “Ah, well….if you don’t mind….can you call my boyfriend, Arven? Here’s his number.” You passed Arven’s number to the doctor.

After making a quick phone call, you were informed Arven was on his way to the hospital. It wasn’t too long until he came into the room and sat by your bed. “Hey, sweetness.” he says, holding your hand as he had a worried tone in his voice. “Hi, babe.” you groaned. Your head was sweaty from the pain you went through. “Rough day, huh?” Arven asks, calmly. “Today really sucked,” you whined, putting your free hand over your eyes, “all thanks to that damned Diglett.” Arven gently caressed your cheek with his free hand and spoke gently to you, “Poor baby. Don’t worry. When we get you back home, I’ll take care of you, ‘Kay?”

Once you were released from the hospital, and with crutches for you, you and Arven took a Squawkabilly taxi back to your shared apartment. Arven helped lay you on the couch and propped two pillows under your leg to keep it elevated. “Are you hungry at all? Want anything to eat?” he asks. “Nah,” you groaned, “I’m not feeling too good to eat right now.” Arven nods. “Understandable.” he says. “Although, I could use a couple of Advils.” you said. “Oh, of course.” Arven says as he goes into the kitchen.

He comes back out with a glass of water and two Advil tablets in hand. He helps you sit up so you could take them. You pop the tablets in your mouth and drink down the water. Arven then sits on the couch with you; laying your head down on his lap. You turned your head to face Arven; Arven caresses your cheek as he looks at you with calm eyes. His touch felt amazing, even after having such a bad day with ending up in the hospital with a broken leg. At least it ended with being in the care of your loving boyfriend.

You took a nap in Arven’s lap. His touch was so comforting that it relaxed you enough to make you fall asleep. The Advil did, too. Arven fell asleep sometime after you did because of how peaceful you looked sleeping in his lap.

💕💕💕

[musicalislife]

Fellow Käärijä fans I have a question. Does anyone know how many boyfriends are in Käärijä’s boyfriend collection/Pokédex? I lost count😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[blubushie]

DO YOU HAVE ANY FAVOURITE POKEMON

I adore poison and ghost types ! Ghost types are so pretty to me, Im currently working on a 5 ft painting sprite thing of cofagrigus so i can put it on my wall

My childhood favourite Pokémon were Rapidash and Totodile. I've got an affection for grass types, dragon types, but mostly ghost types!

Now?

Well, lemme check the Pokédex, er...

Vulpix and Ninetales, but Alolan. I fucking love the Alolan variants of these two and Alolan Vulpix was the first Pokémon I ever traded for. You're going to notice that I have an affinity for mainly white or mainly black Pokémon.

Diglett

Rapidash. I don't care for Galarian Rapidash, but I'll gladly take a shiny Galarian! (Or a shiny normal...)

Ditto. I know it's only really useful for breeding but it just looks so stupid that I can't help but love it.

Mew. Mew is my bb and I actually made one for my ex-boyfriend as a teen out of those beads that melt together.

Totodile. Also my bb!

Wooper and Quagsire. I love Quag's expression, I love Wooper's playfulness.

Gardevoir (shiny)

Milotic (love the colours)

Sawsbuck. Their antlers change with the seasons and I think that's neat (spring form is my favourite because I love cherry blossoms)

Sylveon. Listen, I'm an artist. I love colours and how they compliment each other. And I love Sylveon's colour composition and how much the baby blue compliments the rose pink. 10/10 design. I had a shiny Sylveon in Moon.

Xerneas. I have a distinct memory of walking into an EB Games when I was maybe 12 and seeing the ads for Pokémon X and Y and I immediately gravitated toward X because I just really like deer and think weaponised bone cancer (antlers) is fucking amazing. Deer Pokémon? Sign me up. (On that note, I think that X is actually the first Pokémon gen I actually saw advertised... I didn't go out to town enough.)

Rowlet. Oh my god Rowlet my bb. Evolves into Decidueye and if you think I DIDN'T pick the grass/ghost edgy hooded owl sniper for a starter in Moon you are dead wrong.

Salazzle. I had this girl on my team--a shiny, cuz I love shinies--in Moon (and continued with that lineup in Sword & Shield).

Mimikyu. Lemme tell you how much I fucking love Mimikyu ok? I really love Mimikyu. I used to doodle Mimikyu. I have a keychain of Mimikyu somewhere (got for free when I bought cards). The poor bastard is scared to death of people and when it finally shows its face it wears a mask so you don't see its true colours. I love this thing. Me as a Pokémon. I'd break the no-hug rule for this little cunt cuz he really needs a hug. Do I know what's under the disguise? No. Do I care? No. He's perfect the way he is. Had one on my team and love him forever and ever mwah

Guzzlord, and literally only because of his voice in the Japanese dub of the show.

Sobble because of his fucking :0 facial expression. That's me 80% of my day.

Corviknight. Looks cool. Also I have a soft spot for corvids (especially jays and ravens).

Zacian. Again, colour composition, much like Sylveon. Also, doggo. Also Crowned Sword Zacian is OP as fuuuuuck.

Spectrier. Right now she's probably my favourite Pokémon.

Sprigatito. She's just that cute.

Shroodle. Cuz of them fuckin' eyes.

Espathra. I can trick my heart into thinking it's inspired by an emu instead of an ostrich...

Wiglett, cuz it reminds me of garden eels.

Whatever the fuck is going on with the Paradox Pokémon in Gen 9. Walking Wake, Iron Valiant, and Miraidon are my favourites of this group.

[strawberrystepmom]

okay i guess if kendall is going to be the lounging, fairy type princess “stereotypical barbie” of the pokémon au one of us has to get shit done…

since i’m the university student who literally learned how to read by playing pokémon, i’ll take the “black barbie president” role and be the professor!

my lab is in a busy city and it is impossible to catch me without a book in hand or filing away research on the pokédex. peeps are a lil bit scared me because my place has way too many fully evolved scary pokémon like gengar, blastoise and venusaur, i have a scary boyfriend (jason or geto) and i’m grumpy from sleepless work nights but if you or your pokemon ever need anything - food, advice, battle practice, a kiss on the forehead? i’m the one to call.

bonus: catch me on a good day hanging out at kendy’s gym and I’ll tell you really cute stories about raising my little squirtle and bulbasaur as a kid and how kendy gave me a jigglypuff hair-clip :(

JDIEKDKSSK this made me cackle lmao I promise I’m not lazy! my gym is a lesson in developing strong bonds with your Pokémon and in our day my team was killer, we just decided to take things easy. we take in pokemon that have been neglected and people know they can always surrender mons they can’t take care of to me with no questions asked. there’s a little meadow in the back of my gym and it’s full of half domesticated Pokémon that don’t wanna live indoors lmfaoooo

I love this though and I love that it’s time well spent to learn about the creatures themselves. anyone whose scared of your team is just a goofy little guy tbh bc they’re mighty but sweet And you can tell they love you!!!!

I’ll give you even more hair clips the next time you come back 🩷 my jigglypuff cannot wait to put on a show for you again

[snikerdoodle-kukis]

Meet the MC!

Iridia Porpoison is the protagonist of this fanfiction! Despite being loved by many people among the regions, from Kanto to Pasio, not much is known about her. Nobody knows what region she's originally from, (but people assume Kanto or Unova), nobody knows where her parents are, and she never really opens up to the media, despite being a Champion 3 times of 3 different regions.

But it is known that she ages in a weird way. She herself came out one day to say that ever since she turned 10 years old, she's been aging physically and mentally slower than the average girl. Every two years, she'd age one year, physically and mentally. So that's why she celebrated her birthday every 2 years. She was shy about letting this be known because she thought people wouldn't believe her. And she was right, but that didn't matter to her because the majority believed her anyway. Someone asked why she began aging slower, but she refused to share.

She's a weird and mysterious one, but people love her nonetheless. People look up to her, as she is a powerful trainer, even beating the legendary Champion of Sinnoh, Cynthia. People think a 15 year old could never be a Champion 3 times, so they think that Iridia was cheating in some way. When asked about this, she'd giggle and say "I don't cheat. Where's the fun in an unfair battle?"

But behind that cheery and ditzy personality, people feel like she knows way more than she should. That she's gone through stuff no child should. But only Iridia knows if that's true or not.

Some Information About the MC

Name: Iridia Porpoison

Age: 15 (physically/mentally) 20 (chronologically)

Region(s) Visited: Kanto, Hisui/Sinnoh, Kalos, Galar, Paldea, Pasio

Pokémon: She has a bunch

Ace Pokémon: Alpha Drifblim (Female)

Height: 5'4

Other notes:

Why does she age slower? Her parents pissed Dialga off.

She is the reincarnation of of a 14 year old girl named Saturn. More on that in a later post

Yes, she's been to Sinnoh back when it was known as Hisui. Arceus sent her back in time just to goof.

Her adventure in Hisui was her first once ever since her reincarnation

Her ace Pokémon is an alpha Drifblim named Cloud! It was her sync pair Pokémon in Pasio, and it's Pokédex number, 426, was her number during the Gym Challenge in Galar

She still has her Kantonian team back when she was Saturn: Hypno, Alakazam, Tentacruel, Dodrio, Beedrill, and Eevee. But they all have retired from battling, so she doesn't use them in them.

She has caught multiple legendaries, but she always released them when she left their corresponding region

She visited Kalos for a couple of months, and the regions new champion, Serena and her boyfriend, Calem, taught her Kalosian (aka, French)

This took so long to type hhhhng. But hey, at least my protagonist is known. I might make a post about the Dorm leaders meeting some of her Pokémon next, but who knows when that'll happen. Until next time!

[hotcat37]

Jerse nsfw headcanons? 🙏

JERSE MENTIONED 🗣🗣🔥🔥 wtf is a professional relationship with your manager!!

-Jesse is a gentle dom and is the only one from the boyfriend Pokédex that Jere will listen to without hesitation, it's second nature to him to just follow Jesse's lead at this point

-Jere bottoms 90% of the time but whenever Jesse has a huge metaphorical stick up his ass Jere will switch things around and put his stick there instead if you know what I mean 🐬🎉

-Jesse helps Jere manage his ADHD by making him cockwarm him while he works on his laptop. "It's to help with concentration, Jere, i swear 🥸"

-Jesse absolutely MELTS when Jere wears his jersey with nothing beneath 😋 Jere keeps him on his toes by wearing it on completely random occasions 👀

-Jesse always annoys Jere a bit during aftercare because he's very slow and specific during clean up but Jere knows it's important to him so he just accepts it and impatiently waits to be cuddled afterwards <3