#helen plays pokemon go

[fat-house-cat-vibes]

In light of surviving and arguably thriving in the midst of hurricane Helene I am simply going to rot all day eating a large sum of food watching studio ghibli and playing pokemon. If anyone wants to chats or asks please feel free and I'll 70% likely respond lol

[thelemonsnek]

There are a lot of fun questions that come about from a tma-verse. How faithful are we talking. Are they full blown Avatars? Do they have to feed their patron? If so how would they go about it? I do believe a subway system would be pretty rich in targets as they have commuters that come day in and day out.

[vibrating at a speed that shatters glass] I am SO glad you asked

It is very faithful to tma canon, because instead of being eebied to Hisui, Ingo instead ends up in tma London! So the first part of the au is quite literally in tma. There's a whole running gag that Jon used to be into pokemon, and he gives Ingo and Emmet a copy of Pokemon White to play and they mark it with the Spiral and Buried respectively, and eventually it just gets marked by so many different avatars that that's what starts the apocalypse instead of the statement Elias gives Jon. Ingo and Emmet do get back to the pokemon universe before that happens though so it's fineeeeee

(They also bring the entities to the pokemon universe in coming home)

Are they full blown avatars?

Yes they are!! Ingo became an avatar when he became the Distortion, and Emmet became an avatar to escape Ingo's subway :)

For context on that, when Ingo and Emmet first reunited, it. Didn't go well! Because Michael had latched onto Ingo as a perfect victim (he was literally questioning the entire foundation of his reality, how could Michael resist?) and used Ingo's vague memories to torment him with the idea of the man in white

So Ingo doesn't think Emmet is real, and they end up fighting, and in that fight it comes up that Ingo has been eating people bc. He's the Distortion, that's what the Distortion does. And Emmet is like WHAT THE FUCK. THATS NOT OKAY. And anyways things continue and Ingo is convinced of Emmet's realness and is like oohhhh. He was important to the person Ingo. He could make me be that person again (bc the Distortion is a what, not a who, but just like Helen, he wants that anyways)

So he says to Emmet, "I have missed you so much. We can catch up, on the subway" and there, impossibly on the wall, is a sliding door leading to a subway car

Ingo is Emmet's brother. He will always trust him. He walks through the door, and finds himself in an impossible, endless subway

By now their argument has caught up with Ingo, and he's like. Ah. Emmet, the thing that anchored me to myself for the first time, said I shouldn't eat people. So I won't. And he goes on a hunger strike

Problem is, because of him doing that, Emmet can't get out. There is no out

But, a pressure at the back of his head whispers, there is a way down. And he Becomes, and begins to understand why Ingo took those people. He understands, because he has his own subway now

Do they have to feed their patron?

Also yes :) and yes, the subway is a verrrry convenient way to feed, especially since their domains are both subways as well! Very verrrry easy to be in a rush to get to your destination and take the wrong door :)

It's a bit of a perfectly awful situation really! They're both each other's anchors, which is great because they're good anchors to their sense of selves. The problem is, they kind of have this massive echo chamber going on, where as long as the other agrees and says that the act was justified, anything goes. And of course, with feeding, it keeps the other person healthy and alive. Why wouldn't they want their brother, their anchor, to stay safe? So their morals degrade rather rapidly!!

As far are their domains go, they're both differently flavored subways that have some degree of overlap (meaning it's possible to start in one, and end up in the other). Ingo's an endless maze that should not be possible. Trains that just never stop, stairwells that go on forever only to lead to nowhere, windows that show cities that don't exist

Emmet's is much more centered around the claustrophobia of the subways. Passageways that are a little too small, ceilings that are surely too cracked to hold, the weight of the world bearing down above you, held off only by the flimsy, crumbling cement. The trains are tight, dirty. There's never enough light to properly see anything

This video reminds me a lot of Ingo's subway :)

And this post is both of them tbh, in my tags I explain how it's Emmet, Ingo I think is self explanatory

[bergeronprocess]

9/30/24

I keep thinking about Asheville. 

My husband and I visited Asheville earlier this year. It’s a pretty easy drive from Atlanta - just about 3 hours, lots of scenic mountain roads - and it has such charm. We loved it so much. 

We stayed just outside its downtown area, driving into town on I-40 to shop and eat in areas that reminded me very much of Little 5 Points: offbeat, artsy, laid-back, full of personality. We ate Japanese food in a tiny little restaurant and bought souvenirs at a very cool shop. We went up the Blue Ridge Parkway to take in the stunning mountain views and eat an incredibly delicious picnic lunch from a small bakery that was recommended by Atlanta magazine. It’s called The Rhu. I wonder how they’re doing right now.

We drove to the highest elevation on the parkway, 6053 feet above sea level, and I put my Tyranitar in the Pokemon Go gym up there. It stayed there for at least an entire day, thus earning 50 Pika Coins! We bought “whoops, forgot to pack that” supplies and packs of Pokemon and hockey cards at a Target on the outskirts of a mall. 

We played pinball at an all-you-can-play arcade and watched Wrestlemania on my laptop in the hotel room, managing to not fall asleep so that we could see Cody Rhodes win the belt. We got Cook-Out food and milkshakes from a drive-thru-only location that had pickup windows on both sides of the building, because it’s only fitting to get Cook-Out in the state it hails from, sort of like going to Waffle House here. 

We visited the American Museum of the Housecat on the way home. It’s a hoot - a converted barn with some pretty neat stuff in there and the owner is devoted to cat rescues. I wonder how they’re doing right now. 

We came home just in time for the solar eclipse and immediately were like “okay, we loved that, that was great, let’s go back sometime soon.”

Asheville was hit really hard by Hurricane Helene, its beautiful and unique geography working against it. They’ll get through this and rebuild, but for now they need our help. You can find ways to donate to mutual aid efforts in this Twitter thread: https://x.com/DisabledSouth/status/1840428944010416156 

I am also heartened to hear that NASCAR drivers and even car YouTuber Cleetus McFarlane are joining the aid effort by using their helicopters to deliver much-needed supplies. 

We gotta look out for each other - we’re all we have!

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Fun thing I'm playing a pokemon fan game and I got a Spinda and named it after the Distortion.

My team was all very weak and I got trapped in a battle while trying to find the new city's (floor in this case cause the game is all in a hotel) Pokemon Center. So my plan was to whipe out quickly go back to the place I was before save the game and go to bed.

Easy Peasy. Except the trainer's level 23 Heracross got poisoned by Poison Touch when 1 hit K.Oing my Quillfish (all my pokemon were pretty low in health cause I had just gotten out of a gym battle, forgotten to heal and was looking for the new city/floor center so I could save there). So at this point the Heracross has a full HP and the only pokemon I have is Spinda. And I want to whipe out. Spinda/Helen Distortion was level 5 and only knew Tackle and Uproar. So I send a random tackle and prepare to die. Except by hit 1 K.Oing the rest of my team it meant Heracross only move was Counter and Counter is only as strong as the attack it recieves. So by sending few tackles and wasting turns by throwing poke balls my level 5 Helen won and upded 11 levels.

It was not even a planned strategy. I wanted to just wipe out. A true Distortion move! New Spiral Avatar just appeared in my game. All hail Helen Distortion the Spinda.

[daydreaming-maiden]

talk about your ocs

Let's a go

Thea's gotten the most spotlight on this account of all my OCs. Xenoblade 3 OC, current commander of Colony Delta. Mainly focused on protecting the people of Delta, carrying on Cammuravi's legacy, and a bit of avenging him when the main party meets Thea and pals. Gameplay wise she'd be a defender, class inheritor would either be Lanz, Taion, or Sena. There's also other people in Colony Delta too, there's regular soldiers (Artair, Carina, Hilda, Ianto, Larkin, Osbert, and Ulrich), off-seers Gaila and Mae, the obligatory Nopon Nensen, the lieutenant Rhian, and Consul S (not the one from the main game). None of them are as developed as Thea though, only ideas for them is that Rhian probably likes Thea.

I also have a ton of Pokemon OCs. For the main games, there's Angelo (Ghost type Gym Leader who can hear ghosts) and Ruth (new-ish trainer looking for a mentor). For the Ranger spinoffs, there's Celia (just wants to help people but she kinda screws up often nothing bad happened at krokka tunnel). For Mystery Dungeon there's Eirlys and Kazuki, the hero and partner of my current playthrough of Super Mystery Dungeon.

There's also some DnD characters I'll never use because imagine having people to play with. There's Helen (former soldier who deserted because she realized her country was in the wrong) and Kaltrina (orphaned 8 year old who got powers from an old one who thought it'd be funny, she named her patron Pablo).

[goomygirllover]

❥ - a childhood memory

[the memory starts in a backyard. Aiden can be running around with some other kids. He's 7 years old in this memory. His parents can be seen in the background, talking to some other adults]

Aiden hears a sound coming from some bushes and finds a little hatenna, which looks at him and starts to giggle softly. He grabs the tiny pokemon and runs to his parents.

Aiden: "Mom! Dad! Look what I found!"

He lifts the pokemon in front of his mom smiling widely. She seems worried.

Mom: "Sweetie, this is a wild pokemon. Go put her back where you found her, please."

Dad: "I'm not sure about that, Helen."

Mom: "What do you mean?"

Aiden looks at his father confused. He looks down at the hatenna, who seems to be curious as well.

Dad: "Hatennas aren't native to this place. She must have a trainer who's probably looking for her already."

Mom: "Oh! Poor thing."

Aiden: "So I can't keep her?"

His parents look at him. He seems sad.

Mom: "Well, we should try and find her trainer."

Dad: "And if we don't, I don't see why we couldn't keep her."

Mom: "Are you sure, Sven? He's 7. He can't be a trainer yet."

Dad: "Yeah, not yet, but if he gets lucky, at least he'll already have a starter. And I can train her so they don't end up in too much trouble when our little boy starts his journey."

Aiden smiles and throws the hatenna up and down with happiness. She giggles as they play together.

Aiden: "Did you hear that?! We'll be friends forever!!"

He stops and looks at her for a second.

Aiden: "You're name is gonna be... Moon!"

[End of memory]

[feminarobus-blog]

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[takkotito-arts]

FireSoup References

Ramy - She/Her || 23 y.o. || 5’4’’/162cm

Ramy is a chill gal with a bit of a punk side, she prefers to live life at her own pace and also hates her current job. Ramy aims to enter a prestigious art school, but her family has different plans for her, so she escaped home and is now living in Mixco City.

She’s now the newest member of the Hero Burger staff, a small american-style restaurant new in the city. Her boss told her to become a superhero as a publicity stunt, but she’s just doing it to keep the local mafia away from the zone.

Inspirations: 

Helen Parr, Um Jammer Lammy, Lapis Lazuli (Visual, Personality)

Asui Tsuyu, Battletoads, Reed Richards (Theme, Powers)

Noodles || Superhero alias

The press doesn’t know much about this new persona going around, but she seems to show up when the mafia tries to get protection racket from small businesses in the southern part of the city. 

Superpowers: Described as Amphibian-like

Elastabody: Her body is unnaturally flexible, somehow able to deform and stretch its form and apparently function like normal internally. Her current shown limit is stretching 15 meters.

Spring-Loaded: Her muscles seem to posses an ability to compress and quickly release the energy, using this she can jump extremely high.

Poison-resistance: Seems to have a high tolerance to several types of poisonous substances, she also doesn’t seem to get easily drunk.

Wall-climbing: She’s able to easily stick to almost any kind of surface allowing her to climb along walls.

Extra: Ramy was born with these powers but they were pretty subdued until she grew up to an adult, she’s unregistered so she has to keep them a secret.

Frida Reyes - She/Her || 22 y.o. || 5’6’’/168cm

Frida is a kind and energetic young lady from Mixco City, currently studying at the local University. She doesn’t know yet what to make of her life, but she likes helping out at her dad’s car workshop and driving on her motorcycle to make deliveries. She's really close to her family and would do anything to protect them.

Inspirations:

Atsuko Kagari, Hilda(Pokemon BW), Doremi Harukaze (Personality)

Sakura Kasugano, Cutie Honey, Shantae (Visual)

Bowser, Charizard, Kamen Rider/Sentai (Powers)

The Fire Dragon || Firedra || Superhero Aliases

A very powerful display of powers but with the grace of a box of shoes, this hero calls herself “The Fire Dragon”. Her collateral damage is too much to justify most of her cases, the mayor has already set out to do something about this.

Superpowers: Described as Draconic

Super-Strength: Strong enough to lift a whole bus with ease, but next time she should make sure it’s empty.

Fire-Breathing: Self-explanatory, the fire fighting department has some issues with this.

Body-Ignition: She can cover her body in flames as well, without suffering any harm from the heat.

Razor-sharp claws: Somehow able to cut through metal.

Enhanced stamina: Definitely superior to a normal human’s.

Extra: Unknown to most of the public, Frida’s powers aren’t something she was born with, instead she uses the golden stone in her belt buckle to summon an ancient dragon’s power and transform into the Fire Dragon persona for a limited time.

Bett Bunsen || She/Her

Miss Bett is a sweet and caring person who likes to joke around when she’s in a good mood, she has a very firm business side, and won’t let others take advantage of the people she cares for. Bett loves cooking, her favorite food is tangerines, and she loves the local beer and margaritas. In her free time she likes to play videogames, even carrying around a portable console for when she’s bored at the restaurant.

A restaurant owner and American beauty, Miss Bett is a terrible boss to be around with, but she’s a good business-lady. Thanks to her help Ramy was able to find a place to stay, and even got offered a job.

[ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods]

My area has its pros and cons but one of my absolute favorite things is that there’s a whole lot of little old ladies that play Pokemon Go.  Most of the time they know nothing about Pokemon but they like having something extra to do when they go for walks or they like to play with their grandkids or some combination thereof.  And they get really into it, so all the high-level players I’m friends with are either people who’ve been injecting Pokemon directly into their veins since they were kids or Helen from down the street who is absolutely owning her gray hair and doesn’t know who the little yellow guy is but has played the game every day since her grandson Jacob showed her how to get it on her phone.

[helenarlett-rex]

Helen Returns with Life Updates

So I got a new job... Yeah, I work at a gaming shop now. It’s cool and all. I like the environment. It’s not anywhere near as stressful as the library was. None of my bosses or co-workers are evil. No one has a compulsive need to stab anyone else in the back. No one yells at you if you stop for a second to breathe or aren’t constantly breaking your own back every second of the day. I get to stand around at talk about Digimon and role playing games all day. That’s fun.

Although I’m literally the oldest person there... Even my bosses are like, 10 years younger than me... I’m also a literal dinosaur who grew up with the Atari 2600 and the NES so every time someone comes to trade in a PS4 or Xbox One and I’m supposed to be checking it to make sure everything works properly, I’m standing there looking at it like, “How do you even turn this on...?” I don’t know squat about Pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh or MTG so every time someone comes in to buy or sell cards I’m just kind of like... “Are you sure you don’t want Digimon instead? I can actually help you with Digimon...” And I’m too fucking poor to even have an interest in Warhammer or Gundam models, so the most I can do there is ring the damn things up. Shame WotC doesn’t want to deal with us now that they are run by Hasbro... If we had a D&D section instead of having the entire back half of the store taken up by Warhammer I could actually have a section I knew what I was doing in... At this point I’m kind of depending on the fact that I’m the only person there with an actual work ethic, and my ability to catalogue loads of worthless inventory data in my head, to carry me and keep me from becoming that one worthless employee. I can’t trade in a game console without someone telling me what to type into the computer and I don’t know the difference between a rare, common, and uncommon card, but I’ll have three days worth of piled up game cases shelved within my first hour on the clock, I’m the only person in the history of this store to clean the bathrooms, and no, we don’t have a catalogue of what Funko Pop’s we have on the shelf, but as long as it hasn’t sold while I was off, I can tell you what we have from memory.

Money’s not great though. Back down to part time at minimum wage. Going to have to see if the government will even let me go back on food stamps. Going to have to struggle through for another couple of months just to build up enough pay stubs to even apply for that... I guess the good news is I’ve lost a lot of weight on my I can only afford beans and rice diet... And it’s not like I didn’t apply for better paying jobs... but that psycho bitch at the library felt firing me for no reason and denying me unemployment wasn’t enough to ruin me and is now actually spreading false information about me. (I know for a fact. I have recordings of it.) So the place I’m at now is literally the only place that would even give me an interview for a job...

I’m going to need to start writing hardcore again to try and supplement my income. But at least I actually have time to do that now. I sure as hell didn’t have any time to write after I became full time at the library while having to run a weekly Tabletop Gaming program on top of that FOR THE LIBRARY while being forced to do all the work for it off the clock... It’s about time I release some new installments for Miss Smalls. Hmm... Maybe I’ll have her start working at a gaming shop now that my source of stress and rage induced inspiration is gone... I’ve also got several full length Yiffpunk novels I need to have edited now that I have time to stand over Violet with a whip and make sure she actually does the editing. (Don’t look at me like that. How do you know she’s not into that sort of thing?) But the thing I’m dreading is the fact that in all likelihood I’m probably going to have to open up story commissions again... Sighs. Anyone want to buy a story commission...? Preferably one that doesn’t center around bad breath...?

[crypticcodexcreations]

Do it. Do 11 and 13 for all of your Only Human characters. 8) 8) 8)

Ah, so we're gonna have a stuffed D&D party and my own entire pokemon region then, huh? Because, here's the thing. Including William, I currently have 15 named characters for Only Human. Some of them are gonna be minor, but shhhhhhh they get to be here anyways. Needless to say, this is about to be a loooooong post.

Ada - 11. I'm thinking for her an Elven Sorcerer or Warlock. Warlock fits her aesthetic more, but the idea of her needing a pact of some sort for magic is a little odd when she's a witch and thus shouldn't need to pull magic from another source, thus Sorcerer.

13. Grass type gym for sure. Victreebel, Vileplume, Roserade, Gourgeist, Carnivine, and Shiftry I think would be the best team for her. Yes that is half a team of poison types for the person who makes everyone's coffee, no it is not suspicious. She's just a little edgy.

Elias - Ada HAD to be followed by her older brother. 11. Elf to match his sister, but I think Paladin fits him quite well. He has his ideals and he doesn't like them challenged much. He'd rather stick to what he believes is right and wrong, even if he's not always right about it.

13. Bug types without a shred of doubt. His Beedril would absolutely be his ace pokemon. In addition to the Beedril, there's Vespiquen, Butterfree, Beautifly, Galvantula, and Ribombee.

Celeste - 11. Celeste is hard because she's more likely to fit into a D&D universe as a Warlock's patron than any sort of PC type. And if we were to interpret it instead as what kind of D&D character she'd make, I think she'd be more likely to be the DM.

13. Can I just give her MewTwo? No? OK. In all seriousness though, I think she would be a Psychic type leader. Metagross, Galade, Gardevoir, Hatterene, Orbeetle, and Reuniclus I think.

Charlotte - 11. Dark Elf Cleric of the Life Domain, and no, I don't know why lol. She's a character I'm still figuring out, but thinking about this question, it's just the exact right vibes.

13. This one took me a few moments of looking at different pokemon. And then I spottled Alolan Ninetails and knew that Ice Types are perfect for what I'm going for with her. So, Alolan Ninetails, Lapras, Glaceon, Frosmoth, Aurorus, and Dewgong.

Elizabeth - 11. It's hard to imagine Elizabeth as anything other than a ghost to be completely honest, so perhaps a human for race? As for class, I think Wizard might be the best. She's relatively shy and nervous and I could see that working with a book smart wizard.

13. Is it too obvious to give the ghost character ghost types? Should I not let her overlap with William? Well, too bad because here we go, Ghost Types again! Chandelure, Polteageist, Palossand, Mismagius, Drifblim, and Gengar.

Helen - 11. Human Wizard. Honestly, just. I hate to say she's basic, but she'd be really simple. If we're looking at this from a playing a game perspective, she'd probably just take a prebuilt human wizard or take the rule book's advice about what abilities and spells to take to make it quick.

13. Normal types would be her style. Specifically, Persian, Miltank, Blissey, Delcatty, Lopunny, and Stoutland. Once again, I don't want to call her basic, but for the most part the most normal of the normal types would be her style.

John Doe - Oh boy I don't think I've talked about poor John before which is a shame because I love him so much.

11. So, this one REALLY varies because if he had the choice, he would make a human. If it were a D&D AU, the best fit I found is something called an Astral Elf. It was the most alien sounding thing I saw. If making a character, I think he'd make something simple like a fighter because it seems like the normal choice, whereas a D&D AU of Only Human would likely have him as something like an Artificer, like William.

13. OK. So. Hear me out. I can't resist just giving him the Space Pokemon. Which means he doesn't have a single typing, but his team would be Elgyem, Beeheeyem, Clefable, Starmie, Solrock, and Lunatone. It's too perfect though and no one can change my mind that this is the team he should have.

Lilian - 11. Tiefling, for sure, no questions asked. I think she'd be the Eldritch Knight subclass of Fighter in particular. She prefers the punk aesthetic for a reason, that being a willingness to knock someone's teeth in if the need comes so she'd very much be a fighter type.

13. I bounced between Dark and Fire types in my mind a bit before landing on dark types. Having said that, Houndoom, Zoroark, Mightyena, Absol, Hydreigon, and Obstagoon would be the ideal team for her in my eyes.

Freyja - 11. I think a Water Genasi Ranger would be the best option for her. It's kind of hard to imagine her personality as any sort of adventurer, but I think Ranger fits her role as the local fisherman the best.

13. Given the previous question, I think water type as her type was kind of obvious immediately. I'd give her a Tentacruel, Kingdra, Gyarados, Sharpedo, Wailord, and Whiscash.

And now we get into a subset of characters, the group that works on the local farm nearby! I note this because most of these characters are siblings except for Maria, who has basically been adopted as an honorary sibling anyways, and I thought it would be neat to mention that before hand.

Connie - 11. Orc. Barbarian. No, not a half orc. Full on Orc. The most fashionable Orc on the planet, and somehow despite being an Orc Barbarian she has maxed out Charisma, but she is, in fact, still an Orc Barbarian.

13. Now, in stark contrast to her D&D self, her Pokemon self is a Fairy type specialist. Mawhile, Togekiss, Sylveon, Alcremie, Florges, and Wigglytuff. Although, now that I think about it, Fairy type isn't really that different from a D&D barbarian at least power wise.

Benny - 11. I'm torn between making him an Orc to match his sister, or something else. He's either an Orc or Half-Orc I think. He's also one I have a hard time thinking of as an adventurer type, but if he were, he'd likely be your standard sword and shield fighter.

13. Ground type would absolutely be his go to. Specifically the big guys. Steelix, Garchomp, Mudsdale, Gastrodon, Rhydon, and Nidoking. He's more likely to use them for farm work than battling though if I'm being honest.

Charlie - 11. I think Orc like his sister, but Druid. This boy loves growing the plants on the farm so Druid was really the only choice for him. And now I kinda wanna make an Orc Druid because the idea of big beefy Druid is incredibly appealing to me.

13. And we've come back to the grass type! A very different vibe from Ada though with his team being Bellossom, Leafeon, Whimsicott, Lilligant, Lurantis, and Appletun.

Damien - Oh boy, the character who even he doesn't know who he is and is trying to figure it out. I haven't been dreading him on this list at all.

11. Like his siblings, Orc. I think with where he is right now in the story, literally changing his name to Damien in an attempt to be dark and mysterious, Warlock would be the best bet at the moment.

13. I'm thinking Steel types for him, although the why is a mystery to me. Even so, the team I'm thinking would be Scizor, Skarmory, Lucario, Aegislash, Corviknight, and Durant.

Maria - 11. Changeling Rogue. Maybe Changeling is too on the nose for a shapeshifter, but I don't care. It's just what fits!

13. Dragons! The team I'd see her with would be Flygon, Salamence, Haxorus, Dragalge, Noivern, and Dragapult.

And that is the ENTIRE cast of Only Human! (Currently. I have other concepts bouncing around in my head of characters that could be in this. Someone send help.)

[ghostie-gengar]

Ok so i have had this idea of an AU where N has like an actual known mother for like so long and i just. i have to get it out i need to so here’s a very very watered down version of her story with events that are so unlikely but whatever i just (warning it’s really long despite being a summary so prepared to get smacked with mom lore)

so. Her name is helen and she is a very nice lady. like SUPER NICE like you could break into her house and she’d be like “oh hey :) would you like some cookies i can put on a pot of tea” but also not a doormat. she Would Not hesitate to tell ghetsis off or smack anyone who hurts her kids.

anyways helen and ghetsis met in their mid to late teens, became friends (somehow :/ ghetsis was quite the charismatic young guy i imagine) and got married in their 20s. after a couple years twins!! im sure i don’t need to tell you how that happened. anyways concordia and anthea popped up and they were quite the handful but helen absolutely adored them and ghetsis was just kinda like “ok whatever children”

oh also im not sure if i’ll keep this but helen can sooooort of understand pokemon and N got that ability from her

oh also btw helen and ghetsis formed team plasma together see helen’s idea was to create like a pokemon relief center kinda like a sanctuary idk and ghetsis’ branch of family was kinda like a cult that thought humans and pokemon should be separate and ghetsis wanted to use that for more power and saw helen and was like “i can use this :)” anyways moving on

One day helen and ghetsis were taking a lovely stroll and they came across these young triplets who were homeless and helen was like “mine” so they adopted them and ghetsis twisted it to make it seem like He was the cool one who saved them so they’d listen to him (shadow triad)

this is kinda where team plasma begins to seem more evil and helen is catching on but she’s like “noooo ghetsis wouldn’t do that” (girl you’re wrong)

anyways once concordia and anthea are like eight or nine a little natural harmonia gropius pops up!! and helen is overjoyed cuz like she secretly always wanted six kids and now one two three four five six!!!!

she and ghetsis are also quick to notice how much n looks like ghetsis and ghetsis is mentally like “haha yes mini me >:D”

Then team plasma is very clearly a cult like helen can’t even deny it anymore and she tries to bring it up to ghetstink but he just waves her off like “now now dear don’t be silly” and she’s like >:(

ghetsis starts taking about making n the king of team plasma and helen’s like “well only if he wants to right” and ghetsis is like “no”

he only wants to use N more when he figured out N could understand pokemon cuz like he’d babble to helen’s minccino (oh yeah btw helen has a minccino)

theeeeeeeeeeen helen walks in on ghetsis being mmmmmmmmmmmm not good to concordia and concordia and anthea are both crying and helen is like “DUDE” and makes him sit down and have a serious talk about proper parenting which ghetsis also brushes off

then after a couple of days, concordia and anthea run away and helen is obviously absolutely devastated and she and ghetsis look for weeks. months. And no sign of them. ghetsis is like “well i guess they’re dead nvm then” and helen is like “DUDE” and she looks in the girls’ bedroom and finds a note from the girls that tells her to keep n safe and not to worry about them

after thinking about all the crap stuff ghetsis has done lately helen takes n in the middle of the night and runs. no looking back. bye bye ghetstink :( and life is much better honestly

she lives in that trailer in lostlorn with lil baby n and her plan was to wait for him to be able to walk and fend for himself and then they’d both go look for concordia and anthea but until then peaceful forest life playing with pokemon

And ghetsis upon waking up and seeing his wife and kid is gone he’s very upset. after a few years however he’s walking in like white forest or something and stUmbles upon concordia and anthea and he’s like “frickin sweet man” and snatches them and they are Not Happy but when they get back to the castle and see helen and n are gone? they are So Relieved those two got away even if they had to stay there

Anyways once n was three or four he was fine he could walk and he loved to wander around and make pokemon friends and he’d always come back to the trailer

one day ghetsis was walking through lostlorn for no particular reason and he came across n playing and recognized him immediately and was like “Oh My God No Way” and committed grand theft natural right there on the spot

but before he left he left a note for helen to find that said “did you really think you could hide forever” just to rub salt in the wound

anyways helen is like man it’s getting late i wonder where little natural is and so she gets a pidove to go look for him and the pidove brings back the note and when she sees it. tears. literal tears and sobbing she’s like “oh my god he has him He Has Him” and then she’s like “k you know what? Imma go get him i will go GET my child from this stinky man watch me grab my coat and i will get back the boy and if he has the girls too i’ll take them too and”

and then!! The shadow triad appear in the trailer (they all have names that only helen bothered to learn) and they’re like “hey so we kinda have strict orders from ghetsis that if we see you in the castle or anywhere near team plasma we kinda have to tell ghetsis and he’ll hurt n so maayyybe don’t?”

and helen is like crap. like genuinely there is no good solution cuz if she goes and fails to get the n back ghetsis would hurt n and if she did get the n back ghetsis would hurt the shadow triad and so she’s stuck and she has no choice but to just let everything happen

But!!! This story has a happy ending!!!

so i didn’t mention this cuz my thoughts are all over the place but helen likes to paint and so in order to cope with everything she painted her kids and they’re like really good anyways

N meets her at some point after bw2 cuz he was in lostlorn and it was raining and zoroark ran into her trailer and he was like “zoroark you Cannot Be Here we need to go” and helen walked in and she recognized him immediately like she was internally like holy arceus above that is my son that is my son that is my

but N doesn’t remember her like at all so she doesn’t want to say anything in case she overwhelms him and N is like “i am so sorry for coming in here my zoroark just hey you know what i’ll just leave”

Meanwhile she’s trying not to cry and she’s looking from n to a painting of n she did and she’s like holy arceus and she’s like “nono you can stay for tea until the rain is over”

And n had also noticed the painting and he was like that’s literally me but didn’t want to say anything

So n stays for tea and they have a lovely chat and helen is like this is literally my son and he has no idea who i am and then the rain stops so n leaves and helen is just like. Sad

But then n comes back another day and stays for tea again cuz they kinda became buddies and n is about to leave but he stops. at the doorway and slowly turns around and is like “i feel like i know you from somewhere” and helen is like “???” about to cry again

And you can like see the gears turning in n’s brain and he just freezes. and he looks up. And he’s like “.......mom?”

tears. Everywhere and both of them are sobbing and hugging each other and helen’s like “omg you’re so tall look at you how you’ve grown” and more tears and they literally hug for like hours while helen tells the story and helen was like starting to calm down and n’s like “btw connie and anthy are alive” and she just starts crying again and then they go to the house in driftveil so helen can see the girls and everyone just starts crying the girls are freaking out cuz they never knew what happened to mom and rood was there and crying like “mistress helen you’re alive ma’am” and just. big group hug and the shadow triad probably teleport in there for like five minutes and helen will absolutely not let them go without hugs even if they still work for ghetsis and yeah. that’s the very long summary of n’s mom imagine how long it would have been if i like actually wrote it professionally ok bye

[gambitimagines]

J’Tadore Vous Part 4

0_o Inspiration was hard to find, so sorry this took soooo fraking dang long!! Writer’s block and life just got in the way.

Augh. Edit: I am truly an old soul. I wanted Y/N to actually write things down on paper at first and then I was like, no, that’s not what a millennial or someone actually living in this time period would do (Unless they’re me or a Boomer I guess?? IDK). I am not obsessed with my phone like other people (it can’t call out, for one thing, and can’t play Pokemon Go either. Long story), so I still use pen and paper for a lot of things. 

Warnings: Mentions of the Holocaust, nothing graphic. You drink wine.

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The next day, you were preoccupied wondering how the date would pan out. You were excited, but also achingly curious to know all about Remy’s life. He’d given you enough information to clear up the mystery, but you wanted to know what he’d done with life over the centuries. You hadn’t gotten a degree in history because you hated it, that was certain! You’d always had a passion for it, and to have a living, breathing first hand account in front of you was absolutely mind-blowing. You were counting the seconds until the date.

That wasn’t to say you weren’t attracted to Remy as a person. You very much were. Surely, this was going to be a long term romantic relationship. You didn’t have any idea of how long or what it would all lead to. (Certainly no one thought about marriage on the first date!) Remy, for his part, had to see something more in you than being cute and sweet. He probably enjoyed your intelligence, you figured, and that you could hold a conversation. Some girls only thought about shopping and not much else. You’d never been the shallow type.

You busied yourself with house cleaning, writing down your questions for Remy in your phone that you thought of as you went along. What did he do during the Holocaust? What were his thoughts on the sinking of the Titanic when it happened? Did he ever meet Helen Keller? 

Your mind buzzed so hard, you were vacuuming for a solid five minutes before you realized it had shut off on it’s own.  You turned the machine over after unplugging it, fussing with the wheelie-brush on the underside, feeling around for a stuck piece of crumpled paper or something, but feeling nothing. You let out a groan, realizing you’d have to take it in to be repaired.  You put the vacuum next to the door so as not to forget about it when your phone rang. 

It was your friend Judy. “Girl, where have you been?! I haven’t heard from you in two weeks!” She was practically shrieking on the other end. Judy was excitable, small Korean-American young woman around your age. She’d graduated with a master’s degree in art and culinary art and ran a studio out of her apartment selling crafts and paintings, doing part time work in a bakery. She’d been your best friend since you moved to New York, meeting at the local farmer’s market that came to Brooklyn on the weekends.

“Sorry Judy. I’ve been pre-occupied,” you answered, “Work and stuff.”

“And stuff, huh? What kind of stuff? Man stuff? Meet anyone interesting?” She was always curious about your dating life. 

“Yes, um, very interesting,” you answered, “He’s...an art procurer.  We met at the museum. His name is Remy.”

“Oooh! What’s he look like?!” Judy squealed.

“Tall, well-kempt brown hair, great jawline and cheekbones you could cut a diamond on,” You didn’t want to downplay it, “He’s a mutant, so he’s got these kind of...you know...eyes.” You weren’t sure how to describe them.

“Yes, I hear most people have those,” Judy’s smarminess rang through loud and clear.

“Red irises, like rubies. Black where other people have white,” You explained, “Beautiful eyes.”

“You sound smitten,” Judy said, “How many dates have you been on already?”

“Well, none yet,” You said, launching into how you went to his house, leaving out the whole world’s-oldest-mutant stuff.

“Super cool. Listen, I gotta go. My painting finally is dry. I’ll call you in a few days or something. Bye.” Judy said.

“Bye,” You hung up the phone and got back to chores. Shortly, you picked up your phone again to write down another question. Would Remy mind meeting your best friend?

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Time wore on and you waited anxiously for Remy to come by for you with a car and driver. This wasn’t going to be like the other kinds of dates you’d had before.

The driver promptly picked you up at 6 pm on the dot. You knew to make Remy wait ten minutes, finishing getting ready and making him want you a little more. You wore a glittering spaghetti strap black dress that stopped just above the knee and a silver shawl (also glittery). The dress was a little early 2000s, but it was one of the few nice things you owned that was designer label. Faux pearl earrings and a simple silver chain completed the look.

 The driver opened the door of a beautiful Rolls Royce, letting you inside.

“Good evening, Miss Y/N.” Remy drawled as you slid your way into the car, “You look better than all the Queens and Duchesses in history. Elegant and refined.”

You laughed so hard you almost snorted. “Don’t! I’m sure I look nice, but I’m not that amazing.”

“Humble and intelligent,” Remy mused, “You manage to make me more taken with you every moment.”

It was long drive to the restaurant. You stuck to “safe” topics, even though you were dying to ask him important questions. 

“Cherie, you’re beating around the bush. Ask me whatever it is you want to,” Remy smiled, seeing through your politeness.

“Uh, okay? What were you doing during the Titanic sinking? How did you handle the Holocaust?”

“I was doing what everyone else was doing, living life. I wasn’t even in England at the time, and wouldn’t have been interested in a ticket. As for the Holocaust, no one person was going to stop that, mutant or not. I did what I could to get people out and ruin a few concentration camps, but it’s not a memory I like to re-live.” Remy explained.

“Sorry,” You apologized.

“It’s long past, don’t worry. As long as I don’t dwell on it it’s not triggering. So, Cherie, what does a girl like you like to eat?” Remy smiled, his brilliant million dollar dazzler.

You told him your favorite foods and restaurants. 

“I see. I’ll have to cook for you some time. I make a great Jambalaya and dirty rice.”

You soon reached the restaurant after about fifteen more minutes. It was worth the wait.  It was a glass building on the West side of New York, surrounded by skyscrapers, with three levels. sign out front read La Sirene. There was enough space for a tiny parking lot, but that was all.  

 https://www.bing.com/images/search?view=detailV2&ccid=AQgt0jkL&id=7791E3555B3A74E1ADA373E5568296CB6A49FC11&thid=OIP.AQgt0jkLgp4A_d-uMSlTbwHaFi&mediaurl=https%3a%2f%2fd37219swed47g7.cloudfront.net%2fmedia%2freviews%2fla-sirene%2fbanners%2fLa-Sirene-NYC-Restaurant_0.jpg&cdnurl=https%3a%2f%2fth.bing.com%2fth%2fid%2fR.01082dd2390b829e00fddfae3129536f%3frik%3dEfxJasuWglblcw%26pid%3dImgRaw%26r%3d0&exph=2291&expw=3060&q=la+sirene+restaurant&simid=608039744327669396&FORM=IRPRST&ck=D50E2BF60FECF3D821C98B4479543E0E&selectedIndex=1&ajaxhist=0&ajaxserp=0

Inside was beautiful, but compact for the first floor. The floor was wooden and the place was dotted with white table cloths and black wooden chairs. At the back was a small wine rack and the door to the kitchen, along with a black host stand. The entrance was just more tables and chairs and a gorgeous staircase on the right side leading up to whatever was upstairs.

“That leads up to the bakery, if you’re so inclined,” Remy whispered in your ear, causing your spine to shiver. You hadn’t mentioned how much you loved baked goods and the like to him, so he was pretty intuitive. He lead you back to the host stand.

“Ah, Monsieur LeBeau! So nice having you again!” An average height man with a receding black hairline greeted him with a big smile, “Where would you and your guest like to be seated? Upstairs or downstairs?”

“Which do you want, Cherie?”

“Upstairs would be fine,” You smile, getting excited.

“Very good, Ma’amselle,” The host nodded, leading you there himself. You got a table in the middle of the floor. The upper floor was laid out similarly to the downstairs, except the door to the back was metal and you had a skyline view looking out the window.

“What can I get you started with to drink?”

“Chateau Latour, the red. Miss Y/N? Wine or water or...?” Remy said.

You looked at the wine menu and the drinks menu. The wine menu started at three-hundred and ended at five-thousand dollars. You certainly didn’t want to turn down generosity, so you picked a “modest” six-hundred dollar wine that looked good, described as fruity with a hint of smokiness.

“Maison Champy Corton-Charlemagne, please.”

“Excellent choice,” The host nodded, “Your waiter will be with you shortly.” He left you.

“You’ve got good taste,” Remy admitted, “Most would’ve gone with something more unique. You get what you like.”

“Thank you,” You played with your hair nervously.

“Have you had French food before?” Remy questioned gently.

“No,” You resisted making an obvious frogs legs joke.

“I’ll help you pick out something to your taste,” He scooted his chair closer and you went through the menu together, sitting intimately close. You talked about where your tastes ran, if you liked bitter, sweet or savory foods. Based off that, Remy listened and gave you a few suggestions. You decided on something you thought you’d enjoy and Remy completely reassured you that you could send anything back you didn’t like until finding something you did. The restaurant lived to serve and didn’t want to see any patron unhappy or unsatisfied.

“I usually get the Kassulet Toulousain de la Maison or the Linguini aux fruits de mer, depending on my mood and the season. The steak is also excellent,” Remy said, “Let’s keep the conversation going, shall we?”

You took a quick look at your notes with your phone under the table.  “Um,  Where did you live before America was founded? Did you get to meet Columbus? And have you met any of history’s great movie stars or figures? I know you saved the Queen of England once.”

Remy took a moment to think back. “Hmm, let’s see. After Egypt fell, I spent my time in Israel, Greece and the surrounding areas. Once England was established, I stayed there for a few decades. I spent most of my time in Europe and got curious about America around the late eighteen hundreds. After stopping the ripper inspired killings, I  bounced around the continents and by the seventies, I stayed in America for good. I lived in every state at least once until the eighties, then I picked New York to call home. I only got to meet Columbus briefly. If I’d known how important he was going to be to History, I would’ve spend more time with him. You might not believe me, but I had a very secret fling with Marilyn Munroe and I was Cher’s rebound boy for a while after Sunny. Dolly Parton loved me like a brother, we hung out, but I haven’t seen her since before she was famous. Clark Gable and Carey Grant didn’t like me much, but I was what we now call Jimmy Stewart’s wingman. I introduced him to his wife.”

“S-so you spent a lot of time in Hollywood?” You couldn’t hide your surprise.

“In the early days. I blended in, hiding in plain sight, but it got boring fast. It just seemed like the place to be, but it wasn’t for me at all. I haven't been back there since...about the early nineties.”

“Gotcha. The fall of the Berlin wall? The Moon landing?”

“Amazing to see in person. Mon ange, you know I wasn’t the only person alive back then,” Remy laughed.

“I knowww! But you’re one of the few people with a first hand account that won’t fall asleep on me or start ranting about how the internet ruined everything,” you huffed, “Remy, come on, humor me. I’m a history buff and you’re living history. You were there for the majority of it.” You didn’t mind him calling you his angel. (You knew bits of French from high school and had done some brushing up lately.)

“Je concède, Je concède,” he held up his masculine, beautiful hands, “I really have my hands full with you, Y/N. I don’t mind answering questions as long as I get to stare into those gorgeous orbs you call eyes for the rest of our evening.” He held your chin a moment, studying your face.

You weren’t sure what to think, but you didn’t reject the advance at all. Remy was a warm, romantic soul who was gentle with you.

Your food soon came and the two of you enjoyed a hot meal and good company. “Oh, I was wondering if you’d want to meet my friend Judy? She’s an artist and my best friend.” You said halfway through.

“That wouldn’t be Judy Nai, would it? I’ve seen her work. Her gallery is amazing. Her five times great grandfather was also a spectacular artist and sculptor,” Remy said.

“Yes. Wow, you get around, don’t you?”

“If there’s a gallery in New York, I’ve been to it, even the lesser known ones and the ones just starting out. Tell her I liked her Moon Phase and Francis in Autumn pieces the best,” Remy’s eyes lit up, “I would’ve bought them both, but the curator insisted they weren’t for sale. I’ll have to commission something from her, if she’s up for it.”

“She’d be thrilled,” You smile.

You finished up dinner, had a short bathroom break and came back.

“Are you interested in dessert or what?” Remy looked up from the dessert menu.

“I’d love dessert,” You touched Remy’s hand, ready to return his romantic interest and start sweeping him off his feet. Not that you considered yourself a big flirt, but you knew how to turn it on and off, “How does an immortal say ‘you’re fascinating and wholly attractive’ in French?”

Remy paused, smiling, dimples showing as his eyes darted to the floor. He scoffed a moment, enjoying being pursued, “...Vous êtes fascinant et tout à fait attrayant.”

You stared at each other until you looked away, smiling hard.

Dessert came and went. You’d suddenly become too interested in each other to really care about what was on your plate. The sparks had more than started to fly, they were now brilliant fireworks.

Remy took you downstairs and back to the car. The driver opened the door and you slipped in together.

Remy slid a hand over your forearm, holding it. He held your face, going in for what seemed more than a kiss. It was nearly life-changing, making your knees buckle and the butterflies storm up your insides. More than the best movie kiss or romantic book could offer. You felt Remy’s hand play up your side from your arm until he was holding your face with both hands. You couldn’t even feel the car in motion, but your head was spinning all the same. You swallowed, trying to catch air. All too soon, the kiss was broken.

“Sorry. I don’t usually kiss on the first date...and not like that,” Remy admitted, “I haven’t felt like this in a long time. A long, long time, ange.”

“Uhh, same. I...you’re an amazing kisser...but you would be after millennia of getting to practice,” You giggled.

“Of course. Y/N, you’re a beautiful amazing woman, but I won’t take this farther than you want to go. We can go as slow or fast as you like, but I won’t force you into anything. No matter how  captivating and perfect your legs are...and the rest of you,” Remy’s red eyes looked at you with a hunger usually reserved for dogs and the starving. He looked like he wanted to drool over and compliment your curves for hours. You’d never had such attention from any former boyfriend, but you appreciated he wanted to keep things a little chaste and normal. Save some of that enthusiasm for the possible honeymoon. (If you had your way and he was this intent on being with you, that was definitely in your future, you decided.)

“Thanks....thank you,” You adjusted your clothes, “We’ll see how it goes. I’m not in a rush, but I feel things for you too, believe me. When was your last, er, girlfriend anyway?”

“Somewhere around Ninety-five when I stopped being in the public so much,” Remy shrugged, “She broke it off. Said I was being too distant. She didn’t know the half of it. Beautiful Lawyer...Anna-Susan Murphy, I believe.”

“We’ve got the rest of my life to be together,” You squeezed his hand, “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“D’accord, Cherie.” Remy smiled.

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TO BE CONTINUED

(Yes, there’s gonna be MORE! I’ve got plans.)

I find the lack of friends in imagines disturbing, lol, so I gave you one.  Yes, La Sirene is a real restaurant in Soho, west side, with it looks like other locations. like I said, I don’t live in NYC and I’ve never been to that restaurant (it’d probably suck for me for lack of vegetarian options) but it sounded sophisticated enough for the plot and the inner décor is gorgeous. Took some liberties and made the outside my own, adding another floor that likely doesn’t exist in real life with a bakery, and bumped up the price for the wine, but that’s all. Also, just guessing that’s the host stand in the back of the picture? Most of us haven’t been to a restaurant in a year and half so like...IDK? Whatever! More on the menu here if you’re in the area and can afford it, but looks like they only do delivery right now. https://www.theinfatuation.com/new-york/reviews/la-sirene

https://lasirenenyc.com/

I am amused to insert Remy into history and would love to see him dating Cher for the lulz. And heck yeah he could’ve gotten Marilyn, no doubt. XD

Hope it wasn’t too dry or boring?? Also, got a bit steamy there (intentionally, because I know what everyone wants, but I keep it PG-13 at most), but I DID promise Remy getting more like his regular self, did I not? 

[kirnet]

15,22!

ty helen!! 15: Which two games do you think would make an awesome crossover?

i know this probably means across different franchises but i dream of a kotor remake with JFOs graphics and lightsaber combat. there is not a single thing i want more in my life

22: If you could immerse yourself in any game one day, which game would it be? What would you do?

pokemon HGSS! i wanna walk around with pokemon! i want to pet an ampharos! i just wanna be a pokemon trainer and hang out with my friends!!

i also really really wanna be able to immerse myself in rdr2 again, not in like a "go into the game" sense bc like. tuberculosis. but just immersion as playing it again for the first time. I played it with my mom and she would direct me where she wanted me to explore and we would take a bunch of pictures and pick flowers and identify birds and it was just so much fun that i miss it

[kariachi]

Some fic for the latest pokemon xover. A scene I’ve had in my head for the League Championships arc for UA.

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The living area of the suite was a minefield of sleeping bodies. In the area of one of the couches Pierce, Kevin, Mike, Cooper, and Alan were all asleep in a haphazard pile with Tuna, Elissa, and Tock curled up together nearby. Scattered about the place were their proper teams, all similarly peaceful and quiet. Some old movie was playing on the tv. Argit was the only one still up, sat on the opposing couch reading a book in a language none of them knew.

“Was beginning to think you guys’d died,” he said when the older adults finally walked in, “the others went to bed a few hours ago.”

“The party ran long,” Charmcaster explained as the quartet split up. She and Albedo plopped down and jumped up onto Argit’s couch respectively, while Ken went to find their little competitors- they wouldn’t have left with the others still there- and Monette began looking for spare blankets to throw over the kids. Her Klefki immediately went to check they were fine, Mike especially. “Take it you all had a good evening?”

“A few arguments here and there, but otherwise yeah.” Argit shrugged. “Thought Red was going to knock Ben out herself to make sure he got to sleep, but nobody died so.”

“It’s all we can ask,” Albedo said. “Nobody did anything stupid?”

“No more than normal.”

“Not encouraging.”

“Okay, you have to see this!” Everyone’s attention caught on Ken as he walked back from one of the bedrooms and sat on the arm of the couch, phone held out for all to see. It was an image of the bedroom, with one of the beds commandeered by Ben and Manny- who seemed perfectly comfortable- and the other crammed full of Elena, Helen, Gwen, and Kai, along with Gwen’s vaporeon. Kai’s stoutland was curled up in the space between the beds, taking up the whole thing.

“Aww,” Monette cooed quietly, then stepped back, carefully to avoid stepping on anybody, and stretched. “I ought to get to bed too,” she said, “you guys may just have spectating to do but I have League business in the morning.” The others nodded.

“Sounds good,” Ken said. “You mind if we take the extra bedroom?”

“Go right ahead,” she replied with a smile and a small yawn. “Goodnight, you guys.”

“Night.” Charm turned to Argit as the others started heading for bed, asking “Are you planning on going to sleep anytime soon?”

“Not really,” he replied, “haven’t been on this planet long enough to get a decent sleep schedule worked out.” She shook her head.

“At least try not to miss the kids’ battles tomorrow- Ben and Helen are up.”

“I know.” He flashed her a toothy smile. “Worry about yourself, I know what I’m doing.” Though she didn’t look convinced, Charmcaster nodded and stood, making for the room Ken and Albedo had claimed.

“Alright. Goodnight, Argit.”

“Sweet dreams.”

[dracula-in-purple-story]

Romantic Idiots

How to confess to your crush(es)?

Option 1 : Do not let your brain and heart clashes together and give you mixed signals. Then confess.

Option 2 : Give him/her/them an Applin or any shiny Pokemons. Then confess.

Advice : Panic if fail. 

“Panic if fail? What’s that supposed to mean, Grandpa?” Hop glanced up hesitantly as he finished noting down the old man’s advice. His ex-champion brother nervously clenched around his Charmander plushies. 

The grandfather smiled coyly as he went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of tea while the brothers tried to follow behind him. Their mother chuckled at this silly scene before the grandmother answered for her husband, also smiling coyly.

“Panic as in running away like an idiot. I swear to Arceus, when I was at your age, Leon, your grandpa over there tried to asked me out by throwing a Poke Ball at my window. Poor Appletun dearie got a fright that time and refused to acknowledge him for a decade.”

“Hush, sweetheart.” the blushing old man ruffled his wife’s hair before settling down. “Our daughter-in-law got it worse than you. Am I right, Helen?”

The said woman just sighed blissfully before snorting out loud, almost making the brothers laughed if they weren’t asking for some love advices. Standing up, she shuffled through the living room to picked up her wedding photos and was reminiscing the moment.

“Mom?” the older brother asked gently as to not interrupt the moment.

“Yes, Leon?”

“How did Dad confess? It can’t be worse than Gramps’ attempt.”

“Yeah!” the younger brother butted in while grinning at the offended-looking man, “What was it like? Could it be he try to serenade? Bet he sounds goofy and passed it down to Lee!”

“Hey! I sound amazing, Hopscotch! You are just jealous!”

“Boys,” the mother smiled at her sons’ playful banter. When they finally stopped, she smiled even wilder as she recounted the fateful evening.

“Well, he didn’t serenade, for starters. But he did tried to make an A Capella with Rotoms and Dittos. Never worked out since he first practised it at the Lake of Outrage. The Rotoms snitched on him with the Dittos were making ‘He love You’ letters while I saved his arse.”

“Oof, ouchies.” Hop scrunched up his face jokingly while Leon laughed as he imagined the scenario over and over. They pulled out their own RotomPhones when they were done though. 

“You better not snitch on me, dude. I must do this myself.” The ex-champion pleaded with his little bro nodding beside him.

“You got it-Roto! Don’t stutter when you confess-Roto!”

“We make sure to taped you guys so we can see who’s got the worst end of the stick-Roto!”

“ROTOMS, NO!”

The purple-haired brothers panicked as they chased their cackling phones, leaving the amused adults behind. 

“I bet two thousand PokeDollars that they would failed terribly and cutely at the same time.”

“No need to bet, Mother. It’s obvious that their ability to confess is still strong in their blood.”

“Rude, ladies. Very rude.”

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Now back at their shared apartment at Wyndon City, Leon was pacing around. His little bro had already went out to find his crushes. The new chairman wished he had this kind of courage. He wished, just not gonna happen. He and Raihan are just friends with a healthy rivalry of ten years! How is he going to react if he just confess out of the blue?! That’s why he got a perfect plan! Sonia had helped him devised a lot of plans. Plans related to shiny Pokemons were quickly rejected due to him being a natural shiny repellent. Flowers were also a big no, Raihan’s Pokemons tend to gobbled up flowers from his fans. Chocolate was supposed to be part of the plan, but Sonia rejected that idea because it was overrated. So this is the result. Just ask Raihan to go out with him and make sure he knows it’s a date and not a Valentine’s Day hangout. Solid A+ Plan! “Over a phone call? So outdated, Master Lee. Not gonna lie but that’s so last season,” the RotomPhone floats around in front of Leon while showcasing the contact details of his master’s dream man. “I don’t want Raihan to see my face if I ask him face to face! It’s too obvious!” “Ain’t that the plan?” “No!” “Okay, okay! Geez, you humans are so overly complicated. What happen to mating calls? It’s so much easier.” “Shut it, Rotom...” With a heavy sigh, he slouched over the single-seat coach. Maybe it’s a bad plan, but it’s the only foul-proof plan he could ever execute. “Okay,” Leon sat up and slapped both side of his cheeks to concentrate, “I’m ready! All I have to say is ‘Go out with me this evening’!” Snatching RotomPhone from the air, while apologizing, the purple-haired man pressed ‘Call’ with confidence. It rang for a few times before the Dragon Gym Leader picked up with his smooth, husky voice. The voice he should still get used to but still melt every time he heard it. “What’s up, ex-champ? Feeling lonely on Valentines?” Let’s be boyfriends. Leon’s mind went on short circuit for a bit. He didn’t respond for a minute, making the silence unbearable. “Uh, Leon? Are you there?” “LET’S DO BOYFRIENDS’ DATE!” Unfortunately, his mind ended up fusing what he initially going to said and his current thoughts. Freaking out, he ended up the call without hearing the reply. He just screwed up. He managed to screw up the only foul-proof plan. This is not what it should happen and yet, here he was. Leon stomped his way to his bedroom, slammed his door open and threw himself onto the bed in frustration. He really shouldn’t take Option 1. ~~~~~~~~~~ Arriving at the Hammerlocke Gym, Hop quickly strode towards the lift, and quickly slid his access card. He went in but not without getting bumped by Raihan, who never seems to noticed him as the top Gym Leader dashed outside with the biggest grin plastered on his face. Leon succeed, huh... The lab assistant shook his face to focus on his mission. He really put a lot of effort finding these Pokemon after all. Gramps’ advice always worked! Reaching his destination, he walked out slowly towards his so-called Rival Gang. They were grooming and playing with Zacian and Zamazenta. The Legendary Pokemon was really ease up on Victor and Gloria real quick. Hop let out his own Legendary Pokemon partner, Eternatus, scaring the occupant in the room, especially the albino-haired boy. “Hop! You idiot! Are you trying to scare me half to death?!” I wanna smooch you til I melt though. Grinning characteristically, he settled himself down between the girls, who now switched their focus on Eternatus. Victor, the new chairman’s secretary, smiled gently at him as greeting. Arceus, I would love to see your smile everyday, every time. “So, how’s the research coming up, Hop? Having such a rowdy Pokemon like this dragon must have damage the lab a few times.” Marnie smirked at Hop while throwing a Heavy Ball for it to catch. Such a graceful badass. With a super effective smirk. “Natus can shapeshift to a smaller size to roam freely so it’s not a problem,” the lab assistant answered before side-glancing his Legendary partner, “the problem would be giving Sonia a hard time to examine it.” “Typical. Seems like giving you Eternatus is the right choice. After all, I don’t think I can handle two huge responsibilities at the same time. Am I right, Zacian?” Gloria, the newly-crowned champion, winked at the Sword-wielding Warrior Pokemon. Zacian huffed out a pleased grunt, almost indicating it agreed with her. Are you trying to faint me with your adorable wink?! Finding the right time, Hop waited for the opportunity as they talked and played around. Occasionally battling or betting matches, making curry at this unusual location, talking about work. Hop had to thank Arceus when Victor popped the question. “So... today’s Valentines Day, ain’t it? You guys got some confession to make?” Silence taking over the room. Marnie and Bede tried to hide their blush but failed miserably while Gloria was looking embarrassed for once. Hop took a deep breath. “I do.” Shocking his gang again, he took out four Love Balls. Each of them had their unique designs that Hop took the time to do. “It makes me sound crazy but I think... I have a crushes on you guys. Super, duper big ones,” he slowly exclaimed as he handed them each of their own unique Love Balls, which they took it gladly. A good sign. Victor had Sobble with heart-shaped eyes drawing; Gloria had Scorbunny with its ear forming a heart-shaped drawing; Bede had a heart-shaped Solosis drawing; Marnie had Morpeko with heart-shaped cheek pouches drawing. “Hop, I hate you,” the Fairy Type Gym Leader started scowling. While Hop thought he was already damaging their friendship, the blushing albino head also threw him and the others a Love Ball. “You make me look so underprepared that it hurts.” “Me too.” The Dark Type Gym Leader joined in as she too had four Love Balls. “Me three.” The secretary chimed in, also with another four Love Balls. “I’m an idiot,” Gloria was flushed red as she took out four boxes of chocolates. The gang bursted out laughing at their rightfully-called lover. Lovers... that rings nicely to my heart. Our heart.