#i love him. but he needs a good smack now and then. Grovyle too.

[sincerely-sofie]

I want a PMD game that's mixed with Animal Crossing.

I want to be a cute little pokemon and go around my town and talk to the Kecleon NPC at the market when shopping for cute furniture. I want to buy custom scarves and bandanas from a Leavanny. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to talk to pokemon that move in and out of plots of land depending on whether or not you befriend them. I want to become besties with a partner pokemon who has dreams of bringing their dusty hometown back to its former glory. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to enjoy the worldbuilding without threats of curses, being erased from history, manifestations of evil trying to destroy all that is good and holy, unbelievably unfair wages for my work, etc. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net. I want to beat up Dusknoir with my net---

[themurphyzone]

ORAS AU: Fight for the Meteorite!

Takes place in the Pokemon ORAS AU. 

“Who’s a good Poochyena? You are!” Milo cooed to a small pup who had just started to walk. Poochyena yipped, licking Milo on the cheek. “Anyway, Dark types really love Razz Berries. My grandfather told me. He runs the daycare just outside Mauville.” 

“Milo, as cute as a puppy playdate on top of a volcano is, we need to grab that meteorite,” Melissa reminded him. “Besides, my Poochyena is way cuter.” 

The Magma Grunt stared at her in disbelief. “Excuse me, Smokey is one of a kind! A starting trainer like you can’t possibly afford the shampoo needed to get her tail this fluffy!” 

“Oh, right!” Milo jumped to his feet, waving to the Magma Grunt as they ran off. “Thanks for letting me pet her! Bye!” 

They ducked and weaved past various members of Team Magma, ignoring their calls for a battle. “Hey, have you seen Zack? I thought he was right behind you!” Melissa yelled. “Ugh, why couldn’t we just do this in a secret underground hideout? I assume Team Rocket at least had air conditioning.” 

The heat didn’t faze Milo at all, even though he had a sweatervest. “I think he mentioned this wouldn’t be a good environment for Grovyle.” 

The great thing about the cable car service on Mt. Chimney service was their lobby area, which also had air conditioning and vending machines with a wide variety of snacks and drinks. Zack bought a Fresh Water for Grovyle and a Lemonade for himself, reclining against the cushioned chair with a relaxed sigh.

It sure beat sweating all his body fluids out. 

Cavendish was inputting several commands into a machine that contained the meteorite when Milo and Melissa arrived. He was dressed in a thick red turtleneck, so it was a complete mystery as to how he didn’t pass out from the heat.  

“Hey, Cavendish. So we kinda need that meteorite. You mind?” Milo asked. 

Cavendish glanced up. “Hello, Murphy. I was just preparing the machine to harvest energy from the meteorite. If my theory is correct, it will transform the properties into a Mega Stone I can use to awaken Groudon, an ancient Pokemon said to create continents with a single roar. With an expanded landmass, there will be more resources for humans. More land, more food, more settlements. So yes, I do mind.” 

“We won’t let you get away with it!” Milo shouted, holding up a Poke Ball. 

Cavendish looked unamused. “Shouldn’t that line be reserved for villains?” 

“You’re literally trying to awaken an ancient Pokemon capable of massive destruction,” Melissa said. “Most villains in this world like doing that. I don’t know why. Doesn’t really end well for them.”

“I choose Marshtomp!” Milo exclaimed, tossing his Poke Ball. Just as Cavendish was about to reciprocate with his own Pokemon, the Poke Ball smacked against the machine, putting a round dent in the controls and rendering it inoperable. 

Marshtomp popped out, getting into a fighting stance before realizing there was no opponent for him to battle. Cavendish stared blankly at the wires that sparked along the ruined machine. 

“You foiled my plan with a bad throw?” Cavendish sputtered out. He rubbed his head and groaned. “I just hope nobody from Team Aqua saw this. It’s kind of embarrassing.” 

“Great toss, kiddo!” someone called. “Don’t worry, Cavendish. I won’t tell anyone.” 

Dakota sauntered up, throwing his arm around Cavendish’s shoulder like he was greeting a friend instead of a rival boss. “Just put that machine over there,” he directed. Two Aqua Grunts wheeled an exact replica of the machine Cavendish had tried to use by the crater’s edge. 

“I thought you guys were all about the sea and stuff,” Melissa said. 

Dakota shrugged. “We are. I just felt like seeing what Magma was up to. Besides, Cavendish left the blueprints of this machine on his desk and it looked cool so that’s how I wound up here. You know, except we’re aiming for Kyogre. That’s really the only difference.”

Cavendish wriggled out of Dakota’s grip, glaring at him. “So it was you! And Brick told me I couldn’t go blaming everything on other people. And I suppose you thought it would be funny to return it with a lipstick smear?” 

“What lipstick smear?” Dakota asked. 

“Don’t play innocent with me!” Cavendish growled, taking a set of neatly folded blueprints out. “You left this smear in the corner! Not to mention your abysmal folding skills....” 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was just a stain from some cherry cobbler,” Dakota said. “That stuff is good. Hey, you mind if I borrow your meteorite?” 

“No!” Cavendish retorted. “I mean, yes! No, you cannot borrow it!” 

Melissa leaned over to Milo. “Maybe we should let them talk this out.” While Cavendish and Dakota were in the middle of their argument, Melissa quietly pulled the meteorite out from Cavendish’s machine and stuffed it into Milo’s backpack. 

“Bye, Cavendish! Bye, Dakota! We’re heading to Fallarbor now, see you later!” Milo called to the arguing bosses. They stopped momentarily to shout goodbyes, then went right back to their quarrel without noticing the missing meteorite.

“Too bad Zack missed all the action,” Melissa remarked. “That was way more entertaining than the Pokeshop Channel.” 

“And then Cavendish has the nerve to put our hideout at the base of a volcano!” Brick complained. “So that’s why I’ve unionized the Magma Grunts into forcing him to change the uniform policy to red tank tops.” 

“I’m the only one with a decent fashion sense,” Savannah sniffed. “Everyone else seems content with cheap Halloween pirate outfits.”

Zack and Grovyle shared a glance. Being in the same space with the second-in-command of notorious gangs and bonding over a mutual dislike for certain kinds of clothes was kinda disconcerting.