#pokemon roark

[grey822aaa]

Canon

[caiabresebun]

sketch from 2yrs im never gonna finish... fossil family

[reikaniichan]

serious (?) version versus silly version expressions

[r0-boat]

I was doing research on Roark for some riding and Pokemon fucking robbed us!

There's no fucking way that this guy who works in a literal mind and like leads an entire team and owns the goddamn facility looks like hasn't even looked at a pair of Weights in his life!!

It's even more bullshit because if you look at his manga illustration

Look at those fucking muscles. Look at that: we could have had this, we could have all had this, but no, we're stuck with Twink Roark!

There's no fucking way in giratinas God forsaken plane that is Tumblr that a man who works and does majority of his job doing physical labor looks like that.

Buff Roark or die.

[terracotta7]

I saw a Bugsy yippee the other day and you know good and damn well I had to make one of Roark lmao

Yippieeeeeeee

[iliketrainmen]

I like to imagine he wanders into Gardenia's and Volkner's dms like this

[megamewtwos]

give roark a fish bag. why not.

[inbarfink]

[beesgav]

boys for @ecruteakfreak

[queenarahbo]

Against The Clock Part 4

No whumptober prompts filled.

When Steven slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls of a hospital room. The bright overhead lights felt harsh against his eyelids, and he squinted, struggling to adjust to the glare. A sense of confusion washed over him—had everything that had happened before been nothing but a dream? The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, grounding him in this unfamiliar reality.

He shifted slightly, only to be met with a jolt of painful stiffness coursing through his body, causing him to wince involuntarily. Every movement felt labored as if his limbs were burdened by an unseen weight. As he blinked repeatedly, trying to shake off the flecks of sleep still clinging to him, he couldn't shake the overwhelming heaviness in his eyes, making the bright room seem even more disorienting.

“Thank goodness you’re finally awake.”

Steven turned his head slowly, a sharp ache radiating through his neck that caught him off guard. As his vision settled, he was surprised to see Cynthia perched beside his bed. A flicker of astonishment crossed his mind—perhaps this was not a dream after all.

Cynthia was surrounded by a chaotic spread of papers, their edges curling slightly, scattered about the floor like fallen leaves. A silver laptop rested precariously in her lap, the screen casting a soft glow across her face. He couldn’t help but notice the dark circles that shadowed her eyes, a testament to sleepless nights, and a wave of guilt washed over him as he absorbed her weary expression.

“You have been unconscious for several days. We were beginning to worry,” Cynthia explained as she rested her chin on her intertwined fingers, carefully avoiding the laptop. She observed his reaction closely, studying him intently.

“I… what?” Steven rasped, each word a struggle as his parched throat felt like sandpaper. His eyes darted down, landing on the sharp prick of an IV needle embedded in his right arm, a stark contrast against his pale skin. A wave of discomfort surged through him, his entire body aching with a heaviness he had never experienced before. Memories flickered in his mind—he had been in that dark, damp cave with Grant and Roark. Panic crept in as he wondered if they were hurt as well. The shift in his expression must have shown his worry, because Cynthia leaned closer, her smile warm and reassuring, like a gentle balm against his swirling anxiety.

“The other two are fine; you were the only one injured in the accident. In a way, you’re fortunate—you came out with just a dislocated knee and a mild concussion. Still, expect some soreness as your body heals. Roark mentioned how you saved him." Her voice dropped to a whisper as if the weight of the words lingered in the air between them.

Steven closed his eyes for a moment, letting the weight of the new information settle over him like a heavy blanket. The cave loomed in his mind, its damp darkness mingling with memories of his injured knee and the figure of Roark, shrouded in inky black clouds. A flicker of gratitude stirred within him—despite everything, he was still alive.

His reverie was abruptly interrupted by a soft knock on the door. The two champions turned in unison, and there stood Lucian, framed in the doorway. His brow was furrowed, the corners of his lips tugging down in an expression that betrayed his concern. He hesitated for a heartbeat, clearly surprised to see Steven awake, but then a small smile broke through the tension, a warm light in the shadow of uncertainty.

“I didn’t think you would be awake yet,” he said, stepping into the too bright room. The pale morning light filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the floor. He approached Cynthia, his brow furrowing as he noticed Steven shift uncomfortably, a grimace crossing his face as he winced in pain. The atmosphere was thick with concern, and his expression reflected a mix of worry and frustration.

“He just woke up and he probably has a headache. Please be quieter.” Cynthia scolded “What is it you need?”

“Ah, of course. My apologies.” Lucian extended the file in his hand, the crisp paper slightly crinkling as he grasped it tighter. “The police just delivered this,” he continued, his voice tinged with frustration. “It’s about Team Galactic again.” He turned away, his brow furrowing, and approached the bed, the shadows playing across his features as he leaned closer to Steven.

The look in Lucian’s eyes left Steven perplexed. It was a complex blend of anger and concern, laced with an unexpected hint of relief. They remained in that tense moment, the silence thick as Cynthia meticulously reviewed the report in front of her. Steven’s attention was drawn back to Lucian as he slowly raised his hand, hovering just above Steven’s head. Uncertain of what to expect, he was taken completely off guard when Lucian suddenly flicked his forehead with a quick motion. “Ow,” Steven exclaimed, rubbing the spot as he glared at Lucian. “What was that for?”

“For almost getting yourself killed, are you really that foolish? You took two gym leaders on one of your little adventures and nearly got all three of you killed. I could understand if you had taken people who actually knew what they were doing, but you chose Roark of all people.” Lucian scolded, his eyes blazing with anger.

“Lucian, that’s enough,” Cynthia stated firmly, her voice cutting through the tension in the room. She set the report down with a deliberate gesture, her gaze sharp and unwavering as she fixed it on him. The flickering light overhead cast shadows across her face, highlighting the annoyance etched in her features.

“I’m not done yet, and he needs to hear what I have to say, Cynthia. He came dangerously close to losing his life,” he said, his voice thick with urgency. Turning back to Steven, he continued, “This is ridiculous. Is this the second time? Or the third? You tell me.”

He knew Lucian was right. He had been careless.

Steven shifted uncomfortably, his body screaming in protest, and dropped his eyes. He knew Lucian was just worried about him and not truly angry, but right now he couldn’t help feeling like a child who had gotten caught doing something he knew not to do. Lucian was right about taking Roark with him. The kid wasn’t ready for a climb like that. Grant on the other hand…

“I said enough, Lucian. Walk it off,” Cynthia interjected firmly, positioning herself between the two men. Her voice was steady, laced with authority, leaving no room for dissent from her second in command. The tension in the air crackled as Lucian stared back, frustration etched across his face, but he knew better than to contest her. "Come back when you’ve calmed down," she added, her unwavering gaze piercing through the heat of the moment.

“I’m sorry…” Steven whispered, fighting the hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He refused to cry in front of Lucian and Cynthia. Despite his efforts, his friends noticed the change. Lucian took a deep breath before the anger in his eyes faded to tired worry and rested his hand on Steven’s shoulder.

Lucian inhaled deeply, his heart still racing from the overwhelming fear that had gripped him moments before. With a steady voice, he glanced into the eyes of his companion, filled with a mix of relief and lingering worry. “We thought we had lost you for good this time,” he said softly, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on him. “Please, don’t ever scare us like that again.”

“He’s right,” Cynthia interjected, her brow furrowing with concern. “You caught a break this time, but what about the next occasion? You really need to take more care.”

“We aren’t the only ones you scared either. You have your league members worried. Cynthia had to talk them out of flying here.” Lucian continued “There are people who care about you. Please think about that next time you want to put your life in danger.”

“I didn’t mean to worry everyone,” Steven said, his voice laced with sincerity, a hint of exhaustion creeping in. He stifled a yawn, his mouth stretching wide as he fought against the heaviness pulling at his eyelids. Forcing his eyes back open, he blinked slowly, trying to shake off the weight of fatigue that threatened to envelop him.

Cynthia gestured towards the door, her expression a mix of concern and urgency. "We’ll leave you to rest," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. As Lucian started to follow her, she paused, casting a cautious glance back over her shoulder. "Just so you know, Wallace is furious," she added, her brow furrowing slightly. "Good luck." With that, she slipped out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

He suppressed a groan. He hadn’t forgotten about Wallace, but he wasn’t ready to face his boyfriend just yet. What was he supposed to say to him? He did not have any doubt in his mind that Wallace was angry with him. Even if it wasn’t exactly his fault. He felt his eyes slip closed again, heavy with sleep. He could talk to Wallace in the morning.

[daily-pokemon-trivia]

This is the 4th of a small daily poll series during my break.

I'll ask the fave gym leaders of each region, and at the end put them all in a poll against eachother!

[grey822aaa]

My favourite thing about Roark

His father

[froggychaaa]

More “pet wants your food” drawing

Roark is bbg confirmed

[reikaniichan]

more roark. it was maybe going to be part of either a random pencil sketch comic or doodle dump but i ended up just leaving it by itself instead…

[r0-boat]

R0 :0, I wanna see what you can do for the funny rock guy Roark since you mentioned him c; Both sfw and nsfw of him as your dorky boyfriend. Also hope you enjoy rock puns.

https://m.bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Roark/Quotes

I also like looking up a character’s dialogue here, my favorites are "W-what? That can't be! My buffed-up Pokémon!"

After being defeated

"This is embarrassing... I went and lost to a Trainer who didn't have a single Gym Badge... “

YEESS MORE ROARK

My dudes, I have such a crush on him. He's so cute and nerdy, yet there's this air of jock in him I can't explain-

Roark boyfriend/dating head cannons

Gym leader Roark x gn! Reader sfw/nsfw headcanons

Sfw

Rork is a calm and Collective man yet at first when it comes to saying how he feels about you he just doesn't seem to be happy with how he wants to confess with you, he wants to tell you exactly how he feels but he feels that words alone cannot fully describe his feelings.

If words alone cannot make you understand his feelings then he works his ass off going into the underground to find you something that would prove what is heartfelt for you. Can't make this shit up when he first asked you out he gave you a courting rock as a gift. he gave you was a pale Sapphire.

when it comes to geology he gets his aura of confidence back as he tells you in a low whisper to hold it up to the sun. Watching your eyes glimmer and light up when you held his gift up to the light made his heart drum. Suddenly something just slipped from his lips he hadn't even realized he said it until he watched your reaction.

" when held to the light, Pale Sapphires reflect bright and dazzling colors. It's an accurate example of what you do to my life, but you are even more precious than any stone."

Being a geology nerd he excitedly tell you about every rock and stone he found when he was visiting the oreberg mines and the Sinnoh's Underground. He could go on and on about each Stone and their difference he's really grateful for dealing with him when he's talking your ear off. And not wanting to kill him when he makes a rock pun for the fifth time today.

He feels sort of protective over you not in an overly sort of way, however. Especially if you were one to put yourself in danger, he'll make sure he's either with you or at your beck and call for when you get hurt. preferably being with you so he could spend some much-needed time with you.

Roark is always attentive to what you're doing whether it's playing against your body and arm around you his ocus solely on you or whatever you're doing whether it be on your phone, reading a book or playing a game. When he can't see you he just gets this urge to either call you or text you He seems to always want to know what you're doing.

Nsfw

Roark is a man that knows what he wants and when he wants it. He may be a massive nerd at times, but he is not shy nor Innocent by any means. He has been guilty of picking you up and holding you up against the smooth, cold wall of a cave, unable to keep his lips off you.

He could be pretty demanding, as well. Don't be surprised when he starts ordering you around, getting quite authoritative as he uses his strength to manhandle you into places he wants you to be. Roark is vocal during sex whether it be growling or moaning reading his teeth to try to stifle his noises or just talking.

"W-wet, fuck-you're so wet and.. Grnn- hah! Tight! Fuck! Sorry, I-I can't be gentle today please tell me if it's too much."

"o-oh- Arceus, you drive me crazy, im so hard for you."

Roark prefers being rough with you, but he would never ever do anything you wouldn't want to do, so he would always ask if he could be rough with you before he slides inside. Sometimes as he starts slow and deep, he gets carried away, his eyebrows beginning to furrow and sneaking around your neck, lightly choking you as his cock drills into you. Especially when he's close and trying to chase his high to fill you up at the same time, have you cum while he's balls deep.

To the gym leader, there is nothing better than after sex cuddles when he's still inside you, holding you close to his body and kissing you. His natural scent mixed with the cologne he put on this morning was welcoming as you snuggle into his chest, hearing him chuckle.

Roark can't not be in control. Even if he lets you be on top of him, he can't help but get handsy of the sudden he's grinding you down on his cock while bucking his hips upward. To fully stop in from taking back control you have to tie him down. And if you do you might actually break him, leaving him into a begging, writhing mess.

And when you decide to give him little encouragement at work taking him some naughty photos and texts while you're at home and sending it to him. You see him trying to respond but ultimately not saying anything. You frown but you get it it must be really busy what Roark was doing was physical labor after all. But you're surprised when he comes home he rashes over to you practically stripping he seems out of breath his face flushed pink he claims on top of you his mouth immediately on your neck and shoulders giving you kisses, a hand on your chest well another one going below your pants.

"Mmh, you feel me? This is what you did to me all fucking day. Are you going to do something about it? This was your doing, after all. You need to take responsibility for your actions."

[destinywillowleaf]

i choose to believe like 90% of his t-shirts have some sort of pun on them

(the dreepy's nickname is diplo. short for diplodicus. came with the "mothership", flying dutchman the drakloak, when his mom got back from a trip to galar)