#team rocket fanfiction

[bloodonmysqueegee]

drew a fuckton of emesis blue soldier because i want him to be happy (<- does not draw him happy)

(and some medics and demos and spy)

the medic and soldier doodle at the end is based on a fic i wrote right here: (fic) ((im also writing a prequel to that literally right now because emesis blue and tf2 has be in a deathgrip))

Update: here's the other (fic)

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Ooo ooo!! What about Champion Lance?

In Lance we trust. One Lance Headcannon ramble COMING UP! Lance is surprisingly hard to write for but i think i got something plausible.

No warnings unless mentioning a punch is one?

Lance | General Headcannons

Lance will be straightforward and honest with everyone. You want the truth, ask Lance and he will spell it out to you in the most brutally honest way. 

He is sharp minded and incredibly strong-willed. This man can bounce back from anything thrown at him, and can silence anyone with a single comment if he wants. He has made challengers feel as if they are an ant compared to him, if they’re getting too cocky with him that is.

If he finds someone mistreating their Pokemon, he reacts in one of two ways. Depending on what's happening. If the trainer is new and is simply overworking their Pokemon without actually realising: Lance will berate them for this and then teach them carefully on how to actually care for they’re Pokemon.

Lance is a surprisingly good teacher.

However, if what they're doing is physical and genuinely meaningful in how they are hammering their pokemon, he will not back away from using violence. He Hyper beamed a petty thief! Lance will throw a punch in himself if need be.

A LOG when sleeping. And I don't mean he's a sound sleeper, a lot can wake him up. I mean literally a log, stiff as a board. A statue if you will. 

Clair once thought he was unconscious, he was so still, resulting in her pouring ice cold water on him, followed by Lance jumping up so far you honestly thought he could cling to the ceiling. One of the few times he let his guard down and now he's cold and needs new clothes.

Yes, Clair got it all on camera. And yes all of the Elite and gym leaders have the video saved.

Lance is an incredibly serious person, and will not tolerate any form of disrespect from anyone. Although sometimes he can be a bit too serious. Laughter is so rare from this guy that even a simple chuckle gets people staring at him.

It takes him an hour to get his hair like that. Lance’s naturally hair is spiky don’t get me wrong but to get those perfect spikes takes time darlings.

Private person. Period

Lance cares way too much about other people and they’re pokemon than he reasonably should. I repeat he has Hyper beamed a thief for stealing a random woman's pokeball.  This tends to get him in situations he can’t get himself out of. Whilst he doesn’t like asking for help, he will if he knows it's the only option left.

Before he became champion, he would constantly be going around the other Elite members and testing they’re strength making sure they are alway at their best. When he became champion he did this a lot less, instead focusing on his own pokemon and the might of the gym leaders. 

He can’t swim all that well. Lance spends so much time in the air that swimming is almost foreign to him. Although he can swim, it's not too graceful and you would mistake his wild flailing for drowning.

For this reason, he definitely has a Pokemon that knows Surf he doesn’t use on his main team. 

Man has a soft spot for food. Wanna get on his good side? Give him anything to do with Spicy food and he is all ears. The other elite members used to carry Spicy curry pots on them whenever they needed Lance to do something he would normally say no to.

Quite the artist and also has decent music talent. He once tried Pottery, he made a somewhat functional bowl on his first attempt. Charcoal is his specialty, he has a hidden sketchbook full of pokemon he has seen over his travels.

Hates travelling overseas for tournaments and HAS turned them down before. It has to be a massive oversea event for him to willingly go instead of Red or Falkner dragging him there.

Lance has a soft spot for kids. He is much more protective over them than the adults watching them. Always helping any kid without a second thought, the adult in his mind comes second. 

He throws a vicious right hook. Lance has knocked a team rocket grunt out and once put a hole in a wall. It’s no Raihan punch, that man bent a Cement wall. But he will put you on your ass. 

This man has a secret stash of hair dye in his house. If his hair starts greying he will be READY! And yes that is not his natural hair colour.

Does NOT like his shoulders touched. I think it's the cloak, but if someone touches him on the shoulder, he will death glare at them. Hands, arms, back all fine. Shoulders, no. Same thing with his legs. Falkner once tapped him on the leg when he was napping and it resulted in Falkner getting a kick to the face. He was fine but now he warns people not to touch Lance when he sleeps.

Speaking of Falkner, these two definitely roomed together for a while. Falkner is the only person Lance trusts enough to handle his pokemon. If for Any reason Lance has to part with Dragonite, Falkner is who he turns to. Even the pokemon centre can’t handle his precious pokemon. Arceus forbade him to let Clair handle them.

He loves and respects Clair so much don’t get him wrong. But when they were younger, Clair was quite the trouble maker and accidentally hurt Lance’s Dratini. He never fully trusted her again with his pokemon. No ill will between them though, They have dinner together at least once a week. 

Though in Clair's defence, Lance did provoke her first. He got that spit fire personality somewhere.

Won’t eat any kind of fish or Tail food. Sushi is his enemy. Not team rocket, not Team Galactic, not even team Magma. Nope. Sushi. 

Remember the curry thing from earlier? If that doesn’t work to persuade him somehow, just tie some sushi to a stick and follow him around, he’ll give in eventually. Don’t let his Dragonite eat it though because it will try and it is funny to watch.

[celestie0]

wanna write a pokémon trainer au for jjk 😩🙏🏼 where all the jjk men are the gym leaders n u get to fuck them. and then the championship league is just a gangbang

oh and then there wld probably be pokemon battles too

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: With the loss of Team Rocket as an organization, Jessie, James, and Meowth set out to do something they never would have previously dreamed—backtracking across the regions, reuniting with old friend and foe alike, in an attempt to make up for their wrongs. Join the trio as they take off on a determined search to find their white tomorrow on the path of righteousness.

Author: @musashi

Note from submitter: This fic has a TVTropes page!

[a-drifting-mannequin]

Chapter 3: Love blooms on the battlefield

Fandom:Team Fortress 2

Pairing: Engineer/Soldier; Helmet party; Rocket science

(RED Soldier)

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He's so doom now.

Fraternizing with the enemy? Purposely saving his hind from his own team? It's just absolutely outrageous! Ridiculous even.

Soldier wanted to scream or even punch something. Doesn't matter if it's an inaninated object or a person, he just need to dig his fists into something. He saved a BLU and that was something he did not want to happen. And yet, it already did.

Debriefing wasn't easy on him today as he expressed all his anger out on the team, purposely and accidentally hurting some members as well. Medic had told him to calm down and take a break but that just resulted in another series of insults and slurs against his country origin.

Eventually, he did quiet down and left for his room, leaving everyone else stunned and confused. Soldier didn't exit his room the entire day so either Spy or Engineer had to bring his food to the door and collect his empty bowls and plates after he's finished.

At some point in the day, however, he did left his room just to take a shower. Luckily, everyone already finished theirs and were all gathered in the living room at the time.

It was night time and Soldier couldn't sleep. His wife beater was slightly soaked in sweat, either due to the heat or his emotions. He kept tossing and turning on his bed, unable to get the frustration out of himself. At some point, Soldier did took off his helmet and threw it at the wall, which woke Scout up. He didn't bother apologizing to the young Boston, either.

Breathing out a hot breathe of frustration, Soldier dropped down on the floor and tried to clear his mind with pushups. It's something he always does to distract himself from thinking of such problems. On some occasions, he would completely forgot about what the problem is. Other times, it's just stuck like glue at the back of his head.

The damn BLU Engineer looks so much like his and maybe there's not even a lick of difference between them. But to him, he was different. So different, in fact, he could hand pick out the differences.

Unlike their own Engineer who loves the thrill of battle like everyone else, this one seemed a bit more defensive and afraid. Death was a mere concept in their job but everytime his sentry get destroyed, it was like his own flesh and blood was killed in front of him. Even with tinted goggles over his eyes, Soldier could just see the agony and fear whenever a sentry got destroyed or when he realized that there was a spy around him.

The only emotions he would see in their engineer's eyes when his sentry get destroyed or a spy is around were anger, hatred and absolute annoyance.

If he knew something about engineers is that they hated the French's gut. Both engineers of each teams would constantly complain about the spook picking on them every battle. He could've been off back stabbing somebody else but the French still has a favorite to mess with.

Soldier didn't want to be like Demoman who disrespect all rules and laws of the battlefield and go off with the enemy. He was supposed to hate that engineer's guts. He doesn't want any connection with him nor develop a relationship of any kind with a BLU.

Soldier scoffed to himself about the thought of possibly liking the BLU Engineer, turning his mind back to the number of pushups he had done. War doesn't spare place for friendship, nor fun for that matter. The only fun you'll get in this job is the thrill of killing the enemy - in this case, the opposing team that looked like you but wears blue instead of red.

Soldier suddenly paused for a moment, body going stiff. Sweat beads slid down the side of his head, one dropped down on the floorboards. War is something he always had a passion for, but if he understood anything from Sun Tzu and other soldiers and commaders alike is that allies can be beneficial for battles and could possibly help you win war.

Soldier decided to give himself a well deserved break and sat up right, back straight and hands laid on his knees. He contemplated the possible relationship between his Demoman and the BLU Soldier. If it's for their own their benefit or something entirely else, their employer would've prevented it from happening from the start.

Sweat coated his brow and soaked into his wife beater. The wetness is not something he's comfortable with, but he'll have to deal with it later when the sun rise.

Minutes went by and Soldier has yet to move an inch. The alarm clock on his bedside was his signal to get up and out. When he stood up, the alarm showed that it was precisely 0500 in the morning. Soldier reached for his helmet on the floor and rubbed his eyes, feeling rather drained but urged forward. He placed the oversized helmet on his head, knocked his knuckles against it few times and then exited his room.

The shower was the first thing he thought about and he directly headed in the direction of the washrooms. The tiles were cold to the touch and an eerie silence settled over the empty shower. Soldier didn't gave mind to it, quickly heading to his locker and prepared the shower.

The warm water washed over him and eased his frustration. He closed his eyes and let himself dift off comfortably in the rush of water.

After the shower, Soldier gone through the usual routine of shaving his fave clean and polishing his boots for battle. He didn't bothered putting on his coat so a white shirt was the replacement for yhe seeat soaked wife beater.

Upon walking to the kitchen, the smell of fresh bacon and coffee lured him as his stomach felt quite empty. Soldier licked his lips and picked up his pace.

When he entered, the whole team were already settled around the dining table. Scout chatted away with Pyro about the cartoons that they watched last night while Sniper listened. Demo was passed out on the table, drooling a bit and mumbling something unintelligible. His bottle of scrumpy was abandoned on the floor. Their engineer was leaning against the kitchen counter, newspaper in one hand and the other held his fork with a piece of bacon on it.

Heavy stood near the fridge, a small book in his hands and comically small reading glasses perched on his nose bridge. He glanced up to look at Soldier but didn't bother saying anything. It was also hard to know if the engineer was looking at him or not under those goggles.

"You're up late, mate." Sniper said, picking up his '#1 Sniper' cup and taking a sip out of it. Medic entered the room later and gave Soldier a friendly smile before approaching the engineer's side.

"My routine is none of your business, Aussie." Soldier scoffed and grabbed his plate of food, devouring it at a fast pace. Sniper didn't gave mind to the unusually grumpy soldier, but he did casted a look over to the RED Spy who was smoking around the corner.

Engineer chuckled at something Medic told him, occasionally whispering something back to the the doctor. Demo began to stir before he was full awake, head jerking up with his eye half open. Spy came over and swiftly took the bottle from him, gave the Scotchman some aspirin to clear up his alcohol drowned mind and left. A small thanks slipped past loose lips before Demo swallowed the pill dry.

Soldier watched Demo closely, his helmet swaying slightly. Yesterday, Soldier saw how the BLU Engineer shot through his skull without hesitation. It was a raw display of despise and hatred the engineer had for their demoman. Soldier felt as if the BLU had taken enough humiliation that they simply hated the RED's guts no matter what.

Soldier wonders if he ask Demoman about it, would he feel humiliated about what happened?

Soldier didn't have time to think about it when their engineer grabbed his empty plate from his hands and put it in the sink. Medic left for the infirmary to grab his weapons and medigun before the countdown starts.

When everyone left their separate ways to prepare, Soldier followed Demoman to the living room and sat down on the couch beside him.

"Aye, lad, d'ya sleep at all?" Demo asked suddenly, pulling a flask out of seemingly nowhere. Seemed like he noticed his sluggish movements and the shorter attention span than usual.

Soldier didn't turn to look at him. He didn't even smile and come up with some stupid joke as to why he didn't sleep. The man sat still, elbows on his knees and face tilted downwards.

"No, I wasn't able to." Was all Soldier said, his helmet swaying slightly on his head when he tilted up.

From the corner of his eye, he could tell Demo was trying to pry for more. His slightly furrowed brow was the obvious clue. Soldier should know his teammates better than anyone, but Demoman betrayed his partnership and trust just to be with another man who was a copy of him.

The speakers blared the time they had left to prepare before battle. They had exactly an hour to get ready.

The whole base became noisy almost immediately. Medic ran around in his infirmary and office to gather the necessary weapons, occasionally stopping to prevent his birds from doing something. Engineer made sure all his equipments were working correctly and offered to fix any teammate's weapon errors. Heavy, Sniper and Pyro readied their weapon, making sure to have extra fuel and bullets on themselves unless they want to run short on supply early into battle.

Spy sat by the Engineer, watching and waiting patiently for the labourer to fix up his sapper's mechanics. Multiple times throughout the session Engineer had asked if Spy would so kindly give him a cigarette as well, to which the Spy refused and will only offer one if the sapper was in tip-top condition.

Soldier picked up his rocket launder and examined it, checking for anything out of the ordinary. When he turned it to the other side, three streaks of what looked like oil was slightly smeared downwards. This immediately reminded the RED Soldier of the poor BLU Engineer from last time. The all sudden adrenaline and fear must've been a terrible feeling after being shot and stabbed at through out the battle.

Swiftly turning it back on its side, Soldier grabbed his coat on the bed and put it on a bit too violently. After everything was neat and tight on him, Soldier marched out of his room and went to join the others by the entrance.

Scout was still rambling on about something that Soldier doesn't care to give attention to. Sniper, however, was fixated on every word that comes out of the youngster's mouth. Medic was discussing with Heavy, Engineer and Demo about plans in order to secure a victory.

Everyone was dressed and ready. A look of determination on their faces as they looked to each other. Soldier, in this moment, experience dread for the first time.

The door slowly opened, revealing that the BLUs got a head start, a few sentries were already built around the area.

Everyone moved out at a quick speed, charging in different directions like scattered ants.

Sniper perched himself somewhere not visible to anyone unless you look carefully, positioning and aiming his gun at his desired target. Engineer wandered the field, setting up sentries and teleporters where he deemed perfect. Scout and Demomam reck havoc in the middle, sticky bombs flew and bullets fired. Heavy and Medic teamed up to make sure the first point get secured before moving on.

Pyro had already capped a point with Spy, an erupted muffled cheer rang through the Badlands. Spy focused in shooting more than stabbing this time, picking up whatever ammo he could find. Pyro did eventually called Engie for a dispenser, who rushed over while being on 25HP.

Soldier rocket blasted anyone who comes near, occasionally rocket jumping to find his next victim.

At least Demo wasn't coupling up with the BLU Soldier, who he just saw a few feet away from the BLU Engineer. Somehow, Soldier wished he could have a more friendly interaction with the BLU Engineer.

In mid air, Soldier's mind wandered back to the occurrence that happened yesterday and he thought of meeting up with the BLU Engineer for a friendly discussion about his Demo and BLU's Soldier.

Without noticing, he landed straight in the BLU Sniper's nest and was now facing a confused and angry Australian. Without another distracting thought, Soldier pulled out his shovel, a smile curled on his lips and knocked his Khukri out of his hand.

The BLU Sniper did put up a fair fight, though. If he can't use his knife or gun, he'll just use whatever he had on him. It was apparently Jarate. Having piss thrown at you and soaking your clothes is no one's cup of tea. But considering both snipers from both team, Soldier could only assume that these two have a serious problem that even lobotomy couldn't fix or cure.

After cornering and beating up the sniper, Soldier pinned him down and, with a strike of his shovel, decapitated the Australian's head. Blood pooled around him as the head rolled off to one side. The sniper's head had its eyes still open wide, mouth slightly agale with a thin stream of blood dripping out from the corner. Could be a great new addition to his head collection.

"I'll send my condolences to your kangaroo wife!" Soldier shouted with a wide grin, knowing no one would hear him anyway. This was a joke he had been perfecting the last week, and now with a chance to do it, Soldier had never felt better.

"Now, aint that just a little rude?" A thick Texan accent called out to him, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Soldier whipped his head around, expecting to see the BLU Engineer standing there with a grin on his face. Instead, he found that it was just his team's engineer, a shotgun in hand and his toolbox next to him. Seemed like he respawned after setting up that dispenser. Soldier wondered if he got shot or backstabbed by a nearby spy.

The RED Soldier was almost relieved that it wasn't a BLU. But, somehow, he really hoped it was.

"Alright boy, quit fooling around and go capture that point!" Engineer shouted, a wide smile on his face as he ran off to the direction of the next available point. Soldier followed, uncertain of whether he should respond or not.

Time was running out, everyone was doing everything in their power to secure victory for themselves. The Heavies and Medics had secured each a point but now are combating for the third. The Spies are trying hard to secure back stabs as well as push the enemy back.

The speakers began blaring, declaring an overtime when the timer ended without anyone noticing. This took the BLU team by surprised, almost like they couldn't believe their ears. With newfound motivation, they pushed forward with even more power than they did before.

The RED immediately saw the change and struggled to keep up with it. Three or four team members on RED's side were already sent to Respawn while the BLU team were down exactly two members.

During the heated mist of overtime, Soldier struggled to stay alive long enough to help their Demoman cap a point. One of his arms was missing and he was bleeding heavily, but he kept moving in order to try and find a dispenser to heal himself. His throat was dry and his voice came out hoarse, his vision started to blur and became increasingly difficult to see under his helmet. Even with the inconvenience, the soldier refused to take the helmet off.

Soldier eventually stumbled towards a dispenser and stopped, letting his vision clear up before anything else can happen. In the corner of his eye, he spotted the BLU Engineer staring it him, a gun held close to his chest.

Soldier didn't even noticed that it was a blue colored dispenser that he stumbled towards. With how desperate his situation looks, Soldied couldn't blame himself for not being more careful. The BLU Engineer stood unmoving, the tinted goggles obscuring his emotions from the near death soldier.

Before Soldier could stumble away from the engineer, a bullet was launched straight through his helmet. The noise rang out througg the battle as the final countdown begins. The BLU Engineer stared at RED Soldier's body, smoke rose from the muzzle of his shotgun and fading into the air.

The BLU Soldier came over with curiosity as to why his engineer was so still. Upon closer inspection, he could see the RED Soldier's remains being picked up by respawn before the Texan turned around to face him.

"It's a tie, Engineer." BLU Soldier said, not expectong to grt much reaction from the engineer. "We weren't able to capture the last point." He explained, watching the engineer relax ever so slightly.

"Well, don't that beat it all." BLU Engineer said with a sigh, letting BLU Soldier lead him back to their base as the sound of the RED team complaining floated by them.

RED Soldier stood in respawn alone, a hand holding onto his helmet and the other clutching his rocket launcher. He heard the announcement as well as the disappointed bickering of each team.

Demo appeared at the door, his head poking around the corner with a rather discontent look on his face.

"We lost, lad. It's a tie." Demo said solemnly, eventually coming around the corner to lean against the doorway.

Soldier didn't say anything, he just nodded and made his way out of the respawn room with Demo following close behind him.

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I was losing motivation while writing this

@darkcloudsatnight I need a moot or someone to read this pls. I'm desperate rn.. You're the only person that I know who likes helmet party

[fandomstars]

Team Rocket Jesse x Reader

Interesting choice!

Also why so many x reader stuff lately? I can do more than that you know!😂😅✋

Jesse x Reader

Dating Jesse would include…

Going out to eat/get takeout and binge watch show dates

If it isn’t on a plate it can wait as Jesse once said.

She would honestly though try hard to cook you something, but most likely would end up cursing the oven in the end.

James helped you when it came to fashion date wise, since he won’t dare help Jesse if he valued his life.

Meowth would always know the daily dating trends, helpful for a trade with Jesse in exchange for something he wants.

Jesse’s Pokemon would adore you.

If you happen to have a poison type Pokemon on your team, be prepared for Jesse to spoil said Pokemon to no end.

She’s very protective of you, and would go in front of a hyper beam if it meant your safety.

She’s got like 8 more lives left, she’s fine…

Twerp would be a big support in the relationship, especially if you just happen to help Jesse and crew leave TR and follow their dreams.

Jesse goes on to become a coordinator and performer, and despite trying to hide it, always blushes like mad when she hears your cheers from the crowd.

She’ll show you support….*insert R rated stuff*

Most of all, she’ll be there for you, whether it’s to kick Cassidy butt (“That prick!” “Jesse, she only beat in a battle, it’s fine.” ), or supporting you in anyway in your occupation (she’d have the fire of a soccer mom/Flareon especially if it’s a gym battle/contest at the competition).

Also she loves to couple costume with you every Halloween.

[lemons-beignets]

New fic! "A Good Meal"

Team Rocket are the bad guys. Brock knows that as well as anybody. What he can't figure out is why they act the way they do. The villainy just doesn't make sense for three people who seem to care about Pokémon—and each other—so deeply. The petty thievery, the name-calling and bickering, the larger crimes between their short-lived odd jobs... it doesn't add up. Ash seems content to just call them crooks. Misty doesn't care why they do it; she's just sick and tired of it. To his younger companions, Team Rocket are worthless. Brock has other ideas. Maybe they just need some direction. Maybe they need a chance. Or maybe, he thinks, all those three need is a decent meal.

I'm back with a new fic! And... it's not a sad one?? I don't think???

Sorry I haven't been writing or posting regularly, folks. I've been working on my master's degree since August 2023. I'm almost done, just two months to go before I have an M.S.! And I'll be writing much more once I have the time.

[tequila-starlight]

Little Siblings

All Tags Below Cut!

Fandom: Pokémon

Character(s): Alain, Hop, Leon, Mairin (Mentioned)

Ship(s): -

Platonic Ship(s): Alain & Hop, Alain & Mairin, Leon & Hop

Content Warning(s): -

Rating: General Audiences

TSME Week Day 3: Family

After getting asked by Hop if he has any siblings, Alain thinks about his relationship with Mairin.

“I’m Lee’s little brother, after all!” It was obvious Hop was trying to stamp down his ego after the compliment. The sight was quite amusing. “You’ve any little siblings yourself, Mr Alain?”

Alain stopped himself when the image of a certain girl flashed into his mind.

READ HERE ON AO3

Tags

•Fluff

•Family

•Platonic Relationships

•Not Beta Read

•Mairin does not appear physically but is spoken about throughout the story

[thisarenotarealblog]

Nova: So you're telling me that Giovanni Sakaki, the worlds most ethical man, entirely by accident, made the Suiryoku Power Plant into a prime Zapdos fuck house at low altitude?

[callmechito]

𐐪♡𐑂 - When You Meet (PKMN)

FYI...

Everyone is their canon ages. With the acception of Butch and James, whom I'm headcanonning as 20 year olds-Mid 20's. I'm gonna try to keep everything as in universe as possible. Also I am writing a more AFAB!Reader but that doesn't mean you can't read (Y/N) as any other gender(s) ^^ 

Also if you've come from Quotev, this is a rewrite! I changed some minor details to the whole scenario even for a few of these guys so yeah. Sorry for any possible confusion. ^^

GIFS ARENT MINE

Happy reading!

(P/O/C) = Pokemon of Choice

(T/O/C) = Town of Choice

(BFF/N) = Best Friends Name

Ash

You were running around in the forest laughing along with your (P/O/C), when you ran into a boy and his pikachu. You groaned, rubbing your behind from the hard impact.

"Hey! Watch where your going!" The boy yelled, fixing his cap.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anyone would be in this part of the forest." You stood up and stretched your sore muscles. Once making sure (P/O/C) was alright, you turned to the boy and his friends with a smile, "My names (Y/N), (Y/n) (L/N)."

The boy smiled at your kindness,  "Hi! I'm Ash Ketchum and this is my buddy Pikachu." He introduced as Pikachu gave a 'pika'. His two friends, a red head and a taller boy, looked as though they were gonna say hi but were cut off by this Ah Ketchum boy; "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to snap like that." He scratched his cheek.

You shook your head, "No worries. I don't blame you. I'm sorry but I gotta go now." You turned around on your heel, "Bye guys!" You waved with (P/O/C) not too far behind you.

"She seems nice." Misty commented.

"Yeah. It's too bad she had to leave so soon though." Brock adds.

"I wonder if I'll ever get to meet her again." Ash smiles looking off in the direction you ran off in.

Brock

Today you were at a local Pokemon centre waiting for your best buddy, (P/O/C). It wasnt long before they came out with Nurse Joy leading the way. You got up and ran over to the duo with a smile, "You're okay-!"

"Nurse Joy! You're so beautiful I could melt away!" A boy around your age jumped in between you and the nurse.

You snorted at the boys love sick performance. You peeked over his shoulder and made eye contact with (P/O/C). "There you are!" You pushed passed the boy and grave your dear friend a hug.

"Woah." The boy sighed in astonishment. Suddenly instead of (P/O/C) in front of you, you were met with the eyes of the boy from just a moment before. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He held your hands.

"Oh!" You blushed, "Thank you." You smiled.

"Come on Brock!" A little boy in glasses dragged the boy away from you.

"Let's meet again someday!" 'Brock' called out to you.

James

You stood off to the side as you watched your best friend (BFF/N) and a girl with long violet red hair argue over who should get the wild Eevee that kind of just came out of nowhere.

"Hurry it up Jessie or its gonna get away!" A man with blue hair shouted. He wore an all white outfit, paired with black gloves that match with his boots, a belt, and an undershirt. Not to mention the huge red R on his shirt.

"Come on (BFF/N)! If your not gonna catch it, I'll get it!" You pulled out your pokeballl and out came a (P/O/C).

"No! (Y/n) I'll get it!" Your friend pulled out her own pokeball and out came her Pokemon.

"I don't understand why I don't just ditch you already." You sighed which (P/O/C) nodded along too.

"Sometimes I wonder the same thing with Jessie." The boy beside you sighed. You glanced at the guy who was now standing right beside you. You gulped. He was... actually quite cute.

"Do you, um," You coughed, "...do you want a rice ball?" You held out your lunchbox. The mystery man happily grabbed the offered food.

"Where I come from, they call these jelly filled donuts." He took a bite, "Pretty funny if you ask me." You guys shared a laugh. He caught your eyes, "Thank you. It was delicious."

Quickly, you felt your heart pounding and your face heating up, "No...no problem!" You smiled.

Butch

Walking to the nearest restaurant you can find, you kept conversation with your little (P/O/C); "The ice cream in this place is supposed to be really good. They even have specially made ice cream for Pokemon! Isn't that cool?" You smiled down at your little buddy.

They nodded and made a little noise, which you can only assume meant some form of agreement.

Right as you entered the place, you were behind two people in dark coats. It was... a little intimidating if we're being honest.

"U-um," You stuttered out, the two turned to you, "if you're done ordering... I'd like a turn please." You shyly pointed at the counter.

The girl huffed, "alright. We were done anyways," she turned around, "Biff, bring our order when it's ready." She stalked off to a back table.

"It's Butch!" He called out aggravated.

He stepped aside to let you order.

The employee, who seemed a little suspicious, came back with all three orders; one for the duo, one for you, and one for your pokemon. The green haired man grabbed his order and was about to walk away when he noticed how you quickly retreated your hands from your sundaes. He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Here," he gently pushed you aside, "I got it." He grabbed tray to carry all your orders on.

"Thank you." You nodded.

"Hm," He hummed, staring down at you with his dark shades, "where are you sitting?"

Ritchie

"(P/O/C), can you set up the blanket over there please? Thank you." You smiled.

"And (P/O/C), can you carry this basket please. I'm afraid it's too heavy for me." You blushed sheepishly as another one of your pokemon carried the basket to where the other was.

"I'm sorry for having you guys do all this work for me. I'll give you guys some extra yummy food to make up for it, okay?" You got up from the river having just filtered your water to keep fresh and healthy for the remainder of your trip to the nearest town possible.

"Wow! This all looks great!" Someone shouted. You looked across the river and saw a boy about your age with a Pikachu on his shoulder. aww how cute! The pikachu had a little tuff of furr on his head!

"Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you. Its just that I saw some Pokemon and wanted to catch them but it looks like they are yours." He scratched his head.

"Oh no worries you didn't disturb me at all! Would you like to have lunch with us?" You gestured to all the food.

"If you don't mind." He smiled. The boy began to look around, "their must be a way over somehow." He spoke out loud. You stood up and quickly ran to a bush.

"Here!" You called out, "a bunch of kids from a small nearby village have things like these everywhere," the kid watched you pull out a long and sturdy plank of wood, "it's pretty convenient." You placed the plank over the river.

"Well I'd say!" He laughed. Him and his pikachu made it over the little makeshift bridge safely and quickly. "My names Ritchie." He held out his hand.

"(Y/N)." You shook his hand.

Gary

You sat in a burger restaurant eating your order with your little buddy, (P/O/C), sat across from you eating their pokepuff. A bell chimed signalling someone came into the restaurant. You curiously looked up and saw a boy around your age with a lot of teenage girls following behind him to the counter.

"Hey dude, check it out. Rich kid in a place like this? Seems weird don't you think?" You whispered to (P/O/C) as he cutely looked over the seat.

"Alright girls. Let's eat at this big table over here." The boy and his cheerleaders all walked over to a big table. Which was beside yours.

"Hey," You whispered to (P/O/C). He looked up at your from his pokepuff, icing bits on his furr.

"Let's get going." You whispered once more. You were about to get up when the boy from the other table stepped in front of you cautiously-trying not to be rude but eh, it's Gary.

"Excuse me miss. But I was wondering if I could get your name. I've seen you somewhere before but I just can't get my finger on who you are." He looked at you in thought.

You looked back down at your little companion, exchanging a similar thought on if you should tell him who you are. 'Mom always said don't talk to strangers.'

"(Y/N) Ketchum." So much for stranger danger. "I gotta go now, sorry. Bye." You walked passed the boy.

"She's a Ketchum!?" The boy exclaimed which startled his cheer squad.

Barry

"Alright so if this equals that then that mean this should be...ah!" You friend screamed as theywas trying to figure out a math problem. They want to be a pokemon scientist one day and math is often involved in science so they have to learn both subjects and be excellent at them.

"Um, (BFF/N), is there anything I can do to-eh!" You got cut off.

"You can help by shutting up! The math I was just trying to figure out! Ugh! It's left my brain forever!" She face cried.

"Ehh! I'm sorry!" You then got up to go grab yourselves some ice cream across the street to calm you both down.

"Ah!" You yelped as you were tackled to the ground.

"Ah! I'm late! I'm late! Hey stay out of my way-whoa..." You looked up and saw a blonde boy with orange eyes staring at you in awe. You could have sworn you seen him somewhere before.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should watch were I'm going." You groaned as you got up. The boy gulped and stood up quickly, a noticing pink hue dusting his face.

"Huh. Oh no! It's ok! I'm Barry by the way." Barry held out his hand. You grabbed it and stood up.

"Barry? Oh I've seen you on TV." You smile excitedly. You had to admit, watching the pokemon league on TV was quite fun. Especially whenever Barry was battling. He was just so cute! Of course you had a crush on him!

"Woah! Really?" His eyes lit up.

"Yeah! You lost 2 rounds in!" You mindlessly say.

"ugh." Barry falls to the ground.

"Barry?"

【As you've probably noticed, I try to keep a lot up to the readers decision. Like gender of your best friend, your pokemon, hometown ect. But in Paul's, I am writing that (Y/N) does indeed have a Togepi. Happy reading!】

Paul

You watched a boy your age with purple hair battle against your friend Ash with ease.

"Is that all? I should have expected at least a little bit of a challenge. Shame on me for thinking the weakest trainer can put up a fight with pokemon like that." He insulted.

"C'mon Ash! We're wasting our time! Let's just go." You heard your friend Dawn say. Ash looked like he was gonna get into a nasty fight with this 'Paul' guy. You took this as your cue to get going on your own solo adventure-seeing as you didn't travel with them or anyone else.

Your eyes casted to the boy who seemed to have too little patience in the world. "What are you looking at?" The purple haired boy glared at you-if it could somehow get even more harsh. It seemed he had a constant glare on his face.

"Hm. Oh! Um... nothing!" You stuttered out with a heavy blush, "Hey...Hey lets go Togepi." You turned around as your Togepi followed with his cute little 'Togepiiii'.

"What is that thing? It looks so... useless." Paul pulled out his Pokedex.

His comment caused you to turn around. He was too busy engrossed in his pokedex and trying to drown out Ash, Dawn, and Brock's voices. You hesitated but walked back to the boy so you were face to face.

"It's.. a Togepi." You said almost a little too quietly. Paul had just barely heard you. "and it's cute. And kind of scary." You looked down at the little guy running in circles chasing some butterfly pokemon.

"Sure it is." Paul rolled his eyes. "Do you have any other pokemon?" He crossed his arms.

"No." You shook your head.

"That's probably why." He pointed at Togepi before walking away without another word.

Trip

You walked around a city looking at all the cool colours, buildings, Pokemon shops, restaurants and all that other stuff. Your eyes sparkled up at everything you saw.

"Wow! Hey look at this (P/O/C)! Everything's so bright and beautiful and shiny!" You ran around some more, your pokemon right behind you, looking at everything in awe just like you.

Click!

You turned at the sound and saw a boy your age with a camera, facing a cute little cafe. You made eye contact and smiled, "What are you doing?"

The dirty blonde haired boy glanced at you, "Documenting my journey." He puts his camera away, "what are you doing?" He returned the question. He had probably expected you to take some hint and to leave him alone to his business but unfortunately for him, (Y/N) doesnt really work like that.

"I'm here for my next contest." Suddenly you had a bright idea, "if you don't mind, will you come watch?"

He blinked, "What? Why?" He looked almost offended by it. Like why would some random person just come along and ask him to take time away from his day to do that?

"So I can show my mom back home! We don't really have a tv to watch these things. Please! Just one picture! That's all I ask!" You beg.

"What's in it for me? I'm not just gonna do this for free you know-"

"I'll pay for your dinner tomorrow!"

He placed a hand on his hip, now smirking, "and with what money?"

"When I win the contest tomorrow, duh." You smiled.

The boy rolled his eyes, "Fine. Come find me at the pokemon center tomorrow. Then you can get your picture."

Their will be MORE CHARACTERS added - such as;

-Cilan

-Maxie

-Guzma

I will add them at a later date but if you wanna keep track of them + the others easier, this chapter is on Wattpad @/DigitalChito

It is also available on Quotev @/CodexChito however it is OUTDATED seeing as I am rewriting the scenarios so fair warning. Their is plenty of chapters on the Quotev book tho, with the inclusion of Drew from the Advanced Generation series!

Happy reading!!

[bloodonmysqueegee]

Some Emesis Blue AU doodles in between requests

this is from th post emesis blue au I made where medic and soldier run off after the funeral and try to not die, you can read about it here :3 or send me asks about it cuz its far from done

also zhannas design was made up on the spot. also i drew her from memory. help

[palletmeowthsblog]

Aura powers can feel emotions of people, so when ash trust someone they're good most of time even if deep inside

He keeps falling into team rocket tricks for sure, but something, that feeling, their aura tell him they're good.

[voyagerwisp]

Rocket rivals (Butch and Cassidy) centric longfic, now up in complete.

[Rated M, 100k words!!]

[thoughtfuldolia]

Kukui experienced many odd forms, but having a ditto for a muzzle made those days in captivity a special kind of miserable.

He thought he might be off the hook when his body gave the muzzle two mouths to choose between. He can be overly optimistic, or perhaps it’s sleep-deprived desperation for some semblance of comfort.

Why is he going through this? He still has no idea who did this to him and why. He loves his life right now.

[theangrycomet-art]

New Crossing Wires Chap!

[boredomincarnate16]

Remember seeing this Yo-Kai Watch x Pokémon (not in a shipping way, lol) fanfic, and one of the parts of it made me realize... Team Rocket has no way to counter Nate's Yo-Kai Watch. Sure, they can try capturing him, with seemingly no escape, but he can just summon Mirapo, Miradox, or Mircle to escape. They can't just steal his Yo-Kai Watch, since he already has a few other Yo-Kai Watches at his disposal, like how, in the comic, based on the Summoning Songs, he has the White Yo-Kai Watch and the Model U. And lastly, if they try kidnapping his Yo-Kai, he can just summon them with his watch. In short: The Yo-Kai Watch solos Team Rocket, lol. Oh right! Here's the fanfic, if you're interested!