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Don't worry, @myberrylove, I got you with the fanfic. (Fun fact, this is the second time I've written a fanfic based off of ya-chan's art, so this is a treat for me.)

The hand holding? Ash could get used to that. The smiles that were now underscored by rosy cheeks? No problem. The little whispers that the rest of the world would never be privy to, filled with words that scattered the Butterfree in his stomach in all directions? He could handle those in his sleep.

Kissing? Entirely different beast.

He'd managed to smooth-talk his way out of it enough times; "I'm not ready," "Don't you think it should be more romantic," or "I think Pikachu needs help eating all that ketchup"; the stereotypical deflection. To his credit, it was true that deep down, he felt ill-prepared for his first real kiss. However, deeper still was, in fact, the absolutely unbridled desire to completely disregard that cowardice and finally touch his lips to hers.

The problem was that her eyes were so. Incredibly. Gorgeous.

Green and blue swirled together in the prettiest whirlpool in her eyes. He'd stared her down hundreds of times throughout their journey, and practically imprinted their hue into his brain. That said, love had a funny way of taking the iris and giving it a shine and a warmth that made it a gaze-magnet for the one responsible for instilling that love.

As it turned out, Misty always gave him the look whenever she was expecting a kiss, and it was one that turned his legs (and brain cells) into jelly. Nerves went haywire and his heart began to beat like it wanted to escape his chest and go on its own journey. Battles and frantic situations had made him feel the same way in the past, but never with this intensity.

This time, though, he had a plan. Was it perfect? Hardly. Was Misty going to be equal parts angry and confused? Probably. Would he still manage to get a kiss in? Assuming nothing went wrong, more than likely.

Sort of.

He gave her hand a little squeeze as they walked, earning her attention. He offered her a grin, some semblance of a distraction from the monotonous pathway they walked along. The corners of her eyes crinkled and her lips curved to match his, gripping his fingers with equal affection.

It would've made for a perfect snapshot of intimacy, had they not forgotten they weren't alone.

"Pika pikaaa."

Resting atop Ash's shoulder, the teasing tone of Pikachu's small cry didn't go unnoticed, sending molten blood to the couple's faces. His voice caught Brock's attention, who turned around from his position of leading the group to smirk at them.

"Anything going on over here?"

"Nope, nothing at all, just walking. Right, Ash?"

"Yep, just walking, totally normal."

Their remarks did little to assuage Brock's cheeky expression, though it softened the slightest as he gestured towards the map. "It looks like there's a small stream coming up soon. We should stop there and take a break."

The prospect of lunch and a chance to rest their weary feet was enough for the couple to spur their pace. For Ash, however, it was also a chance to follow through with his plan; Brock would be tending to the food, and Pikachu, who was already in on Ash's idea, would allow the two some privacy.

The stream eventually came into view, and the group automatically tended to their usual jobs. Brock began preparing his ingredients, while Ash and Misty were in charge of acquiring clean water and anything else they might be able to scavenge from the clearing. In his elation he blitzed through scouring the area, and upon determining there was nothing useful for their travels, he waltzed over to Misty, who held a small pail underneath the stream.

"Hey, so, uh, Misty, could you come help me carry some stuff I found? Over there?"

Could he be any more obvious?

"I'm gonna carry this water back to Brock." She hefted the small bucket up, her eyes darting around the site. "Could Pikachu help you?"

"He's, y'know...searching the area to see if any dangerous Pokémon are around. I just need your help super quick."

She raised an eyebrow at him, pursing her lips. "Can I at least take this back over?"

Ash fidgeted with his hat, trying to quell his inner impatience by reminding himself that, oh yeah, he loved this girl, so he wouldn't dare snap at her. "Come on, it'll be really fast."

Misty rolled her eyes, but immediately lowered the water to the floor before offering both a smile and her hand. "This isn't you trying to be lazy again, right?"

"Nope, promise." He took her hand in his; it was soaked and slightly cool to the touch, but still soft all the same. With her in tow he weaved his way through some trees until he was certain they were out of sight and earshot from Brock.

He took a breath. He could do this.

"Hey, Mist?"

Ash was nothing if not tactful with that nickname; he'd only used it a small handful of times at this point, and he only did so when he was genuinely and sincerely trying to be romantic. It had a way of completely disarming Misty and softening the look in her eyes; he could practically see her heart skip a beat behind her gaze. Her thumb began to graze against his, a tender grin spreading across her face.

"Yeah, Ash?"

His free hand touched the back of his neck, acutely aware of the tiny hairs there standing on end. "Um...I know that whenever you try to kiss me, I get too freaked out, and so we haven't done it yet, but I was hoping I could try, I dunno, practicing?"

A small, sympathetic snort escaped her, though he sensed no teasing or malice behind it. Instead, a rosiness had bloomed on her cheeks as she took a tiny step closer to him. "I really do want to kiss you, too. If you want to practice, I'd like that. I haven't kissed anyone before, so I don't really know what I'm doing, either."

Ash nodded, giving her hand another gentle squeeze that she, like a reflex, returned. He bit his lip, torn between becoming absorbed by her gaze and avoiding it for the sake of his sanity. His breaths became shuddery as he began inching his face closer to hers.

He expected her to close her eyes; all of his limited experience with kissing led him to believe that people closed them before a kiss. Yet, Misty's gaze held firm, and that familiar twisting of his stomach returned. He swallowed, feeling his foot twitch; an impulsive attempt at stepping back.

As if by magic, Misty seemed to sense this, giving his hand another squeeze. "You can do it, Ash."

How often had he heard those very words from her in all his battles? Familiarity wafted through his mind, the manic thoughts slowing down and his anxiety faltering. "I never thought trying to kiss someone would feel this scary."

Misty huffed playfully, resting her free hand on his face. "Then here, let me help." And before she could allow him to process her words she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his other cheek.

Ash hadn't expected the sensation to be so soft or warm; her gentle exhale skimmed along his skin as she held her spot, though he heard the slightest smacking of lips as she pulled away. Her face's rosiness had evolved into a fiery red, though that did nothing to dissuade her from grinning like crazy.

"See, not that hard."

Ash chuckled; it was all he could do to keep his composure despite his elation and disbelief surging through every vein in his body. "Your face matches your hair."

"Your face looks like someone dumped red paint all over it."

He felt no compulsion to correct her; after all, considering how hot the air around him felt, she was probably right. Her gaze had gotten so soft; and yet, it served as an anchor for him. Despite the crazy emotions coursing through him, her viridian eyes kept him grounded, kept him reminded that she was the same Misty no matter what happened. Even if he somehow chickened out again, she'd love him and wait for him with a patience he'd never expected from her.

He followed her lead by resting his fingertips on her cheek; he could feel the heat radiating from them even with such a small touch. Almost instinctively she leaned her face against them, eventually resting her cheek into his palm.

"Your turn."

Right. His turn.

Why did her eyes have to be so. Insanely. Pretty?

He could just close his eyes like a normal person, but what if he missed? Misty probably wouldn't laugh at him (too hard), but he really did want his first kiss with her to be special. That was the whole point of this practice, to get over the nerves. If only he didn't have to see her eyes-

The quick thinking that had guided him during his countless battles came to him, as did the immediate thought of Misty, please don't get mad.

...then again, he'd dealt with angry Misty before, so he would probably live. Probably.

Wordlessly he pulled his cap from his head, admiring the quick blip of confusion in Misty's eyes before he planted the hat on her head.

"Ash! What are you-"

She didn't have to look at him, which made it infinitely easier to press a kiss against her cap-covered forehead.

He put enough pressure that he knew she felt it, and the small hitch in her breath matched the flutter in his chest. Sure, it wasn't really anything crazy, but here he was, kissing Misty. He almost couldn't believe he'd managed to push through every anxiety-wrought nerve in his body, but Misty lifting the bill of the cap to peer at him from underneath it became his main point of interest.

His heart couldn't decide between stopping and skipping when she smiled at him.

"I hope that wasn't too tough for you."

Ash pursed his lips and shrugged. "Don't worry, I'll only get better at it."

Misty leaned forward and kissed his cheek again; the corner of her mouth grazed the corner of his, and his heart yo-yo'd down into his stomach, ricocheting up into his throat before wobbling back into his chest.

"You better."

"I will, prom-"

"Ash, Misty, where are you guys, lunch is almost ready!"

Brock's voice carried itself through the air and trees, shattering the ending to their romantic moment. Misty cocked her head back towards the campsite. "Come on, let's go eat before Brock wonders what we were up to."

"Good idea, I'm starving." Ash reached over to grab his hat, but Misty held it down against her head, sticking her tongue out at him.

"I think I'll keep on wearing this until you can finally kiss me, Ash."

"Hey, that's not fair! Misty, wait up!"

The two beelined towards their friend, the accompanying meal, and a return to their normal routine. In their heads, however, a million daydreams were playing; Ash contemplating how he could find the sweetest way to get his hat back, and Misty wondering if she'd still be wearing it by the end of the day.

Deep down, she hoped not.

The drawing was supposed to be part of the pokeshipping week… I didn't have time to publish it, unfortunately. Yes, I know, the kiss on the hat theme isn't new, but it seemed nice to draw it.

Small proposal for those who like to write something, write a short dialogue or a mini story inspired by this drawing (in English, Spanish or Italian). Tag me and I will insert the link under the drawing. I'm always happy to read something about pokeshipping.

#pokeshipping #fanfiction #fanfic #Ash x Misty #SatoKasu #Pokemon #AAML #sykilik101

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I’ll call her A.

A was always the one who, for the past few years or so, would proof my stories for me; even now, I still think that anything I write isn’t nearly as good as it could be without her telling me what’s wrong, what could be better, all that jazz. She’s the one who I occasionally make posts about, talkin’ about missing her and hoping I’ll get to talk to her again someday. She was, and still is, very important to me.

Tonight I was doing some more writing, and as I skimmed over what I’d gotten done I started wondering what A would say about this most recent section, whether she’d change a word or say something doesn’t make sense. However, I suddenly read a sentence and immediately thought “I think I know what A would tell me to do here.” It was a decently small change, but I think it helped a lot in making the section more fluid.

It was a moment that also made me realize how much of an impact she’s had on me and my ability to write. It’s been over 3 months since we last talked, and even now I still miss her; I’ll sometimes go back and read through our DM history, trying to ingrain into myself the kind of advice she had and what writing wisdom she knew to impart onto me when I needed it. I’m glad that, even in her absence, I’ve been able to hold onto some of it, despite her not being immediately there.

Forgive my middle-of-the-night musings; I’m just still really, truly hoping I can talk to her again someday.

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Syk’s Snippets #10

So I saw some wonderful art from @suki90​ (out of respect, I won’t be showing it here), and it gave me a bit of inspiration, so I’ma just doodle something out and see what happens. Also, warning, this is a bit spicy (I think I kept it tasteful, though), so, y’know, be wary of reading this in public.

“One step at a time?”

Misty’s fingers tightened around the hem of her shirt, clad in only it and her panties as her cheeks matched her hair. “Yeah, one step at a time.

Ash had already stripped down to just his underwear, a gesture she greatly appreciated. Her thumbs caressed the fabric of her tanktop as she nibbled away at her bottom lip. She knew it was impossible for a heart to actually beat so powerfully that it could eject itself from one’s chest, but hers certainly felt like it was making an effort.

His smile was warm and comforting; sitting cross-legged on the bed, he rested his palms between his legs. Those hands, connected to arms that her eyes savored in a way she she no longer had to hide from him. She eased her shirt up a mere inch, and she watched the muscles in his forearm tighten, watched how his jaw clenched the tiniest bit. Despite all her nerves, she couldn’t say she didn’t enjoy getting this kind of reaction out of him.

“Misty, if you don’t want to, we don’t-”

“No, I do! I mean...” Her voice petered out into a small mumble, taking a small breath before exhaling in shudders. They’d gotten to this part already; assuming she could get her top off, it would be the third time Ash had seen her topless. She wasn’t sure at what point it would stop being so difficult, but maybe this next step, Ash actually laying a hand on her, would alleviate her nerves.

“Ash, you agree that I’m the prettiest girl ever, right?”

A flicker of surprise shone in Ash’s eyes, but was immediately replaced with jubilance and a hint of confidence. “Yeah, Mist, I don’t think there’s anyone prettier than you.”

A low timbre echoed from his voice, solid and warm, and it send a small shudder through her body. She swallowed and licked her lips; whatever magic his gaze was emitting was slowly working its way into every fiber of her being, and the anxiety was slowly morphing into excitement.

She could do this.

Letting go of her shirt, she sauntered onto the bed. Ash stretched his legs out, and Misty immediately straddled his lap, resting her palms on his shoulders.

“I can’t wait for this to be easy.”

Her newfound eagerness must’ve infused itself into her voice, because the way Ash’s eyes widened made her press her fingertips deeper into his skin. The promise of potential was thrilling to both of them, and it was enough for Misty to grip her hem once more and, with no hesitation, rip her top off.

The first time Misty had shown her bare chest to him, his eyes had immediately darted towards it. It had happened the second time she showed him, and so she wasn’t surprised when Ash remained consistent. This was infinitely closer than before, however; were she to inch forward, their chests would be touching, and Misty founding herself wondering how it would feel. Her hands had already explored how his skin there felt; what would it be like for Ash to pull her close, his body pressed against hers with nothing in-between?

“Misty? Can I?”

His fingers hovered over her waist; it was far from the first time he’d touched the skin there, even before they’d declared their love for one another, but this felt new, different. Even though she could see the smolder burning in his eyes, feel the effect she’d had on him as she sat atop his lap, he restrained himself. His respect for her pace made her heart flutter, and she knew she could trust him, just as she always had.

She nodded, and Ash wordlessly rested his hands on her hips. His fingers dug into her, and almost instinctively he pulled her down, the pressure eliciting a cross between a sigh and a moan from the two of them. He pressed his hips up into her, his body knowing what it craved even as he held himself back.

She knew he could see the same desire in her eyes.

Running her hands through his hair, he brought her mouth to his, and immediately his tongue managed to pry her lips open. Her fingers tightened around his hair, waves of lust crashing through her body as she began to grind against him. His arm snaked behind and up her back, his hand landing on her shoulder as he pulled her close.

She could feel his heartbeat. It matched the pulse of the rigid sign of his arousal she sat upon.

Ash planted one more wet kiss before easing back, his breathing heavy. “This isn’t- you’re okay with this, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, this is good, Ash. Really good.”

She returned her lips to his, savoring his hot exhales as the two tried (and failed) to balance the desire to taste each other’s tongues with their body’s need to breathe. Time seemed to have slowed down, and yet their bodies moved so quickly. Hands tentatively worked towards spots they’d never explored before, and the gasps and shudders that followed made the room more sweltering with each passing second.

“Hey, Ash?”

“Yeah?”

Her fingers walked to the waistband of his underwear, gently tugging it downward; not enough to remove them, but just enough to let Ash know that was her intention. His dilated eyes moved back and forth between hers, searching for approval, assurance, and whether this is what she really wanted. Her small exhale left her in shudders, and she softly nodded.

“I want more.”

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It’s been about 3ish months now since I last spoke with her.

Still hoping that I can talk to her again someday; at the very least, I wish I could tell her I miss her.

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It’s been about 2 months since I last talked to her.

Still hoping she’ll come back someday.

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Happy Little Accident

Colette watched Lloyd’s body skid along the ground before slamming against the side of a boulder. A pained cry joined the smattering of blood in escaping his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he collapsed to the dirt. He lay motionless for a moment, and fear gripped her before, with angelic eyes, she watched his body rise and fall. She wanted nothing more than to help him; every fiber of her being told her to ignore her exhausted muscles, ignore the pain, and to make sure he was alright.

The wyvern’s cry ripped her attention from him, and as her eyes went skywards the other wyverns screeched in tandem. The attack had been sudden; far stealthier than they were used to from the winged beasts. A large wyvern, likely the leader of the pack, led the group in its charge. None of their usual tactics worked against it; it fought with a speed and power that rivaled a full-grown dragon.

“Colette…get out of here…”

Lloyd’s voice was hoarse, strained as he’d somehow made his way to his feet. His legs trembled, his grip on his swords weakened. Around them, the rest of the party fared no better, all collapsed from varying degrees of damage. Raine had managed to sit up, though with the wyverns hanging above, she was in no position to safely tend to any of their injuries.

Colette pulled herself up, droplets of blood streaming from a gash in her arm down to the dirt. Her breathing was ragged; even with the angelic strength she’d been gifted with, near-lethal blows couldn’t heal right away. She scarcely had the energy to stand, let alone fight, but she had to do something.

She needed to do something, for the sake of everyone who’d kept her alive this long.

Her chakrams fell from her hands, hitting the ground with a dull thud. She weakly held out a hand, using the other to slowly, painfully, repeat a cross pattern across her chest as translucent power emanated around her.

“Thy faithful servant…asketh for thy blessing…” She knew the incantation; as the heavenly power had flowed into her upon releasing the third seal, the words had engraved themselves into her mind. She knew its power, knew that it could help her friends and empower them. She only needed a little more time, a few more precious seconds to complete it. “Honor us with the special…”

The wyvern leader’s screech, sharper than the rest, cut through the air and her words. Her attention was stolen as she watched it begin its descent, its talons outstretched as it beelined for a Lloyd who could only hold his swords out to defend himself.

The swords wouldn’t be enough. She knew he couldn’t survive the impact.

“No!”

Her blood-stained hand reached out towards him, her mind reeling as time seemed to slow down. She couldn’t finish this journey without him. She couldn’t lose him.

She wouldn’t-

Suddenly, the air seemed to brighten, a holy crackle snapping around her. The sigil underneath her, half-complete from her chant, suddenly began to morph into a design she’d never seen before. The previous slowing of time had increased; even as the sky suddenly began to darken, the world around her appeared as a standstill.

Then, a white ring formed around the sigil, not dissimilar to what would have appeared had her incantation been properly completed. It hovered, for a moment, before shooting outwards, and she could feel that the strength she’d tried to offer her friends was on its way.

And then, searing beams of light began bolting down from the sky.

She had performed this spell before; it was rare, as she could never shake the fear of the attack hurting the rest of the party. However, it hadn’t ever possessed such strength or speed. For a moment she recalled the parade of shooting stars she’d watched only a few nights ago; it was as if they had returned, slamming into the earth with enough force to decimate the ground.

Along with the wyverns.

With every hit their bodies were immediately vaporized, body sections flung through the air, their cries drowned out by the piercing light. The leader’s size was now its undoing, being nothing more than a bigger target for the attack. What felt like minutes was only a matter of seconds, and before Colette could finish processing what was happening, the beams stopped.

A small gust flew by, carrying on it the sound of distant leaves and a whistle from a gap between rocks. Colette stood motionless before Lloyd reappeared in her mind, quickly turning to see the look of shock on his face. Their eyes met, and deciding that her legs lacked the power to take her to him, she allowed her wings to do the job.

“Lloyd, are you okay?”

He almost immediately knelt down; she wasn’t sure if it was pain or shock, but his swords clattered to the floor as he released his grip on them. “Colette…what was…”

“I…I don’t know.” She took his hand in hers, trying to mentally piece together what that attack could’ve been. “I was trying to cast a spell, but then I messed up, and then…that happened.”

Lloyd managed to perch himself upright, leaning back against the boulder. “Well, whatever that was, you saved us.” His fingers tightened around her hand, a weary smile splayed across his lips. “Why don’t you go check on the others? The Professor looks like she could use some help.”

He gestured off to the distance, where Raine had begun tending to Zelos’s wounds. The Tethe’allan Chosen looked like he was trying to use the opportunity to woo her; Raine looked like she wanted to whack him across the face.

“Are you sure? You’re not too injured, right?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll feel better if I know everyone else is okay.”

She nodded, giving Lloyd’s hand one more squeeze before she fluttered to the rest of the party. As she helped tend to everyone, she couldn’t shake the attack out of her mind. She knew the others would have questions, but she had no answers to give. She almost wasn’t even sure she had been the one to do it. The sigil was different, and her incantation had failed. Perhaps it was her normal, blessed luck that had come through for her once again.

However, as she stole a glance at Lloyd, whose eyes were close as he held his hand to his stomach, a tiny smile pulled at her lips. Maybe she didn’t need an answer. All she needed was for those closest to her to be alright, and for the moment, they were.

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Just something small and quick I wanted to throw together, inspired by my current playthrough of Tales of Symphonia Remastered.

#Tales of Symphonia #Fanfiction #fanfic #Lloyd Irving #Colette Brunel

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Syk’s Snippets #9

So @suki90​ drew an absolutely LOVELY Pokeshipping piece that you can find here, and it got me wanting to do a really small snippet of what I kind of imagined when I saw this pic, so here we are.

She was looking at him again, he could feel it.

Ash’s chin rested in his palm, trying his best to appear calm, collected, patient. He’d watched dozens of people enter this ice cream shop from his seat, overheard at least seven discussions about what flavors people were interested in, and avoided the singular ice cream scoop that had fallen from a little boy’s cone. He rapped his finger against the table, his eyes glazed over as they stared at the clock before quickly flicking to the girl behind the counter.

She was looking at him again.

Please don’t ask again who I’m waiting for, he fervently telepathed to her as he turned to the doorway. "My date’s just a little late.” That was the excuse he’d given, and technically he wasn’t lying. Sort of, in that she wasn’t just a little late. Even Misty, as punctual as she’d grown up to be, had her bouts of tardiness, but she always showed up. Any minute now she’d come practically skipping through the entrance, offering an apology and glossing over how long she’d kept him waiting.

Any minute now.

Ash stood from his chair, feeling his cheeks redden as he beelined for the door. He got stood up. He imagined the thought flittering in the girl’s mind, pity weighing her voice from calling out to him; affirming that thought would only deepen the wound.

The doorway bell clinked as he stepped outside, greeted by a warm breeze and gentle rays from the sun. Summer was late to visit Cerulean City this year, and Ash had thought, you know who likes ice cream? Misty. You know who’d like to go on an ice cream date while the weather was this perfect? Misty.

You know who didn’t show up to the ice cream date? Misty.

He pulled his cap from his head, allowing the wind to weave its way through his hair. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his Rotom phone out, thumbing his way to Misty’s contact information. Realistically, he could just call her to see where she was at, but his stomach churned at the thought. He was no expert in romance, but something seemed tacky about ringing up your girlfriend and going “Hey, I’ve been waiting forever for our date, why haven’t you shown up?”

He returned his hat and phone to their resting places, almost wishing he’d brought Pikachu along, but his little friend had insisted he go alone. It was a date, he’d been able to translate, and Pikachu knew to leave the two of them to their privacy. The sentiment was appreciated, though the company could have alleviated some of his boredom.

He decided that looking for her would probably be a better use of his time, but as he turned to the side he caught sight of a head of red hair bounding towards him.

“Ash!”

In seconds Misty slowed to a halt, resting her palms on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. A beaded hairband held her usual side ponytail in place, which had grown long enough to fall to her shoulders. She donned a familiar pair of shorts -- and really, when was the last time he’d seen her in pants -- along with a sleeveless top over a v-neck.

As always, she was gorgeous.

“Where have you been? Did something happen?”

“I’m sorry, Ash, but this morning...Gyarados, it...”

Underneath the lingering exhaustion, worry colored her voice, and Ash’s heart skipped a beat. “Did something happen to Gyarados?”

“When I let it out for a swim this morning, it seemed really sick. It didn’t want to move or eat at all.” She finally regained her composure, and the look in her eyes immediately made him feel guilty for his frustrations at her delayed arrival. “I took it to the Pokémon Center, and then I remembered that we had our date today, so I hurried home to change and get ready and that took me a while and-”

Had he not pressed his finger to her mouth, she would’ve gone on and on forever with her explanation. He grinned at the slight furrowing of her eyebrows and the way her lips pursed. It was a gesture that would’ve gotten him slugged in their youth, but in their newly-achieved adulthood, she’d learned the level of care behind the way he silenced her.

“As long as Gyarados is okay, it’s fine.” He pulled his finger away, only to lean down and replace it with his own lips. She smiled against his mouth, spurring on his own, and his palms found her shoulders, where they remained until Ash decided he’d kissed her long enough.

“So? Ice cream time?”

She beamed up at him before wrapping her arms around his. “Yeah, let’s get going. I’m sure you were so bored waiting for me, though.”

“Me?” Ash waved a hand dismissively as he directed them to the ice cream shop door. “No way, I was the most patient guy in there!”

“You sure you weren’t the only guy in there?”

“Actually, I think I was.”

She giggled, eliciting a small leap from his heart. His hand found hers, interlacing their fingers together as he opened the door. The bell clinked once more, and the girl from before greeted them, a knowing and relieved look on her face. In an instant, he felt the same.

Ash Ketchum did not, in fact, get stood up.

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I’m SO over being sick. I just wanna write and make more Pokeshipping/Colloyd stuff; I need my body to stop wanting to kill me. ;_;

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Despite being exceedingly busy lately, I’ve been super inspired to write as well, so I’ve been carving out time late at night to get some done here and there.

The problem is, I’m having an existential crisis with my writing. It feels so hard to be satisfied with anything I write, and while I normally don’t like comparing myself to other writers (because I know I offer something they don’t, even if they might be more skilled), I can tell that’s partially what’s mentally blocking me right now. I’m thinking that certain words, sentences, or paragraphs are just “telling”, or wasting the reader’s time with story aspects that don’t actually matter. I can tell that once I get past this block, it’ll be a good thing; I know this block is a learning opportunity, but it’s gonna be difficult to overcome.

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Missing who? I mean about your latest post

A very, very near and dear friend of mine. For reasons that are too complicated and personal to put on Tumblr, her and I aren't able to talk right now, but every day I hope that someday I can talk to her again.

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It hasn’t even been a full month, and I’m still hella missing her.

The countdown to seeing her again doesn’t have an end date, but I’m counting anyway.

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When I tell you all I made some indescribable noise out of sheer joy when I saw this pic, understand that I'm putting that mildly. LOL IT'S SO CUTE!

Decided to contribute a small thing for the AAML Weekend Ayushi put together just because I can’t say no to participating in feel-good events for one of my childhood favorites. (My art tag can attest to that!) I wanted to show my thanks without getting elaborate since I was also pressed for time and didn’t have a lot of ideas to pull from.

Gonna miss this guy being our main eyes and ears for the show. It’s been a long time and some of us (myself included) have been through all 25 years of it, but I know he’ll be around. I’m sure they’ll have him pop in now and again when the time comes. He’ll always be a Pokemon Master in my eyes, and my favorite protagonist to boot. Thank you, Ash, for all the fun and adventure you’ve given us. ♥

[Personal and bittersweet text under the cut. Don’t read if you don’t want your mood to be brought down a bit. Nothing graphic, just sad sentimentality.]

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Me: “Alright, I finished the Tales of Symphonia Remastered fanfic, I can now get started on my other fics! I’m feeling motivated, this is gonna be great!”

Also me: -gets sick-

Fack.

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What’s the next bite you’re taking?

#3 makes the most sense #Eating 2 right away leaves you with a thin long piece that's hard to hold #And who in the world is picking 1

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Syk’s Snippets #8

“Good evening, everyone, I’m Darla Rowe, and welcome back to Cerulean Nightly News. Last week, we covered the highly prestigious Masters Eight Tournament, where Kanto’s own Ash Ketchum narrowly defeated Leon to become the new Monarch of the Pokémon world. The victory was considered by some to be quite the upset, as Leon was the previous Monarch while Ash entered the tournament as the 8th seed.

“Though we were unable to reach out to Ash after his victory, we now have an update that he is in Cerulean City as we speak, and local sources have informed us that he’s currently staying at the Cerulean Gym. Joining us now live at the gym is our local investigator Raine Coates, who claims that there might be more going on there than simple Pokémon business. Raine.”

“Yes, Darla, so for those who may not know, this isn’t Ash Ketchum’s first visit here in Cerulean City. Years ago, he once visited while on his journey to compete in the Indigo League, earning Cerulean Gym’s Cascade Badge during his stay. However, what many may not know is that the current acting gym leader, Misty, was once a traveling companion of Ash’s, having visited many other regions during her time with him.

“Many of the locals we interviewed described their interactions as friendly, albeit they’ve been sighted having random confrontations at a moment’s notice. One witness, however, claims to have seen Ash and Misty holding hands at one point during their stay. Though we have no evidence of this, this hasn’t stopped the city, and arguably the entirety of the Pokémon world, from speculating about their relationship.”

xxxxx

Ash held his face in his open hands, hoping to hide the red sear across his face as the newscast played. Misty sat beside him with her arms and legs crossed, a pout splayed across her lips as her cheeks shared Ash’s fluster.

“I told you we should’ve waited until we got back to the gym.”

“But I didn’t think anyone else was around! You didn’t see anyone else either, did you, Pikachu?”

The electric mouse, who’d nestled himself on the armrest of the couch, shrugged and shook his head. “Pika pika.”

“Some help you are.” Ash grabbed one of the couch pillows before burying his face into it.

Misty’s finger began tapping against her arm, her expression softening the slightest bit. “Well, I guess it was bound to come out at some point, right?”

Ash groaned into the pillow before chucking it back to its resting spot. “Well, yeah, but now the whole world's gonna know.”

“Ash, this is Cerulean City news, not the whole world. Besides…” Her reddened cheeks were slowly manifesting a new culprit for their tint. “It’s not like it’s a bad thing for everyone to know, right?”

“No, but…” Ash leaned back against the couch, twiddling his thumbs. “It’s kinda embarrassing when so many people know you’re dating someone, y’know?”

Misty glanced to the side; deep down, she agreed with him on that, her own mortification spilling out onto her face. “You shouldn’t have held my hand, then.”

“You’re the one who didn’t let go when I did.”

“You’re the one who said nobody would catch us!”

“If you thought it was a bad idea, why did you do it anyway?”

“Piii-ka!”

Threatening sparks jumped from Pikachu’s cheeks, silencing the two immediately. He hopped between them, taking Ash’s hand between his paws before hoisting it onto Misty’s. Ash’s fingers reflexively wrapped around hers, and he knew her well enough to know that she probably felt the same skipped heartbeat as he did.

“W-well, if people already know, at least we won’t have to hide it, right?”

Misty nodded. “Y-yeah, we can do this in public and it’s no big deal.”

“Yeah, no big deal.”

“Right.”

Truth be told, Ash himself was still adjusting to Misty being his girlfriend, and Misty still struggled to call him her boyfriend without her tongue ending up tangled. He’d hoped that he’d be able to take some time for just the two of them to acclimate to this change in their dynamic. Unfortunately, a newly-crowned Monarch apparently didn’t have the luxury of privacy.

Misty scooted closer to him, resting her head against his. The action sent a cluster of Butterfree fluttering through his stomach, and he moved his hand to rest on her shoulder. No one else but her could make him feel this way, and as the seconds ticked by the potential opinions of the rest of the world seemed to matter less and less.

“You know, maybe I don’t care if everyone knows that you make me this happy.”

Her gaze met his, though he didn’t hold it for long before she pressed her lips to his. It was only the third time since he’d first confessed his feelings to her, but the warmth surging through him made him feel weightless. His heart hammered in his chest and breathing was suddenly a suggestion rather than a basic need. She hummed against his lips and he went giddy, unable to stop himself from grinning.

“Pika pika.”

Pikachu’s voice snapped them apart, two sets of eyes landing on a now-blushing Pikachu. Ash turned to Misty, who looked to have the same expression as him. A second passed before the two erupted into giggles.

“If we can’t even do this in front of Pikachu, can we really do this in front of everyone else?”

Ash shook his head. “I guess we’ll just have to keep doing this in secret, huh?”

Misty rolled her eyes, though any scorn she might’ve felt was diluted by cuddling up against him harder. “Maybe for now. But hopefully not forever.”

Her second statement was much softer, her fingers finding each other and twisting into nervous knots. Ash planted a kiss against her temple, earning a small noise of contentment from her.

“Definitely not forever.”

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The AAML legend continues to feed us. <3

“Oh Crap!” - Pokeshipping [2023|01|22]

A tribute to Mezase Pokémon Master episode 02. Thank you so much, pokeani-/anipoke-team for making a little dream come true with having an Ash-and-Misty-only-episode. Words still can’t describe how happy you made me. It was a wonderful travel through time. <3 I really hope this picture reaches you some day with a big “Thank you / Arrigatou” by me. You did and still are doing an amazing job! Still sad, Psyduck didn’t have a space left on it. ;; *Twitter* *Animexx*

[sykilik101]

Without gettin’ too much into details, I’ve kinda been a bit heartbroken tonight. My desire to write has been basically wrecked, and I’m not sure what I’m gonna do going forward.

Maybe I’ll still write, but I now utterly lack the confidence to post anything. I guess we’ll see what happens.