#☆┊ rotom phone (interaction call)

[aetherceuse]

An exasperating day of meeting with shareholders and regional representatives always left Lusamine drained. It required a great deal of masking to manage these interactions— a perfectly practiced fake personality. The adoring, charismatic Lusamine Delacroix that so many people were captivated by. Her patient smile was always on her face during public appearances, and in interviews. Once the cameras were no longer broadcasting a livestream, paperwork was signed, and meetings came to an end with a firm handshake, the false persona was dropped, her expression and demeanor once more becoming flat, and cold.

A phone call with a professor from Hoenn had been especially draining. Birch was a brilliant scholar, but his jubilant demeanor was too reminiscent of one man that she already had to get rid of.

[ Audio suggestion: Ambiance + OST played simultaneously ]

In the evening hours, the Aether Paradise was quiet. The last of the employees had already clocked out and left their stations. Electronic hums and the white noise created by the air filtration systems were interrupted by Lusamine’s heels clacking against tile. Using her fingerprint to unlock a door, she slips into a quieter room, and locks it behind herself.

Ceiling to floor aquarium glass covered three out of four of the walls in the small study. When Lusamine did not want to be found in her presidential office, she often hid in here, where the lights were dimmer, and the sounds of deep water from behind the glass steadied her thoughts. She takes in a full breathe, and exhales, heavy, weary eyes staring at a large, aged Relicanth that mindlessly swims along the glass— eyes then moving over to watch the endlessly long tendrils dragging off of a passing Jellicent.

In these isolated spaces, away from humankind, she finds a semblance of truth and understanding. She finds beautiful things.

As she takes a few steps towards a lounge in the corner for her to sit in, Lusamine’s eyes catch something that the average person would not notice: a subtle distortion in front of the glass, similar to the waves produced by a heat mirage. And, just as she begins to zone in on it, the distortion shifts a few inches to the left.

Lusamine gives a tired, annoyed frown. It isn’t a curious face, no, it is a knowing one. She moves in, reaching down and putting her hand out—

“You should be asleep,” Lusamine states flatly.

Upon contact with her hand, the invisible interruption twitches and becomes seen— two large, sheepish green eyes framed by delicate blonde hair— diamond-shaped pupils staring upwards. Her cloaking skills still— needed work, and always failed when she was startled, or tense. An unexpected interaction with her mother always succeeded in making her nervous.

“— I uhm, I was,” the young girl speaks up, and she is cut short by the hand on her head being remove— instead, Lusamine holds her finger up, instructing the child to hush.

“Lillie,” Lusamine mutters in that same monotone voice, and the little girl turns her head down apologetically, mirroring her mothers usual habit of bringing her hands behind her back, wringing them, and tapping the floor with the tip of her toe. Lillie was only wearing socks, and her white pajamas.

The study could only be accessed via the fingerprint of either Lusamine, or one of her foundation managers. Lillie, logically speaking, must had snuck behind whoever had been in here last, and used her supernatural ability to conceal herself in order to evade being caught.

It was one of the many other budding talents that the young spawn of an Ultra Human possessed.

Normally, this is where Lusamine’s intrigue would be directed, but in this case, she is far too tired to ask Lillie questions about this incident.

A sigh, and she brings her hand to the child’s back, ushering her to the door. While doing so, Lusamine calls for Wicke to collect the girl; Wicke was always on speed dial on her Rotom Phone, and spent a great deal of time nannying Lillie, when the girl was not the subject of her mother’s studies and observations.

“Your cloaking capabilities have obviously improved since last time,” Lusamine utters, pinching the bridge of her nose and rubbing at her face some. Awaiting the child’s response, she continues to speak, “I will make arrangements for an appointment with your specialist.”

Not a word from Lillie, who wordlessly stood there, on the edge of a panic attack.

Such a low key interaction with her mother— yet she behaved as if something worse were to happen. The child is red in the face, eyes tearing up from anxiety. Eventually, Lusamine turns around, still expecting Lillie’s response, but no words come— the girl shakes her head a few times, pointing to her throat, and then brings her hands up to sign:

<< I was looking for you. >>

Lusamine pauses, and nods.

Right. Lillie had developed a habit of losing her voice when scared. This developed shortly after Mohn disappeared.

She lowers herself down some to meet Lillie’s face, and signs back:

<< You should not wander the building by yourself. >>

Lusamine shakes her head as well, and then points up to the ceiling. She, and Lillie, both look up, and stare at the camera pointed down at them. They then make eye contact with one another, and Lusamine continues.

<< I can see where you are. You are okay. Now you have to sleep. >>

Lillie stands still for a moment, and then nods a few times to agree, wiping her face with the sleeve of her pajamas. And then, naturally— she leans in and clings to her mother’s leg for comfort.

And Lusamine simply. . . Stands still, and stares down at the child.

She was just another controlled factor in the grand scheme of things.

Even when Lillie is a superior spawn to her older brother— even when she is a perfect recreation of Lusamine Delacroix’s own extraterrestrial DNA, the maternal drive to care, comfort and love, is simply not there.

She folds her hands behind her back, and awaits Wicke to collect the girl, breaking the eye contact and staring aimlessly down the hallway of sterile white.

—

Lillie Delacroix has been added to the interaction roster.

#⟣〈 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑇𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 〉In Character #;;Drabble #{ SURPRISE. }

[punk-rawk-pkmn]

HEEEEEEYYYYYYYY!!!!!

i'm aspen (He/Him), im a 17 year old farm hand at my grandparents' ranch in galar!(but i grew up in alola, ula'ula specifically :3)

dating @on-the--flipside . by the way. hes an asshole loser (affectionate)

always up to chat >:) if i start talking gibberish it means my rotom has fully decided to take control over my phone. sorry. (He does that)

I'm a resident lover of the following Pokémon types! Drumroll 🥁💥🥁💥🥁💥🥁💥

HORSE.

That is all. they are a poketype in my heart.

And heeeres a list of my mons!!

Gerard - Gengar

Hannibal - Zweilous

Beelzebub - Houndoom

Brutus - Mudsdale

Sisyphus - Mudsdale

Riot - Umbreon

Scout - Lucario

Ziggy Stardust - Galarian Zigzagoon

Rivet - Decidueye

And spectrier too i guess :/ the fuckin horse that chosen'd me for the sole purpose of calling me an idiot. his name is nightmare moon. yes from my little ponyta

(also the ones in orange are my mons from alola!!!)

but yeah, way more than 6, mostly because i live on the ranch and have no social life. im used to dealing with a lotta mons :)

//OOC!

Hey :) I'm Fish! he/xe. I'm actually 16, but I wanted my character to be an older teen so i aged him up a year :p. Likes and follows come from my main, @fishbraiinzz ! (i also actually have adhd irl so thats. my natural state of being)

Im filipino btw!! so my timezone is GMT+8. Also, Aspen is also meant to be filipino! he's just very light skinned. so like... please do not call him white 🙏

Im open to interacting with any and all kinds of pkmn irl accounts! Sentient pokemon included. Magic anons are also welcome! and anon hate because its funny. be so mean to him he deserves jt

Im open to any kind of plot if you dm me first, but keep in mind i dont consider this a high stakes blog so im very. unserious and goofy about it

Again, this account is all for fun, so go wild! asks always open :)

#pkmn irl #rotomblr

[pokemoncenter]

You can call me Sophora. I work at a Pokemon veterinary clinic in Unova. I’m here to vent, give unsolicited advice, and tell you people to take care of your Pokemon. Everyone I talk about will have their name changed, including myself. Just because you have Rotom phones now doesn’t mean you should forget basic internet security. 

Also, if you take your Pokemon to the Center when it needs a vet, I hate you, personally. Remember: Centers are for injury and battle-related issues, vets are where you go for regular checkups, health conditions, and if your Lilipup eats all your chocolate cookies because you were ignoring it again, Maple.

((OOC info below))

Player hasn’t done RP on tumblr before. Not really interested in the RPing real stuff, the blogging angle is the appeal here.

Player is 21+. Not interested in shippy or explicit stuff.

All posts will be tagged with ‘pkmn irl’ and ‘unreality’.

Intend to post mostly about things like Pokemon care, pokemon biology, and a few comments on other miscellaneous subjects as they come to mind.

This is one of the blogs with the premise of 'post as if pokemon are real'.

Not interested in really interacting with sapient/talking Pokemon, Sophora will assume they're kids making stuff up.

Sophora's pronouns are she/her, she's a grumpy vet working in Unova, and a former Team Plasma grunt. That part is secret, though.

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #unreality

[little-bag-boy-pokemon]

[ BZZZT! post loading. interference 90%... interference 60%….interference 30%. ]

[ LOAD COMPLETE BZZZTZT ]

rotomphone.exe loading…

Hello this is GLITCH the rotom BZZZT! I am a ROTOM in a PHONE. I found this PHONE on the GROUND and have POSSESSED it bzzzt.

I have a BOY with me BZZZT! However he is NOT an ordinary BOY. His name MONO. He does NEVER speak BZZZT! Only SHORT words. Like “HEY”. And like “OI”. Mostly as HE call attention. But I FINE with THAT, BZZZT! He can type, bzzzt, look:

[ t y p i n g . . . ]

hi , name is mono !

Yes! I not KNOW where from he COMES! BUT he can come IN and OUT of screen like ME! In fact I was possessing TV when suddenly boy leaped OUT of TV, BZZZT! And that is HOW I start FOLLOW him bzzzt. They came to Rotomblr because, uh, “ want find friend but scared actually talking ” , bzzzt.

(there they are! say hello, bzzzt!)

ALSO they have a BUNCH of SSSCCARRYYYYY POKÉMON WITH THEM BZZZT!! I no know HOW they came with but they appeared alongSIDE them, BZZZT!! i do not like them very much bzzzt…

(here is his trainer card! it was a bit hard to get one for him at first because of his SCARY pokémon but counter guy didn’t say much about it and we got it printed out BZZZT!)

Sorry for so many WORDS, bzzzt. We will now be out of your way, BZZZT!

(OOC UNDER CUT, PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING:)

hi! yes this is a faller blog for mono from little nightmares II!!

blog info!

please please PLEASE note the following:

mod and muse are BOTH minors so absolutely NO explicit asks

i am fairly new to the little nightmares fandom! so if i have any inaccuracies while roleplaying mono (his personality, his canon whatever) PLEASE TELL ME!! :D

highest stakes i am willing to get involved in is medium.

this will be a largely lighthearted blog, focusing on mono’s adventures and journeys through the pokémon world. but since well. it’s little nightmares. mandatory is the angst and sad is mandatory

mono is currently in KALOS, so any kalos muses PLEASE feel free to try and interact with him!! we can plot shenanigans or interactions in dms heeehee

interactions are NOT only limited to kalos muses!! any other muses not in kalos feel free to come interact, just that you’d have to find a reasonable way for our two muses to meet, that’s all.

i am open to ANY type of asks so as long as you keep it safe for minors and is not problematic. heck, feel free to send hate to the bean- if your muse has the heart to do so that is!

main blog is @robin-the-wanderer , PLEASE see there for DNI !!

blog warnings:

⚠️this blog may contain the following triggering topics⚠️:

descriptions / depictions of horror

descriptions / depictions of mild to moderate gore (i know little nightmares is very gore-ey but since this is a community that has a large proportion of CHILDREN i’ll tone down the gore a little.)

descriptions / depictions and memories of anxiety / trauma / near death experiences

descriptions / depictions of memory loss / amnesia / dereality / disassociation

SADNESS.

descriptions / depictions of violence

and that’s probably all! please do tell me if ya spot any more that needs to be mentioned here yeah, and i’ll add it asap!!

tags:

signal BEAM ! - any miscellaneous text posts, etc

reality WARP ? - major plot events

beep BLOOPERS ! - shenanigans and funny / wholesome stuff

a transMISSION ! - ask answers, etc

we are LIVE ! - any asks sent by this blog that have been answered

white NOISE ! - any OTHER stuff that is, in any acceptable way, related to this blog

#//putting tags here for easy navigation #signal BEAM ! #reality WARP ? #beep BLOOPERS ! #a transMISSION ! #we are LIVE ! #white NOISE ! #little nightmares #little nightmares mono #pokemon #pokemon irl #pokemon rp #pkmn rp #pkmn irl

[allthatglitterzz]

Heeeello there! Nice to meetcha! Call me Zinc. I’m a Gimmighoul hybrid!

ne/nym/nyr/nymself please! (or Gimmighoul will raid your house /silly /j /nsrs)

More things under the cut!

This is what I look like!

//Art by mun!

And here’s my trainer card. The guy on it looks nothing like me, but there’s not much I can do about that.

Oh, and, before you ask. Yes, I can talk to Pokémon.

My Pokémon sometimes get on here and post, here are their colours and tags:

#Leaf talks! - Leaf the Shinx, green (green) text

#Aster gently takes the Rotom Phone - Aster the Gimmighoul, purple (purple) text

#River steals the blog again - River the Gimmighoul, blue (blue) text

#Dusk the Zorua/Sprigatito - Dusk the Zorua/Sprigatito, yellow (yellow) text)

Oh! And my tag iz #allthatglitterzz

//okay now time for the OOC things

//I’m new to both Tumblr and Rotumblr, so please correct any mistakes!

//mun and muse are minors so anything overtly sexual will promptly send you to the blocked realm :)

//mun has autism, please be patient c:

//please ask before getting us involved in any high-stakes events!

//any person/character is free to interact with my character, however:

//dni if:

//homophobic

//racist

//transphobic

//sexist

//ableist

//+ all the other basic dni criteria

//magic anons: off

//Pelipper mail: on

//Times I’ve accidentally reblogged Warrior Cats art here: 3

#pinned post #pinned intro #rotomblr #rotumblr

[thatonecoolelectricguyvolkner]

Um…Hello! My name is Volkner. Gym leader of Sunyshore City gym in the Sinnoh Region. Nice to be here. My friend Flint introduced me to Rotumblr. This Rotom phone is new anyway, so why not use the best of it!

I use he/him pronouns…thanks.

My Pokémon:

Raichu ♂

Luxray ♂

Electivire ♂

Jolteon ♂

Lanturn ♂

(OOC: Some stuff about the person running this account! Please read :D)

I’m the runner of this account, I use they/them pronouns and you can use she/her, but I prefer they/them more. Call me Emerson!

This is a Pokémon Role-Play side blog. My main blog is @provolonepeaches!

I am a minor. Please, this isn’t a NSFW blog. So don’t send me that stuff. Ew. I do not mind interacting with adults. As long as you don’t do anything weird, we’re all good!

Also Volkner’s team is mainly his Pokémon platinum team. But that doesn’t mean it’s Pokémon platinum Volkner. (So you can ask him about his goofy diamond and pearl team).

If you don’t know, obviously I’m running the Volkner role play account. I’ll try to get his personality and mannerisms as correct as I can, but there’s no promises I’ll 100% get it all right.

I made this Pokémon Role-play for fun! I just wanted to join in the fun :)

Anyway, I feel like I should write more…but I can’t think of anything. So…have a nice day! Bye bye! :)

((OTHER STUFF ABOUT THIS BLOG))

Pelliper mail and all that stuff is welcomed here! :D

I would prefer no magic anons here <:)

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#volkner pokemon #gym leader volkner #pokémon #pokémon irl #pokémon rp #electric type pokemon #new rp

[airyairyaucontraire]

What I reckon would improve Pokémon Scarlet and Violet in addition to fixing the performance problems and visual glitches people (not me though) have been experiencing:

Revamp the cities so all the shops have proper interiors and so you can once again barge into strangers’ houses to look around and sometimes they give you a present

Things that look like things should actually be things. Like that Delibird Presents warehouse in the pottery town. That looks like it was meant to be the location of some kind of side quest or maybe a much more interesting gym test than the one you actually get there. It’s nothing. It’s the opposite of one of my favourite things about Breath of the Wild, that if you see a place that looks interesting, there’s almost always something to do or find there. The towns feel only half complete because of this. Same goes for the Team Star forts. They’re unnecessarily spacious and you can’t look into their tents/shacks and there are no meaningful interactions, as far as I can tell, with any of the loitering delinquents and it makes me really miss Po Town.

Put the clothing and accessory shops in an area together, not spread out around an unnecessarily large and empty-feeling town. And while we’re at it, why on earth did they split up the categories of garments and accessories into different shops? It only calls attention to how limited the selection is in each one. This wouldn’t matter so much if they would…

LET US BUY CLOTHES. Look, I know I’m a school student in this game, but why do I have to wear my uniform all day every day? Make it a postgame reward that you unlock real clothes shops! It’s your vacation now, you can wear whatever! And include some skirts and dresses for anyone who likes to wear them.

Voice acting for main characters and cut scenes (unnecessary for randoms with whom you have only short interactions)

Let us lock the minimap with north at the top, like the big map, because I hate it wiggling around

It would be nice if my trainer could jump, like just a little hop to get over the fallen logs in some of the woodland-like settings

Put something cool in that space round the back of the school castle

Minigame where you can braid Arven’s hair and put stupid little accessories in it which he grumpily tolerates

Make Pokémon hunting in the wild work like it did in Legends Arceus, I loved that

Bring back the box search system from Let’s Go!

Zoom controls for the Rotom phone camera

#pokemon sv

[pequenosol]

Alright!! I didn't have a lot of time to play yesterday, but I shall tell y'all what I did do!

(Censored for spoilers)

At the beginning of the game, you can customize your character however the heck you want, which is heckin' awesome!! I made them look as close to Thai as I could get ✨ I spent a lot of time doing this because my Switch controls are a little drifty, but I got it finished at last! I went downstairs to go say hi to my mom (there was no loading screen, which was cool) and then the Principle, (Clavel I think) came over and started talking words. Also, he uh- called me 'Master Thai' which was really weird to experience X"D I...I never expected anyone to call Thai that.

Him and my mom have a cup of tea, and I go upstairs to get my bag and very stupid looking hat that I am going to remove asap. Then I come back downstairs, Clavel says more words, then he takes me outside and lets out the three starter Pokemon for me to spend some time with as we walk over to this big house across the road. My mom gives me a Rotom Phone, and then we're off!

I didn't spend too much time interacting with the starters since I already knew which one I was gonna pick, so I just interacted with Fuecoco a couple times. Then when I get to the place, the starters run around and do stuff, and then Nemona shows up and is like "HI WILL YOU BE FRIEND???" To which I respond 'No' to because I'm playing as Thai and I'm trying to pick the options he most likely would. Nemona's just like, "Awwww, did I scare you a bit? I didn't mean to D:" And...no, she didn't really, Thai just doesn't want friends. Anyways, I then get to choose my starter!! I immediately pick Fuecoco and name them Cinnamon (they/them)!! After I chose them, it showed this little animation of them balancing on my arm- which. How is that even physically possible??? XD Yeah it looked a bit silly because Fuecoco is a round friend. Then after that, Nemona picks Sprigatito to join her team and challenges me to a battle down at the beach. I pick up a potion on the way there and then join her. She's about to send out one of her regular Pokèmon, which scares me for a split second, but then Clavel reminds her to go easy on me and she just sends out her Sprigatito, which I quickly destroy with a couple Embers to the face. Nemona's just like "GREAT JOB :D" and. REVEALS SHE'S OF THE CHAMPION RANK. Like. WHAT-

Um.. I'm a little scared of battling her in the future X"D

Anyways, Clavel tells her to take me under her wing, and she's like, "OKEY :D" and then runs off to teach me how to catch Pokèmon, which is where I left off. I will update y'all again today for more info when I get more time to play! ^^

#pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #story post

[a-tale-of-legends]

Night Call

Summary: Night terrors are a bitch.

Notes: Just wanted some hurt/comfort between Ramona and Arven. You can see their relationship however you want, I just care them. Also for the sake of my sanity, I'm just referring to Sada, since Scarlet was the first version I played.

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Ramona groaned as her Rotom phone rang in her ears, her peaceful slumber abruptly ending. She lazily reached over for her phone from her bed, squinting as the light hit her face, causing her already sour mood to sour even more. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she looks at the caller: Arven. The fuck is he calling for this late at night? Fucking hell.

Too upset to ignore, Ramona answers the call, rubbing her eye as she's about to give Arven a piece of her mind.

" What." She hisses out, her annoyance front and center. She was expecting some sort of rebuttal, a typical Arven quip if you will. She wasn't expecting to hear a choked sob on the other end of the call. Shit.

"S-sorry-" Arven starts, but Ramona cuts him off immediately.

"No!" she quickly responds, catching herself to lower her voice, since it's so late. Her previous tiredness and annoyance have evaporated completely, her body now on high alert, ready to move if needed.

" No, no, it's alright Arven," she clears her throat, ".... What's wrong, Arv?" she asks gently.

" I-" Arven doesn't finish, another sob replacing the words. Ramona can hear the soft whine of Mabosstiff from the speaker. That's good, at least. Whatever happened, at least Mabosstiff is able to help keep Arven relatively calm.

" Are you hurt?" Ramona redirects, and Arven sniffs.

" N-no....not physically,"

Ramona feels a wave of relief washed over her. Of course. Of course, he's not hurt, he's in his dorm with Mabosstiff. Of course....okay.

" Do you want me to come over?"

Silence. She hears Mabosstiff gruff a little, and if Ramona knew any better, the dog was giving his trainer a small nudge.

" .....You don't have to," Arven says softly, his voice still strained.

" Yeah, well I want to," Ramona tch's, a slight annoyance coming back, " But do you want me to?"

".... Yes please,"

Ramona smiles for the first time in this entire conversation.

"Okay. On my way,"

~~~~

Ramona knocks on Arven's door in three gentle raps. This is probably the most gentle she knocked on anyone's door since-

Nevermind.

The door opens slowly, Arven's frame coming into view. A full inch taller than her, yet he seems so small. His eyes are red, clear tear strains down his cheeks, with more tears threatening to fall. Behind him is Mabosstiff, eyeing his trainer carefully as if he's about to break.

" Hey there bud," Ramona says softly. She steps into the room as Arven moves aside. The vegetables and other fresh products always made Arven's room smell, well, fresh. The moon shone through the window, adding a pearly white glow to the dark room.

Ramona hears the door close as she walks to Arven's bed. She sits down, signaling him to come over,which he does. The two sit on the bed, Mabosstiff laying on the floor next to Arven's feet. Neither of them talk.

Ramona knows she's not the best at being comforting. She can hardly really take being comforted herself. She never really got that. Especially from her parents. Every interaction was a minefield,every action had to be precise ( three knocks, no more no less). Looking back, it was pretty pointless. Her parents were always angry with her anyway, regardless of what she did. So now, with Arven, what can she say? What does he need right now? How can she ask without sounding like an asshole? The best she can do is just think.

" I had a nightmare," Arven is the first to speak, one hand clenching the other. Ramona nods, immediately connecting the dots in her head.

"About Area Zero?"

" I...I guess? I just-" Arven's face scrunches up, a familiar frustration spreading across his face, " I thought I was over it, you know?! I went ahead and tried to understand who she used to be, and decided what I wanted to be in spite of that,and I thought I was done. No more living in their shadow o-or worrying about far off what ifs!"

" And then you had your nightmare," Ramona finishes. Arven's anger deflates, slouching down and burying his face in his hands.

" I just want it to be done. I have you guys now, I don't know why this keeps happening," he croaks.

Keeps happening? Has this happened before?

"..... You're allowed to grieve her, you know that right?"

Arven doesn't reply, only leaning on Ramona's shoulder,the side of his head touching hers.

"Arven?"

" Do you have nightmares? About....them,"

"Yeah," Ramona says coolly, choosing to ignore the blatant redirection of the conversation, " Not as much as I used to, though. Maybe cause I'm here and they're-" she waves her hand absentmindedly, " wherever the fuck they are.....still get scared they might come back,"

" None of us will allow them to touch you if they do,". Arven's statement is accompanied by a very soft ruff from Mabosstiff, even showing off his insanely sharp teeth. Ramona snorts despite feeling genuinely touched.

" Thanks," Ramona yawns, the fact that it's late at night finally catching up to her, " But seriously, you allowed to grieve her. It's not just a one and done deal,"

" I mean," she yawns again, " I grieve over my parents, despite them not deserving it,"

"....Really?"

"Mmhm," Ramona hums, the tiredness is really settling in now, " Sometime....I wish things were better,"

" Yeah....me too...," This time Arven yawns, which is then followed by Mabosstiff, causing the two teen chuckle.

" I guess that's our cue to get some sleep,huh." Ramona only hums as she scoots on Arven's bed, laying down on the soft sheets. Arven raises a brow at her.

" You're not going back to your dorm?"

" Are you going to carry me there?"

" No,"

" Then there's your answer,"

Arven rolls his eyes affectionately, leaning down the bed side to give Mabosstiff a good night scratch.

" Fine, fine. But you're helping with breakfast tomorrow,"

" Kaaay," Ramona yawns for the uptenth time, closing her eyes and Arven lays besides her.

" ....Thanks, by the way. And sorry for calling you so late,".

No response. Arven turns to see Ramona already fast asleep, causing him to chuckle.

" Night, R.B," he says, as he himself is lulled into a nightmare-less slumber.

#GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG #for me to write i mean. #anyway i hope you enjoy #oc: ramona beatriz luna #too shy to tag mr. sad boi #r writes

[inkinary]

I definitely want some more Three Musketeers! Gonna take all my lizard brain power to think of something at this late hour but I think I got a lil concept for you: the highs and lows of their friendship.

_Slight warning. We have a bit of name calling in this one folks._

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Today wasn't a great day.

Raihan scuffled down the street, his head tucked low in some average grey hoodie he had managed to pull from the depths of his closet. He glanced around the street, checking to make sure he hadn't attracted any attention. He didn't feel like dealing with fans today. He scoffed.

Like he had any left at this point.

He absently fumbled for his rotom phone, unlocking it without a thought as he pulled up his Pokenet feed. Some of his videos and photos were still on the main page, but most of his feed was dominated by his newest brand of torment.

Trainer Reviews.

He grimaced as he quickly flipped by the comments. Trainer Reviews was a new critic channel/blog on the net, dedicated to rating the strongest trainers of all regions based on a set win rate and power. Though skyrocketing in popularity seemingly overnight, the panel of "judges" from TR was known for their sarcastic comments, exposure of conspiracy, witty insults, and harsh critique.

Guess who happened to be their latest victim.

The Pokenet star's fingers stuttered as his gaze skimmed the comments, he could practically feel his mood getting worse with every word.

"Raihan's been Leon's rival for YEARS, and he STILL hasn't beat him. He doesn't seem to be able to beat anyone other than kids."

"lol riahaan trash."

"I challenged him once all he talked about was beating Leon. Like DUDE... I want to do my gym challenge PLZ."

"TR is right, this guy is kinda cringe. Like... get good man. You obvi arent good enough to beat your rival. Win rate trash. Youre bad"

"I used to really like Raihan... he seemed alright. Now, I'm not really so sure."

The dragon trainer forcefully turned off the phone, shoving his hands into his gym shorts. Haters he could take, he's had plenty of those, but it wasn't just that. His channel had plummeted. He was dropping followers by hundreds, tons of other creators were doing spinoff vids or posts practically digging up anything in his life they could to bash him.

Yeah.

Today wasn't a good day.

"Yo! Raihan!"

He let out a harsh sigh. Leon. running towards him with a cup of coffee and a bag of take-out.

He really didn't feel like it today.

He made himself smile, blatantly ignoring the looks around the street as he caught sight of his friend.

"Hey, Leon...what brings you to Hammerlocke?"

The chairman let out a soft laugh, falling into step beside him as he munched on a scone.

"Well, after my initial kidnapping last week, I thought it would be a good idea to stagger my workload a bit. Ya know, get out, see the region I'm working so hard on every day."

Raihan managed a huff of a laugh, rubbing a hand over his neck.

"You really could use it."

Leon gave him a contemplative look, studying him for a moment before turning his attention back to his surroundings.

"I was supposed to meet up with Piers at the Bulbasaur Bistro... But... ah.."

Raihan sighed.

"You got lost again didn't you."

The former champion flashed a sheepish smile, shrugging.

"I get turned around easy. Wanna come?"

"Will you even get there if I don't?"

"Yeah ok, fair."

Raihan slipped into the lead, keeping his head down as he weaved his way to the little cafe. His mind was a million miles away from wanting to interact socially right now, he couldn't even get his mind out of the loop of what if's and should I's.

The little industrial-age-style bistro was one of the lesser-known gems of Hammerlocke, it wasn't on the travel guides and the tourist lists, but all the natives knew this was one of the best spots in the region for chill food and conversation.

Both of which really didn't sound any good at all right now.

Leon stepped up and ordered them both a coffee (WHY did he need another?), paying the barista and making their way to the back of the Edison bulb-lit coffee shop. Piers was sitting at one of the metal tables in the back, casually sipping on a black earl grey and flipping through the latest trainer's magazine. He looked up with a muted smile, tossing his head at them.

"Oi! Ovah 'ere. 'Bout time ya showed up Leo. See ya broughta plus-one eh?"

Leon laughed, settling down in one of the empty seats.

"We bumped into each other while I was wondering around looking for this place. I did snag some scones on the way though."

The rockstar shot the chairman an incredulous look, his electric blue eyes gleaming.

"We've met 'ere for years, mate. 'Ow is it possible ya still cannae find it?"

Leon simply shrugged, munching on one of his scones and peeking over at Piers' magazine. The dark gym leader scooted it over to him, choosing instead to focus in on Raihan.

Great.

He slumped into his seat, pushing his hood down just enough to see both of his friends, but still leaving it up. Piers leaned forward, his bi-colored spiky bangs falling over one eye as he took a long draw from his tea.

"Wha's goin' on in ya 'ead there, mate?"

The Pokenet star pointedly looked away.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Leon looked up from his paper for a second, before looking back down.

"No phone. Wrong hoodie. He's upset."

Raihon shot him a glare.

Darn it Lee!

Piers simply shook his head.

"I can feel ya dissonant notes from across tha room, ya ain't singin' the same tune ya usually do. What's goin' on whit ya? Somthin' botherin' ya that we need ta talk about?"

Raihan took pride in being able to keep his face up.

He really did.

He kept a level head through Eternatus, he'd kept his spirits up his whole life as he lost time and time again to his best friend. He'd smiled during loss to a kid, he'd never cracked as he saw his entire home almost lost to someone he thought they all could trust. One thing after another, all carefully packed away, eating at the back of his mind until his heart almost burned with it.

And there was no more that could fit.

He growled, pushing himself up and glaring at the Rockstar. He couldn't help the snarl that etched itself across his face.

"I don't want to talk. I'm tired of every nosy trash scraping Slum sticking their noses into my business. I'm fed up trying to deal with all of this, so why don't you just BUTT OUT?!"

It was a low blow. He regretted it the minute he said it; he knew Piers was proud and sensitive about his home, but he couldn't bring himself to CARE. The change in his friend was instant. Piers stood up, his face never changing but his eyes burning with hurt and dark anger. He just stood there, his hands flexing and twitching forward, then stopping. He spun on his heel and left without a word; his silence worse than if he had screamed. In fact, Raihan almost wished he had.

Leon was standing (When did that happen?) His face a mix of confusion and shock.

"Rai... that was..."

"DON'T. Ok? Keep the coffee. I'm going home."

Raihan pulled up his hood again, pushing his way past his remaining friend to make a swift exit the opposite way Piers had left. The anger he had felt from before was quickly being replaced with shame and sadness, but he kept walking. It wasn't like he would make it any better if he went back.

He really was trash wasn't he?

The Pokenet star pulled his hood down as far as he could, feeling the eyes trail him as he made his way back to his castle.

He'd never felt so alone.

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(Reads prompt as 'Highs and lows')

(Promptly yeets the first bit in favor of ANGST)

ANDI! Welcome back! This was.... oof. This one was tough. Everyone hates it when the group starts fighting. Internet popularity is a hard thing, and I feel terrible for the things that YouTube Channels and other celebs have to deal with. Popularity is... yowch. I had planned to make it all better in the end, but alas time snuck up on me. 

 I DO have ideas for maybe a make-up-We’re-friends-again follow-up drabble if you want it, so if you do please let me know. (I'M SORRY ANDI YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS PAIN PLEASESAYYOUWANTJUSTICETHEYNEEDTOBEFRIENDS)

Thank you again!

-Embargo-

#Pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #gym leader piers #piers #raihan #gym leader raihan #leon #champion leon #three musketeers #pokemon fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #chairman leon #galar #Anon-Andi

[blueberry-ace]

Hi. Not giving out my name on here. I'm a second year at Blueberry Academy, Unova. I only joined this site to get updates on events happening at school. I don't plan to socialize much on here. Sorry. I prefer face to face interaction. (Not to mention the last time I was on here, people were pretty fucking rude.)

Don't think I need to prove I'm not a bot (because I guess you have to worry about that shit here). But I'm not one. If you're wondering.

That's it. Asks are on, but only because this app won't let me turn them off. 'Functional Social Media Platform' my ass.

Whatever. I'll let my phone finish setting this up for me.

[...Zzzzt! Automatic Account Startup Completed! Default Settingz Established.]

[Pelipper Mail: ON!]

[Musharna Mail (+ Malice): ON!]

[Magic Anons: OFF!]

[...Precautionary Measure: Two (2) Userz Have Been Blocked. Zzzzzt!]

//Howdy! "Mystery mod" here. Orrr Citru. Skrelp. Honeyloupe. Apollo. Etc. Really this is yet another BB blog that ties into the...two I already have. Yeesh. They're like one big unhappy family. BUT to avoid this weird cluster of blogs, none of them will interact! That's why Rotom blocked two users right off the bat hehe

Also! No NSFW! Ace is a minor. As am I.

Ace (as I'll call her here) is kind of a jerk! Shes got plenty of opinions, not all of them great. Really sorry in advance. Know that whatever she says does not reflect me, Mystery Mod! In fact I'll probably apologize endlessly in the notes akdjnash

Please tell me if I overstep or anything!!! Ace is blunt and a little rude, but she's not actively malicious. She's capable of being nice!! ...to people who are nice to her first, at least.

I also probably won't be active much on here. To really emulate the character, you know. This blog I'm thinking will be mostly reactionary if that makes sense?

BUT! Feel free to interact even still !! Ace may not prefer to socialize, but I sure do! Ask her about things, be mean, etc- but don't take it too far. If you think you're going too far with an insult, it'd really help me if you put a disclaimer at the end or something !! Just because me, the mod, hasssss anxiety :(

I will update this with more information as more things get revealed about Ace. If anything at all! I mean, she'd like to keep her anonymity, so....

Tis all. Farewell. Mystery Mod leaves forever now/silly

#rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #intro post

[ask-pokeprofvoid]

[Video log - Penny's first step to acceptance] ((Look at tags for TW!))

Vivianne is sitting with large Kevlar gloves on, behind her is a very nervous looking Penny, The gyarados obviously having been medically treated.

"Now, you may be wondering why I am wearing these gloves, its because today we will be doing some desensitisation training with Penny to try and get her used to me being around her and touching her. This is very important because she needs to have her wounds looked at often and as stated in a previous vlog..needs alot of love and care."

As she spoke she moved to lay on her stomach, the camera (most likely her rotom phone) zipping over so she could still be seen.

"Now, the way that works best for me, is laying down; its a sign of submission so the gyarados won't feel as threatened by me. I'm going to outstretch my hands and splay my fingers, kind of like a swana's feet so she can choose to sniff and approach, the last thing we want to do for this sweet girl is rush in to try and pet her because that will stress her out alot."

As Vivianne spoke, she outstretched her hands, Penny obviously becoming more defensive at the movement and snarling at her however; Vivianne remained calm and spoke in a very gentle voice.

"Its okay, You're okay, Sweetheart. I'm just laying here and I am no danger to you."

She kept repeating herself, being very kind to the Gyarados who slowly arched up, looking down at her before slowly leaning to sniff at Vivianne's hands.

"There we go, Sweet girl. See? Its okay."

Vivianne's voice was still gentle but obviously, the involuntary twitches that come from laying in such a position for such a long time spooked the Gyarados; Penny striking at her hand a few times and hissing loudly only for Vivianne to softly shush and coo at her.

"No, no..its okay. I know im a scary human. Its okay, sweet girl."

Penny stayed defensive a little longer, striking once again at Vivianne's gloves before giving up and mopeing under the water; Vivianne slowly moving away from Penny as she knew the Gyarados has had enough interaction.

"Many people would see these reactions from Penny and call her a violent Pokémon...the truth is, shes a scared and hurt pokemon that was in a cage for most of her life. This interaction was negative in some aspects but, she did approach me and gave a few sniffs which is a huge milestone in her recovery."

[Video End]

#tw shiny farm rescue #tw pokemon harm #tw pokemon abuse #tw pokemon neglect #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblr #ask void #long post #rotumblr

[penumbramewtwos]

An interaction between Okita and her Rotom-Phone in my 3rd chapter. I'm still heavily editing it all, I'm picky yet trying my fastest to keep up with my personal deadline, of before November ends.

[Context: Ai is Okita's mother, Amare is her Father... Okita had been crying prior to this event]

"ZZZT-IS IT OVER YET!? AI, AMARE?! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! SHE'S BEEN DIZZZMANTLING AGAIN! THE HORROR!-ZZZT!"

Feeling annoyed by her phones' outcry, Okita takes it out from the drawer and charging pod, "Ugh… I'm done working for tonight Rotom. You can stop being such a drama queen and open your eyes…"

"Zzzt-Wow! And you call me the 'Drama Queen', nice eyezzz! I didn't know the zzz-scientists that worked on you exacerbated water type ge- AHHH!!! THE HORROR!-Zzzt" Okita had turned Rotom around to show it her messy desk full of scattered computer chips and hardware bits.

"Quit while your ahead Rotom… I'm not in the mood…"

#mewtwo #rotom phone #fanfic #wip fanfiction

[celebrity-conductor-asks]

Perhaps we could get to know each other as friends? Now that we're on good terms?

(😇 anon)

⚔️: You… still wish to be friends? Even after all that happened?

🛡️: … Well, I think you two are on good terms now, so… why not?

⚔️: Eh. I suppose, sure. We can be friends as long as you don’t pull something that’ll annoy me.

🔽: Achievement: friendship

⚔️: Shut your mouth muppet.

🔼: Hm. You know, it’s not a bad thing to make friends. Since I heard you guys lack anything in that department as it is.

⚔️: I-I… Was it really necessary to call out our personal problems like that?

🔼: Oh. Right, I apologize!

🛡️: Eh… But in a way, we do sort of have SOME friends back in our home region.

🔽: What? Are you referring to the retired and new Champion of your region? And also that Rockstar Piers who’s looking after you both and that one Professor that one of you has a crush on.

⚔️: … I thought we promised we’d never speak of that again-

🔽: We didn’t promise anything.

⚔️: … Can we make a promise now?

🔽: No.

⚔️: … How did you even know all this? We never told you any of this, except mentioning Sonia here and there.

🔽: Your brother talks a lot.

⚔️: BROTHER-

🛡️: h e y -

🔽: Plus… I feel like those guys are your acquaintances, if anything. You at least interacted with each of them like, twice or something. And nothing more.

🛡️: Well… in some of those cases, sure. But not for Master Piers and Ms. Sonia. Granted, we’re not exactly close “chums” with them. It’s not like we go out every weekend to talk. But we do know each other. Master Piers watches over our behavior, and we help Ms. Sonia with her studies. Helping people we troubled was part of our punishment.

🔽: And what about that assistant?

⚔️: … Hop? He still doesn’t trust us-

🔽: No no, the other assistant. The one you used to mess with the Professor. What happened to her?

🛡️: Oh! Her…

⚔️: Hm… From what I heard, she's been helping people, like what we’re doing. Mostly helping with the Pokemon Day Care or that… muddy researcher with her fossils. But in the watch by ACTUAL authority, though. Not by Spiky head or… her.

🔼: … Alright, I’m glad it’s finally confirmed that we have two fugitives living with us on the subway. I’m calling the cops-

🛡️: Woah woah! I can assure you that we mean no harm or trouble! Spiky head and Ms. Sonia already know we’re here! We keep in touch with them via our Rotom Phones!

🔼: Hehe. I know. I’m just messing with you two. You already told me this before.

🛡️: Oh… right.

⚔️: … Plus, it’s not like calling the police will do any good. Even if we abandoned our throne, we’re still royalty by blood. We can quite literally make the police arrest YOU instead, just for looking at us funny.

🔼: … I’m aware. But now, answer this. What are you two doing here? Why are you here? And why are you staying?

🛡️: Well, there’s two answers for that. One being that this is for vacation purposes. To… you know, explore areas outside our region.

⚔️: … And second being for helping the Professor with her research of Pokemons that aren’t in Galar. Such as… Buizel, Zebstrika, Eelektross-

🔽: Wait, Eelektross isn't in your region?

⚔️: … No?

🔽: 

🔽: Your region sucks ass.

🔼: Emmet-

⚔️: … Anyway, she’s already doing her own research in the Crown Tundra. While Hop is in the Isle of Armor. As for us, we’re here in Unova to seek Pokemons that aren’t in Galar.

🛡️: … Basically, we’re here for both vacation and research reasons.

🔼: Okay, but why stay here on the subway with us? Shouldn't you royals be somewhere else that isn't a subway? Like... a rich hotel or something?

🔽: Because friendship-

⚔️: No-

🛡️: … It’s mostly because we have no idea on what we’re doing.

🔼: Alright, fair enough.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon black and white #ask #shielbert #sordward #emmet #kudari #ingo #nobori #subway bosses #subway masters

[behemothbash]

// yay, inbox time!! give this a like and i’ll send hop to your inbox with a lyric from a song spoofy decides to shuffle to

#// fluff? angst? you name it i've got it #// you can specify what kind of lyric if you want! #// multis you know what's up; pls specify muse! #// and yanno....... mutuals only but we know this already #☆┊ L E O N B A L L (ooc) #☆┊ rotom phone (interaction call) #☆┊ slack off (queue)

[pokemonswshfics]

Hi there! Could we get some angst that has Milo in it? It can be whatever you want! ^-^

hello! thank you so much for requesting ^-^, I didn't know whether it was '× reader' or not so I went with a Milo × reader! The prompt I decided is that Milo and the reader are getting frustrated with each other because of how different their lifestyles and priorities are, and they wonder if they're even compatible anymore. (they're not >_<) this is my first angst oneshot, i hope you have a nice read >:'D <3 !

Milo × Reader || Breakup Angst (Sfw)

You sat in the locker room, match about to start. You had a knot in your stomach and almost by the second, the pit in your stomach grew. Leon challenged you to a friendly match for entertainment but that wasn't why you were nervous.

Milo, your boyfriend, had promised to come watch your match as soon as he was done tending to his farmwork for the day. And on top of that, his gym was always busy, being the first one and all. He tried his best to make time for you but there had been a handful of disappointments or let downs when it came to plans. You were nervous he wouldn't show up.

And it didn't help that you two had been arguing a lot lately. Even over small things, like where to meet, or who certain friends were. Everything seemed to build up day after day.

"Excuse me, the pitch is ready." One of the referees called out to you by the doorway leading to the pitch.

"Oh okay! Thanks.." You said softly with a smile and got up, picking up your Poke balls and gloves. They were one of Milo's white pairs. You looked one last time to the doorway of the locker room silently praying it opened. With one final sigh, you headed to the pitch.

***

"That was awesome! You really gave us a good thrashing!" Leon said rather enthusiastically. He held Charizard's pokeball in one hand, ready to take them to the Pokemon center after your conversation.

The two of you stood outside Wyndon stadium, Leon was waiting for a flying taxi he had called. You hadn't called for one yet, and you didn't think you would for a while. The sun was setting and the dusk colored sky made you slightly calmer and more at ease.

"But..something seemed off. You didn't even look too happy when you finally dynamaxed your Pokemon."

"Hm? Oh! Yeah I'm fine, I was just kinda tired today." Your thoughts had already been elsewhere as soon as the match ended, Milo wasn't in the stands at any time during your match. The rotom phone in your bag was off on purpose, you didn't have the energy to interact with anyone really. "I'm fine, I think I might just go home."

"Mm, okay! But just text or call me if you need anything. Always here for ya." Leon playfully ruffled your hair as his flying taxi parked a few feet away from you two. He walked towards it before looking back at you, then to the sidewalk to your left. "Hey Milo!"

To your left, you could see your boyfriend walking up sheepishly. You turned, he had his hat off and looked upset as well.

Leon looked between you two and sensed the tension. "I'll uh...talk to you guys later." He quickly climbed in and in only a few moments, he was gone. Now leaving just you and Milo in silence.

"Why didn't you come? I was waiting for you." You said looking away from him and fidgeting with your hands.

"Buttercup, first I just wanna say I'm sorry. I really did wanna come but there were just so many fans outside the gym-" He tried to explain.

"Fans? You were with fans this whole time?" You cut him off abruptly and finally faced towards him completely. Your irritation grew slightly with Milo as you spoke. "I thought you were working on your farm.."

"I was! I finished but there were just so many people outside my gym today, really." He said sheepishly and put his hands in his pockets.

"Why didn't you just say 'thanks' or something and go?"

"What? That's rude, they're my fans." His eyebrows furrowed a little. "I love you buttercup, but I can't just push off the people that support me."

"I'm someone that supports you. You- nevermind. You're right." You huffed a little. You really didn't want to start a fight but you noticed a frown beginning to form on Milo's face.

"Are you genuinely upset about fans? I tried coming, and I couldn't. I'm sorry."

"This is like, the third time I've been pushed off this week by you Milo. I can understand if it's something really important but I really wanted you to come today-"

"You're acting like you haven't pushed me off either, I thought you'd understand about fans out of all people. The great Champion of Galar." He said almost snarky like. "You've pushed off coming with me to the farm multiple times too. And for battles like these, or just because you were in the wild area."

Your breath hitched as you realized he was right. "I go to the farm..sometimes."

"And battles! What's up with never wanting to battle me, even if it's just a playful one?" He asked with now almost sad eyes.

You didn't even bother to open your mouth to answer him. His pokemon were strong- when you initially fought him in the gym challenge. By now, you could probably take his entire team out with one of your own. And it didn't help that your pokemon knew a variety of moves, multiple fire and ice type ones.

"And you always say yes to a battle to Leon or Raihan or-" he suddenly stopped talking and his shoulders slightly slumped. "Do you..like them or something?"

The fact he would even question it surprised you. "What? No, I just..I'm okay battling them." You said quietly and looked away with a frown. "I don't have to explain why I battle them. It's my life and my battles."

"Tell me." His voice lowered in tones. He stepped aside so he would be in your view again. The slight irritation on his face was visible.

"I don't want to." You shook your head and crossed your arms. "I don't like them just because I battle them, I promise you that. I just..feel more comfortable battling them." You said rather quietly.

"More comfortable? What does that even mean?" He put his hands on his hips and you could see the realization on his face hit as he realized the real reason why you didn't want to battle him. "Do you think I'm weak?"

"No! No, no, no, no. I..don't know. I don't wanna hurt you or your Pokemon." You finally admitted. "That doesn't mean I have any less respect for you. I just don't want to hurt you."

"You do that more often then you think."

You were taken aback by his response and how quick it was. Now you were both upset and it was visible.

"How? Name one time-"

"You didn't want to come to the farm because it was a busy and hotter day. That's why hats exist. You battle people instead of me because you think I can't handle you. I can never count on you to be there either for important stuff. Being Champion changed you. And not in a good way!" Milo said harshly and only continued with a scowl on his face. "It never even feels like you're around anymore, you're always running around everywhere but places near me."

"If you're gonna be upset, then I have a right to be to. Ever since I became Champion, you've changed too! What even happened to you being this supportive, present boyfriend? It feels like you care for your Wooloo more then you do me!" You almost instantly replied now getting tears in your eyes from anger. "You're never at my matches, my interviews, and just-" You groaned out in frustration.

Milo's face got a light shade of red, but not the shy shade you were used to. It was a shade of frustration. Not the one you fell in love with. You fell in love with a soft, punctual, and happy man. The man standing in front of you was a complete stranger who just happened to be named Milo.

"If this is gonna happen, you can't put all the blame on me. You did some stuff that you would have added to the list, had I done it. You're far from the person I met during the gym challenge," His voice cracked and he looked away, his eyes shiny. "S-sorry. You just..you aren't the same. I don't know you at all, it's too difficult to have a conversation now that doesn't end in us like this."

You tried blinking tears away as quickly as you could. "What do you even mean? I'm literally trying to work this out with you right now, you're being difficult."

"We're grown adults, just admit you're the one being difficult! You're the one who started brushing me off when you became Champion, and you're the one who acts like a child when stuff like this happens."

You bit your lip and crossed your arms. Whatever was said right now is permanent, you thought to yourself. "I don't act like a child. I'm just busier with actual important things!" Your voice was now on the volume same as his, and you had no intention of lowering it. "You get fans bombarding you once and think it's a valid reason to miss something important!"

"You're doing it again! You don't want to take blame ever, something a CHILD would do. I'm so sick of your mindset and how you act when things don't go right." He said and wiped his eyes, it was obvious he was about to cry as well.

Tears fell over the sides of your cheeks and you asked, "You're honestly sick of me? Really?"

"Of how you act..I'm sick of how we act when we're together now." He said softly and finally made eye contact with you. The tension between you in the air right now was so sharp, it could practically be grabbed and used to cut something. This was a different argument between you two.

Or it was about to be.

"You should have said that earlier." You shakily said with your voice beginning to break. Your hands slipped off his gloves quickly and frantically just to get them off. "If you're so sick of me, like I am of you," you added on the being sick of him by instinct. You weren't sick of him at all, and you already regretted most of what you said to him right now. But it was too late to turn back. "I"ll leave you alone."

You threw the gloves to his feet, both mad as ever. You couldn't tell if you were more upset or hurt because of Milo, and you didn't want to figure it out in front of him.

"We're done, Milo." With a step back, you watched as his face turned from hurt to shocked to a mixture of both. "Have fun having all the time in the world for whatever you wanna do! I won't be apart of it."

He crouched slightly to pick up the gloves silently. "Fine. Have fun being Galar's great champion that can't even.." He scoffed and looked away again while standing back up slowly. "I don't know."

You stood still there for a few more seconds and just stared at him. It was truly nice, before. When you first met him it was as if the world got brighter by the day. He was so sweet, and always made time for you. You were one of his main priorities and it felt like it. Before you both had issues left and right, having and being with Milo was like an escape from the real world. He was there to comfort you after matches you failed.

He was perfect.

And he was no longer yours.

"Whatever." You hiccuped out and turned around and took out your own gloves from your hand to put them on. Another look at Milo's face wasn't bareable, and you heard him sigh quietly.

It wasn't your problem anymore, and with one last "Bye, Milo." you headed to the wild area, solely because it was the last place he would go.

#pokemon #pokemon shield #gym leaders #headcanons #pokemon gym leader #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword milo #milo x reader #milo swsh #milo pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon fanfiction