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yamujiburo · 4 months
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His tones were off
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dentarthurdent · 6 months
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games vs anime ; local old man cannot stop pitting children against each other
whats his deal? between this & pokespe oak knowingly using a bird against an 11 yo girl who's afraid of birds from bird-related trauma im beginning to suspect he just secretly hates kids
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kandycats-art · 11 months
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Based on @yamujiburo girlfriend's headcanon about Professor Oak
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ashxketchum · 1 year
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1997-2023
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retrogamingblog2 · 1 year
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The Pokemon Professors as Route 1 Normal Types
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itwasntmepromise · 11 months
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Sorry @yamujiburo but this came to mind and I couldn't resist. Lol
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pokeficdaily · 7 months
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DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?
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yamujiburo · 9 months
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James Sidestory / Meowth Sidestory
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BONUS:
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xxtc-96xx · 1 year
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I'm sure Newt will absolutely go for that, Huey
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pokemon-ash-aus · 1 year
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After an unsuccessful week trip, Damien and Delia are back with their… boys?
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anonbeadraws · 20 days
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illustration commission for @drohkido of The good Professor Oak in his younger travelling days, with his grandson and a certain god of time for company!🍃 🍃Commission info here🍃
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ashxketchum · 1 year
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MEZASE POKEMON MASTER - FINALE
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cyberwulf · 10 months
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Jamie is a Shameless Flirt, pt 2
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James took a deep breath and let it out slow, then lifted the videophone receiver and slowly punched in Professor Oak’s number.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“James!” The professor greeted him with a smile. “I was hoping you might call.”
“…Professor Oak.”
“I told you, call me Sam, please,” the older man chuckled. Behind him, Meowth leaped gracefully up on the laboratory bench and glowered in James’ direction.
“…Professor,” James replied. He launched into the speech he’d rehearsed after Meowth outlined all the reasons dating the man was a bad idea that guaranteed a bunch of wacky shenanigans everyone could do without. “Listen – I was a teeny bit sloshed, and I was in drag, and Jamie’s just a character I like to have fun with, so –”
“…Oh.” He winced at Professor Oak’s disappointed look. “Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping to get to know you better over dinner…”
James forced a laugh. “Well, there’s only one place in town, and I work there…”
“I was thinking more along the lines of Viridian City,” Professor Oak continued. James straightened at that. Dinner someplace fancy? Behind the professor, Meowth frowned and shook his head furiously at him. “But since you aren’t interested…”
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“Are you out of your mind?”
Jessie pulled a face at him across the kitchen table. “Professor Twerp? Isn’t he a grandpa?”
“Sam is a gentleman who sees a lady home safely,” James retorted haughtily, taking a sip of coffee. He arched his eyebrow and gave her a sidelong glance. “Unlike certain rude little boys who unceremoniously eject their guests because they can’t control themselves.”
Jessie turned bright red. “You were the one who made her all sexy!” she hissed. She crossed her arms and scowled. “I can’t believe you’re going through with this. You can’t possibly like him.”
“I don’t have to like him,” James shot back. “He’s taking me to dinner, Jess. I’m going somewhere nice to eat a meal I didn’t cook.” He nodded at her girlfriend, currently folding laundry on the countertop. “Delia knows what I mean.”
“Yeah, where’s he taking you, the Early Bird Special?” Jessie asked sarcastically. “I will bet you ten – no, I’ll bet you twenty Pokébucks you’re home by eight with a cup of hot cocoa.”
“I’ll happily take twenty dollars of your student loan money,” James laughed. “Have it ready next Saturday morning.”
“Jessie? Sweetie?”
Both former Team Rocket members looked up. Delia hadn’t turned around, and when she next spoke, her voice was strangely flat.
“Could you take these clean clothes upstairs for me? I’d like to speak to James alone.”
Jessie and James exchanged glances before Jessie rose and took the basket of laundry out of the room. Once she was gone, Delia turned, leaning back against the counter as she crossed her arms.
“I don’t care what Jamie did after a few glasses of wine,” she said quietly. “And we did kick you out so that we could…” She nodded at the ceiling. “…you know. But if this is just a big joke to you, don’t do it. Samuel Oak is a dear friend of mine, and he’s very important to Ash.” She shook her head at him slightly, her expression putting ice in his veins. “Don’t play with his heart.”
“Delia – I –” James swallowed and had another sip of coffee – his mouth had gone dry all of a sudden. “Look, all that with Jessie…” He wilted under her steely gaze. “Look, I was going to tell him I wasn’t interested, but he wants to take me out. No one ever wants to take me out.” He gazed into his mug. “I know the three of us have wine nights, and now and then we all go dancing, but sometimes I feel…”
He risked looking at her. Delia’s expression had softened slightly, and she was nodding.
“I understand,” she answered. “But – I mean it, James. I’d never look at you the same way if you were cruel to him.”
“I won’t, I promise!” James insisted. “He was nice to me. I’m not mean to people who are nice to me.” Getting up, he crossed the room and placed his arms gently on her shoulders. “And you know that I’d never want to do anything to jeopardise our friendship, Delia.”
Delia let out a sigh. Finally, she smiled up at him. “Okay. I trust you.”
James nodded. “You’ll see. By this time next week, I’ll have had a free – but boring – dinner, Jessie’ll have an extra twenty Pokédollars, Professor Oak will be thoroughly disillusioned, and everything will be back to normal.”
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Meowth scowled as his human housemate tried on various combinations of shirts and pants, fretting over which ones looked best. “Thought you was only doing this for the free dinner?”
James cast him a sour look. “Excuse me for wanting to look nice in front of your boss.” He settled on a pair of chinos and a white shirt.
“Yeah, he is my boss,” Meowth growled, “and I gotta look him in the eye Monday morning, so no funny business.” James rolled his eyes and applied some cologne. Meowth sneezed as it wafted his way. The doorbell rang and James flinched.
“Get that, will you?” he said, a note of panic in his voice. “I haven’t even decided what shoes to wear!”
Grumbling under his breath, Meowth trudged to the front door, jumped up on the end table, and tugged on the handle.
“Hey there, Prof,” he mumbled, moving to let the older man in. He gestured through to the den. “Have a seat. His Majesty’ll be right out.”
“Thank you, Meowth.” The professor settled himself on the couch, laying the bouquet of flowers he’d brought carefully on the coffee table. He plucked a comb from the pocket of his sport coat and ran it through his hair. Meowth slunk into the den and eyed him suspiciously from behind the armchair. He didn’t like the flowers or the sport coat or the black shirt which looked kinda tight on the prof but in a flattering way. And here he’d done everything he could to try and stop any shenanigans from shenaniganing.
His ears twitched at the sound of a door opening and closing down the hall.
“Yoo-hoo.”
Professor Oak stood up, taking the bouquet with him. James stepped into the den, leather jacket slung over one shoulder.
“Well!” The professor looked up at him. “You certainly look handsome.” He looked down at the flowers. “I, er, I wasn’t sure who I’d be taking to dinner…but I suppose these are for you.”
“Ooh.” James giggled and Meowth frowned. “Oh, these are expensive.” He blushed. “Sam, you shouldn’t have.” He turned to the surly Scratch-Cat. “Meowth, be a dear and put these in some water, will you?”
With a growl, Meowth snatched the flowers out of James’ grasp.
“Shall we?” Professor Oak asked, offering James his arm.
“Let’s,” James answered. He petted Meowth roughly on the head. “Don’t wait up now!”
Meowth followed them to the entrance, frowning again as the professor opened James’ door for him. “I ain’t never gonna sleep tonight.”
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“Thanks for coming, honey.” Delia glanced up anxiously at the clock again. It was almost time to open up, and there was still no sign of James.
“Oh I’m not missing this,” Jessie replied with a smirk. “I want my twenty bucks.”
“If James doesn’t show up soon, I’m going to need you to be a server,” Delia warned. “I’ll have to do all the cooking.”
“I dunno what to tell ya, Delia,” Meowth remarked from the counter. He had another mouthful of milk. “He was at home this morning and he left before I did.”
The back door flew open.
“Sorry I’m late!” James called. He snatched his apron from its peg and put it on. “Let me just get ready –”
As he made for the kitchen, Jessie leaned over and hooked him by the collar. “Hold it right there, mister. We all want to know how your date went.”
A dreamy look came over James’ face.
“Oh it was a magical evening,” he drawled, resting his chin in his hand. “He took me to this swanky Kalosian restaurant, and then we went for a walk in the park. And then we drove down to Route 21, and the moonlight was shining on the water…”
“Aww…”
Delia glanced at Jessie. She was mirroring her former team-mate’s posture, a goofy smile on her face. Note to self – take Jessie to Route 21 after sunset. Dressed as guy(?)
James pushed himself off the counter and began to saunter back and forth. “And we just talked and talked and talked…”
“Yeah, what about?” Meowth asked sourly.
“Poetry,” James retorted good-naturedly. “And Grass-types. And overly affectionate Pokémon. And Ash.” He scratched the cat behind his ears. “And you.” He crossed his arms and shot Jessie a smug look. “And you owe me twenty Pokédollars, because I didn’t get home till after midnight. No hot cocoa involved.”
Jessie looked to Meowth for confirmation. The cat shrugged.
“I hate to say it, but he’s right,” he declared. “Pay the man, Jess.”
“You know, I’m not even mad,” Jessie chuckled, reaching for her purse. A teasing note entered her voice as she handed over the cash. “You’re sweet on a grandpa.”
James giggled. “You know, I think I am,” he admitted. “Did I tell you he brought me flowers?”
“Midnight’s not so late,” Delia remarked. She arched an eyebrow at James, her smile belying her serious boss act. “So why are you, Mr. Sasaki? Explain yourself.”
“Oh, I had to drop Sam’s jeep back to the corral,” James replied. “I wound up driving him home.” He looked away coyly. “He wasn’t really in any shape to.”
“Really?” Delia asked in surprise. “That’s not like him.” She chuckled. “I suppose it has been a while since he had a night out, he probably doesn’t know his limits anymore.”
Delia – as most people would, in her position – assumed that the blank look which appeared on James’ face was just one of his many himbo moments. Jessie and Meowth, on the other hand, understood loud and clear, with the latter just managing not to spit milk across the restaurant.
“Oh – yes,” James laughed nervously. “We brought a bottle of wine with us to Route 21 and he had a few too many. That, that is definitely what happened.” He looked past her at the clock. “Is that the time, I’d better get in that kitchen!”
Delia turned to look, jumped a little at the time, and quickly headed to the front door to open up. Behind her, Jessie and Meowth exchanged a wordless glance.
So much for looking the prof in the eye come Monday morning.
We are never telling her.
@yamujiburo
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inbarfink · 6 months
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