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â—™ you and me bby
// no
â—™ Whitney + PRYCE HELL YEA
Definitely not.
â—™ You and Mortyyy
// Yup, and it makes me sad that the ship is so underrated.
Send me a â—™ with a character and my muse and I'll tell you if I ship it.
Or if you want to rp with me
Sound fun?
updated my headcanons and relationships page if anyone is interesteddd
Curiosity || Whitney & Morty (AU)
Daycare is probably Whitney's favorite thing ever. The six year old loved playing with the other kids and toys. She's a very bubbly and demanding girl. If something didn't go Whitney's way then things would end in her throwing a tantrum until whatever she pleased was given to her. Whitney loves to talk. She always has something to say about everything and was the type of kid to ask questions about everything. You can't blame her. She's just a curious kid.
Most kids thought of Whitney as fun to be around because of her outgoing personality. Aside from the demanding part of her attitude she's a genuinely sweet girl who's open to anyone and everything. If someone didn't like the pinkette then well, that's their problem. Not hers. Whitney wasn't going to change her ways for anyone simply because their opinion didn't matter.
There's this boy that has caught Whitney's eyes for a while now. His name is Morty and he's considered one of the "big" kids, so Whitney automatically looked up to him, though the girl has only talked to him maybe once or twice. Morty never was around the other kids. He usually sat alone and talked to someone even though no one was there. There's rumors going around that the blonde-headed boy could see and communicate with ghosts but Whitney wasn't going to believe it until she sees it.Â
Whitney never questioned why Morty always isolated himself from the other kids, but that was going to change today. Her curiosity got the best of her and before she knew it, the girl was walking towards Morty's way.
"Why are you alone?" the younger one asked, sitting down next to the mysterious boy, "don't you like to play with everyone else? And is it true that you can talk to ghosts?"
|| Whitney & Morty ||
The sight of Whitney smiling brightly at the friendly gesture made his own widen a tad more. He always gave this to her whenever he wanted to perk her up. In a way, it reminded him of an older brother giving platonic affection towards a younger sister. Though he liked being an only child - it sparked during the later parts of his life. His childhood was less than preferable - sometimes, it felt nice to have someone he could at least look as a part of the family.
"Alright, if you insist…" Even if the way she spoke it hinted that she was apologetic, the eagerness to resume watching the adorable Pokemon displaying their natural charm heightened by man made glamour sort of ruined it. Nothing could grab her full undying attention more than a Pokemon Contest. Though not something he’d watch on his own, Morty was more than happy to tag alone with someone to one if they asked for his company.
A big pushover, around his friends at least.
As Whitney continued to be awed by no doubt the greatest Pokemon species to have ever set foot on this planet (in her eyes anyway), the Ghost-user tried to ignore his weary body’s demand for some rest. A small sigh escaped his lips as he rotated some stiff joints. His decision for pushing through this might be a bad idea but hey, at the moment, if Whitney’s happy, that was all that matters.
"Aren’t Normal-types just precious?" The blonde hummed lightly at that, agreeing just a tad bit. To him, Ghost-types would always be his favorite and preferred type since mischievousness coursed through this translucent bodies, a trait that he inherited from them. The pair always had silly arguments about each types which usually ended up with them grabbing an ice cream cone.
"Do you want to go do something else? I’m done watching the contest." The contest ended already? How far deep did his thoughts submerged? Blinking, Morty tried to think up of something that the both of them could enjoy. The way his throat felt sore helped him come up with an idea fairly quickly.
"Maybe we can go grab some ice-cream? I think I remember seeing a cart near the entrance of the park," he suggested.
"Maybe we can go grab some ice-cream? I think I remember seeing a cart near the entrance of the park." The weather was pretty hot today. Not a single cloud in the sky. It's no doubt Whitney's favorite type of weather; her clothes consisting of shorts and short-sleeved shirts and ready for summer.Â
"Sure! There's always time for ice-cream," she beamed, having a not-so-secret passion for sweet treats. Honestly Whitney is surprised she's not over-weight even after eating a bunch of baked goods, but she's grateful too.
It's obvious Morty wasn't feeling well, from the way he's trying to stifle coughs to suggesting ice-cream, which happens to soothe sore throats. It's often that the blonde gets sick and Whitney just doesn't know why. But she's always quick to tend to Morty's needs (even if he insists that he's okay) and won't leave his side until he's feeling 100% better. After all, most of their friendship consisted of Morty watching over Whitney's foolishness and it would be wrong for her to not tend to Morty like he did to her. Because hey, that's what best friends do, right?
The younger of the two linked her arm together with Morty's before easing him out of the crowd of cheering people. Whitney had no clue where anything in this city was because she has horrible navigation skills. Throughout her 19 years of living in Goldenrod she still to this day gets lost in her own city. So she then looked up at the taller male while she unhooked her arm from his.
"Lead the way," she insisted, "I have no sense of direction when it comes to this city."
draw me
HE’S SO HARD TO DRAW here you go hun uvu
Draw me! c;
bleh. hope you like!! uwu
So do you like Morty? You never answered.
"Yes and no."
"Although he’s pretty adorable, he’s my platonic best friend and nothing more. Morty’s like a brother to me. I don’t know if I could ever see myself being with him, honestly. It’s up to him.”
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Let's Play the Pocky Game! || Jet x Whitney
Whitney absolutely loved parties. She was a very social person and took advantage of it since she's usually cooped up at the farm or in the gym. Sometimes she sort of scares people off because of her bubblyness but hey, that's just Whitney. This was an open Valentines party so Whitney didn't really know a lot of people. The pinkette tried to convince her friend Morty to come along so she wouldn't be alone, but being the anti-social butterfly he is, he decided to stay home.
She arrived at the party "fashionably" late but had already made friends (or at least acquaintances) in less than 5 minutes. She's that good. They laughed and talked about whatever was on their minds until it was finally game time. The announcer got a bottle and confirmed that everyone was to get in a circle, and whoever the bottle lands on has to play the "pocky game" with another player. Whitney has always wanted to try that game with someone because others have said it's pretty fun.
So everyone sat in a circle, waiting anxiously as the game leader spun the bottle. Surprisingly the bottle landed on Whitney first, eliciting a grin from her lips.
"Alright, who's the lucky guy?" she asked rhetorically as the bottle was spun once again, her salmon colored eyes scanning over the circle of people.
The bottle landed on a black haired boy, making Whitney's cheeks tint with a light shade of pink. He seemed familiar--oh-- he's that boy that's played gigs with his guitar! With a smile, Whitney took the stick of pocky that was given to her then crawled over to her partner.
She stuck one end (the end with the most chocolate of course) between her lips and looked over at the boy expectedly. Whitney was just really grateful that her partner was at least cute.
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