Just another water trainer in Lumiose

A pkmn irl blog

[itsnottaylorttv]

(DISCLAIMER- ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT)

Heyyyy guys! It's Taylor!! Totally not a famous streamer and definitely just a guy in Lumiose City trying to make his way in a big world.

Name- Taylor Blorraine (Not to be confused with the streamer Taylor Lorraine haha)

Age- 26

Pronouns- He/Him

Pokemon-

Totodile♂️ (Totes)

Binacle♀️ (Bina)

Make sure you Check out my social media AND here's my Patreon. [Link]

Hey everyone its Mod Pichu!!! This is yet another Pokemon Irl blog and a spinoff from my @team-enigma-official . This is a Dramastakes Villain Blog so expect him to cause Problems On Purpose!!

Also this is not a real Youtube or Twitch account and Taylor is not a real person! He is just a Pokemon IRL oc. Don't try to donate to his Patreon and follow at your own risk!!

Parent blog is @surfingpichu

[itsnottaylorttv]

Heyyy T-Squad! Guess who's going legit!

That's right, taking a super sweet collab deal with Devon Corp. BIG things are happening with Taylor TTV!

Stay hydrated, my Hydration Nation!! Updates to follow!!

[research-rewrite]

Can you type normally?

like are you able to?

[itsnottaylorttv]

Haha sure thing man. I just gotta make sure my T-Squad knows when I'm live and on that Grindset, you know what I mean?

It's alright if you don't get it man. The Hydration Nation gets me. You gotta be part of my Flow.

[itsnottaylorttv]

Heyyy T-Squad! Guess who's going legit!

That's right, taking a super sweet collab deal with Devon Corp. BIG things are happening with Taylor TTV!

Stay hydrated, my Hydration Nation!! Updates to follow!!

[itsnottaylorttv]

[The Following Scene Happens offscreen on 8/13/25]

Tw// some blood/ Kidnapping

Swimming head, dark room, bound hands. Taylor awoke to exactly the situation one would expect upon being dragged off by Team Rocket. He groans as his eyes adjust to the achingly dim light around him, gut still aching from the stab wound he'd earned the night before.

Shit

That was going to be a lot of damage control. Even if it was a chance to go viral, Mewtube was pretty strict about monitoring on screen death. He'd have to probably appeal Togetwitch again. Not to mention the loss of followers. Lots of people liked Butterfree after all…

He spits, clearing a congealed pocket of blood and phlegm from the back of his throat. And then there was this bullshit. Rocket work was always a pain in the ass. It didn't pay, not decently anyway, it didn't get views (everyone and their sister knew Someone working for Rocket) and their boss was a straight asshole. Maybe he could spin it into an "I escaped Team Rocket" story, or "These guys are after my life"

But no, probably not. Nobody cared about Team Rocket any more. Not as fun to hate as Team Plasma, or as Sympathetic as Team Skull.

Taylor grits his teeth as he hears the door open. He rolls over, turning to face away from the door, shutting his eyes like he was still asleep.

A few more seconds to avoid dealing with this bullshit.

It was a pair that walked through the open door. Taylor could hear their thick boots clicking against the hard, smooth floor as they approached. He braced for it…

A swift kick right to the gut forced his eyes open, and forced a ragged shout from his lips.

"Fuck!"

He glares at the two Rockets as one bends down to hold him upright, while the other shines a light in his eyes.

"Boss says you owe us money. Tune of 4,000,000p." The first grunt opens.

Straight to business, just like Rocket.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Taylor spits again, his breath still ragged from the blow to his still healing gut. Shit that hurt…

The two Rockets exchange a knowing glance, and one reaches into a bag and produces a thick stack of pages. A contract, some piece of legalese that Taylor knew he'd never signed. But he remembered the verbal contract. He had taken about 4,000,000p from Team Rocket for a Pokemon Poaching job that he never actually made good on. A few months before he got hired for the Enigma job.

He'd figured at that point the two teams would have to fight it out over him, his shiny new 'executive' position, enough to make a Rocket Grunt think twice about trying to nab him.

But there was no Team Enigma any more. And Team Heartless had been a joke, a flash in the pan, a couple of crazy old bags trying to do some bullshit with Necrozma and the Sun. Not good for content.

But now there was nothing in between him and Rocket.

"Oh, that money." He winces as he's lifted by his collar, anticipating another punch to the gut.

"The boss wants to know why you thought it was a good idea to try and cross him after he gave you a second chance." The thug growls at him, "You think this is some kinda joke? Another prank for your little show?"

Taylor winces. At least Team Rocket didn't normally kill people. Not normally anyway. This WAS the team to cross over Engima and Heartless…

But it was still a shitty place to be.

Taylor didn't have a real answer. He looks away and braces for another punch to the gut that leaves him bending, aching.

"Fuck you." he croaks. He didn't regret double crossing Team Rocket.

Though his forged signature was going to be a bitch to fight in court. If he survived this. There was no good in arguing back here. This was just some thug, paid to kick the shit out of him, not part of his idiot audience that could be swayed by a few tears and a couple really heartfelt lies. He waits for another, braces for it, ready to take another bright white bloom of pain when..

"That is enough…."

It was a soft, reedy voice that met his ears. Not the low, thick voice of Giovanni. That one he knew well enough. Everyone in Kanto knew what Giovanni sounded like.

This one was softer, almost fragile, with a Hoenni bend to it, and a politeness that Taylor could only place as belonging among the business world.

Had Giovanni brought in a Suit?

"This is the one, correct?" that same voice asks, soft and willowy, with almost no inflection to be heard, "Enigma. The one who brought in those strange Hybrids."

"Correct."

That was Giovanni. Taylor's blood felt for a moment like it was turning to ice. This wasn't the way he'd expected this beatdown to be going. He hears a pair of shoes, hard, expensive sounding, click softly against the floor in approach. He barely manages to turn his head, but he doesn't need to look to know what he'll see.

It was the Hoenni man who stooped before him, holding up one of his bright blue dive balls in front of his face.

His Gyarados. The Gyarados, Fearow hybrid. What Grant had referred to as a "ZZaZZ Hybrid". He'd never known what Grant meant about that, or about anything. But he knew it made the thing special.

The Hoenni man smiles a thin, pressed smile that seem to stretch the lines of his aging face. Not an ounce of malice in the gesture, but somehow he managed to make a genuine smile look sinister in the way a suit only can.

"Is this pokemon yours?" the man stoops, his smile still steady upon his face, unmoving, as if frozen into an uncanny mask.

Taylor doesn't say anything, grunting his response. No cameras on to see him, so he didn't need to make a show of his pain, his 'terror'. This was survival.

"You do not need to be afraid, young man." The man goes on, his voice whistling, "I have found it to be a marvel of genetics. Just as the previous one you unwittingly supplied to us is."

He retrieves a second Pokeball. One Taylor hadn't seen in weeks. His Kingler. Still alive, somehow not freefloating on the black market. At this, Taylor's eyes light just a bit. At last he makes eye contact.

"You may have them back." the man goes on, "They were both bought and paid for. A generous price. But I am always happy to invest in the future of technology."

He places the two pokeballs at Taylor's feet before he stands. This wasn't going at all where he'd expected. The two grunts holding him looked just as confused as he was, still anticipating the shakedown he was supposed to be in the middle of getting.

This didn't feel like it was about 4,000,000p any more.

"Do you know the man who created these Hybrids?" that whispering voice asks.

Taylor flinches just a little. He could still recall the last moments he'd witnessed of Grant Emmerson, watching the man fall apart in real time, and nearly dying locked in the region he'd been trying to eliminate.

"Grant is dead." Taylor responds, voice still croaking, "He's been dead for years. None of us knew what he did to make the Hybrids. Only he could do it."

It was the same explanation he always gave, and it wasn't a lie. How many times had some shmuck asked him how he did it? He didn't know. It wasn't his job to know.

The man's expression never faltered. But from behind, he could hear Giovanni's slow, heavy footsteps drawing nearer. He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable strike, but the footsteps stop when the Hoenni man shakes his head

He hears the footsteps back off, just a few steps. Somehow this was worse than the beating he was sure he'd just been saved from. The thin, stretched smile that seemed to somehow look less alive with every second Taylor spend staring at it through the dim light.

"There is one other thing that I am interested in." The Hoenni man says in his whistling voice. Somehow, the weight on the word 'interested' makes it sound like a threat, "You are aware, I assume, of the Trainer Fly effect, correct?"

Taylor glances around. Yeah… this was over a lot more than 4,000,000p. This was more than just a beating he was trying to evade, he could see it in the eyes of the poor Grunt that was still hovering off in the corner of his vision. Poor guy didn't know what he was watching any more. Taylor wasn't even sure he knew what this was about any more.

But he did know the Trainer Fly effect, so he nodded, and the faintest flicker of life seemed to spark in that old man's eyes.

Taylor almost wished he would go back to looking dead.

"I need someone who can perform it." The man goes on, "Or someone who can find me someone who can. I am told you have a certain amount of skill in… finding people."

There's that weight in his voice again. Pressing on the word "finding". Taylor knows what he means, and a little smirk crosses his face.

"Sure." he says, "I can find people."

"Don't get cocky-…" One of the grunts goes to raise a fist, but a sharp look from Giovanni stays his hand.

"Good." The old man's face brightens, "That's good. Then I think we can have some discussion."

With that he was hauled to his feet, cord binding his hands cut as he was roughly handed his pokeballs back.. and a uniform. Not sporting the Team Rocket logo, but one for Devon Corporation.

"And I believe we have a lot to discuss."

[itsnottaylorttv]

[A Video is uploaded to Taylor's channel. Oddly, it doesn't have a title or thumbnail. The title is simply 8-13-25.mov.]

Watch it?

(Tw violence, death of a pokemon, blood)

[The footage posted has no audio. It seems like it was removed due to a problem with the copyright claim system on Mewtube. Taylor appears to be in Cherrygrove City. Though in spite of the time stamp being clearly in the middle of August, the city appears to be in the middle of a snowstorm. Thick blankets of snow and sleet partly obscure the camera feed, though none of it seems to be sticking to the ground.

The culprit of this strange weather event reveals itself as Taylor gives his (now silenced) intro. A stream chat appears near the side of the feed, happily greeting Taylor, anticipating the show. Appearing over the top of the pokemon center as he gestures to it is an Articuno. A shiny Articuno. It's clear, icy body seems to shimmer in the sunlight, almost transparent enough that the sun glistens right through it. It's clearly the centerpiece of the video as Taylor motions to it, fully engaged with his chat as he shows off the pokemon.

It seems he isn't at all alone in spotting it either. In the background a number of Team Rocket grunts can be seen making attempts at capture with nets and black and white pokeballs. A masked figure in the background appears to be driving them off, however, aided by a Sneasler. Most of the Grunts seem to flee once they see her, wanting nothing to do with fighting her. The few who do end up either poisoned or asleep on the ground.

The ensuing fight seems to rile the Articuno more as it goes on, causing a heavier burst of wind to nearly blow over Taylor's camera equipment. He can be seen grabbing his set up and running to one of the nearby houses, pounding on the door to be let in as the blizzard intensifies. Nobody answers.

Looking frustrated, he calls out his Gyarados hybrid, a manic, ever enraged looking pokemon with the beak and brown feathers of a Fearow wreathing its face.

It bores a hole in the door, and in a moment, the streamer and his pokemon have broken in.

Inside a young woman with a Butterfree looks on, horrified by the break in. Her green hair is unkempt, disheveled, and she looks like she hasn't slept in days, dark bags under her eyes, and her skin is pale like she hasn't seen sunlight in months. She shakes her head as Taylor approaches, appearing to be urging him to leave.

He approaches, refusing, and appears to try to set up his equipment again when the girl's Butterfree glances at her. They appear to exchange some kind of communication, maybe even words, as the Butterfree seems to insist on something, before rushing to attack Taylor. He turns and shouts for his pokemon to launch a counter attack.

Another drill peck. A vicious, piercing blow impacts the butterfree head on, right through the center of its thorax. It falls, limp, and lays unmoving as the girl appears to scream, horrified. She stoops and gathers its unmoving body.

Taylor doesn't seem moved. He positions the camera to start filming again, calling back his pokemon and attempts to turn the camera to gather more footage of the shining Articuno outside.

Taylor backs away as she advances, her face a mask of rage as she plunges the knife into his gut.

The camera shifts again after a few moments. The girl is back, flanked by a Sylveon that has a dark, almost feral look in its eyes. The girl is similarly expressionless as she approaches. The glint of a knife can be seen in the Sylveon's mouth.

The two exchange words, though it's hard to say if the Sylveon was really speaking or not. The girl seems to understand anyway as the pokemon hands over the knife to its trainer.

She advances on Taylor, a cold, vacant look in her eyes.

He falls. The stream chat is going wild, some posting wildly, some speculating as to whether it was a prank, others spamming shocked emotes or "F to pay respects". Taylor watches in growing horror as blood pools around him. He reaches for the camera as if to turn it off, but before he can a pair of thick black boots enter the frame, obscuring him from view.

A Rocket bends down to grab the camera, and swiftly switches it off.

END VIDEO FEED]

[itsnottaylorttv]

Hey wtf is going on with the PC system right now?

I put my prized team in to do a sponsored Little Cup event, and now my Kingler is missing? Hello?

Guys I am so shook. Make sure you [click here] to donate to my "Bring Kingler back safe" fund.

[itstaylorbtv]

Guys, I’m even more shook. Donate [here] to support the “Defund Fakelor” fund.

Your kingler probably just got sick of working with a poser and ran off to do better things.

[itsnottaylorttv]

Nobody asked you dude. I know you're still malding that I beat you in a format no one watches.

But hey, at least nobody decided to steal from your PC. Can't imagine why nobody would want a bunch of level 5 Driftloon. Guess the world is never gonna figure out that one.

[itsnottaylorttv]

Hey wtf is going on with the PC system right now?

I put my prized team in to do a sponsored Little Cup event, and now my Kingler is missing? Hello?

Guys I am so shook. Make sure you [click here] to donate to my "Bring Kingler back safe" fund.

[itstaylorbtv]

FLOON FUCK FRIDAY!!!!!!

[itsnottaylorttv]

Floon Fuck Friday is never gonna catch on man. This is just embarrassing

[itstaylorbtv]

Happy Floon Fuck Friday to everyone but THIS faker!

[itsnottaylorttv]

It's not gonna happen. Nobody cares about Floon Fuck Friday. Wtf does that even mean?

[itstaylorbtv]

FLOON FUCK FRIDAY!!!!!!

[itsnottaylorttv]

Floon Fuck Friday is never gonna catch on man. This is just embarrassing

[itstaylorbtv]

Hey Little Crew! Iiiiiiit’s TAYLOR! Welcome to my new OFFICIAL Rotomblr page!

I’m gonna be using this as a hub for all my Mewtube vids, Tinkatoks, and vods from all my streams! Little Cup fans make some noooooiiise!!!

Make sure you follow for all my EXCLUSIVE TaylorB TV content!

Here’s my card for all you new peeps!

Name: Taylor Bismuth

Age: 24

Pronouns: He/him

Links:

mewtube.com/taylorbtv

togetwitch.com/taylorbtv

tinkatok.com/@taylorbtv

Don’t forget to support me on Patreon to keep the Crew content coming and to support the mission to get JUSTICE FOR DRIFLOON and get our boi BACK INTO LITTLE CUP META!

And if you’ve seen that TaylorTTV guy, BLOCK HIS ASS!!! He’s been plagiarizing my brand since day 1! Don’t talk to me or my 300 sons ever again, wetboy!

OOC info under cut

Taylor is a Dramastakes Villain (in the making) character and is overall a pompous jerk, so expect him to cause problems on purpose. He started as a joke and is written to play against @itstaylorttv especially.

He’s a competitive Little Cup tier battler who has beef with the other Taylor for getting his ace drifloon banned from Little Cup. Irl, drifloon was banned from Little Cup years ago (excluding Pokemon Go) but it’s being played here like it was a recent change instigated by TaylorTTV.

General Info:

-Mod is an adult

-No NSFW asks (meaning sexually explicit, or containing graphic descriptions or depictions of nudity or sexual acts). Innuendo and suggestive is alright.

-Taylor is an adult, and this blog may contain occasional innuendo or humor, tagged as cw: suggestive

-The views of the muse do not necessarily reflect the views of the mod

-IC hate is allowed

Likes and follows from @Kittrexcreates

Pelipper mail: ON

Magic anons: OFF

[itsnottaylorttv]

Ugh for real. Not this guy...

Hey T Squad iiiits Taylor! Just a reminder to all you in the Hydration Nation not to go after small time streamers! Even if you really can't stand the guy, there is No Hate from this community!

That said make sure you're all following the REAL Taylor TTV. The fakers are gonna fake, but there's only one real deal!

[itsnottaylorttv]

Pelipper mail!

A neon blue T-shirt. On the front, in several different fonts, reads:

I Had Nothing To Do With The Murder Of Thyme Mistrest that took place on January 17 2017 And if you ask me about it I'll file a Restraining Order on you

Arc why is this even a Thing?

I mean

LOL thanks T-Squad! You all know I've never Committed a murder ESPECIALLY not while I'm promoting sponsored content!

By the way, feel free to use my code to sign up for SurfSharpedo VPN! Use the code "Taylor TTV" to get 10% off your first month!

[ablednt]

RSD check

Your friends don't secretly hate you

You're not a bad person for things you did and said months or years ago that you now recognize as bad

You aren't cringe for being excited about things

You don't talk too much

If you feel sick from intrusive thoughts/rsd please sip on some water, get a blanket or plush to cuddle, put on some music or a video that makes you feel happy

You are loved <3

[itsnottaylorttv]

[Your application has been accepted. Schedule an interview by contacting directly.]

Yoooo sweet! That's awesome! I'll touch up my hair a little bit and we can get down to business.

You guys are cool if I record some B-roll while we talk? This could make an awesome Mewtube video.

[itsnottaylorttv]

[Your application has been received and is being reviewed.]

Fuck yeaaaahh lets get this bag!

Hey you don't think I should have included a headshot, do ya? Yknow, I don't photoshop or anything. Its aaaall me!

[teamphobia]

Damn applicants and their hesitance to join my evil team.

[itsnottaylorttv]

Hey man 👀 hmu

[teamphobia]

Send in an application right here 😌

[itsnottaylorttv]

Done and done.

[teamphobia]

Damn applicants and their hesitance to join my evil team.

[itsnottaylorttv]

Hey man 👀 hmu

[flittle-fanatic]

Had to go to a funeral today. Some tunnel creature killed one of my coworkers.

I usually can’t stand people, but Griffin was a great guy. His parents sucked ass, but he was really close to his grandmother who is really nice. Most of his paycheck went to taking care of her and paying for her assisted living. With him dead, she’s got no one really.

I’m going to see if I can convince the boss to keep paying for her to live in that residence place. It’s not like Griffin’s using the money anymore.

This is probably the first time I’ve really been mad at a pokemon. It doesn’t feel good.

[itsnottaylorttv]

If it's the thing I think it is, it's really only Half a pokemon.

The other half is... something else. Something kinda messed up.

I was gonna do a video essay about it, but I don't actually want to get close to the tunnel.

Rest in peace Griffin. You were a bro.