Kasumi1827

Pokeshipping, 1827(Hibatsuna), Abemiha, Creek, Kagehina, Prucan, Rintori, and more gays pairings

[fairrytype]

misty with her hair grown out (from a wolf cut)

[seecarrun]

“You know Ash,” Brock began, looking smug. “I don’t know if you, of all people, get to have a moral high ground on Team Rocket when it comes to stealing.”

“What?!” Ash gasped back, looking offended. Somewhere off where the other pokemon were playing, he heard Pikachu laugh. “What are you talking about?! I don’t steal!”

“Oh, is that so?” Misty snapped immediately, and Ash audibly groaned, resisting the urge to smash his head into the picnic table.

“I mean I don’t steal anything important,” he said before he could stop himself.

And for the record, the laugh he got out of the passive insult to her precious bicycle was absolutely worth the tongue lashing.

[seecarrun]

“Like, guess who has a date toniiight?” Daisy sang, ruffling up Misty’s hair.

Misty groaned and swatted away Daisy’s hand. “Oh tough one,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You?”

“Well, duh,” Daisy admitted, but continued anyway. “But that’s not all! Tracy made a few phone calls and got a friend to like, join us, so you have a date, too!”

Misty blinked up at Daisy, her brain firing hundreds of questions around all at once before finally settling on “Tracy has other friends?” Which didn’t help the situation at hand, but was a damn good question as far as she was concerned.

Daisy rolled her eyes, which was fair, and all but lifted Misty out of her chair by her arm, dragging her to the bathroom to start getting ready. “I’m sorry, but you can’t just sit around, like, waiting for Ash forever.”

Misty flushed at the mention of Ash. It wasn’t like her crush on him was much of a secret at that point; Tracy would have absolutely spilled the beans had Daisy not figured it out for herself years before the two even started dating, but it didn’t mean Misty liked to hear it stated out loud like that so plainly. “I am not just sitting around waiting for Ash,” she argued.

Daisy shot her a look, clearly not buying that for even a moment, before shoving her into the bathroom and closing the door with a click, informing her she wouldn’t let her out until she was ‘like, ready’.

Later that night, they arrived at the restaurant, Daisy looking absolutely flawless as usual, and Misty looking roughly the same as always as something of a protest in being forced to be there, much to Daisy’s annoyance.

“You’re gonna totally regret not at least trying to dress up,” she had told her, but Misty pointedly ignored her and tied her hair into her usual messy ponytail.

Truth to be told, as much as Misty liked to pretend her sister was ridiculous with that ‘waiting around for Ash’ nonsense, she wasn’t… wrong, exactly. She liked Ash. Loved him, probably. He was handsome and sweet and kind and brave. He was a famous pokemon league and world champion and her best human friend in the entire world.

If she ever found someone she liked more than him, she told herself she would go for it, but the truth was that Ash was kind of it for her romantically, and she was just okay with that, even if nothing ever happened between them.

Tracy waved them down from a small, round table in a cozy corner, his mysterious companion facing him with his back to the door. Misty took a deep breath and twisted her lips into a pleasant enough smile, preparing to fake it through this damn dinner, when the guy turned around, his big, brown eyes widening as they landed on her.

“Ash?!” she gasped.

“Misty?!” Ash asked, just as surprised. Their eyes lingered on each other for a few long, long moments before Ash finally turned back to Tracy and pointed accusingly. “I knew you didn’t have any other friends!” he cried, and if Misty wasn’t too busy trying to hide her blush and glare daggers at Daisy at the same time, she would have laughed.

Oh Arceus. She was about to go on a double date with Ash Ketchum.

[seecarrun]

‘Closed for the World Coronation Series Final’

Misty put the sign on the outside of the gym door as soon as her final challenger left the building, locking up behind them with a satisfying click.

Weekly Challenger Quota be damned, she was not missing this.

She managed to tinker with the cords and inputs and was able to use the gym Jumbotron to stream the match, thankful for the ability to hop in the pool and swim some laps when the nervous tension got to be too much to handle.

This whole series was going to be the death of her at this rate, watching Ash battle his way to the finals while giving her a heart attack at every turn. Leon was going to be a challenge; Misty had honestly never seen someone with a battle style and passion so similar to Ash’s, but she believed in him.

If anyone could take Leon down, it was Ash Ketchum.

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“Charizard is unable to battle! The victory goes to Ash!”

“He won…” she gasped in a whisper to herself, her eyes, wide and unblinking, focused on the screen.

“We now have ourselves a new Champion! From the Kanto region, born in Pallet Town, Ash Ketchum!”

“He won,” she said again, a grin slowly stretching across her face as the reality sank in. “He won!” she cheered jumping to her feet and, scooping Psyduck into her arms, spun him around the platform, cheering, laughing, her eyes welling with tears as Ash scooped Pikachu into his arms and spun him around in exactly the same way, hugging him to his chest.

“Wow, he actually did it,” one of her sisters said somewhere behind her, and she turned around to see them all at the edge of the pool, watching as well. She wondered briefly how long they had been there; she didn’t even notice them come in.

Back on the screen, the crowd cheered, confetti fell and fireworks blasted into the air.

The camera zoomed onto Ash and Pikachu’s laughing faces as they celebrated together, and a warm rush of love and pride ran down Misty’s spine, one, singular thought repeating like an echo through her brain at the sight. Grinning, she turned to Psyduck.

“Let’s go find him.”

[seecarrun]

“Cerulean City Gym, Misty speaking.”

“Hey, what do you think the difference is between ‘beef with country vegetables’ and ‘old fashioned vegetable beef?’”

Misty snorted and tossed another scoop of pokemon food into the tank. “Hello to you too, Ash. What, exactly, are we talking about?” she asked.

Ash sighed like Misty was the one wasting his time here, which was not even remotely fair as he was the one who called her, and answered, “Soup.”

“Oh Ash. You are so lucky you don’t travel alone much,” Misty said with a chuckle, shaking her head, embarrassingly fond. “Shouldn’t you call Brock or Mallow about this?”

“Ugh, no. They’d judge me for not knowing. You’re just as clueless about cooking as I am.”

Misty rolled her eyes, but she supposed she couldn’t argue with that, so she chose to ignore that particular dig. “I don’t know if heating up a can of soup over a campfire really counts as cooking, Ash.”

“Mistyyyy,” he whined.

She smirked, but gave in. Just like always when it came to him. “Is there anything else helpful on the can or anything?”

Ash hummed, and she could picture him turning the cans over in his hands, eyebrows furrowed. “They both say fifteen grams of protein.”

“Helpful.”

“The pictures are…kinda different? I guess. They both have the same vegetables, but one shows two chunks of beef and the other only shows one.”

“Oh well, there’s your answer,” Misty said, as seriously as she could make herself sound without laughing, climbing down from her ladder, the RotomPhone pressed between her ear and shoulder. “Go with the two beef for sure.”

Ash snorted briefly, and she faintly heard the can plink into a basket. “Done. Thanks, Mist! Pikachu says hi! Please don’t tell Brock about this! Miss you! Bye!”

Misty laughed, wishing he and Pikachu well, and hanging up the phone, immediately opened a search engine and typed into the search bar: ‘Difference between beef with country vegetables and old fashioned vegetable beef soup’

[seecarrun]

‘Heyyy Misty! If you get a call from the Sinnoh police department, can you tell them how helpful and not a nuisance I am, please? Ty!!’

Misty eyes the text from Ash on her RotomPhone wearily, sighing. ‘What did you do?”

‘Nothing!!!’ he texts back almost immediately. ‘Witnessed a crime, but was not involved. Pinky swear!’

‘A likely story. Why do you need a character reference then?’

Ash goes quiet for a bit longer after that, but eventually texts back, ‘Okay, so there was a liiittttle property damage. But I caught the thieves!’

‘You are ridiculous,’ she types back, shaking her head in fond exasperation. ‘I take it you want me to leave out the whole bike theft thing then?’

Ash sends back a gif of a man smashing his head into a desk, and Misty laughs out loud, but ultimately promises she’ll be nice.

‘Thanks Mist! I owe you one! 💙’ he types back.

And if Misty stares at that little heart emoji just a tad longer than normal, that is no one’s business but her own.

[budu-sfw]

Misty doodle

[fairrytype]

[seecarrun]

You know what OS Pokemon episode doesn’t get enough credit for being hilarious? To Master the Onixpected.

There are lots of little funny moments, but the physical comedy is perfection, especially as Ash keeps accidentally kicking Misty’s ass during all of Bruno’s “training”.

First, he dumps a bucket of water on her:

Then, he hits her in the head with a log:

And then he chases her down the hill with a big rock, which she thankfully has learned from the other incidents to run away from:

That is the Loony Tunes slapstick nonsense I missed in the Pokemon anime in the later seasons

[seecarrun]

There was something just a little different about this visit.

They had been sitting out of the Ketchum’s front porch, enjoying the crisp night air and getting caught up on each other’s lives since they had seen each other last.

Misty knew she had been doing a poor job of hiding what must have been a pretty obvious lovesick expression on her face, as even Ash had picked up on it and asked her why she was looking at him so funnily, but she was honestly finding it hard to care. Her Ash was home, bathed in moonlight and beautiful and passionately talking about his latest adventures, and maybe she was sick of hiding her feelings; maybe Ash was wonderful and deserved to know she knew it.

Maybe she wouldn’t hide it, just this once.

He paused a retelling of some battle he’d had against a particularly powerful alomomola, to stare at her again, looking just a touch self-conscious. “Seriously, is there something on my face?” he asked, but Misty just giggled.

“I’m just happy you’re here,” she told him sincerely. “I missed you.”

Ash’s eyes widened, understandably surprised by her honesty. Missing each other was one of those things they didn’t admit out loud, and she had just broken that unspoken rule. “You did?” he asked.

Misty nodded. “Of course, doofus. I always miss you when we’re apart.”

Ash seemed to take a moment to process that information, and, to her delighted surprise, a gentle blush bloomed across his cheeks. “Oh,” he murmured, suddenly looking timid. “I—I miss you too,” he admitted.

“Oh yeah?” she asked cheekily, feeling emboldened by his reaction.

Ash eyed her wearily, catching on to her subtle fishing, and smirked playfully. “Yeah, it’s too quiet out there without your constant nagging.”

“How dare you!” she gasped, pretending to be offended and lightly smacking him in the shoulder while he laughed. “We were having a moment!”

“I know! I know! I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it!” He reached an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him in a cozy little side-hug of apology, which she allowed him to do with little argument, enjoying the warmth of his body next to hers.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she told him quietly, her face burning as she internally prayed he would think she just meant it in a friendly, casual way. Thankfully he just hummed, resting his head against hers and holding her just a bit tighter.

“Yeah. Love you too, Mist.”

[fairrytype]

strangles you with the red string of fate

[gen4grl]

pokemon is such a large fanbase we all like the same core thing but the difference between the different niches is insane. like put a gamecanon, pokespe, vgc and anipoke fan at a table together and it would be like putting 4 long lost relatives together like i know we’re technically family but who tf are you and what language are you attempting to speak to me in lol

[fairrytype]

Under the mistletoe 🎉🎉

[fairrytype]

keep warm!!

[fairrytype]

rocket grunt au

[fairrytype]

Misty mermaid. I'm planning to make a bookmark version :D

[seecarrun]

It’s early enough in the morning that the air is still cool, and Misty wraps the knitted blanket she nabbed from the back of the Ketchum’s couch around herself just a bit tighter as she watches Ash train from her spot on the porch.

He’s instructing his dracovish to do… something… She’s not exactly sure what. Whatever it is, it involves Ash throwing himself around like an idiot, and even Dracovish looks concerned by the whole display.

“So, that’s what you’re into, huh?” Brock asks from behind her, the smirk obvious in his voice.

Misty groans to herself. “Please don’t start,” she grumbles, but Brock saunters up and rests against her chair to observe Ash’s antics himself.

She always kind of figured he knew how she felt about Ash, but was too respectful of her secret to say anything. Unfortunately, after being trapped next to him alone on a plane for hours on the way to Alola a while back, he decided he was done being nice and managed to badger it out of her.

He’s been insufferable about it since.

“I’m just saying,” he continues, “I just think it’s interesting that Misty, the internationally known beauty, the Tomboyish Mermaid, one of the four Sensational Sisters of Cerulean City, is down bad for that.”

He punctuates the sentence by gesturing to Ash and Dracovish, who at that exact moment, water guns Ash in the face and knocks him face first into the dirt. He looks a little shell shocked for a moment, before his face splits into a grin and he laughs jovially, hopping up and hugging Dracovish, who bits his head affectionately.

“That also happens to be a champion and world monarch,” she reminds him dryly.

“Fair,” Brock admits. “So, is that why you like him so much?” he asks, knowing damn well it isn’t, but delighting in hearing her say it.

Ash says something to Dracovish, who nods excitedly and stands up tall, determinedly. Ash beams an copies the pose, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“Nah” she admits, her heart fluttering at the sight. Sometimes it’s worth it not to rise to the bait. She smirks. “But it certainly doesn’t hurt.”