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"Hi there, I'm Bugsy!" "THE WALKING BUG POKÉMON ENCYCLOPEDIA" "I'm Bugsy! I never lose when it comes to bug pokémon. My research is going to make me the authority on bug pokémon! Let me demonstrate what I've learned from my studies."

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Camping

"Aw man, camping is such a blast! Being out there in nature with bugs everywhere, you just can't beat it!"

Unfortunately, Bugsy's mom is a bit hesitant to let him camp outside on his lonesome. And while she would love to join him, she knows that she's getting old and her body can't quite handle it anymore. And the rest of her children-- save for Abelle-- aren't exactly as enthusiastic about nature as Bugsy is.

So they reached a happy compromise: at least once a week, Bugsy camps out in his gym, which he has grown into a contained forest. He still gets to be surrounded by nature, but his mutti can rest easy knowing that he's so close to home.

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It's Headcanon Wednesday!

[unovarocker]

Misery Business

[unovarocker]

After her conversation with the kid, she wasn’t allowed to pay him too much more attention. After all, after that, she had to go back to finish the set, which didn’t take so long in and of itself. They played a few more songs, and then the stage crew took over, the lights coming on so everyone could see. Slowly at first, because they didn’t want to blind the audience. But then Homika and her band cleared out to give the crew some time to work.

She walked backstage, looking for the kid on her way off and winking at him as he squabbled over something with his pokemon. She made her way to her dressing room and threw off the white sweatshirt, then just went ahead and stripped, changing into a fresh version of the very same dress. The old one was drenched in perspiration. She took her time and drained a bottle of water before coming back out on stage, pokeballs stashed safely in the pockets of her dress, bass slung across her back.

She plopped down next to Bugsy on top of the cooler, looking out over the crowd with a grin that seemed to go well with her freckled cheeks. “Pretty wild, isn’t it? Does your gym attract this many fans, Bugsy?" She didn’t look at him as she asked, blue eyes locked on the many faces that looked for her eagerly, though they couldn’t really see her with the way the lights were.

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"Oh wow, you changed clothes!" Bugsy observed as soon as Homika reappeared. He had been so busy with observing the gym and being a good challenger-in-waiting that he didn't even notice the Gym Leader's disappearance. For all he knew, she had done a magical quick-change right there on stage in a matter of seconds!

He scooted over to grant Homika some more room, as the cooler wasn't exactly prime seating for more than one person. Leaning back on his hands and stretching out his legs, he glanced over at her as she spoke. Oh, wait, she wasn't looking at him? That was okay, he wouldn't look at her either! Maybe it was rude to look at other people in Unova. Gosh, thing sure were different over here.

"Yeah, ha ha, wild, definitely," he laughed, coughing into his hand and casting Marcie a quick glance. He would have sooner described it as 'terrifying' and 'not for the faint of heart', but if Homika wanted to call it wild, then he could call it wild too!

He looked back at Homika before remembering that it was probably rude to do so and looking away again. "But oh goodness, no, I've never seen so many people in a Gym before! I mean, I think there are more people here than in all of Azalea Town!"

"I mean, I think the most I've had in the gym is... nine? But that was when my whole family was helping me out so I don't think that counts. But the point is, wow! You must be a super amazing Gym Leader! I'm going to lose probably, but it'll be an honour to get to battle you!"

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[unovarocker]

Misery Business

[unovarocker]

The kid was just so cute that it kinda hurt. He hid behind the tall bug type like she was his mother or something. She was familiar with the scizor, or at least its species, from her knowledge of the other regions’ pokemon. So she wasn’t particularly frightened of the bug type like other girls might be. But then again, she was Homika and her best friend was Celia, a Scolipede she had raised from just an egg. So maybe it was that, too.

Anyway. She beamed down at the kid, taking an immediate liking to him despite his (accidental) tenacity. With his ascot and socks glowing in the black light, and his cutesy little blush that was barely visible in the dim light, he reminded her of her little brother. The little brother she had left back home in Undella Town, to be precise. And so, she ruffled his hair lightly and shoved her bass to the side.

“Of course you can! That’s what a gym’s for, right? You would know if you’re who ya say you are! I always wanted to challenge the Johto gyms, and now it looks like one of them has come to me!” She laughed, a girly sound that didn’t suit her music at all. Her band-mates teased her about it constantly.

“Just give us a minute to finish up this set and we’ll get right to it, kay?  You can grab a bottle of water or something, I guess, and we’ll get the crew to set the stage up for a battle.”

Honestly, she hadn’t really expected a challenger on opening night, but if the kid wanted a battle, he would get one. She knew better than to laugh at the prospect of someone so young having their own gym. She herself wasn’t too much older than him.

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"Really?" Bugsy squeaked, clasping his hands together in front of his face. He wasn't sure if he had been hoping for a rejection, but upon Homika accepting his challenge a whole new wave of butterfrees began to flutter to and fro in his tummy. 

He nodded, long hair whipping about at the motion, as he half-skipped over to the side of the stage where a small cooler had been placed. He was still acutely aware of every eye in the house being on his glowing socks and ascot, but he felt a little more confident with the most recent development. The Gym Leader had acknowledged him, and accepted him. That was good!

"Come on, Marcie," Bugsy beckoned, leading his pokemon over to the cooler. He tried his best to make himself quiet as he forced the container open, sifting through the ice until he found, miraculously at the very bottom of the cooler, a juice box. "Aha!" he whispered to himself as he recognized the logo that glowed under the black light.

Picking one of the coldest bottles for his scizor, Bugsy closed the cooler before taking his seat on top of it. He handed Marcie her water and fiddled with the juice box, realizing just how hard it was to work with the straw in the dark. "Cheers!" he said after a while, clinking drinks with his pokemon.

"Sciiii!" whirred Marcie, a mechanical noise that didn't exactly sound quiet. Not that it mattered, because by that point, the music had picked up again, loud and booming. It startled Bugsy so much that the juice almost went up his nose. "W-waugh!" he yipped, jumping to his feet in a panic. Marcie wrapped her arms around him instinctively, sharp wings flaring outwards and buzzing.

But within a few moments, Bugsy realized that it wasn't a bomb, or an explosion, or an exploding bomb. It was just music. Loud, blaring music... but still music. "It's okay," he squeaked up to Marcie, who in turn nodded and silently agreed to pretend that that didn't just happen.

All in all, Bugsy was a pretty well-behaved challenger-in-waiting. He kept his hands clasped around his juice box, and when the juice box was finished, he kept them clasped in his lap. He looked around the stage and familiarized himself with the layout, trying to gauge just what kind of battle he would be in for.

[unovarocker]

Misery Business

[unovarocker]

The concert had been going well until the kid showed up from literally nowhere. At seven, security had started to let people in, and they came streaming through the door and racing up to the stage to be sure that they were the ones in the front.The band had headed backstage just before that, and she watched the fans from her vantage point where they couldn’t see her. She was wearing a white hoodie over her signature blue and purple striped dress, and her hair was in its cute style with the pigtail on top.  At about seven thirty the room had been filled, and the stage crew began to dim the lights.

She slipped her scolipede bass over her, the strap fitting snugly into the crook of her shoulder. Behind her, Ivy was doing the same with her guitar, and Shane was discussing last minute changes to the lighting as they prepared to take the stage. She watched as the lights dimmed ever faster, until the room was plunged into darkness saving the glow sticks worn by many and the neon around the room. It was almost surreal the way the lights patterned across the walls. She looked down at the hoodie covering her dress. This had better work!

And then she was pressed against the wall, letting Ivy and Shane by in their own blinding, white outfits, waiting for the stage crew to give her the queue to take the stage. Then it came, and she was racing out onto the stage, boots clanking loudly, but not loud enough to be heard over the general clamor of the crowd. They had quieted when the lights had gone down, but it had been long enough now without a sign of the band that they had started talking again. She took her place in the darkness, only finding it because it was marked with glow-in-the-dark duct tape. She counted to thirty, heart pounding, eyes closed as she waited for the black lights to come on. And then they were on and the crowd was suddenly cheering loudly as she appeared, her hoodie glaring purple in the strange lighting. The sound of the intro to their first song started up as Ivy strummed rapidly on her guitar, and Homika joined in as her time came up, and then came the sound of Shane’s drumming.

It was like tasting water after days of thirst. Coming back to the stage was pure bliss. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet the whole time, leaning out over the crowd as they sang along to the old songs and jammed to the new ones. This was Homika’s own twisted version of heaven. Jumping and dancing and playing her bass till she she could barely breathe, singing her heart out. Surprisingly enough, no challengers came forth. Either they were too busy enjoying the music or no one had decided to challenge the gym tonight. Maybe it was both.

They were just about to start the fourth song off the new album when the kid wandered onto the stage. Homika had grown used to being interrupted, so she watched the kid stumble up to the mic followed closely by his pokemon. They were taking a water break, and she was sitting atop an amp taller than her, and her brows shot up as the kid claims that he’s the gym leader. A general laugh ran through the crowd like a wave. The fans were used to this as well. One guy by the name of Touya had done something similar about a year ago, and Homika still hadn’t forgotten that amazing battle. Or that amazing (boy) trainer. And so, she flashed the crowd a grin and jumped from the top of the amp, turning a flip before landing on her feet, boots and all. She grabbed her bass as she walked over to the kid, then crouched till she was on eye level with him.

She met his dazed little eyes and had to suppress a laugh. He was kinda cute with his little boy scout outfit and how close he clung to the Scizor at his side. “Hiya, Bugsy. I’m Homika. I’m afraid you’re a bit confused. Ya see, this is the Virbank City Gym, and it’s my gym!” Luckily the crowd couldn’t hear her, as she switched the mic off. She really didn’t want to embarrass the kid. Well, not any more than he already had.

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Perhaps it was a good thing that the lights were out, as Bugsy couldn't see how far the crowd expanded and just how many people had seen his blunder. He could see just about three rows back, and was vaguely aware of the neon lights that danced in the crowd, but otherwise was blissfully unaware of just how big of a first impression he had made.

What he did know was that people were laughing at him, and that never sat well with Bugsy. It was okay when he tried to make people laugh, but when people found humour in his honest attempts at things, it was enough to tie his tummy in a knot.

Bugsy noticed a glowing sweatshirt headed his way. He glanced down to straighten his ascot out of habit, only to find that he too was glowing-- his ascot buzzed yellow, and his socks radiated a bright, otherworldly purple. "Waugh!" he gasped, jumping and clutching at Marcie's claw in surprise. "Jeepers!" he declared with delight after he recognized the alien light as his own clothing.

"Hi there!" he greeted the bouncing glowing sweatshirt as it approached him. Only he realized pretty quickly that it wasn't just a glowing sweatshirt, it was a girl! That was good! Bugsy wasn't at all familiar with how to talk to sweatshirts.

Before too long, the girl was close enough to Bugsy for him to pick out facial features as she crouched down to speak on his level. She didn't look like she was all that much taller than him, but her platform shoes probably added a few inches to her height at least. He had just noticed the freckles on her face when she started talking, sounding nothing like the girl who had been singing so loudly before.

"...Oh," Bugsy vocalized after a pause, and he felt a blush stain his cheeks. It was a good thing that it was so dark, so no one could see it. He pulled Marcie closer, hiding behind the taller pokemon like a child might hide behind his parent's leg. "Well, I, um..." he continued to mumble, turning his head away and trying to locate the doorway that he had come through. Unfortunately, this was a negative side effect of the darkness-- it was dark. And since it was dark, Bugsy couldn't see.

"Uh, well," he tried, doing his best to keep his breathing under control as he became acutely aware of every eye in the arena being focused on him-- or at least his socks and his ascot. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Everyone was looking at him and judging him and they were laughing at him too--

And he had to make Azalea proud.

"W-well, I'm Bugsy James Hopper Jr., Gym Leader of the Azalea Town Gym!" he announced, taking a tentative step out of Marcie's shadow. "And I wanna challenge you to a gym battle!"

There was a beat.

"Y-y'know, if you don't mind, I mean...!"

[solos1s]

若菜

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Full Life Consequences [bugsy and mei]

[donutenterprises]

Mei was up bright and early – as always – when she made her merry way through Goldenrod city. The drafted buildings hung sternly above her head, and the sounds of the crowded streets and her own heavy footsteps reverberated off of them. The girl’s eyes flitted madly around the structures, as her hand pushed the strap of her bag further up her arm.

“Mei wuz v err busy 2day an she wuz makin her way to the Ilex forest,” the voice of a woman hung in the air, Mei’s eyes widening at her words.

“What on Earth…” She mumbled out loud, her walking pace slowing while her eyes narrowed. Mei certainly was not on her way to the Ilex forest, but rather she was on her way to the radio tower. She had arranged to meet a woman called Mary – as a way to market herself over to other regions.

However, this voice that seemed to echo from nowhere did nothing but itch on the girl’s anxiety. After a few more minutes of walking, she had relaxed slightly, though still gingerly opened the door to the radio tower.

“Alright, nothing strange here,” the girl reassured herself, taking a cautious step into the building.

“But Mei was suprized when she shaw a BIG GREEN FOREST at her feet and she fell into the forest w/ her things,” the voice stated plainly.

“WAIT WHAT IS GOING ON—” Mei shouted as she stepped into the building, unable to stop the inevitable fall that met her. Underneath her feet, just as the voice had said, there was an enormous forest – about 20 feet below her current level. The lush, green vegetation seemed to spread out for an age – the winding greenery stretching far further than where the walls of the radio tower should have been.

Barely able to comprehend her current situation, Mei started to fall into the forest beneath her – her hair flaying wildly over her face and nearly blocking her vision. A shrill scream tried to escape her lips, but the bombardment of air to Mei’s ears seemed to stop any kind of coherency. Her fall only sustained for about ten seconds, before the voice interjected yet again.

“BUT MEI BBOBS SAVED HER from hittn the ground rlly hard as a cushion b/c they are big lolol.”

Before any words of protest were possible, Mei’s whole body flipped over and hit the ground. However, just as the voice had promised, Mei had landed chest-first – somehow escaping with almost no damage to her body at all. The only clear difference that demonstrated on her body was her hair – now loosened from its buns, and swept dramatically in the wind.

“Why is this happening?!” Mei groaned, slowly getting to her feet and gripping onto a tree for support. She didn’t have time for all of these shenanigans – she had people to meet; deals to seal! Why (and how) the current situation was even possible bewildered her, but she was determined to get back on task sooner rather than later.

“Just then, a masked bad guy appeared and kidnapped Mei! She tried to escape, but she waz 2 weak!” The overhead voice that was making a nuisance of itself just continued to do so, chiming this line before a man appeared from nowhere and grabbed Mei’s body. Mei herself was seemingly powerless against this figure, and she could do nothing but let him shove her frame into a box.

“Hey, get me out of this thing!” Mei screeched from inside the box, her cries to be met by nothing but shallow cackles of her kidnapper.

“If you think N can save you now, then you have another thing coming!” The stranger erupted, pushing the box over and onto its side. “You will never ever escape for I… Am… Ghetsis!”

Oh, the amount of unanswered questions Mei had was overwhelming.

They all went along the lines of: Who are you? Where am I? Who is N? What is this creepy voice that won’t leave me alone? And so on, and so on. It was really a shame that none of these questions will ever be answered, because it was too short a time from when Mei thought and from  when she went to go open her mouth to answer anything – and an entirely different chain of events were ready to take place.

“Feel my wrath!” Ghetsis bellowed, pushing Mei once more – but this time, down some kind of hill that had seemingly just appeared. Mei rolled down the slope for about a minute until she broke out of the box, tumbling around like a ragdoll – hair strewn out at all angles. When the girl had stopped moving, she pushed down on the floor to get up – shaking legs making it difficult for her to stand up straight. Her breathing was jarred and ragged, and trembling fingers deftly brushed the knotted hair from her eyelids.

“Well then…” The girl stuttered, already lost for words – after a display which only lasted about three minutes in total. When Mei took the time to properly look at her surroundings, she noticed a small boy, curled into a ball on the floor. She could hear muffled sobs coming from his form, so Mei decided to help him. Hey, it’s not like she had much else to do.

“Hey! Are you ok?” Mei called out to the stranger, quickly making her way over to his side.

“Mei leaned over sensually 2 the male, caressing his feebel form and softly gently placed a hand on his chest. She then leaned in2 him, her longing lips ready 2 meet his—”

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"GO AWAY PLEASE," Bugsy sobbed before he even registered what the girl had said. Only a second later did he realize that this voice was much less ethereal than the one he had become all too familiar with that morning. He dared to look up at her from behind the violet curtains of hair that had fallen in his face, and breathed an audible sigh of relief when there was an actual girl in front of him. "Oh, thank goodness!" he amended, crawling up onto his knees to be on an equal level with the stranger.

"Hi there Miss! My name's Bugsy James Hopper Jr., and I'm the Azalea Town Gym Leader!" he introduced, brushing the hair from his face and smiling up at her. He clutched her hand-- the one on his chest-- in both of his own, relieved and reassured by her very real presence. "Its been so long since our last night of pleasure, Ive missed ur body pressed up against mine!"

The poor Gym Leader went pale.

"W-wait, I don't know why I said that!"

"'Its been so long since our last night of pleasure, Ive missed ur body pressed up against mine" seducted Bugsy, his dancing amesysth orbs dancing in the presents of Mei (AN: NOT IVORY, THX BLOODYGOTHICROSE666 4 PONTING THT OUT xoxoxo)." The voice washed over the clearing like a wave, bringing with it the smell of ramen noodles, unwashed hair, and cats.

Crinkling up his nose, Bugsy turned his teary eyes back to Mei. "I am entschuldigung," he apologized. He blinked as two fat tears rolled down his cheeks. He may have spoken German at home, but such a glaring mistake was unheard of for him to make! "E-entschuldigung?" he tried again, eyes growing wider with each syllable.

"(AN: DAT MENS SORRY IN GERMEN)" announced the voice, loud enough to make Bugsy squeak and lurch forward. "Bugsy o-mouthed as he falled, reaching out and grabbing da only thing that cud sav his fall!"

Indeed, Bugsy had braced himself against Mei's supple bosom.

"W-WAUGH," Bugsy panicked, shoving himself away and burying his face in his hands the moment he realized what he had grabbed. "Entschuldigung entschuldigung entschuldigung!" he panicked, writhing about from his spot on the ground.

Bugsy might have continued apologizing and writhing about for the rest of eternity had a bellowing voice not sounded. A good indication of Bugsy's mental state could be gained by the fact that he was incredibly relieved when he heard "Buhuhuh, I have you now Mei and Bugsy and Mei!" instead of the shrill, drawling female voice.

"Ghesitis came over da hill w/ his box!!!1 But this time, there was sum1 in the box! It was... THE LOPONNY FRUM EARLIER!"

Great.

Bugsy didn't know who the man dressed like a castle was, but he did recognize the pokemon from earlier. "Hide me!" he squeaked and dove behind Mei, gathering up her twin tails and using them as a shield.

"Daddy, stop!" said the lopunny, and Ghetsis stopped in his tracks. "Hi there!" she continued to say as she hopped out of the box. The second she hit the ground, though, she was no longer a lopunny. Instead, she was a very-much human girl. She was tall and unbelievably slender, but with curves in all the right places. Her waist-length hair was pitch black, with streaks of purple and silver running through it, and her eyes sparkled a light violet colour, but changed to an enigmatic dark blue when she noticed the tense atmosphere. She wore a tight-fitting black top that said "Dark Princess" across it in real diamonds, and showed off her cleavage and her navel piercing perfectly. Her black leather skirt was short, showing off her long, fishnet-clad legs and knee-high black lace-up boots with four-inch heels. Lopunny ears and a tail poked out from her hair and her skirt.

"IM vYcToRiA!1!11!" she said. "I, lyke, just transfurred from CaLi... U no, in AmErIcA?! IM a GoThiC, but the kewl kind, not the kind who warship Satin an sacrafyss babys and stuff!1!1! My father iz ... GhEsiTiS!1!1 But my mother wuz half PoKeMoN She went 2 AmErIcA B4 I wuz born 2 hide me from my father but she dyed when I wuz littel an I wuz raized by pOkEmOn lyke N! so now I can tRaNsFoRm in2 pOkEmOn 2!!!11! I use 2 go 2 skool in AmErIcA, but then I fownd out who my father wuz an I just had 2 cum hear an meat him, u no?!1? I just no dat wen he met me, hiz hart will melt with luv an he will becum good!1!11! So IM da qUeN of tem PlAsMa!!!1"

Bugsy just kind of stared.

"AN: dats my OC Vyctoria Diamond Sprakle Cullen Harmonia!!!" declared the voice.

"Oh mAsTeR!!!!!11!!" screamed Vyctoria as she hopped over to Bugsy, ceremoniously shoving Mei out of the way. "I thot I LOST U!!"

The poor violette, pale as a sheet by this point, could only mouth 'HELP ME' to Mei.

Ghetsis remained on the hill, occasionally spurting something about liberating pokemon that had been copy and pasted from Bulbapedia.

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THE JUDGE’S TABLE! ƸӜƷ burgh and bugsy

[arti-sticgenius]

The journey from Unova all the way to Johto had been an incredibly long one, and the plane ride had definitely had its share of misfortune and calamity, with screaming children and a couple of passengers who had decided the flight was a great time to lose their lunch. Despite the troubles, however, Burgh had excitedly watched from his window-seat for nearly the entirety of the trip, childlike emotions rising up into his chest. The ultimate destination for the venture was the National Park near Goldenrod City, and though Burgh himself had never been out of his own region, he’d definitely read up on where he’d be going. Even more exciting than the new region, however, was what he’d be doing. After the artist had finally arrived in the city, he’d shamelessly wandered around skimming through the rule book for the event he would be participating in, on occasion, accidentally running into people and light poles.

When the Gym Leader had finally found his way to the National Park, his bright green eyes grew wide at the large sign near its entrance. He felt a certain honor and pride from being one of the “celebrity judges” mentioned in the large lettering - it genuinely warmed his heart. It was also nice to see people so enthusiastic about bug-types! So many people seemed squeamish around the creatures, but to have a celebration of them? It was fantastic!

Burgh, staring around at all the young Bug Catchers, was reminded of the days in which he’d first found Lim, who had been a Sewaddle at the time. He’d only been a child when he’d found the mysterious creature wandering around his mother’s garden one blustery day. How it had made it all the way to his home city of Castelia all the way from the Pinwheel Forest had been a mystery, but somehow, the two had been drawn together, and that had been the start of Burgh’s fascination with the Pokemon type. 

As the artist approached the judge’s table, Burgh smiled. A game warden welcomed him to the event and led him to meet the other two judges. One was a woman named Buena, who was apparently a radio personality in Johto. She greeted the artist sleepily before looking down at her nails and then at a page in the rule book, and in turn, Burgh complemented the colorful ensemble she wore.  The other judge was a boy with bright eyes and a big smile who seemed incredibly young, but his air of enthusiasm seemed to be intoxicating. Right off the bat, Burgh knew who the boy was. In his excitement about coming to Johto, he’d read up on some of the more important people, places, and things within the region, happy to discover that another bug-type Gym Leader existed within the world! Burgh approached his fellow judge with a grin, offering a friendly handshake. 

“Why, hello!” he said jovially, “You must be Bugsy! I’ve been very excited to meet you! I’m Burgh, of the Castelia City Gym in Unova. I have to say, it’s so wonderful to finally meet someone else who I’ve heard to be so passionate about bug-types!”

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In that very moment, Bugsy could have sworn he was dreaming. His attention was drawn to the Unovian Gym Leader the second that he walked through the door. He had the height, the poise, the style… he was pretty sure that Beatrice had a picture of him stashed under her mattress from one of her magazines. There was no doubt in his mind that this man was none other than Burgh of the Unova Region!

“Oh! Oh!” Bugsy exclaimed, clutching both hands to his chest as if to keep his heart from bursting due to sheer excitement. He ran a hand through his hair, smoothed out his ascot, brushed off his pants, and ceremoniously stumbled over the folding chair that had his own name marked on it.

“Waugh! Sorry!” he exclaimed, bowing apologetically to the piece of furniture. Already flushing a brilliant shade of tomato, Bugsy once more smoothed out his hair, his ascot, and his pants before starting towards the gym leader again. 

No more chairs stood to oppose him. “It is very nice to meet you, Burgh, mister Burgh, sir!” he greeted, trembling like a leaf from both nerves and embarrassment.

Then, with Burgh's next words, the poor boy's heart took flight. "Y-you know me?!" he squeaked, bouncing up on his tiptoes as if he too would suddenly take to the air. Bugsy only just managed to keep himself grounded. He curtsied, before carefully placing his hand in Burgh's own and shaking it with as much Gym Leader authority as he could manage.

“Y-yes, I am Goldenrod and I’m glad to welcome you to Bugsy City…!” he mewled, "it's an honour, sir, I'm such a big fan!!"

[unovarocker]

Misery Business

Sometimes Homika forgot how good the vibrations of loud music could feel under her feet. After a hiatus of several months, The Koffings were back on stage, ready for a full night of jamming at the Virbank Gym. And God, it just felt so good.

After having drained several energy drinks and more than a few candy bars, the small girl bounced over to the drummer, Shane. In fact, it was a wonder she wasn’t bouncing off the walls. Or suffering from cardiac arrest. Either way, the gym was set to open in about fifteen minutes, though there were some challengers milling about. People who actually came for the gym  aspect could come in early and prepare themselves for the battle. After all, it was the least she could do since her pokemon were such tough customers. The challengers could take a chance and familiarize themselves with the surroundings.

Shane flashed her a grin that might have stopped her heart had she been a normal female. However, the nineteen year old boy had been her flame two years ago and she had quickly outgrown him. With that, she turned back to the brilliantly bright lights at the front of the stage, doing an experimental strum on her Scolipede bass. She had polished her baby up nice for this occasion. Homika was making her comeback tonight. Months had been spent training with her pokemon and just taking on challengers to the gym rather than nightly shows with the band. Not that the time had been wasted without the band getting anything done. They had made a whole new album. Tonight was the first show of many exhibiting it.

So, as she waited for the crowds to come pouring in the door starting at seven, she also awaited her first challenger of this new season. That person would meet a new and improved Homika. She and her pokemon were ready for anything.

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"Oh, The Koffings! That sounds like a fun group!" Bugsy had exclaimed exactly six hours and twenty two minutes earlier. The ad in the newspaper was bright and colourful, which had caught Bugsy's eye. But it was the content that kept Bugsy reading. The advertisement promised an amazing comeback for the renowned band. And Bugsy always loved music!

He kicked off his shoes as he slipped back inside, seeking out his oldest sister. He had been allowed to accompany her on her trip to Castelia City in Unova for the weekend, and had spent most of his time in the Pinwheel Forest. But on his way back for lunch on this warm saturday, he just happened to overhear a newsboy calling out the headline:

"Extra, extra, read all about it! Bug Juice sales at an all time low!"

Bugsy had stopped in his tracks. "Oh no!" he gasped, before pondering what bug juice could even be. Well, only one way to find out! He dug the change out of his pocket and bought a paper, burying his nose into the first article.

In the end, it turned out that Bug Juice was the title of a piece of fiction that Castelia City as a whole had been boycotting in support of the gym leader. As much as Bugsy admired Burgh, the fact that the article had nothing to do with actual bugs was enough to make the young violette feel disappointed. As he walked back to the hotel where he and his sister were staying, he had gotten to the page with a bright and colourful advertisement for The Koffings. And everything comes full circle!

"Ältere Schwester~" he sing-songed as he tracked her down in the living area, "Marcie and I are gonna go to Virbank City, okay? The Koffings are gonna play!"

Phoebe quirked an eyebrow as she looked up from her paperwork. "Oh, you're into that kind of music? I thought that was more Debbie's style. How long have I been away?"

Bugsy giggled. "Oh, I like all kinds of music! How bad can it be?"

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The poor gym leader felt very out of place amongst the rest of the people attending the concert. Almost everyone was wearing black or bright neon clothing, with body paint covering a fair few people. Speakers were blasting music so loudly that it made the ground shake. People were screaming and-- and oh no, that girl was starting to take off her shirt.

Bugsy covered his eyes with one hand and grabbed for Marcie's pincer with his other-- the presence of his scizor was the only thing that saved Bugsy from being trampled and squished in the havoc. Tugging his pokemon with him, he tried to squeeze himself out of the crowd. "Excuse me, pardon me, I'm sorry, please, excuse me!" he wailed, ducking between two men in matching leather jackets. He hadn't known what he expected... but now he knew that he wasn't going to hear Baby Lugia in the Deep Blue Sea, that was for sure!

"Sciiiiz," Marcie called over the roar of the crowd, and pulled Bugsy the other way. All at once the crowd fell away and the young gym leader found himself in an empty entryway. A sign that said 'GYM LEADER ONLY' hung on the closed door in front of him. Bugsy blinked up at it, still very aware of the chaotic crowd just a few inches behind him.

"Oh, I'm a gym leader!" he exclaimed after a moment. "Maybe they knew I was coming! Come on, Marcie, let's go!"

And without a second thought, the gym leader tugged his scizor along as he opened the door and slipped through, winding up right there on stage. He put on his brave gym leader face before he smiled wide.

"Helloooo! I'm Bugsy, and I'm the gym leader!" he announced, blinded by the bright stage lights.

[pikachupowah]

[lovebugsy-blog]

"What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculities..." What do you believe the most noble aspect of yourself is?

"I'M ALWAYS REALLY HAPPY," Bugsy happied.

"And I'm really good at making other people feel happy!"

[lovebugsy-blog]

Full Life Consequences [bugsy and mei]

Bugsy had been allowed to think that it would be a normal day for about six seconds after he woke up. He smiled to greet the new day, shoved back the silken sheets, and shook his violet hair from his face. He hopped out of bed, slipping out of his pajamas and picking up his uniform from where it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"He polls a shirt over his fine, mussled chest, blinking back the remnants of sleep…" a young female's voice said, echoing throughout the room.

Bugsy had just stuffed his head through the neck hole and now he looked around, alarmed, with his arms still caught in his shirt. He saw no one else in his room, and that certainly didn't sound like any of his family. Confused, he called out, "Hello?"

There was no answer. Biting his lip and shaking his head, he finished tugging his shirt over his body. He convinced himself he was just hearing things and got a fresh pair of underwear from his dresser. As he started to pull down his underwear to change, a shrill giggle came from directly behind him.

Eyes widening, he spun around, but again there was no one there.

He decided not to change his underwear that day, and instead ducked his head, pulled up his trousers, and bolted out the door. He must have still been dreaming, he decided (and that was very much true). But he was sure that once he was out in the forest, his head would clear up.

The young gym leader didn't seem to notice the fact that something was off about the Ilex Forest-- namely, the trees were infinitely larger than they were supposed to be and the grass was dry, even though it should have been coated in a fine layer of dew.

"He looooks around at the common forset, masculine sexuality practically rolling off off him in waves…" a shrill girl's voice announced.

Bugsy visibly jumped, crying out and spinning around spastically to try and find the voice. A rustle in the underbrush caught his attention and he stared hard in that direction, a tremble in his voice as he called, "s-show yourself!"

A lopunny hopped out of the bushes, catching Bugsy off guard and making him yelp. He placed a hand over his heart to try and keep it from leaping out of his chest, and had he been awake at this point he'd definitely need his inhaler.

'My trainer abandoned me and I was alone and scared,' the lopunny wailed, and Bugsy knew in a moment that this wasn't the voice he had been hearing all day. 'W-will you be my trainer, p-please?'

"They lock eyes in confoosion, but beneath the burning hated is a repressed desire, an unspeaken sexual need…" the disembodied female voice rang in Bugsy's ear.

"U-uwaah, look, ma'am, I'm really sorry but I don't know what's going on!" Bugsy cried out. "I'm... I'm being overly sexualized...! And I'm only sixteen...!"

The lopunny cocked her head to the side, thrust out her incredibly ample bosom, and strutted towards Bugsy's side. 'It's okay, Bugsy,' she crooned, gathering him up in a hug and pressing his head right into the hollow between her breasts, 'I can take very good care of you... master...~'

"Bugsy found himself suddenly attacted to the womanly form-- wat luck for him to be the targat of such a hot girl's affecshun!" sang the female's voice.

"NO I DON'T," Bugsy sobbed.

"He couldnt handle it, and suddenly felt blood burst from his nose in a noseblleed."

"WHAT," he choked, but before he could say anything else, he felt a thick red liquid gush down his face. The lopunny hopped back, bringing a paw to her face in shock.

'Oh my!' she gasped, 'Master, we need to get you clean! Let's take a bath together,' she suggested. But before any baths could be had, Bugsy spun on his heels and ran. He did not like baths, and he was not going to have one with this lopunny!

"He tore thru the forest, luscious locks flowing in the wind," purred the voice, "until a nasty root cauhgt hiis foot and made him trip."

Before Bugsy even comprehended what the voice had said, he found himself falling to the ground. He didn't even have enough time to throw his arms out on front of himself to break his fall. With a whimper, he skidded to a halt on the ground and could feel the cuts and bruises-- however, for some odd reason, there only seemed be just enough to make him all the more appealing to the eye.

"Please go away miss," he croaked, curling up into the fetal position there in the woods. Tears welled in his eyes as he hid his face from the world.

He wasn't really that surprised when the voice didn't go away.

"Little did the young gym liter no, he was not alone in the forest... someone had heard his sexy cries, and followed the sound of his galloping abs. Her body ached for him... and when she found him in the forest, she leaned down and spoke to him in a smexy, silky voice..."

[lovebugsy-blog]

Do you ever ride a bike and get insects in your mouth? How does that make you feel?

"U-um, actually," Bugsy began, a bit of an apologetic look on his face as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "I never learned how to ride a bike! But that's okay... I'm fine with just walking everywhere."

And then, suddenly remembering the more pressing matter at hand:

"BUT YOU SHOULDN'T EAT BUGS. BUGS ARE PEOPLE TOO."

[amethystseer-blog]

[lovebugsy-blog]

THE JUDGE’S TABLE! ƸӜƷ burgh and bugsy

The warm Tuesday morning air of early summer just might have been Bugsy’s favourite. It was warm, but not too hot, and it was crisp but not at all chilly. Everything that the wind drifted over smelled of nature. Some flowers even still clung to the trees, adamantly protesting the passing of spring.

Normally, Bugsy would be spending his morning waking up early, drinking one of his vitamin supplement shakes, putting on sun screen, and being escorted—either by his mother, or one of his older sisters, or sometimes even Whitney—to Goldenrod City for the bug-catching contest.

Today, however, was much different. This morning he woke up early, drank one of his vitamin suppplement shakes, put on sun screen, and was escorted by his oldest sister—Phoebe—to Goldenrod City as she was on her way to work. “Have fun and stay safe, Brüderchen,” Phoebe bid farewell as she and her brother parted ways at the train station. Between having friends who lived here and coming to the bug catching contest so frequently, she was sure that he’d be able to find his way.

Bugsy, in response, curtsied and let out a bout of light, life-loving laughter. “I’ll be fine, Phoebe! Thank you for worrying about me~ but make sure you don’t miss your train!” With a quick hug, the two carried on to their separate destinations.

“NATIONAL PARK BUG-CATCHING CONTEST” “WITH SPECIAL CELEBRITY JUDGES. TODAY ONLY!”

Happening across the sign made nervous butterfree flutter about in his tummy for about the seventh time in the past twenty four hours alone. Yes, today was different indeed. Instead of participating in the bug-catching contest, he had been asked to be on the panel of judges for this contest alone.

How could Bugsy ever say no? He jumped at the chance, and had been reading up on the official rule book ever since. In fact, he had his copy of the rules tucked neatly under his arm as he pushed his way into the entrance hall. He knew who one of the judges would be— although, it wasn’t quite a secret. Buena from the radio station that Bugsy sometimes caught his sisters listening to was leaning on the judge’s table, taking a sip of her coffee and seeming to still be half-asleep.

“I’m here,” he announced, smiling at anyone who would look his direction. Who on earth was the third and final celebrity judge going to be? The warren had promised him that he wouldn’t be disappointed… so Bugsy continued to bounce on the balls of his feet, knuckles practically turning white from gripping his rules book so hard.

[lovebugsy-blog]