baiibii !!

"𝑶𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖'𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔" 𝒄'𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄'𝒒𝒖'𝒐𝒏 𝒔'𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒆́𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕

[maqqy]

finally my commissions sheet is done and my paypal is set up!! here’s my prices - dm me for more details!

worth noting: 

- commissions are for personal use only - i retain my right to decline any commissions - half payment up front, half after - reference pictures help A LOT!!

reblogs help tons, and if you’d can RT it on twitter i’d appreciate it even more, ty 🥺🥺🥺

[rivalingoak]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘....𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄, 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.

i’m not done remaking my blog, but reminder that i come back just in time - on father’s day - to remind you all 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘.

[rivalingoak]

the RG Project by Shima-Draws is my official canon. no I will not be taking questions

[shitboy96]

Isn’t it funny how everyone is like background characters in other people’s stories. Except me of course because I’m sexy and important. But like, all of you guys

[officialrung-deactivated2020010]

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

[rivalingoak]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘….

↳  BLUE SAYS:

"Green do you ever think about Red in lingerie?"

Green purses his lips, as if he’s never actually thought about it before. Normally, he was the one doing all the special cute outfits, after all...It wasn’t that Red was “lazy” or “wouldn’t give back”, and it wasn’t that Green was “explicitly the one for that sort of thing” or anything concerning his masculinity that outsiders might think...Green just simply liked to surprise Red, and Red liked to surprise Green more through actions than outfits.

It worked for them just fine, and he liked it just fine.

But when he thinks about it more,

The idea of Red in lingerie seems to garner his fancy.

After all, just imagining Red’s cute face when he’d probably cover himself up with his hands and look away shyly, like when they were younger and having their first time...He’d probably wear something red and black, with trims of gold, since it’s his favorite color scheme -- Maybe a bow in the back? Right above his....

“Y’know what, Blue? I hadn’t before, but I sure am now.”

[platinummemes]

It’s Sinday! Send dirty anons for my muses to answer to!

[rivalingoak]

↳ 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 '𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

There’s a sinking feeling in his throat, locked with a key tossed out into the unknown. He couldn’t breathe, and, soon, he learned that he wouldn’t breathe.

The child’s body only sat motionless, as though Red had been removed from it. Green’s words fell on deaf ears, boy replaced by the low ‘whrrr’ of the blood pumping in his ears. Ringing. Louder, louder.

Arms fell like loose rocks, sinking to his sides. His head flopped forward, the boy letting himself get swung aroundby the gym leader like some kind of toy doll owned by a toddler, champion unfazed by the sudden rapid actions. 

Even after his own desperate attempts to shut the door on his insecurities, that taunting voice in the back of his head, flicking his nose and pulling on his ears like some kind of bothersome sibling. It pokes him, pulls his arms, tells Red he failed everyone, that he hurt Green, and nothing at all could ever make him recover. Red was forever alone, he ruined his friendships and relationships with loved ones, and that was–

It’s with Green’s last bit of energy that Red jerks forward, opening up previously shut pupils, Red having locked out his vision on purpose. Hands that previously slunk to the ground now wrenching forward in hostility. The act was unwelcome, scaring Red back into reality and away from his inner demons.

That cloth from before had vanished onto the ground, let go by Red’s own loosened grip. 

When blue pupils return their focus, they instead center to the ground, refusing to confront the teary-eyed Green that practically glued himself to Red. 

I’m sorry, he mouthed, a sound never erupting from behind chapped lips. Why, why can’t he say it, why can’t he talk now, of all times?! Arceus, damn it! 

The brunette tries again. Then, he tries another time. Next, Red tries one more time.

Nothing.

Rather than an apology, a single word surges through his brain like Pika’s Thunderbolt, flashing at the speed of light. No, it’s more than a word, a name. 

Green. Green…Green…

‘I thought I was going to die in the snow.’ Green cried. 'I thought you were gonna be dead.’

Green…

‘I thought someone I loved was gonna die again!’

Green…!

And like that, the trainer only crumbles, his outer walls finally caved in on themselves, creating an irrecoverable mess. His heart was warped senselessly, destroyed by the hurricane of emotions that wafted through his body, chilling every bone, muscle, and vein to it’s core. 

“Green…Green…!” His rival’s name finally vibrates against the cave’s inner walls, finally no longer a thought. His voice is shaky, uncontrolled, like it hurt him just to breathe. 

Hands curl around the elder’s neck, Red shoving his neck into Green’s shoulder to hide the varying petals of tears unfurling down his cheeks. He doesn’t stop saying the ginger’s name, and soon, they merge into a pile of realization, horror, and mourning.

Green…

When Red finally exploded, finally caved and Green found his arms full of the younger trainer, the older of the two lets out a pathetic sob that died into whimpers, his arms snaking around Red’s small body.

He is 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋, he decides, as bad as everyone makes him out to be.

Green can feel Red’s tears wet his jacket, and he is evil, because he made cute, little Red cry, as he always did. He hasn’t changed in the slightest, because he has always asked of Red, and asked and asked and asked and took until there was no more to take, and he continues to do it.

The echo of the cave jackhammers his own name into his head harshly, reminding him that he is the reason for it, for forcing the mute kid that he had always known to be quiet to speak.

And yet, because he is evil in his mind, he will continue to take until there’s nothing left.

“I like you so much I don’t know what to do.”

He whimpers again, like an injured animal, and he feels light-headed, like he should probably stop to take a breath. Instead, he barrels ahead into another mixture of words full of stutters, stumbling, and awkward pauses.

“You’re an idiot, such an idiot, you...You ran, and I didn’t tell anyone, like you asked me to, and your mom thinks you’re dead and I thought you’d never wanna see me again, and it’s all my fault because I’m an idiot too,”

Green pulls Red closer, rests his chin on his best friend’s head, one hand cradling said mop of hair, and the other clinging to his jacket, right over the pokeball on the back he can see stitched into it. He stays in a defensive position, like letting go of Red will mean he loses him again after what felt like a life time worrying whether he was alive or not.

“I-I didn’t realize until you left how lonely it was, how you were the only thing that made that miserable little town good, and I-I missed you - I missed you so much,” He hiccups again, slurring over his words. 

“I had every - E-every nightmare from A to Z, that Team Rocket had gotten revenge, th-that you might get kidnapped by some creep, that maybe y-you would've eventually just decided you were happier there without anyone like me around, that maybe I," Green sniffles, and his voice cracks as he speaks, his voice growing squeaky the more he strained himself to continue talking.

“M-Maybe I would find your corpse mauled by pokemon in c-caverns, or that you'd be left bleeding by...b-by whatever person could hurt you, or th-the ones where I'd find evidence of you....Throwing yourself.... I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m...I-I’m -"

He devolves into blubbering, not finishing his sentence. Instead he pulls Red the closest he can, his grip tight and protective.

“I missed you so much, and I was so worried, you stupid idiot! I missed you more than anyone out there, you’re my best friend, I’d never be able to stay away! Stop thinking that people are mad at you, that no one is there for you!! I’ve been waiting for you all this time!”

[rivalingoak]

↳ 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑯 𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑾𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ... 

► STARTER ▬ CLOSED || @rivalingoak​

Fingers dance against orange locks, the young teen’s eyes staring cloudy back at his rival, a flat line knit into his lips like joltik threads. No matter what, the champion couldn’t open his mouth, Red captured in a String Shot’s web. 

Even if Red could open his mouth, nothing but wasted air would follow. 

…Green was here for him. 

Red knew that very well. 

Curiously, a digits inch to the redhead’s cheeks, palm now cupping the gym leader’s face carefully. He was heated, Red occasionally spotting drops of sweat amidst his eyes flicking back and forth, unsure of where to start. 

How could he have let this happen…

That low, quiet voice in the back of his brain began to scream and yell, cursing Red out in every way imaginable. ‘How could you?!’ It told him, ‘Why are you so stupid!!’ It hollered. 

Damn. 

Choosing to let his self degrading go ignored, the trainer blots out whatever thoughts of disruption had interrupted his current train of thought. His ideas for dinner could stick around later, his self esteem could be at rest for a couple hours. 

‘Green…’ Is what the boy wants to say, a silent hope it would get his attention. He could mouth that name, but, surely, nothing would happen. 

Finally opening his mouth, the champion sighs, detaching his hand from his rival’s face, and sitting back on his calves, hands slung behind his back to keep the young champ from falling to the ground. 

It was all a waiting game now, Red concluded. Using what survival skills had been bestowed upon him at only age eleven, the boy slides his knees against the rocky cavern floor, hustling for his bag, not caring if he put a hole in his jeans now. Dried, pink hands zip open the bag, and, soon, he’s gathered a bowl of water and a small face cloth, drenching it in cool water prepared by Tank earlier that day. 

Then, the champ busies himself, using the frigid cloth to cool his friend’s face wherever possible. 

Cold. Cold. Cold.

All Green can feel is cold in his every senses, the mountain’s shivers running down his spine and he turns in his unconsciousness. He feels so miserable, with his mind playing repetitions -- All he sees is a mountain peak, the only boy he’s ever waited for standing at the top, looking down at him and watching him fall, fall, fall. A smile on Red’s lips, a wave is all he receives, and Green raws his throat screaming for him until snow covers him.

It isn’t until his mind tells him he’s having trouble breathing, throwing him against the walls of consciousness, and he jolts awake, breathing hard and tears springing to his eyes for no reason other than because he felt the edge of death. The cold is still intense and overwhelming, but he feels a wet cloth at his face, and the sweat running down his shaking body.

Then his eyes meet with beautiful sea-green shades that plagued his very being for the years he hadn’t seen Red, and every single word he felt on the back of his tongue died.

His initial thought is, ‘Wake the hell up, idiot! He’s right in front of you, what did you even come here for if you’re just going to stay quiet?!’ 

And then his next train of thought slips from his lips before he can even stop it.

“I thought...I thought you were dead...” 

It’s a whisper, but he immediately crumbles after. It’s the way his lip quivers into a near-pout, and he looks like a disaster, more vulnerable than he’s been in all his life. There’s a bubble in the back of his throat, and he feels like he’s going to throw up right there, on the cave floor.

Instead, he moves Red’s cloth from his face and cups the other trainer’s cheeks, as he did to his own. With a wobbly bottom lip, he lurches forward, touching his shoulders, his hands -- Feeling to make sure he’s there.

“You’re alive.....Y-You came for me. I’m - You - I thought I was gonna die in the snow,” He hiccups, and Green’s age sinks in.

He is not a mature, composed teenager who grew up too fast, made himself a target for criticism too fast, nor the boy that bore his heart to the world confidently and had been shot down in return -- He is just a scared, fourteen year old boy, he was a child, and he was 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“I thought I was gonna die. I-I- tho-ouught you were gonna be dead! You made me think you never wanted to see any of us again! I thought you were never gonna come back! I-I - I-”

“I thought someone I loved was gonna die again!!”

He accuses, and he accuses, and his fists are feeble against Red’s chest, teardrops pooling around his cheeks and spilling over his shaking, small body, before he slumps against red, all the energy he had being used to grab at the younger trainer’s jacket.

[bitterpunch]

𝑰 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑵𝑶𝑾, 𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝒁𝑬𝑵…

𝑱𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶 𝑲𝑼𝑱𝑶 / 空条 承太郎  𝐽𝑂𝐽𝑂'𝑆 𝐵𝐼𝑍𝐴𝑅𝑅𝐸 𝐴𝐷𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸. 𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝟷𝟿. 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒎.

hey, i’m max. you might recognize me from @verdiqris​, @bdkakyoin-archive​, @cyniciiism​, or anyone of my hundreds of jjba blogs…but you also might recognize me from my pokemon rp blog, @rivalingoak​ ! 

and i present to you…

𝑺𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑷𝑻𝑺𝑫.

○ Jotaro Kujo / Jojo ○ POST-SDC, Local 19 year old with depression and no ideas for college ○ Anger issues abound ○ Looks like he could kill you, could kill you, is kind of a cinnamon roll otherwise. ○ Looks like he doesn’t try but tries, like, way too hard. ○ “my problems will go away if i stay quiet long enough”

so TL:DR, LIKE/REBLOG this post if you’d like to interact with A NEW, HEADCANON-BASED, POST-SDC JOTARO!

[rivalingoak]

“I might be late to the party, and I might not have any idea what’s going on, but all I know is I heard ‘moan’ and ‘red’s name’ in the same sentence.”

[rivalingoak]

                                                     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞,                                                𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬                                                      𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞                                                    ( 𝐅 𝐀 𝐑  | 𝐀 𝐖 𝐀 𝐘 )    

           𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙈𝙋                                                            𝙍𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙆         home | rules | about                                                     home | rules | about 

                                                 ( 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑠                                                                         𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 )

[rivalingoak]

i love rambling about green’s parents because i have a whole boatload of lore for them so now you get me rambling.

for starters, the backstory aleks let me ramble to him:

his mom’s name is kuromi (kuro for black...black oak tree....hoo hoo hee hee...) and his dad’s name is naoki sakamaki

they met during their pokemon journey, or to be more specific, her pokemon journey where she steamrolled gym leaders and became champion, and his pokemon journey where he did one gym, cried when his pokemon got steamrolled, then got caught up chasing after her and cheering her on

it was essentially, to quote what i said on discord,

kuromi: *comes trudging back covered in bruises with leaves in her hair and a stick stuck in her clothes with bandaids all over and lifting her raticate over her hair and screaming a battle cry*  naoki: oh i love her 

red’s parents and green’s parents were actually really good friends. more specifically, aki (red’s dad) was kuromi’s rival throughout her journey. kuromi won the championship between their rivalry, but aki didn't mind because he preferred continuing his adventure to other places while she was happy to settle down with naoki.

basically, green loves his big strong buff mom and his soft crybaby dad

[rivalingoak]

champselegy replied to:  was contemplating a face claim for green’s mom and...

SIMP HUSBAND .

mr. sakamaki-oak is nothing short of a simping bottom who likes it when his wife lifts him, and unfortunately everyone in the world knows.

[rivalingoak]

was contemplating a face claim for green’s mom and then it hit me.

spiky hair? mom? just as sassy and feisty as him? a bottom husband that simps hard?

yeah.

[rivalingoak]

↳ AKA-CHAN.

…

….

He…he…did he just do what he thinks he just did?!

His husband’s totally caught off guard, now!! Such a cute look on his face makes Green’s smile turn wolfish as he leans closer, head resting in one hand - his other hand resting on top of Red’s own, their wedding rings on top one another.

𝐈. “Is there a problem, my little Cheri berry? You seem surprised. I’m just bein’ honest, the view from here’s gorgeous as ever.” 

[rivalingoak]

↳ AKA-CHAN.

Quickly, the champion stops eating, staring back confused. 

?????

Was there something on his face?!

Green realizes Red’s caught onto his staring. Instead of being flustered about it or anything, however, he simply smiles wide.

𝐈. “What, never heard of admiring artwork?”