Doll's #1 Fan

A Pokémon Scarvio fanfic

[So basically in this story; the MC (you) find Poppy in the forest. Knowing that she belongs with the Elite Four, brings her back to them]

|THIS IS ENTIRELY PLATONIC|

☆I love Poppy. Shes so sweet 🥺🗝🔩

● You had decided to explore the forest again. Knowing that there would be nobody else around. (Or so you thought)

● After about thirty minutes of exploring; you hear a faint voice.. it sounded like a small child?

● You decide to follow it, only to find Poppy..

"Poppy! Why aren't you with Rika?" You ask the small girl as you get down to her level. "I was looking for you! And then I got lost.." Said Poppy, looking up at you with her big puppy dog eyes. "Awh..! That's very sweet. But, still. You shouldn't be wandering off like that! This forest is not safe for lil' ones like you" Your voice holds sterness, but you try to speak softly so you don't make her sad. "B-but... Y/N! Pleeeaase?" Poppy looks up at you. (Literally her: 🥺) "C'mon let's get you back with your freinds" You sigh, picking her up and starting towards the nearest gap in the thickets..

As you two near the league building, you hear Hassel and Rika yell for Poppy.. "Looks like this is where we depart, little one" you sigh as you put her down gently. "What? Whyy!? I want you to come with me!" Poppy whined. "I keep myself distanced from.. dragon tamers..." you hissed that last part and gently nudged Poppy to get her to walk up to the elites. "Ugh... fiiine! But, im coming back for ya!" Poppy declared as she hugged you, before running back to the elites.

All credit goes to @allygn

This is just a sketch of the Kiff plushie. I had an idea of it having a lil' sqeaker in the belly of the plushie!

nurse miriam: Y\N?, are you okay?, can you stay awake?!, youve lost a lot of blood, whats your type?

Y\N: tall, skinny, an H\C haired personification of dreams, bonus if their name is S\O.

nurse miriam:....i meant your blood type..

Y\N: oh...

clavell: y/n?, whats a thot?

y/n: its a thotful person

later at the dinner table...

clavell: hey, arven, can you pass the salt please?

arven: sure, here ya go

clavell: thanks arven, youre such a thot