#slothymellow

LITERALLY THE NEW POKEMON ARE SO CUTE I LOVE ALL OF THEM AAAAAAAA

ugh this SUCKS I really hope it's just something I forgot to write down, this is so stressful nfgdhlk

I really want to start exploring shipping with a beloved oc of mine, but am at a loss where to begin. I fear my opinion on who they would match with would be colored by personal opinion or favoritism agshjdk but I want it to be authentic.

So I was wondering, is it possible or even allowed to perhaps submit them as a MATCHUP request? Just to get a starting-point idea, unbiased.

If not that’s totally ok!! I know it might be a self-insert only thing <3 Just wanted to ask!

Thank you so much and bestest luck at your new job!!!<3

this is fantastic timing because, if y'all remember that whole Quizilla discussion we had just a little bit ago, something like an OC matchup is right in line with what I was talking about!

go ahead and submit your character! all the information needed is exactly the same as a matchup for yourself!

one of my other friends is on UK time too, and she’s about six hours ahead of me, so when I’m watchin with her it’s always like 4 pm here

I’m willing to try that on some of my days off, it’s just that they might have to be shorter sessions to keep my parents from being a problem, as long as you didn’t mind that

slothymellow said: Congrats miss jo!!!

crowspebbles said: YO CONGRATS!!!!

thank you!!! I’m honestly so surprised, the store manager came back and sat down with me and was like WELL YOUNG LADY, and I just. omg. he just offered it to me right then and I’m still in SHOCK FGHJKHGFD

it’s finally gonna be full-time! the pay’s a bit higher than I’m making right now, the place is only an extra ten minutes than my current drive is, and the schedule is going to be FIXED instead of random like my current one fghgfd

I’m so excited I just can’t believe this dfgfbhjkhgf

I know you said headcanons but I wrote this at 1 am and it turned into uhhhh

The first time you’d seen the monochrome man, it had been raining.

It had actually been the first night of your residency; bright-eyed and fresh from the lowest-level nursing classes, you trailed after Nurse Joy all evening like you were the shadows sewn to her bright pink heels. You’d been new to Alola after all— and of all things you’d been stationed in Hau’oli City, one of the largest cities in a region that you’d never seen before.

The day had generally been worry-free. A few children had come in asking about sunscreen for their Slowpoke; a traveling trainer had stopped by for lunch and directions; a Tauros had barreled down the street at top speed, and none of the locals had batted an eye. Apparently that was just part of daily life on this island.

“You’ll be fine,” Nurse Joy had said, and her Comfey crooned along in its own soft tones as the rain began, all the tourists scurrying inside out of the weather. “Kahuna Hala lives on this island; he also takes care of the people and their Pokémon. We’re never working alone.” She had briefly rested her hand on your shoulder, and the gentle patter of the rain against the pavement outside made you feel like a child again.

And then the glass doors slid open.

A man had stumbled in, water pooling around his feet as his scuffed sneakers sank into the Pokémon center’s plush carpets. Hunched over and clutching something to his chest, he’d shaken his head back and forth until the hood of his jacket flew off, and then his eyes had met yours— sopping wet, trembling violently, his fluffy hair all sorts of black and white, he looked like a drowned Rattata.

But when he drew himself up to his full height, he towered over you. It was intimidating as he began making his way to the desk; Nurse Joy seemed completely undisturbed as she took her place with a smile, but you realized that she’d strategically placed herself between you and the man.

“Welcome to the Pokémon Center!” It surprised you how cheery Nurse Joy managed to sound— she’d probably done this before, when you thought about it.

“I need—” the man’s voice was rough, like he didn’t use it often, or maybe he’d used it too much. He had paused, his eyes frantically darting around the room as he’d tried to gather his words. When he couldn’t catch them, he’d just shoved the bundle into her arms. “My buddy—”

You’d stretched up on your toes to get a peek over Nurse Joy’s shoulder.

A Wimpod. Smaller than usual for the species, it had curled up tightly, not even trying to run away.

“Abnormal behavior,” your training kicked in. You looked to Nurse Joy for approval. “I’ll place it in a saltwater tank while you get a treatment room ready?”

She’d nodded at you, a proud smile crossing her face as you took the little bug Pokémon. You turned and almost started walking towards the back treatment rooms, only for another bit of your training to kick its way to the forefront of your mind. In a smooth motion you whirled on your heel and bowed to the dazed man. “Your Pokémon is in good hands.”

Over the course of your training, that same man became a regular visitor. You learned his name at some point— “Guzma? Are you serious?”— and he’d gotten comfortable using yours. He was loud and boisterous and occasionally called you Nurse Joy too, even though that was decidedly not your name, but then he’d flash his toothy grin and all your frustrations would melt away.

One night when you’d been left to run the Pokémon center alone, the glass doors slid open yet again, the familiar chime jingling gently through tinny loudspeakers. You had to catch your sigh before someone heard it; today had already been a rough one, and your uniform was sticking to you uncomfortably, you were so damp with sweat. Your fingers ached where you’d pricked them by accident, and your vision blurred with exhaustion as you stumbled to the desk to greet the new visitor.

“Welcome to the Pokémon center,” you said, not even bothering with the customer service voice.

A paper coffee cup landed on the desk in front of you. Your eyes followed the hand holding it, trailing all the way up a muscled arm until you reached Guzma’s face.

“Y’ain’t too hospitable to your boy, are ya?”

You couldn’t stop the grin that crashed over your face. Guzma simply reached up and ran his free hand through his fluffy hair, seemingly struggling to look at your happy face because now his eyes were averted. He lifts the drink again until it catches your attention.

“Saw ya workin’ through the windows,” he muttered, “and y’looked tired, so— Tapu Cocoa.” His voice trailed off at the end there. If he gripped that paper cup any tighter, it would burst.

“You didn’t have to do that!” Still, you reach out and accept the drink from him. When you take a sip, the rich flavors burst through your mouth and flood you with a delicious heat that revitalizes your entire body. No wonder he’s always drinking this stuff. “Thank you—”