Moodboard for James of Team Rocket 💙
((Reminder that the only reason Meowth joined Team Rocket in the first place is because the first human word he understood and could say was “Rocket” and if that isn’t one of the most pure things in Pokemon then idk what is))
The smile. It was weak, it felt weak, and that was enough to make the pain in her heart surge. He was trying to be strong. For her. But just looking at him she could tell how much pain he was in. She saw it in his eyes, she could imagine with the way his arm was bent. None of it looked good. And she wanted nothing more than to be able to take the pain away. Just… however possible- she didn’t want to see James hurt anymore.
She’s ignoring her own battle wounds- she’s bleeding from some of the scratches, it feels her ribs are at least bruised, among some of the regular blasting-off fare. It hurts to move but hey, at least she’s alive.
Taking his diagnosis seriously, she can tell that this break is not only severe, but in multiple places as well. She has a splint and she tenderly takes his arm- wanting it to be at least aligned properly. He mentioned a hospital, but Jessie bit her lip. Hospitals were risky. They had no money, they had no insurance, they had a criminal record. They could get arrested. Incarcerated.
But if his arm was this bad, what if there was something worse underneath? They were too far from headquarters too- and with their balloon in disrepair like it was… they had no choice. “We’ll have to get a good disguise,” she said softly, “We have to hope they don’t ask any questions. But of course, we can reduce that probability by having a good story,” she was bandaging around the splint, “Should we be siblings, engaged, or newlyweds?”
James winces when she takes his arm, wanting to yank it away but not daring for fear of doing more damage. He doesn’t want to think about the pain that’s going to come when she aligns his arm, so he uses her question to distract himself - she’ll know when to do it - and thinks on how they’re going to disguise themselves this time and get away with not paying.
“Newlyweds.” He begins - they’ve done it a dozen times already and James thinks its the one they’re best at - and glances away from his arm. Watching isn’t going to do him any favors so he focuses on the trees ahead instead.
“We’re on our honeymoon, we’re originally from Lavender Town in Kanto and we want to find a home over here.” His good hand curls into a fist and were it not for the black gloves he’s wearing, he’s pretty sure his nails would’ve done a lot more damage.
“Meowth is our...uh...tour guide.”
OKAY HI.
After a few hectic days I’m here/alive/whatever and doing replies.
In the meantime - like for a thing??
Insecurities
The touch made the pokemon stiffen a bit, surprised by the contact- had James always been able to sneak up on him this easy? They were Rocket agents, being able to sneak around was a necessity, but still he was usually able to tell his partners when they were the ones doing the sneaking.
The question wasn’t unexpected. Though it did surprise him that they had noticed- even though he quickly realized that was a silly reason to be surprised. They were a family. They had to look out for each other- no one else would.
But he wasn’t sure if he could answer the question. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his fears confirmed like he was sure they were going to be. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be traded up for a better model. Sure, they were his family, but maybe it’d be more strategic for them to have a dark-type?
So maybe a casual ease into the concern? To feel things out, “Nuttin’s goin’ on Jimmy,” he lied and forced a smile, “Jus’ thinkin’ of that new region… dey have Meowths too ya know. But dose are dark-types. Probably would turn out to be quite useful….”
Deflecting. He knows it when he sees it because he does it himself. Of course, given Jessie and Meowth know him so well, he doesn’t always succeed. He’s grateful for the way they intervene though because it always works out better that way. He sees no reason to not do the same for Meowth.
“You’re right, there are Meowths there. There’s Meowths back in Kanto, too.” James says matter-of-factly. He understands what Meowth is getting at in his roundabout fashion - it doesn’t take a genius - and has no intention of letting the scratch-cat continue thinking such things after this conversation. All of them have nothing but each other - Jessie grew up alone, he grew up neglected. Meowth was no different. They’re all social rejects and without each other, they have nothing.
They’re family
“They’re dark and....Dark Pokémon are useful, but that doesn’t mean I-- we want one. If the boss wants one, he can send Bob and Cassidy.”
The cat pokemon has been acting strange lately. It could be written off as a mood, perhaps an upset stomach? Food doesn't catch his attention. But there's something else. He hasn't been talking. He looks worried and distant. He's quiet. Too quiet.
It’s been strange, not hearing Meowth whine about something. The cat’s been quiet, too quiet for James’ liking and he’s more worried than he cares to admit. Like Jessie, Meowth is part of his ‘family’ so the fact that the Pokémon hasn’t spoken or eaten well has definitely caught James’ attention. He approaches Meowth when Jessie is asleep - deciding enough was enough - to confront him about what was going on.
He sits beside the snatch-cat and - while praying he doesn’t use fury swipes - tentatively rests a hand on his back.
“I know the food is bad, but you need to eat something, Meowth. Jess and I are worried. What’s going on?”
He hates asking her for help because she’s already given him more than he could’ve asked for in the past months. He doesn’t want to reach out to her - not because he doesn’t trust her - because he doesn’t know what she’ll think of him after she finds out what happened to Inkay. He needs her though. He needs someone, something to pull him through the grief and the guilt and the self loathing because he isn’t sure he’s going to make it on his own.
“It’s not right.” He wavers, fingers curling into fists as he ducks his head down. Inkay was gone and it had all been to save him. Why? Why had it done that? As a Team Rocket agent, all he’d done was put the Pokémon in bad situations. Sure, he’s always cared deeply for all his Pokémon, but surely it didn’t warrant....this.
“It’s not-- It shouldn’t have done that. I don’t understand why it would do that.”
"Just kiss me, you fool."
They’re arguing about something stupid again and he’s....if he’s honest, he doesn’t even know what it is. He just knows he’s arguing with her and he’s angry. It could be the food rations - it could be their wages...or it could be who has to go find Meowth.
He doesn’t know.
Her words quietening all together though, mouth hanging open for a time before he closes it. Her request - demand? - has left him completely stumped because it’s not something he’d ever anticipated. Kiss Jessie? Oh god, this isn’t how he’d imagined it going-- but then again, how else would it go with them?
"I--- what?” He stutters, replaying the words and then taking a deep breath to calm himself down.
Act cool, act cool. You’re cool.
Only he’s not. He steps forward, clumsy at first because something or someone had given him a shove. It takes him a good few seconds before he regains his balance enough to concentrate on the task at hand but once he does, he pulls her in by her waist and claims her lips with his own. It’s heated - all of his anger and passion have poured into one kiss - and he soon forgets their argument.
Much like he always does.
Send “Kiss me” for my muse’s reaction
Secrets
🌹 || JESS
The use of her name like that. It caught her attention but she hated the feeling it gave her. It was the name that was used when things were serious. Too serious. More serious than their normal fights and not something that could be ignored any longer. It meant the fight was inevitable. Or at least, it would be if she wouldn’t just be honest with him. But she didn’t want to see him in pain. She didn’t want to see him filled with guilt over something that happened so long ago that neither of them could have prepared for. Well, maybe she should have seen it coming. She knew how pushy he was normally. It wasn’t a surprise he’d go farther when angry. When he was sure James wasn’t coming back to save her, that he’d have to cling to him for survival, that’s what he had been banking on anyway.
But she didn’t respond well to that kind of persuasion. And it left her beaten and alone. But she hadn’t let him win against her. And that was enough. He might have taken what wasn’t his to take, but she survived. And that was more than what he had been wanting for her. But how was she going to explain what had happened to James? She was afraid of how he would handle it. Of what he would think. Of what he would do. Not that she didn’t trust him, she knew he would never hurt her, but she cared about him too much to see him harboring undeserved guilt for not being there.
But she couldn’t lie to him anymore, “I’m not lying James. I’m omitting,” she said simply. He hurt you, didn’t he? she wasn’t sure what to respond with. How to respond. She couldn’t say everything- her body physically blocking her from admitting in full what happened- so she spoke, maybe he’d understand anyway? “James, I don’t want to burden you with this. It’s not your problem. Yes. He hurt me. Whatever. He never heard ‘no’ when he didn’t want to, you know that. But it’s fine. It’s been fine. It will continue to be fine.” But her grip on herself had tightened. She had turned herself away from him- as though ashamed of what had happened years ago.
James feels his heart sink as she speaks. The problem she’d been hoping to avoid is there now - he feels like shit for not being there when she’d needed him - but what’s more present is the anger boiling under his skin. He knows that he has to control it around her, but he doesn’t know how he’s going to do that once he’s alone and when he sees Jason.
Jessie is his priority though, so he -just barely - manages to turn his full attention to her and works on figuring out the best way he can help her with this. The way she’s turning away and hiding tells him she’s not okay, so he makes sure to avoid making any sudden gestures that might startle her and have her shut him out even more. Slowly, he moves so his hands hovering over her shoulder. Waiting before he sets it down, James mills through what he should say to her. An apology won’t do any good - but he needs to say something.
“Jess, you aren’t burdening me for a start.” He tells her, hoping it will be of some reassurance. He wants her to be able to come to him - just like he goes to her. Her body language makes him think she’s almost ashamed to look at him and if it weren’t for her words, he’d have thought it was something he’d said.
“Jess, what he did to you is despicable. He did it, not you. Do you hear me?”
@blastingxff: protect the trio 2k16
Both my sisters are here with me at work now and I’m so happy
There’s got to be an end to this - one that doesn’t result in one or both of them losing their lives.
He hurts all over, but the worst pain is radiating from his arm. It starts as soon as he tries getting up - it’s the arm he’s always used to push himself up - and he has to really bite his lip to keep himself from voicing the agony even the slightest movement causes. He knows it’s broken - the way his wrist bends is enough to tell him that - and has no doubt it’s in more than one place. They’re miles from any hospital though, so he’s going to have to either hide it or rely on Jessie.
Relying on Jessie is a better option and soon, it becomes his only option because she’s confronting him. He looks up at her, managing a half-hearted smile at her words. He’s always complaining but most of the time, he doesn’t mean it. He’d do absolutely anything for her because he knows she’d do the same for him.
“It’s bad, Jess.” He tells her right off the bat, wincing as he lets go of his injured arm. He hadn’t realised he’d been clutching it so tightly. He doesn’t want to think about any other injuries he’s sustained, so he focuses on checking her over visually. She seems fine, other than a few cuts and bruises that he can see to himself soon.
“I think we’re gonna have to go get checked at a hospital this time.”
GAAAH SO RELEVANT
I am so fucking tired rn it’s not even funny.
My neighbours decided to bonk at 5AM and I went to sleep at 1AM and haven’t been able to sleep since :|
Send ‘a moment of weakness’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
- Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.
- My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.
- Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.
- My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.
- Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)
- My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)
- Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.
- My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.
- Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.
- My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.
- Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.
- My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.
- Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.
- My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.
- Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.
- My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.
- Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.
- My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.
- Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.
- My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.
- Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)
- My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)
- Your muse is being punished by mine.
- My muse is being punished by yours.
- Your muse is temporarily blind.
- My muse is temporarily blind.
- Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
- My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
- Your muse has blackmail over mine.
- My muse has blackmail over yours.
- Your muse catches mine naked.
- My muse catches yours naked.
- Mun chooses.