#Demise Trainer

[excursioningzoroark]

Sean: "Oh you're going to Postwick? My grandparents live out there. They'd have all sorts of suggestions for photo opportunities. Though when you're through with Galar, Kanto has a lot of nice sights too. Have you ever been there?"

"It's on my list of places to revisit! ...Oh yeah, I guess I never really introduced myself. You can call me Mirio, Mister Muscles."

[pdutogepi]

Whatever you say, lil' buddy!

Oh god. Well... that's certainly a creepy smile you have there.

[creamflix]

Hiiiii queen, not sure if your requests are open but what are your thoughts on a reader x gym instructor Toji fic? as a gym girly, I’m feining for that shit bjsjsbsh 😭 If you’re not into it, no worries at all, just ignore this! thankyou loveyou 😛 hope u have an amazing day <3

HOT GIRL SUMMER! — toji fushiguro x female reader 

18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. gym trainer toji, gym trainee reader. mentions of gojo satoru. toji's kinda a dork. lots of sexual tension. big dick toji yessir. orgasm control & denial. doggy style. fingering (f. receiving). big four: dirty talk, degradation, teasing and praise. slight dacryphilia. overstimulation and mindbreak. hair pulling. semi-clothed sex. locker room sex. p in v sex (protected!! no creampies today folks). crack + fluff ending, somewhat aftercare?

thank you to anon who requested this <3 i hope you enjoy!

— general masterlist ☆ read on ao3 

your first day at the gym felt a little like the first day of school — except instead of a backpack full of supplies, you had a duffel bag stuffed with coordinated athleisure and just a tiny bit of misplaced confidence. 

toji fushiguro. the name echoed in your head like a mantra, which was completely coincidental and not at all the result of a quick late-night “gym instructor thirst trap” google search. nope, not at all.

as you walked in, the gym smelled of disinfectant and...testosterone? was that what testosterone smelled like? you weren’t sure, but it had a distinct, musky gym-bro-y vibe. before you could question your life choices, a deep, gravelly voice boomed over the general clatter of weights and treadmills.

“alright, rookies! welcome to hot girl summer bootcamp. i’m your instructor, toji. keep up, and you’ll love me. fall behind...and you’ll still love me, just a little less. maybe. let’s go!”

oh. 

my. 

god.

this man wasn’t just hot. he was illegal. broad shoulders that could probably carry a family of four, a scar on his lips that somehow made him hotter, and those arms — did the gym air conditioning suddenly malfunction, or were you overheating just looking at him?

play it cool, you thought, adjusting your cropped tank top and hoping you looked effortlessly sporty rather than like someone who stayed up all night watching his gym tutorials on youtube.

“you, newbie,” toji pointed in your direction, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours. “what’s your goal for the program?”

your brain short-circuited. goal? what goal?

“uh, uh...i want to — uh…” you stammered, your mouth suddenly drier than a protein shake with no milk. “be able to...carry all my groceries in one trip?” nailed it.

he raised an eyebrow, smirking as if you were the funniest thing he’d heard all morning. “realistic. i respect that.”

as he moved on to interrogate another poor soul about their fitness dreams, you caught yourself staring at the way his tank top clung to his chest. focus! focus! groceries!

the first warm-up nearly killed you. 

it wasn’t even anything extreme — just high knees and jumping jacks — but you were convinced your spirit left your body halfway through. toji, however, didn’t seem to notice your imminent demise.

“c’mon, grocery girl,” he teased, jogging over to you during a plank hold. “don’t tap out on me already. what’s that, two minutes?”

two minutes felt like two hours.

“easy for you to say,” you panted, glaring at him. “you look like you eat kettlebells for breakfast.”

toji crouched beside you, his smirk growing wider. “nah, i eat waffles. protein ones. maybe i’ll make you some when you hit your first milestone.”

oh, so you’re a malewife too? just take me now.

you managed to survive the rest of the class, though it involved more wheezing than you’d like to admit. as you grabbed your water bottle, toji sauntered past, giving you a casual, devastating grin.

“good hustle, grocery girl,” he said. “see you tomorrow?”

you nodded, cheeks flaming. “yeah, tomorrow,” you replied, already dreading the soreness that was about to hit you in waves.

walking out of the gym, you made a mental note:

stop chanting his name during your nightly activities, because that would definitely get weird if you slipped up in class.

figure out how to be normal around the human equivalent of a greek god.

spoiler alert: you wouldn’t succeed.

— ☆

toji leaned against the front desk, arms crossed and brow furrowed as he eyed satoru, who was fiddling with his phone instead of paying attention to literally anything else. typical.

"seriously, satoru," toji grumbled, his voice a low growl. "five grand for this program? five? you think these rookies deserve me for that price? do you know how many squats i had to watch today? squats, done wrong."

"aw, c’mon, toji," satoru drawled, not even looking up. "think of it as community service. you're making the world hotter one newbie at a time." he flicked his snow-white bangs out of his annoyingly perfect face. 

"besides, you love attention. what are you complaining about?"

toji's scowl deepened. "attention doesn't pay my rent, dipshit. if i wanted praise, i'd do push-ups on the street. and don't call this ‘community service.’ i ain't some saint."

satoru grinned, finally setting his phone down. "you're just mad because you can't charge extra for...specialized instruction." his grin turned wicked. "you know, one-on-one, intense focus...maybe a hand here, a hand there."

"you're disgusting," toji deadpanned, though he didn’t bother denying the accusation.

"but i'm not wrong," satoru shot back, leaning on his elbows. "soooo? any student caught your eye yet? some sweaty rookie got your heart racing?"

toji huffed, his lip curling into a smirk. "isn’t it obvious?"

satoru blinked, genuinely curious. "wait, for real? who? the one in the neon pink outfit? or the guy with the weight belt who clearly didn’t need it?"

toji ignored the question, grabbing his water bottle from the counter. "none of your business, dipshit. but let’s just say someone’s got a long way to go before they’re carrying groceries in one trip."

“groceries?” satoru cackled, almost doubling over. “oh, man. you really know how to pick ‘em, huh? let me guess, rookie can’t plank for more than thirty seconds without praying for salvation?”

toji’s smirk widened just a fraction, and he turned toward the gym floor. "thirty seconds? generous. more like twenty. but...they've got potential."

“potential or a cute face?” satoru called after him, earning himself the bird as toji disappeared into the weight room.

satoru shook his head, still chuckling. “toji, you greedy bastard. just don’t make it weird, yeah?”

as if that was possible.

— ☆

day three, and your thighs felt like they’d been personally cursed by the devil himself. you were convinced that even sitting down was a workout at this point. 

but toji? toji looked fresher than a damn protein shake commercial — biceps bulging, sweat glistening, and his sharp green eyes scanning the room like a predator hunting his next meal.

and maybe, just maybe, you were on the menu.

you caught him staring again. or maybe that was just wishful thinking? nah. those weren’t just glances — they were slow, deliberate, and paired with that cocky little smirk that said he knew. knew you were stealing glances at him every time he turned his back. knew you were biting your lip and adjusting your shorts every time he got too close.

“grocery girl!” his voice cut through your haze, and you nearly tripped over your own feet.

“y-yeah?” you stammered, clutching your water bottle like it was a lifeline.

“plank position,” he ordered, stalking toward you with a towel slung over his shoulder. “let’s see if you’ve improved since day one.”

improved? babe, i can’t even look at my floor without flashbacks to this torture.

still, you dropped down, doing your best to hold the position without trembling too much. but then he crouched next to you — close enough that you could smell the clean, heady scent of his sweat — and suddenly, holding anything became a challenge.

“hips down,” he murmured, his voice low, and your brain went static.

before you could process it, his hand was on your lower back, pressing gently to correct your form. “like this. don’t cheat yourself.”

cheat myself? i’m about to cheat on my sanity if you don’t move that hand.

“you good?” he asked, his tone dipping into something almost teasing.

“uh-huh,” you croaked, feeling the tremble in your arms spread to every inch of your body.

“ya sure?” he leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost against your ear. “y���er shakin’ like a leaf.”

if you weren’t so oxygen-deprived, you might’ve said something snarky. instead, you clenched your jaw, determined not to crumble under his gaze — or the weight of his stupidly attractive hand.

“good girl,” he finally said, pulling back.

your entire body locked up.

did. he. just.

“keep it up,” he added casually, walking off like he hadn’t just detonated a dirty bomb in your brain.

you managed to hold the plank for another ten seconds before collapsing into a heap, thighs burning and mind spinning.

grocery girl? more like gone girl.

but as you left the gym that night, legs wobbling and sanity in tatters, you couldn’t stop replaying his words.

maybe next time, you wouldn’t just be locking in groceries. maybe you’d be swinging something a little more...muscular.

— ☆

you burst into the gym like a bat out of hell, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, cheeks flushed, and already out of breath — and you hadn’t even started the workout yet.

the weeknd’s smooth, sultry vocals blared from the speakers, which only made the scene more ridiculous. this wasn’t exactly the kind of music that screamed “fitness bootcamp.” but then again, satoru — ever the chaotic piece of shit — was in charge of the playlist. because why not let the white-haired menace control everything?

“late again,” toji’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and low, cutting right into your frazzled panic.

you froze mid-sprint, your brain short-circuiting as you turned toward him. he was standing at the front of the gym, arms crossed, one brow raised in a perfect arch of judgment.

“got caught up,” you said, lamely holding up your water bottle like it explained anything.

toji didn’t budge. he didn’t even blink. instead, his eyes dragged over you slowly, assessing. it wasn’t the fun kind of eyeing-up you hoped for; it was the “how much time are you about to waste” look.

“class started fifteen minutes ago,” he said, his tone laced with that signature mix of annoyance and condescension that had you wanting to melt into the floor.

“yeah, well, blame the playlist,” you blurted, motioning toward the speakers. “you ever try running on time to ‘earned it?’”

the corner of toji’s mouth twitched, but he quickly covered it by rubbing the back of his neck. “don’t try blaming satoru for your inability to read a clock.”

you swallowed, your cheeks heating up even more. “i’ll make it up, promise!”

toji snorted, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “oh, you’ll make it up alright.”

you blinked. “huh?”

“stay after class,” he said simply, his gaze locking onto yours. “you can finish the session one-on-one. wouldn’t want you wasting that bargain-bin fee you paid for this ‘hot girl summer’ thing.”

your jaw nearly hit the floor. stay back? alone? with toji? 

your brain immediately jumped into overdrive, filling in all the blanks with...decidedly non-fitness-related scenarios.

“uh, sure,” you managed to squeak, your voice somehow two octaves higher than normal.

“good,” he said, already turning away. “get moving, grocery girl. we’re doing circuits today.”

as you stumbled to the nearest mat, still reeling from the interaction, satoru leaned out from behind the front desk, earbuds dangling.

“one-on-one, huh?” he sing-songed, loud enough for you to hear over the weeknd’s crooning. “careful, rookie. toji’s not great with boundaries.”

toji flipped him the bird without even looking back, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing — or screaming.

you didn’t know whether to be mortified or excited, but one thing was certain: this program was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

toji leaned against the squat rack, arms folded over his chest, watching you with a smirk that had trouble written all over it. sure, he didn’t care who rolled into class late — hell, he didn’t even care if they showed up. paycheck was a paycheck. but you? oh, you were special.

watching you stumble in all flustered and breathless, making excuses about playlists and time management? priceless.

now, you were sprawled out on the bench, your brows furrowed in determination as you pushed up a whole ten kilograms like it was the weight of the world. your form was...passable, at best.

“careful there, champ,” toji drawled, stepping closer. “don’t wanna overdo it. wouldn’t want you pulling a muscle with that massive load.”

you shot him a glare, though the pink creeping up your neck betrayed your attempt at nonchalance. “’s fine. i’ve got this.”

toji crouched down next to you, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head, studying your face. “uh-huh. ya sure? y’er arms shakin’ like a chihuahua in a thunderstorm.”

“they’re not!” you protested, though your voice wobbled a little.

“mhmm,” he hummed, leaning in just enough to make your pulse spike. “y’er breathin’ all wrong too. gotta pace yourself. in through your nose, out through your mouth. like this.”

before you could argue, he demonstrated, exhaling slow and deliberate, his lips quirking into a smirk when your eyes flicked to them.

“got it?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded quickly, your grip on the bar tightening as you tried to focus.

“good,” he said, standing up and moving behind the bench. “because i’m upping the weight.”

“what — wait!” you yelped, nearly dropping the bar as he added an extra plate to each side.

“relaaxx, grocery girl,” toji said, his smirk widening. “y’er stronger than ya think. or is it all talk?”

your jaw dropped. “i’m not all talk!”

“prove it.”

you gritted your teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of backing down. with a deep breath, you pushed up the bar again, your muscles screaming in protest.

“there you go,” toji said, his voice annoyingly calm. “juusst like that. keep goin’. you wanna make it to after-class, don’t you?”

you nearly dropped the bar. “excuse me?!”

toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “you heard me. gotta be in top shape for...extra training. wouldn’t wanna disappoint, would you?”

you sat up, face burning, and watched him walk away, his broad shoulders and infuriating smirk seared into your brain.

what the hell had you signed up for?

— ☆

toji cursed under his breath, leaning on the counter at the front desk where satoru was spinning a pen between his fingers like he had nothing better to do.

“the hell are you even doing here?” toji grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re not even working today.”

“who says ‘m not working?” satoru chirped, not bothering to look up. “i’m in charge of morale. and you look like you could use some.”

toji rolled his eyes. “whatever. just...ya got a condom or what?”

that got satoru’s attention. the pen stilled, and his blue eyes flicked up, wide with mock surprise. “toji fushiguro asking me for protection? man, didn’t think i’d live to see the day!”

“shut the hell up,” toji growled, looking around like the floor might swallow him whole.

“relax, big guy,” satoru teased, standing up and fishing through his gym bag. “why do you need one anyway? didn’t know you were into ‘safe sets.’”

toji’s eye twitched. “just hand it over.”

“ohhh,” satoru grinned, pulling out a foil packet and dangling it between two fingers. “don’t tell me this is for grocery girl? you finally gonna ask her if she’s dtf?”

toji swiped the condom out of his hand, shoving it in his pocket. “shut up, and dtf doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“doesn’t it?” satoru grinned, leaning on the counter. “down to flexibility? full-body workout? man, she’s been killing those planks lately. bet she could handle it.”

toji muttered something incomprehensible, walking away before he could throttle the smug bastard.

back in the gym, you were finishing your last set, your face flushed and sweat dripping down your temple. despite the tremble in your arms, you racked the weights with a triumphant sigh.

“better late than never,” toji said, his voice low and smug as he appeared beside you.

“jesus, do you ever not sneak up on people?” you snapped, though your smile betrayed the irritation.

“you survived,” he said, ignoring your jab and eyeing you with a mix of approval and something darker. “good. now you ready for your after-class session?”

you blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “after-class? i thought we were done.”

toji smirked, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “oh, we’re just getting started.”

his eyes flicked over you, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.

“now let’s see how flexible you really are,” he murmured, straightening up and motioning for you to follow him.

your heart pounded as you trailed behind him, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips.

maybe satoru wasn’t entirely wrong about the full-body workout after all.

— ☆

you may have looked like the epitome of gym-girl confidence on the outside, with your matching hot pink spandex set, a perfectly executed high ponytail, and that “accidental” giggle whenever toji smirked your way, but inside? absolute chaos. a full-blown mental spiral.

did you stink? like...bad enough to ruin the vibe? gym sweat wasn’t exactly the kind that screamed sexy glisten. and no, BO unfortunately didn’t stand for bend over — though give it a few minutes and maybe that could change. if you played your cards right.

was your hair still in place? you couldn’t even check without making it obvious. sure, it felt secure, but your elastic had seen things today, and who’s to say it wasn’t moments away from snapping like your sanity?

and your lips — oh god, your lips. you’d spent twenty minutes on that routine before leaving the house, crafting the kind of pout that was supposed to say “effortlessly kissable.” the process itself had been more intensive than a skincare regime, involving a lineup of:

a honey sugar scrub (scrub, rinse, repeat),

a hydrating lip mask (because you weren’t about to let crust ruin the vibe),

a peach-toned lip liner to enhance the shape (read: fake plumpness),

a glossy pink-tinted balm for the natural flush, and

a strategically placed clear gloss dab right at the center for that “i’m dewy and so is my life” illusion.

now? that careful work had probably melted into oblivion, and you were too chicken to check in case it looked like you’d been eating barbecue wings during your bench presses.

but there was no time to worry about any of that now. because toji — yes, your gym instructor toji — had waved you into the locker room with one of those stupidly smug smirks, the kind that promised trouble.

and now here you were, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space, his broad frame taking up way too much room as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed.

“so,” he drawled, his deep voice practically dripping with amusement, “you gonna stand there all day, or did you actually wanna get to the...extra training?”

you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry despite your meticulous hydration schedule all day. “oh, um, yeah. totally. i’m ready.”

toji arched a brow, taking a slow step toward you. “you sure? because you look a little...distracted.”

“i’m not distracted!” you blurted, louder than intended. “i’m just...focused.”

he chuckled, low and gravelly, closing the space between you in two strides. “focused, huh?” his gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your knees wobble.

“then prove it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “show me just how much you’ve been paying attention.”

your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hand coming to rest on the locker beside your head.

mental checklist? forgotten. lip gloss? nonexistent. your name? who even knows.

but whatever was about to happen, you were damn sure it was about to be worth it.

— ☆

toji had this all planned out — or so he thought. 

he was supposed to be the cool, non-chalant one here, the collected gym instructor with the alpha energy. though just thinking that phrase made him grimace. alpha energy? 

yikes. he’d rather drop his dumbbells on his own feet than lean into that nonsense.

but still, he had a role to play, didn’t he? lead the charge, keep it professional until it wasn’t. you know, manly things. hot-gym-instructor-guy things. 

except now, as he leaned casually (or so he hoped) against the locker, one arm propped above your head, his brain was running through a thousand different scenarios, none of which involved him being the one to lose his cool first.

toji couldn’t help it though — he was sweating. not just the faint gym sheen kind of sweat, but the sweating bullets kind, the kind that made him worried he’d be the one stinking up the confined space of the locker room. which, really, was the last thing he needed when he was trying to exude effortless charm.

he opened his mouth, ready to play it smooth. “so, you —”

and then your lips were on his, crashing into him with so much urgency it almost made him stumble.

oh. okay then.

toji froze for half a second — half a heartbeat — before the message clicked loud and clear in his brain. whatever he thought he was going to say, whatever stupid quip he had lined up, melted into nothing as he cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer like the damn door to the locker room was about to disappear and leave you stranded.

you tasted faintly like strawberries, probably from whatever overpriced lip product you’d slathered on before this, and toji had to suppress the urge to groan. the kind of groan that might make you think he was more desperate than he wanted to admit. but the way your hands fisted in his tank top, tugging him even closer, made him reconsider — maybe desperation wasn’t so bad.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, your lips flushed and eyes wide, and gave a low chuckle that felt more confident than he actually was in the moment. “well,” he drawled, his voice rougher than he intended, “guess we’re skipping the warm-up.”

you rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched as his hand slid down to your waist. “don’t act like you weren’t waiting for it.”

toji smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed against your ear. “message received, loud and clear, sweetheart.”

he might’ve thought he was supposed to be in charge, but hell, he wasn’t complaining about this turn of events.

“now let’s see if you’ve been keeping up with your endurance training,” he murmured, his voice teasing, but his grip on your hips told you he was already taking this challenge seriously.

training? oh, the session was just getting started.

— ☆

you thought you had an idea. you’d done your research, watched enough videos of the kind of stuff that should’ve prepped you for moments like this. but this? this was an entirely new level of freaky, toe-curling, brain-melting insanity.

toji had a system, a stupidly cruel system that you were 90% sure he cooked up just to mess with you. it was simple: he’d trace a muscle on your body, one agonizingly slow swipe of his rough fingertips at a time, and if you guessed the name of it right? well, you’d cum that many times.

easy, right? wrong. so wrong.

especially because right now, this cocky little shit had your gym spandex yanked down to your thighs, your ass perched high in the air, and was treating this whole situation like it was a damn trivia segment on who wants to be a millionaire. except the prize wasn’t cash — it was a full-blown ride to pound-town.

“alright, genius,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers brushed over the curve of your shoulder, down to your upper arm. “name this muscle.”

you froze, your breath hitching as the cool air brushed against your heated skin. “uh — uh, the...deltoid?” you stammered, hoping the few snippets of your high school bio class would come in clutch.

toji snorted, clearly unimpressed. “correct. guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

the next second, he was gripping your hip, his free hand sliding between your thighs in a way that made your brain short-circuit. 

oh.

“‘s one,” he muttered against your ear, low and teasing. “don’t get cocky yet, though. we’ve barely started.” 

you barely had time to catch your breath before his hand trailed lower, stopping just above your thigh. “now,” he continued, his tone infuriatingly calm for a man currently wrecking your ability to think straight, “what’s this one called?”

you blinked, frantically rummaging through the dark corners of your mind for an answer. shit, what was it? quad? hamstring? quad-something?

“uh...quadricep?” you ventured, your voice shaking.

toji hummed, the sound vibrating against your skin. “good girl. maybe there’s hope for you after all.”

then he moved. his hand, his lips, the sheer weight of him — every part of him was suddenly everywhere at once, dragging you so close you could barely breathe.

and just when you thought you might lose it, he leaned back, smirking like the devil himself. 

“next question,” he said, his fingers brushing over the curve of your back. “get it wrong, and we start all over again. think you can handle that, doll?”

you groaned, face buried in your arms. “‘s isn’t fair,” you muttered.

toji chuckled, dark and low. “oh, sweetheart, life isn’t fair. but this?” his grip tightened, his breath warm against your ear. “this is me being generous.”

generous? you’d show him generous. if you didn’t pass out first.

— ☆

“well, well,” toji murmured, his breath hot against your neck as he trailed his lips down your spine, his rough palms kneading the soft curve of your hips. “looks like someone paid attention in class after all. didn’t think you’d actually pass my lil’ quiz, but here we are.”

you should’ve felt victorious, proud even. but all you could focus on was the heat pooling between your thighs and the way his voice dipped into that gravelly tone, each word laced with promise.

“so here’s the reward,” he drawled, sliding a hand beneath you to spread your thighs just a little wider. “two orgasms. back to back. think you can keep up, sweetheart?”

you shuddered, biting down hard on your lip to stop the whimper threatening to spill out.

toji smirked, watching you squirm under him. “oh no, no. don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his fingers dragging along your slick folds, collecting the evidence of just how desperate you were. “your little cunt’s doin’ all the talkin’ for ya anyway. she’s real chatty tonight, huh?”

you buried your face in your arms, heat blooming across your cheeks as the filthy squelch echoed in the confined space of the locker room.

“awww, embarrassed?” he chuckled darkly, pressing two fingers into you without warning. “don’t be. she’s got a lot to say, and trust me, ‘m alll ears.”

you gasped, clamping a hand over your mouth as he started a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling his fingers just right.

“ah-ah,” toji chided, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the locker above your head. “none of that. i said quiet, but not that quiet. lemme hear you, baby.”

you whimpered, hips bucking against his hand as his pace quickened, his free hand gripping your ass to keep you in place.

“fucckkk,” he muttered, glancing down at the ruined fabric of your hot pink pants. “look at that. already makin’ a mess, huh?”

your head shot up, panic flashing across your face. “toji! these are new —”

“not my problem,” he interrupted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “you shoulda thought about that before you wore somethin’ so tight. can’t even blame me. ya lil’ cunt’s the one makin’ all the mess.”

you groaned, half from frustration and half from the sheer overwhelming sensation as he added another finger, stretching you just right.

“tell ya what,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned closer, lips brushing against your ear. “if you make it through both without ruinin’ those pants completely...maybe, just maybe, i’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“but if ya don’t?” toji chuckled, biting gently at your earlobe. “well...guess you’ll just have to wear ‘em messy next time.”

— ☆

“fucckk, you’re s’tight,” toji grunted, his fingers dragging slick trails over your thighs as he teased his tip against your entrance. “first with those tiny-ass weights, now this? guess i gotta stretch you out for the real deal, huh?”

you whimpered into your forearm, legs trembling from the aftershocks of the first orgasm he’d just coaxed out of you with his damn fingers alone. your head was a haze of pleasure and overstimulation, too lost in it to even realize how thoroughly you’d ruined your cute pink pants.

“hey,” he rasped, smacking your ass lightly to snap you back. “don’t go floatin’ off on me just yet, sweetheart. we’re just gettin’ started.”

his voice dropped lower, the sound rolling through the locker room like a growl as he pressed the fat head of his cock to your slick entrance, giving just the slightest nudge. “shit, you’re fuckin’ drippin’ already. you want it that bad, huh? bet you couldn’t even tell me when your pants hit the floor.”

“toji,” you whimpered, trying to form a coherent thought, but it all shattered the moment he pushed just the tip inside.

“ohh fuucckkk yeah,” he groaned, his head tilting back, a shudder running through his massive frame. “ya feel that, baby? nice and slow…fuckin’ perfect fit.”

he sank in another inch, his girth forcing you to stretch around him. the burn was sweet, electric, and you couldn’t stop the high-pitched cry that escaped your lips.

“shi, don’t go cryin’ on me now,” he muttered, though his voice was laced with a smirk. “or is it just ‘cause s’too big, huh? couldn’t handle me even if you tried.”

your walls fluttered around him at his words, and he hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips to steady you. “oh, ya like that? filthy lil’ girl. already squeezin’ me like you don’t want me to pull out.”

you tried to push back, eager to take more of him, but toji’s hand slammed down on the curve of your back, holding you in place. “nuh-uh, not s’fast. you’re gonna take me slow, jussst like this,” he grunted, rocking his hips forward and shoving another few inches inside.

“fucccck,” he hissed, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his voice all gravel and heat in your ear. “you’re gonna break under me, baby, but you’ll fuckin’ thank me for it later.”

you moaned, gripping the locker for dear life as he finally bottomed out, his cock buried so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“there we go,” he growled, pulling back slightly before slamming back in, the force jolting you forward. “shit, look at you, takin’ it so good. bet you’ll be thinking ‘bout this every time you put those tight little gym pants on again, huh?”

he thrust again, harder this time, his cock dragging against every nerve ending as he set a brutal pace.

“fuckin’ mess,” he groaned, looking down at the slick mess coating your thighs and dripping onto the floor. “but don’t worry, baby. promise i’ll make it worth ya while.”

toji’s pace was merciless, each snap of his hips pushing you further into the lockers as your trembling hands scrambled for something — anything — to hold on to. the metal surface was cold under your palms, a sharp contrast to the fiery heat pooling low in your belly.

“fuck, look at you,” he grunted behind you, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “all that attitude earlier, now ya can’t even keep your knees steady.”

you whimpered, trying to push back against him, but your legs were too weak to cooperate. toji didn’t seem to mind, one arm looping around your waist to pull you flush against him as his other hand dipped between your legs. the first stroke of his fingers over your clit had your head lolling back against his chest.

“shit,” you gasped, barely able to form the word as he worked tight, relentless circles against the swollen bud.

“what was that, baby?” toji’s voice was a rough purr in your ear, laced with amusement. “can’t hear you over all that babblin’. ya sayin’ somethin’ real important, huh?”

you weren’t, not really. every attempt to speak came out as a mix of incoherent cries and choked moans, your brain too fogged up to string together a single coherent thought.

toji chuckled, leaning back just enough to grab your tit through the snug fabric of your gym top. “shiit, look at these,” he murmured, giving it a firm squeeze that had you arching into his touch. “what’s this one called, huh? c’mon, grocery girl, don’t tell me you’ve been skipping anatomy class.”

you blinked rapidly, trying to summon any semblance of a logical response, but the only thing that tumbled out of your mouth was a breathy, “b-boobs.”

toji froze. for a moment, the locker room was silent except for the wet, obscene sounds of your slick and his choked laugh. “boobs?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“uh-huh,” you nodded dumbly, too far gone to register the trap you’d just walked into.

toji groaned, but not the kind that promised satisfaction. he pulled back just slightly, the absence of his cock stretching you leaving you whining in frustration. “wrong answer, sweetheart.”

“w-what?” you stammered, your brain slowly catching up.

he pulled his hand away from your clit, ignoring your desperate whine. “told you, you gotta earn it. and what ya just said? ain’t even a muscle.”

“but —”

“nah,” he interrupted, gripping your hips to keep you from squirming against him. “you don’t even get the extra credit for effort.”

you felt him shift behind you, his cock brushing against your inner thigh, just out of reach.

“toojiiii!” you practically wailed, your voice pitching in desperation.

“naaahh, don’t ‘toji’ me now,” he drawled, smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “guess you’ll just have to wait for round two to get it right.”

the realization hit you like a truck: no correct answer, no dick. 

“it’s the pectoralis major!” you blurted out, your voice cracking with panic.

toji chuckled low in his throat. “shit, there’s my smart girl,” he murmured, thrusting back inside you with one sharp, fluid motion that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, picking up his punishing pace once again. “next time, don’t make me work so hard for it, yeah?”

you’re not sure who to thank first — god, your ancestors, or that one stray eyelash wish you made last week — because the way toji’s pounding into you feels like some divine intervention. maybe all of them had a hand in it. you’re sobbing — like, genuinely sobbing — and not just because of the hair-pulling or the fact that toji’s filthy mouth has been spewing the most degrading things you’ve ever heard.

“shit, cryin’ already?” his voice is rough, tinged with smug amusement as he fists your hair tighter. “can’t handle it, baby? nah, you’re tougher than that. gotta be — still lettin’ me wreck this tight little pussy like it’s mine.”

you hiccup a broken moan, legs trembling so violently you’re barely upright, and the lockers are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, ripping through your body so hard you swear you lose all sense of time and space.

“therrre she goes,” toji groans, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you harder, chasing his own high. “look at this mess. got you so fucked out you don’t even know where you are, huh?”

you can’t respond — not with how your body’s spasming, clamping down on him like a vice, dragging him closer to his edge.

“fuck, gonna cum with me, yeah?” he growls, voice strained, his hips stuttering as he holds you so close it feels like you’re merging into one.

him cumming is the final nail in the coffin, sending you careening into an aftershock so intense you’re genuinely concerned you might pass out. both of you stay locked in place, panting heavily, sweat dripping off your bodies as the reality of your very messy situation sets in.

toji’s the first to break the silence, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. “guess you’re gonna need a new gym set, huh? no savin’ this one.”

you groan, burying your face against the locker as if it could somehow swallow you whole. “yeah, no shit.”

he chuckles, pulling back just enough to smack your ass lightly, earning a half-hearted glare from you. “don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, baby. besides…” he shrugs, flexing a little in his tank top as he adjusts it. “i still look good in this, so we both won here.”

“we truly live in a society,” you mutter under your breath, earning another laugh from him.

he leans down to kiss the side of your neck, smirking against your skin. “damn right we do. now, c’mon, let’s clean up before satoru comes snoopin’. dude’s nosier than a fuckin’ bloodhound.”

— ☆

toji, ever the professional, seems to flip a switch the moment your sweaty, blissed-out bodies part. he’s tugging his tank top back into place and wiping his face like he’s about to lead another class. the audacity. 

his voice takes on this infuriatingly instructional tone, his hand on your lower back steadying you as he rattles off something about muscle recovery or post-workout hydration.

“you’re gonna wanna stretch that hamstring later,” he mutters, glancing down at your wobbly legs that threaten to betray you with every second. “looks like you overworked it — shouldn’t push yourself too hard, sweetheart.”

you blink at him, utterly dumbfounded.  this man — this man — is casually chatting about hamstrings while his cum is literally dripping down your thighs and your legs are trembling so hard you could probably register on the richter scale.

“you’re seriously talking about muscles right now?” you deadpan, crossing your arms even though they feel like noodles. “toji, ’m boutta faceplant, and you’re out here giving me a biology lecture.”

he grins, a little too pleased with himself, and leans down to plant his hands on his knees, face so close you can practically feel the warmth of his breath. “what, want me to kiss it better or somethin’?”

“kiss me, idiot,” you huff, tugging him forward by the neckline of that stupidly tight tank top until your lips meet his.

and just like that, the gym instructor act shatters. his shoulders relax, his hand curling around your waist with a gentleness that feels so at odds with how he’d been handling you not five minutes ago.

he hums against your lips, pulling back just enough to mutter, “damn, baby, you’re somethin’ else.”

“soooo, does this mean you’re carrying my groceries now?” you tease, brushing some of your messed-up hair out of your face.

“depends,” he smirks, straightening up and patting your ass with zero shame. “can you walk without lookin’ like a baby deer? if not, ’m keepin’ my hands free to catch ya when you inevitably fall on your cute little face.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “big talk for someone who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“can’t help it,” he shrugs, leaning in close again with that wolfish grin of his. “you make it too damn easy, princess.”

if he keeps this up, your next gym session might be less about training and more about dodging toji’s wandering hands in the frozen food aisle.

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[strawberrystepmom]

pokemon trainer au! gojo x f!reader. reader is a fairy gym leader and satoru is league champion and a flying type trainer. a bit of world building! we discuss fairy gym leader and satoru's first meeting and their future plans a bit. wc 2.6k

part one, part two (you are here), part three

divider by @/cafekitsune!!!! 🩵

Unsurprisingly, the news of the current League Champion stepping down spreads like wildfire and you chuckle while spooning cereal into your mouth and leaning against the counter in your kitchen, Skitty eyeing you desperately from the floor below begging for a bite.

You scoff at her and point toward where her bowl lies a few feet away, full to the brim, and she rubs her tail against your calves while you lean over the counter and narrow your eyes at the TV, chomping on another perfectly soggy mouthful while watching clips of Satoru’s recently televised battles as Champion flash across the screen.

“Damn he’s good,” you mutter to yourself as if it’s a surprise. You know very well how good Satoru Gojo is, it’s why you’ve spent the last three years refusing his requests to battle. He has no reason to battle you other than bragging rights and you know his ego to already be overly inflated even if it is rightfully so and you’ve been satisfied with your decision until now.

You’ve spent two days trying to figure out why he asked you on this journey in the first place, stuffing your long forgotten camping gear and various repel sprays and medicinal sprays in the largest bag that you own while pondering every aspect of why. Why you?

Thinking back throughout the years, you remember every interaction you’ve had with the man fondly. Perhaps it’s the teensy crush you’ve always harbored for him painting the memories as sweet or maybe he is simply sweet beneath the brash and arrogant exterior. People are capable of being more than one thing at once, an important lesson you’ve learned in your life. You met him when you were still going to school and he was a member of the Elite Four, your shock seeing the way he and his Sneasel worked together against a schoolmate of yours was enough to catch his attention.

The two of you were the same age back then, fifteen, but on two clearly different paths - he was destined to become Champion and your own future felt undefined but free, something you’ve always craved.

He winked at you that day in response to your wide eyes and parted lips and you’ve never forgotten it. Not that he’d ever let you, the starstruck look is something he manages to sneak into almost every conversation the two of you have had since. Clearly it had an effect on him too and you’ve been quietly smug about it for a long time.

“And now we have a few words from the Champion himself. Mr. Gojo?”

You nearly choke on the mouthful of cereal you’re working on swallowing, holding your chest while Skitty chirps happily at your near imminent demise. You’ve always been certain she’d be the first to eat you if you were to die so you glance down, shaking your head, before gluing your gaze back to the man on the TV with a glistening grin as wide as the screen he’s upon. It’s a surprise to see him, you were certain he’d let his spokespeople do the heavy lifting, and it does nothing to answer the question on your mind of why he picked you.

He would be infuriating if you didn’t find him so charming. His hair flops over his eyes, big and blue and beautiful as ever, and he is wearing a suit which is something you don’t think he has ever truly done before. You know the PR around this must be a nightmare if they’re hauling him onto daytime television in a suit likely designed by the finest designer in Johto and sheer amusement makes your lips twist into a smile seeing him nod politely to each question he has been asked. 

“Thank you for giving me the time to talk about my future plans,” he grins and you scoff, Espeon now joining you by hopping on the counter. You start to fuss at her but stop yourself as soon as Satoru begins speaking again, his head bowed humbly. Whatever he’s saying goes in one of your ears and out the other, your eyes trained on the way his pretty mouth moves instead of what he’s saying, and Espeon chirps at you. You toss her a glance and reach for the remote, turning up the volume to actually listen to the man on the screen.

“How can someone call themselves a Champion if they aren’t rising to every challenge they can?”

Nodding, you’re surprised that’s the public reason he’s giving. Perhaps he won’t mention the travels of the two of you at all and you are his mere escort, someone far more familiar with the routes criss crossing your home of Kanto and the other regions than he is, and if so, you’ll accept that although his pretty mouth looks a little less pretty when you remove the thought that he may have a thing for you as well from your mind.

“I need to challenge myself to be even better, to see this entire world, to experience every Pokemon I can and I’ve invited a friend along with me,” his words fade out when he says your name and mentions Camellia Town, the place you’ve called home for the last five years, and you watch the camera pan back to the surprised expressions of the show hosts. Despite their shock, he continues carelessly and your jaw drops as wide as it did the first day you ever met him.

“If you see us out there, don’t hesitate to stop and ask for a battle! My partner is capable of more than she lets on.”

Almost as if every one of your companions hears him, they all turn toward you and you sigh. Espeon blinks, Skitty begs at your feet, Piplup chirps enthusiastically at your snowy white Vulpix - they’re as ready for adventure as you are and you’ve taken it too easy on them.

“I know, I know.”

Throwing your hands up in surrender, you intentionally ignore the buzzing of your phone on the counter next to you. The screen lights up with messages from your friends and fellow gym leaders, one of your best friends’ names at the top of the screen. You read her messages and snicker to yourself, shaking your head.

Call me now. What do you mean you’re traveling with THE Satoru Gojo?????????

THE Satoru Gojo you’ve whined and pouted over for years?????

Oh this is delicious. I love you. Call me NOWWWWWWW.

Scoffing at the last message, you drag the device to your ear and listen to the dial tone on the other end, only to be met with screeching when she picks up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You groan at her words and hear her boyfriend chuckling on the other end, probably making her breakfast in his cozy little Dark type gym in the city. 

Some girls have all the luck and it comes in the form of raven haired gym leaders that think they hung the moon. Others get stuck with arrogant men that have the attention of the entire world on them at all times. You make a mental note to ask her for tips later but for now you play defense, shocked at the tone of your own very best friend in your ear.

“What was I supposed to say? This dude I’ve had a crush on for a decade asked me to go rough it with him?”

“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to say but you don’t talk to anyone about anything ever,” you let her go on a rant and you roll your eyes, pantomiming her words about needing to be better about telling everyone what’s happening with you. 

It’s true, you’re terrible about keeping everyone up to date even your own mother who you’re certain is calling you judging by the beeping you hear alerting you another call is coming through, but you figured by this point in your twenties everyone would just accept it. You’re old enough that you won’t be changed and it’s time for everyone to just accept it.

“Okay, well, next time the man you’ve loved for ten years shows up and asks you to run away with him you better call me. I love you!”

You return her admiration, smooching and making kissy noises into the microphone, before immediately ending the call and watching the screen fade to blissful blackness, no notifications for a moment. The television screen pans back to the newscasters who are still buzzing with your name and you know anonymity on this journey is a dream. 

Perhaps you should have known better from the start that it would be anything but a normal journey to travel by Satoru’s side but you have always been a little bit of a hopeless dreamer.

Your phone buzzes again and you sigh, looking down to see the name on the screen belongs to the man of the hour himself. Discarding your cereal bowl, you scramble to pick up the phone and press it to your ear.

“Did you see me?”

You snort, shaking your head while Espeon crawls across the counter to eavesdrop. 

“I did and you looked great. New suit?”

You swear you can hear how smug he sounds from the other end of the speaker and you roll your eyes for the tenth time in an hour, scooting back from the counter to bend at the waist and press your forehead against it. How are you still reacting to a crush this way at 25?

“Yeah somethin’ stupid they put me in to make me camera ready but I didn’t call for compliments although they’re appreciated,” you hum and giggle, wondering what he could have to say next. “Did you like my little shout out though?”

“No. I’ve been getting calls nonstop for fifteen minutes.”

Gojo chuckles and you want to wrap yourself in the sound like a warm blanket. It drips with his confidence but it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard and tomorrow’s deadline of his arrival to come get you starts to loom when your eyes fall on your half packed suitcase that is spread across the floor of your living room. To get your mind off of it, you switch gears and raise your brows, cheeks puffing out as you exhale.

“Satoru, can I ask you something?”

He hums affirmatively. His mind wanders a bit to what you could possibly ask or if you’re rethinking your commitment to take this journey with him. Was this morning too much? He has been reminded endlessly his whole life that he’s too much and from everyone else, it doesn’t bother him. From you, it would wound. He has always wondered what you really think of him, not just a fifteen year old version of you in a denim miniskirt with her mouth agape at his abilities. 

“Why did you invite me?”

He’s relieved you have no intention of wounding him after all and he plays off his relieved sigh with another chuckle, twisting his mouth to the side in the back of a car driving him from the PokeNews Network headquarters back to his high rise apartment in the city. The last two days have been a whirlwind of nonsense and he’ll be glad when the rush is over and the two of you are finally on the road to wherever the wind will take you next. The city rushes by outside of the tinted window and you wait for his answer, yanking your phone from your ear to scroll through your social media.

“Is it such a crime to want to get to know a pretty girl better?”

That’s the last answer you were expecting and it’s evident by the cough he hears on the other end of the phone. Espeon approaches you and rubs her head against your knuckles and you squint to read the name on the little dark screen.

“If you wanted a pretty girl I’m sure whoever @FlyHighGojo is must be pretty and would love to be by your side for the journey.”

Your eyes scan over the message in front of you eloquently listing out the ways you could never love the former Champion as much as whoever mans this account does and you laugh, swiping the app closed. He tilts his head, smiling despite himself. 

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Your rabid fangirls? They’re currently on my feed in droves and now they know what I look like so I’ll be shocked if I don’t have a crowd outside of my house by the end of the day.”

He sighs, thinking quickly on his feet. There’s no regret about mentioning you, in fact he’s proud he was finally able to do so since he thinks about you all the time, but he does feel bad that the droves are out and seething over it.

“I’ll come get you before they have the chance. Be ready by 5.”

Looking back at your half packed suitcase, you groan.

“Really?”

“Really. We’ll start tonight instead of tomorrow.”

“Okay, but give my question a real answer first.”

Words dance in Satoru’s head yet he struggles to string them together. How can he tell you it’s because he has had a crush on you for ten straight years without sounding utterly pathetic? This is the most powerful man in the League and certainly a figurehead of the culture of your life and that of all humans who love Pokemon, who would he be if he admitted seeing the look on your face that day has haunted him since?

He was in love at first sight, he has just always been too preoccupied to worry about it. Now, it’s all he can think about.

“I’ve always wanted to get to know you better and I’m running out of time to do it.”

He has been League Champion for eight years, unstoppable in every single way, and he’s willing to walk away from it just to spend time with you. Your heart feels so heavy and light at the same time, a lead filled balloon, and his honesty seals the deal.

“Perfect. I’ll be ready for you at five.”

Amusement is all you hear from the other end of the phone, his laughter making you grin. You make him feel so blissfully normal that he forgets to be embarrassed by his slip of his true feelings.

“That’s all you have to say?”

You hum affirmatively, mirroring his own response to your prior question.

“I don’t want to make you sick of me before we even leave so yes, for now.”

Although he thinks it would be impossible for him to ever get sick of you despite the little bit of distance that still remains between the two of you, he appreciates your forethought. This trip is a means to finally win you over, uninterrupted.

“Alright. I’ll see you at five.”

He ends the call with your goodbye and confirmation of the plan and holds his phone to his chest for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly. Most of what he knows about you is secondhand information fed to him by the same friend who just accosted you for your plans with him, the two of them close thanks to her relationship with his best friend. She has filled in every blank he has ever had when it comes to you and he finds himself indulging in imagining you filling in the rest of it during his ride home.

Yes, this is a chance to get to know a pretty girl better but you aren’t just a pretty girl. You’re you. Patient, kind, funny, gracious…he could go on but stops himself, raising a perfectly arched white brow while he looks out the window and into the limitless sky, as blue as his eyes.

It’s time for him to figure out who he is if not Champion and he can’t wait to do it by the side of the most patient person he has ever met.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I have Piers crushing on a Pokepasta Reader? He's trying to be smooth but gets blushie around the trainer despite them having totally undead Pokémon and might bleed from their eyes ever now and then.

At first glance, Piers thought you were just a very strong trainer with a spooky getup you liked wearing 24/7. Similar to Allister except you were very committed to the act.

Though he quickly learns that while your team certainly gives off ghost-type vibes....they aren't all necessarily ghost types themselves.

There was your undead Cinderace who shattered both legs in a freak accident after a failed High Jump Kick, with said legs being reduced bloody stumps and sharp bones.

Next was a rusty Klang possessed by twin workers who died in an old Galarian factory over 50 years ago, forced to share a vessel that reminds them of their demise.

You even had an Arctovish who became aware that it was brought back "wrong" and snapped its neck in an attempt to force its head back into the normal position.

Oh, and there's a Lvl 1 Shiny Drifloon in your party, too. Nothing unusual nor tragic about it. It's just your "emotional support" 'mon.

Ofc Piers is concerned when he learns their stories, but sees they're happy with you, so he tries not to worry about it too much.

Somewhere down the line, he winds up developing a crush on you, especially when you asked him for a tour of Spikemuth bc you wanted to find a place to stay.

It was closed off to visitors who weren't doing the gym challenge, but for you he made an exception.

He tries being all cool/smooth with you as he talked about the town, his battles strategies, etc.

But even Marnie can see her big bro is madly in love with you, though if she mentions you in any way he tries changing the subject.

Around you, it's hard to hide his blush whenever he sees you petting his Obstagoon's fur, or when you wrap a scarf around your Arctovish's broken neck with such tenderness and care.

He blames it on the neon signs if you point it out.

Most of Team Yell knows his infatuation with you, but some grunts are lowkey terrified of you and have brought this up numerous times.

"Piers...haven't ya noticed they look like a bloody corpse??? Does that not freak you out???"

"...I've been called a walking corpse, too, and none of you are scared of me."

"But you ain't bleedin' from your peepers like them!!"

"Oh put a sock in it, you-"

Yeah, he gets very defensive over you.

Is he well aware you got some kind of curse following you around? Yes.

Is that gonna stop him from confessing to you via serenade when he works up the courage to do so?

No.

[etherfall]

Alder Adopts N AU: B&W Full Story

I've been mostly telling this story through scattered posts and have made quite a few adjustments to the OG story, so here is a post where I throw everything together. TY to everyone that has contributed suggestions! (I don't have a story for B&W2 yet but will get to that once I finish the game)

Also also I'm not the best at plot heavy stories so if you have any constructive criticism I would be happy to hear it!

TLDR: Alder finds & raises N instead of Ghetsis, causing a disruption in his plan of Unova domination. Years later after getting told that the champion Alder is raising a boy that can talk to Pokémon, Ghetsis seeks to re-capture N and continue his goal of awakening Reshiram to defeat the Champion & take over Unova.

Now for the very VERY detailed version:

History

For a bit of history, Ghetsis has a brother who is the embodiment of Virtue and Purity (This stems from my HC of the two brothers). They are part of the Harmonia bloodline who once ruled Unova many years ago. The brother is kind, generous, and has the ability to communicate with all people including Pokémon (this trait is passed through the purity line), which is why he was crowned King of the remaining followers of the Harmonia family (The Pokémon league kinda has government power over Unova now, but there are still people that live under the rule of the old Harmonia family). Ghetsis on the other hand is the embodiment of Evil. Because of this he never got the throne, and loathed his brother for it.

Ghetsis crafted a plan for him to be able to take the throne from his brother. Using a Cofagrigus (specifically the one on his team), he tricked his brother into getting sucked inside the coffin & mummified. N is very young at this point, leaving Ghetsis as the only available Harmonia member to the throne. He soon turned his attention to world domination.

With his brother dead and his son left, Ghetsis was going to take advantage of N's ability to talk to Pokémon (that he knew would be inherited from his father's ancestry) to summon Reshiram since he could not do it himself. He would convince people to free their Pokémon so he would be the only one who had control. Once Reshiram was freed he would be able to overtake the champion and rule all of Unova. Except his plan would soon be disrupted...

The castle was thrown into disarray. Those who disagreed with Ghetsis were casted out of the castle. In the chaos the young N disappeared, foiling Ghetsis's plan. N was later found in the woods by a group of Pokémon, who would be the ones that eventually raised him.

In the absence of the old King, Ghetsis created Team Plasma, manipulating the people who followed him into liberating Pokémon from trainers under the guise of good intentions. Team Plasma went into secrecy, operating away from the public eye.

Without N, Ghetsis didn't have a figure he could put at the forefront of his plan, so he turned to the next two available characters: Anthea and Concordia. While they probably weren't able to summon the dragon like N could, Ghetsis crowned the two sisters as the Queens of Team Plasma anyways. Maybe with their combined power they would be able to take down the champion and that would be enough. He acted as their closest advisor and kept a close eye on them, paranoid that the two might team up and conspire against him.

While this was going on, the Pokémon Champion Alder had fallen from grace. Once a generous and headstrong champion, he had completely abandoned his responsibilities and left all the work to the Elite 4 members. Alder once had a Volcarona that he had every since he was young. But in his pursuit for power to maintain his position as Champion he pushed his Volcarona too far, which led to it's death. In the aftermath of this he was wracked with grief and guilt, fearful that he hadn't listened to his Pokémon enough and caused its demise. His passion for battling wavered, and he casted aside his champion responsibilities to wander Unova instead.

One day while he was trekking through a forest, he stumbled upon a young boy who was with a couple Pokémon (It's N!). He was curious but also a little concerned, since the boy didn't seem to have any family around. Alder decided to take the boy in, ending his aimless wanderings to return to his home.

Alder raised N as his own son, initially getting him adjusted to society. He quickly realized that N had the special ability to talk to Pokémon. This peaked his interest and he began to teach N about the human and Pokémon connection, especially how it was strengthened during battling. He found that N's ability to talk to Pokémon made him a very effective trainer since he was able to connect to his Pokémon well. He started to mentor N, which re-sparked his own passion for Pokémon battling. Alder began to pick up his roles as champion again, owning up to his responsibility of protecting Unova.

While N is living with Alder he has a very lively childhood. He and Alder like to wander around & explore Unova together, and spend a lot of time outdoors interacting with the wild Pokémon. N gets to meet a lot of different kinds of people, and sees the special connection that both people and Pokémon have together.

Alder encouraged N to use his powers wisely, recognizing that his ability to communicate with Pokémon gave him a lot of advantages. However he entrusted N's good will and never doubted that his son would use his abilities for good deeds.

N's team consists of the Zoroark, Sawsbuck, Darmanitan and Swoobat that raised him in the woods. On his journey through Unova he is amazed by the Klinks in Chargestone Cave, and one ends up following him/evolving into Klinklang. Finally his last Pokémon is an abandoned/injured Deino that he found in the woods. He raises it into a Hydreigon through compassion rather than hate. (Credit: Klinklang, Hydreigon)

News spread that the previously disgraced champion now had an adopted son who was becoming an exceptional Pokémon trainer. N was rising the ranks, growing closer to those around Alder (See here for Elite 4) and shaping up to be a possible future champion.

However, this news also spread to Ghetsis. The Shadow Triad came to Ghetsis one day with the news that Champion Alder had adopted a son who could talk to Pokémon, and they believed he could be the lost son N. Ghetsis was surprised, but now had hope that he would be able to summon the dragon once again if he could just get ahold of N. He sends the Shadow Triad to spy on N and Alder.

B&W Arc

By this time, N is around 18-20 years old. Alder has resumed his role as champion, and him and the Elite 4 are once again on good terms. Since Alder is busy with his duties N becomes the wandering one, traveling around Unova to talk to trainers & their Pokémon

This is when the protag starts their journey. They essentially go through the same B&W game story as a trainer traveling through Unova. I'm not gonna go through all the details, just the parts where there are differences.

The protag fights the sisters (alternating between A&C) in Accumula town & Nacrene city as they question the new trainer about the ethics of Pokémon battling, and later outside the Mistralton gym.

The protag first meets N at Nimbasa city, where he is staring up at the Ferris wheel. He introduces himself and talks to the protag about his fascination for Ferris wheels (as expected), and notes the protag's strong connection w/their Pokémon before wishing them good luck on their journey.

The protag meets Alder & N at route 5, where they introduce themselves as free-spirited father & son. They've been scoping out an increase in Team Plasma activity and warns the protag to be careful. They also appear together before Twist mountain with this same mission.

The protag finds N in Chargestone cave, peering at the crystals in wonder. He has a conversation with them & helps them battle past the grunts in the cave before heading off (Suggest here).

Atop the dragonspiral tower, the protag encounters Ghetsis with the Light stone, lifting it up into the air as he tries to summon the dragon to no avail. He sees the player approach and makes a hasty retreat

The sisters appear at Relic Castle a final time in search of the Dark stone for Ghetsis. Alder is there with the protag and warns the sisters that what they are attempting to do is not as good as they think it will be. The sisters ignore his words, vowing that they will defeat him and liberate all Pokémon

When N is traveling through the forest, he is attacked by the Shadow Triad. They expect the fight to be quick but N is strong, battling back ferociously. They were ordered not to hurt N but being unable to defeat him, the Shadow Triad barrel through N's Pokémon and take him hostage, forcing his Pokémon to stop fighting in fear of hurting him. N convinces his team that he'll be alright, reluctantly leaving with the Shadow Triad as they disappear into the woods.

N's Pokémon come barreling into Alders home in a panic. Alder can't understand what they are trying to say to him but he realizes that something bad must have happened to N. He contacts all the gym leaders, and they all start a huge search for him.

Eventually Skyla reports back to Alder that during a flight across the region she saw Team Plasma's castle rising up to engulf the Elite four, as well as N being taken into Team Plasma's castle.

Alder comes running up to Drayden after the protag defeats him in Opelucid city, begging him for help. The Team Plasma castle had risen up and trapped the Elite four members within their confines. N had also been kidnapped by Ghetsis. He was gathering all the gym leaders to put a stop to their plan

Meanwhile in the castle, N is locked inside an empty room for multiple days (ironically the room that would have been his childhood room in cannon). He is upset and confused about what is going on, sometimes banging on the door & demanding an explanation while other times trying to reassure himself that he will be rescued. The two sisters come to visit him every once in a while to talk to him about Ghetsis's plans of liberation for the greater good of Pokémon. N is understandably unhappy with his situation but doesn't lash out at the sisters, instead seeing them as misguided. He tries to convince them that their world view is wrong. The two sisters secretly take an interest in N and his ideals, as they start to question their own beliefs with every conversation they have with him.

One day, the sisters come to the door and tell him that Ghetsis has called him to summon the dragon. The sisters guide N to the throne room and are greeted by Ghetsis. They are about to enter together except Ghetsis stops the sisters, takes N and slams the doors shut. The sisters are shocked but realize too late that Ghetsis has just locked them out of the room with the Light stone, leaving N and the dragon alone in his malicious grasp.

Once they are in the room N turns to Ghetsis, demanding an answer for everything. Ghetsis puts on a facade and lies to N, claiming that he is his true father and has been searching for him all this time. N is shocked, falsely believing his words are the truth. Ghetsis explains his plan to liberate Pokémon from people, claiming that Alder is the one that is in the wrong. Ghetsis then asks N to kindly help him free the dragon from the stone, "fulfill his duty as a son of the Harmonia family" so to speak.

N eventually succumbs to Ghetsis's lies and frees Reshiram from the light stone. Ghetsis is overjoyed, having finally gotten the dragon from his plan. He heard from the Shadow Triad that Alder was making his way up the castle, and awaits his arrival. Unbeknownst to them the protag would reach the room first.

The protag makes their way up the castle and stops at this very door, finding A&C helplessly trying to get in. The two queens express their feelings of betrayal. They were expecting to summon the dragon together and witness the start of a better future for Unova. But after Ghetsis locked them out they realized his true intentions were not for good but for evil.

Once the protag breaks in with A&C, they find Ghetsis with Reshiram, and N standing off to the side. Sensing Reshiram, Zekrom awakens from the dark stone in challenge. Ghetsis, angry that the protag has interrupted him, orders Reshiram to attack. The two dragons begin to battle.

Halfway through the battle N calls out to Reshiram to stop fighting. He had been pondering on the side and decided that Ghetsis's ideals were flawed. Ghetsis is shocked and argues back, demanding that N stop this nonsense. But N refuses to back down, deciding that he would rather put his trust into all of the lessons that Alder has taught him over the years. How Pokémon and people are better together and push each other to greater heights. Reshiram stops fighting and flies to N's, putting an end to the battle and leaving Ghetsis's side.

(TW: Violence) Ghetsis is furious. He swings his cane in a fit of rage and strikes N, knocking him to the ground. A&C run forward in a panic but are blocked by Ghetsis's team. The protag attempts to battle him but loses the fight. Ghetsis orders his Pokémon to attack everyone in the room. At this moment, Alder has made his way up to the top of the castle

Alder charges into the room with N's pokemon team by his side. He sees N injured and angrily turns to Ghetsis. Before he can send out his own Pokémon, N's team has already charged forwards and started battling Ghetsis's team. Thematically, N's team is victorious because they have all been raised with care and compassion, not cruelty.

Once Ghetsis's team is defeated, Alder sends out his own Pokémon to surround & prevent him from escaping. However, the Shadow Triad swoop in and take Ghetsis away, leaving behind their Bisharp & Ghetsis's injured team to defend their retreat. Alder makes quick work of the Pokémon but by that time Ghetsis has already escaped

Alder wants to go after Ghetsis but decides to help N first. They embrace and N apologizes for worrying Alder, which Alder immediately dismisses. They get ready to leave and then realize that Anthea and Concordia have disappeared among the chaos.

Aftermath

The gym leaders have rounded up as many grunts as they can and take them away while the castle is abandoned. Ghetsis has fled the castle and his whereabouts are now unknown. The dragons return to their stone forms and peace returns to Unova.

Alder drops the protag off at their house before he then takes N home. N is understandably shaken up about what happened, and now also confused about the information Ghetsis has told him. Alder assures N that Ghetsis isn't his true father, but admits that he doesn't know if N is actually part of the Harmonia family line. N says it doesn't matter, since Alder will always be his true father to him (Alder will definitely not admit that this made him tear up a bit).

One day there is a gentle knock at their door. Alder opens it and is surprised to see the former Queens of Team Plasma at their door. He is a little hesitant to talk to them at first, but they tentatively say that they mean no trouble. After the collapse of Team Plasma they were freed from Ghetsis's control and fled in fear. But now that the castle was abandoned they wanted to learn more about the world they had misunderstood all their lives. They apologized profusely about what happened, saying that they truly had no knowledge of Ghetsis's intentions. N assures Alder that the sisters cared for him back at the castle, and they plan out a little plot of land nearby where the sisters can build a cabin to stay in.

Thus begins a moment of recovery & peace as Team Plasma's presence fades away...for now

[jiracheer]

Heyy! If you write for raihan (idk if u do I’m sorry) but may I req a raihan x reader (fem if u want with a overprotective Glaceon they grew up with?

authors note ; i do write for raihan <3 i love the idea of this omg thank u sm for sending in a request!! <3 i hope ur okay that i did hcs since i was havin a bit of a hard time writing what i wanted to put down </3

new year, new layout. hopefully y'all like it >:)

tags ; gender neutral reader / established pkmn (glaceon) / gen n humor / no beta we die like men

wc ; 948

❄️you've had your glaceon since it was an egg. it was gifted to you on your 5th birthday with the promise of it being your life-long partner

❄️so once you were old enough to explore the world, your now newly hatched eevee was by your side through thick and thin. you both participated in whatever tournaments were happening, and even went as far as to challenge the champion at the time

❄️of course, you lost, which was a bit hard to take at the time, but that leon kid showed a lot of potential- and it helped that he quickly befriended you afterward. your eevee was rather fond of him and his team, and so were you

❄️so when leon introduced you to his other friends; sonia and raihan, you were ecstatic. you really felt like you were part of something! and your sweet eevee was able to befriend their pokemon, and of course, them as well in the process

❄️there was just... one thing that was a bit off. when eevee was ready to evolve, and you gave it the choice to evolve, it chose to become a glaceon. which you were thrilled about! raihan though? not so much

❄️he wasn't as dramatic as other dragon-type trainers who despise ice types, no it wasn't that

❄️he was upset that your glaceon basically was copying him

❄️it didn't take long for you to notice how similar his headband was to glaceon's fringe. it honestly made you laugh for a good 5 minutes

❄️and when raihan, jokingly, snapped at you for laughing at his demise? that's when your glaceon really came into touch with her cold nature

❄️it was quick to nip at his ankle with a pretty cold ice fang, causing him to jolt and shriek at the touch

❄️and from there on out, your glaceon was pretty guarded with raihan, especially when he was around you

❄️you knew that raihan didn't mean to lash out like that, it was all in fun and games- and you knew he wasn't actually upset

❄️it's just.... your glaceon didn't understand

❄️and it got worse overtime

❄️anytime raihan would get near you, glaceon would snap it's teeth at him or hit him with one of it's attacks to get him as far away from you as possible

❄️but when it came to the others; leon, kabu, gordie, hop, and whatever other male. glaceon seemed fine

❄️it just had a problem with him

❄️and it only got worse when the two of you started dating, and it especially became a problem when you moved into raihan's apartment many years later

❄️"we need to figure out this... problem. with your glaceon." raihan seemed serious, which was rare to see

❄️"maybe you two just need to bond. see where it goes from there, rai." a simple kiss to his cheek made him sigh, but he knew he had to make an effort

❄️because you were really trying your best! you've spoken to your glaceon, sought out help from sonia and professor magnolia

❄️now he had to step up to the plate

❄️so for months would raihan try to hand feed glaceon treats, only to be swiped at, or risk the possibility of getting frostbite

❄️he'd take over it's daily walks only to be dragging it around the neighborhood

❄️social media really had a blast with that one

❄️he'd take it to all of it's appointments, he'd even go as far as to try to bathe it

❄️which he'll never do again

❄️this goes on for what feels like forever, and raihan simply... gives up

❄️he flops onto you, head nestled against your stomach with his arms wrapped around your waist

❄️"I think your glaceon hates me."

❄️a soft coo sounded from you, your hand found his back and rubbed it. "you're making progress babe... you are."

❄️all he could do is sigh and express his woes to you, confessing to you that he wants to get along with your glaceon for the sake of your relationship. he loves you, and he loves you deeply, and he can't imagine anyone else that he'd rather spend his life with

❄️his words warm your heart and makes you kiss him, bringing him closer to you if possible

❄️raihan leans into your touch and sighs, mumbling how maybe he can ask his fans for advice- but he shudders at the idea. yeah no, he isn't doing that. that'll ruin his reputation

❄️just as he's about to push himself off of you, he feels pressure on his back. he thinks it's your hand but he holds his breath when he feels a familiar brush of cold air against the back of his neck

❄️you're just as quiet, also holding in your breath as you witness your glaceon pad over raihan's back to prop itself on his head to look at you, a soft cry sounding from it

❄️it was hungry

❄️you and raihan exchanged looks before you questioned your partner pokemon

❄️"are you... hungry?"

❄️a sound of agreement

❄️"then let's go eat dinner." raihan is who speaks next and he half expects a sound of disagreement from the ice type, but it never comes. instead, it jumps off of him to patiently sit on the floor, tail waving in the air

❄️you're just sitting there, baffled. raihan can't help but be just as surprised

❄️"see? I told you you're making progress."

❄️a sigh rings deep from dragon-type leader's chest, but a toothy smile appears on his face. you were right. he was making progress, and hopefully soon it'll blossom into a good relationship with the pokemon

❄️because he wanted to take your relationship to the next level, and he wanted glaceon's approval

[half-developed-frontal-lobe]

A continuation of:

'Who trained Widowmaker?'

An analysis on Ana's sniping skills, how they've changed. Widow's sniping skills, and the skills the person/people who trained her needed.

This is a continuation of this post.

Thank you @professionalranter31 for asking these questions! I had a lot to consider while writing!

If we were to have a hero/person like this, we'd need to account for what Widow learned in training, and what Ana lacks in her skill set as a sniper (before and after she got her eye shot out).

These people/person would have the advantage on Ana's weak points, but similarities in Widow's skills.

Widow wasn't taught on how to kill just Ana. She needs to be an effective sniper for every target she's given. Mondatta, Ana, Vialli's henchmen, etc.

Ana was a well known threat to enemy snipers in the past. She posed as a bigger caution for Talon, Widow, and the trainer.

Ana's sniping skills/weak points:

Before her eye got taken.

Before she got her eye shot out, Ana's right eye had a cybernetic enhancement that allowed her to see 6x more than her normal vision.

She had an advantage in perceptive distance, with a powerful rifle to pack a heavy punch.

With the Kinamura, I don't think the gun itself has anything to do with Ana's skill overall. It's used to get the job done, but only the person holding the rifle has a say in whether they hit or miss.

Another note to add is that Ana rarely needs the scope. Meaning that iron sights alone are enough for her to make a clean shot.

She had drones that she could manually control to detonate. You could call that a defensive action. But it's nothing that conveys her skills as a marksman.

She uses it to clear the unknown sniper (Widow) out of a building, and give herself time to reposition.

However, mobility is something that Ana lacks, even in these comics, Amelié is notably faster than Ana's tracking and reaction time.

You can tell when Ana first thinks that there are two snipers. Widow's capability of shooting and moving at fast paces is something Ana struggles against.

When she does see Amelié, she uses the terrain to bounce her shot, and hits her target.

Ana considers this to be "maybe the toughest shot she has ever made".

If she can't see her target, she can't predict her shots. It's only after she sees Amelié that she shoots. She has no form of recon.

In the end, Ana's hesitation is the one weak point that causes her demise. It was a long enough time for Amelié to grab her rifle, aim, and hit her mark.

Weak Points:

Lack of Mobility

Hesitation (Specifically with Widow)

Persistence in Vision (Difficulty Tracking)

Strong Points:

Long Range Perception (With Cybernetic Aid) She rarely needs a scope.

Location Repositioning Skills

Strong Defensive Tactics

Ana's Sniping skills/weak points:

After losing her eye.

She's still a great sniper, but no longer has her cybernetic enhancement nor a highly accurate rifle that can do lethal amounts of damage per shot.

Her sleep darts and biotic nades are defensive abilities, meaning she still doesn't have that mobility that she was missing before.

In the New Blood comics, she is still able to reposition effectively with Fareeha's help as her and Cassidy run from Talon. Nonetheless, she is missing a few key parts from her past.

Ana's changes:

Biotic Rifle (no longer Kinamura)

No longer has Cybernetic Eye (Cannot use iron sights for long ranged targets)

Choices and Hesitation towards Widow (Definitely)

Sleep darts instead of drones

Weak Points:

Lack of Mobility

Persistence in Vision

Strong Points:

Repositioning Skills

Strong Defensive Tactics

Unlike the Widow's Kiss, the Biotic Rifle is a one bullet projectile shot when out of scope. It still does the same amount of damage as Ana's down sights. If you hit your shots.

In comparison, Widow's Kiss is an SMG when out of scope, and the shots are more scattered and spread out after a short duration, but it's much easier to hit someone with it being a hitscan.

Widowmaker's skills/weak points:

We don't really know much about Amelié's training, but we do know that in the end, she went through rigorous amounts of physiological and psychological changes. Slowing her heart rate, turning her skin blue, and essentially suppressing her emotions. Said emotions can only be shown when she is about to eliminate/eliminates someone.

Like Mondatta's assassination.

There's also a post here that I think is eye opening about Widowmaker. It dives into Widow's character and how she's written/rewritten.

Her speed and mobility give her an escape route if she is cornered or needs to reposition. She also has a Venom Mine, much like Bio-nade, that she can use defensively and aggressively.

She does has some downsides. Widow struggles from tunnel visioning on her objective.

I think that her own need for adrenaline rush is why she's so one track minded when it comes to getting the job done.

Amelié struggles with spacial awareness, and you can see it in the Overwatch animations.

She was trained as an assassin, for isolated and planned out attacks.

She's better where she has space and the upper hand to attack. If someone is attacking her directly without having time to prepare, she's vulnerable. Unlike Ana, who is trained in close combat.

The only way she's able to catch a disruption the second time with Mondatta is because her infra-sight helmet is what detects Tracer's blinking.

Widow's helmet is what aids her in the one thing that she struggles with the most. Probably why it's mostly used during the times of the kill, even though she's got a clear shot on Mondatta.

Perhaps it's something she wasn't able to fix on technique due to her physiological and psychological changes.

Weak Points:

Spacial Awareness (Tunnel Vision)

Addiction for the rush

Close Combat skills

Strong Points:

Mobility

Speed

Recon and Tracking (with help of infra-sight)

The Trainer's skills/weak points:

None of this is a canon character, but if Widow considered these people or person to be the best to train her, this is a theory on what they'd be like.

If it was a group of people teaching Widow how to snipe, perhaps they'd all have different skill sets. Alternating between teachers.

If Widow was taught by one person, and they were considered 'the best', this person might be neurotic. Honing in a hyper awareness to their surroundings.

I don't doubt would be the case if you were a sniper who works in Talon. This person could have been forced into the organization unwilling. They'd be jumpy and tense.

Wanting to avoid the tribulation of Talon, they're keen on doing what they're told. I wouldn't doubt if they did have trauma from it being long term.

This could also be a downside, when you're aware of everything, they need to pick priority, but there's an overstimulating amount of alerts coming in.

An example would be Peter Parker discovering his powers in TASM.

It may take them a while to fully reconnect with their team after they fuss over minor details/movements that are invisible to other teammates.

Something that they're physically skilled at, that Ana and Widow both naturally struggle with.

They should have knowledge with rifles and combat (defense and mobility) from someone who's associated with those things. It's not explored by Antonio, but discovered by Akande.

I'd assume their skills are not fully unleashed and explored until Akande takes power over Talon.

They fully haven't eliminated any targets until Akande takes that leadership role. They might have seen death under Antonio's rule, but haven't participated until later on.

Such eliminations include Vialli's henchmen, old Talon friends of Antonio, the regular bounties of Talon, etc.

This also makes me think they could've been put into Talon at a young age, unconsciously coping with stress by diving into work head on.

If this person were to have trained Widow, they'd have to be completely in the know with her physiological and psychological change to incorporate it into her training.

They would have seen Amelié trying to cope with her kidnapping/Gerard's murder, in a similar way they did with their coercion, except it's a more avant-garde approach.

Weak Points:

Neurotic

Perfectionist

Lack of Ambition

Disconnected (specifically from their team)

Strong Points:

Spacial Hyper Awareness and Tracking

Insanely accurate shots (ricochets or dead on)

Strong Defensive

Mobility

With their weak points, they're a person who will get the job done right, but not because they want to. There's nothing in it for them. They do it because they're told to.

They can hit their shots, but don't seem themselves as 'good enough'. This could at some point hinder them. There is no cause, why are they doing it?

Survival.

I like Ana's line,

"We all have a cause worth fighting for."

Because it may completely differ for this character, who's main goal is just to get by in life. This character had their goals ruined at very young age.

They could have wanted to go a different route instead of working with war and money in Talon. Maybe they're skillful in something else.

That is entirely up for debate depending on where this character is from.

They could find their old and new goals, reviving their passions and objectives.

Their understanding and learning of Widow's experimentation could uproot old goals in their quest for redemption.

They'd grasp concepts of healing after being surrounded by that environment, where their weaknesses (perfectionism & neuroticism) could help them understand how to aid the less fortunate people in Talon.

Whether or not they leave Talon after seeing something they had a part in creating; a cutthroat sleeper agent with no means of remorse. They do find reason in leaving and try to redeem themselves for not stopping it in the past.

However, this is all just a theory and in no way canon, so please tell me what you think about it, and feel free to add your own perspective.

Abilities:

My take on it-

Their passive should rely on recon.

An example might be Wraith's Passive or Seer's Passive from Apex Legends.

A passive where footsteps and movement can pinpoint where the enemy is hiding.

Detecting enemy heartbeats through walls but not being able to see their outline.

Either movement, heart beats, where it's scattered when not scoped in, but extremely accurate on one target when aiming down sights. Audio triggers.

Other heartbeats are softened but still present.

A heartbeat sensor by the cross hair.

Rapid heartbeats for unseen injured allies or low health enemies.

I would love to see an enemy widow eliminate someone and see the effect of their heart rate spiking (because of Widow's character), giving away their position.

For their tactical abilities, defense and mobility, should imitate something like Widow's.

Horizontal or Vertical grapple where momentum depends on when you let go. Like a pendulum.

Less accurate zip up, more of a swinging motion.

Wall stick, much like Talon's assassins, capability to hug the wall for a period of time.

For the primary weapon. I took inspiration from how the Triple Take in AL works.

Down sight spread is slowly decreased after a period of time. Longer the choke, more precise the shot. The more damage on one target.

Hip fire has the scatter spread similar of Widow's Kiss and the fire rate that is similar to Ana's biotic rifle.

Possible Ultimates:

Limited timed accurate shots that can ricochet off of hard surfaces from tight angles.

Aiming is necessary. A line that turns red when detecting a target. Or yellow/green for healing an ally.

Movement from enemy greatly effects this ultimate. Can be paired with recon abilities from other heroes.

Choke still applies to rifle but charge up might be reduced.

Or a different ultimate would be:

Limited time shots through walls.

Harming enemies or aiding allies.

Regular precision choke still applies to rifle.

Of course these are just ideas. If this ever were tossed into the game I do think that a lot of balancing would be involved. But if this is the 'best' that Widow says, time would be a precious thing for this character.

There's another part of me wondering if this character would even pick up a rifle anymore, knowing what they've done in the past. So maybe they wouldn't use a rifle? Maybe something else.

(that was a lot of writing, I'm gonna go take a nap)

[komsomolka]

The sporting field was an area in which the GDR excelled and produced world-class sports men and women in surprising numbers given its small population. In the last Olympic Games in which the GDR took part, in Seoul, it won 37 gold, 35 silver and 30 bronze medals. Since its demise much publicity has been given to the use of performance enhancing drugs and the misuse of steroids as a means of explaining away the GDR’s sports achievements. While some abuse undoubtedly took place, it would be nonsense to accept that this alone explained the GDR’s sporting successes. As we now know very well, the abuse and use of steroids was widespread throughout the sporting world.

What gives the lie to the accusation that the GDR’s sports trainers were merely ‘drug pushers’ is the fact that, after unification, in successive winter and summer Olympic Games as well as in world competitions, the lion’s share of medals for Germany still went to former GDR sportsmen and women.

Stasi State or Socialist Paradise? The German Democratic Republic and What Became of It by Bruni de la Motte & John Green with Seumas Milne (Contributor), 2015.

[destiny-in-the-universe]

Concepts for the Pokemon x RC9GN AU

Alright, this is officially take two of my attempts to explain this... weird crossover no one asked for!

as for the descendant Randy AU, that's going to be done completely separately so, let's get right on to it!

General Infodump

The Pokemon AU takes place in a fictional region that is supposed to replace Norrisville- and Norrisville is one of the towns of said region, but we start off with our two title leads - Randy and Howard - about to head off on their journey to become Pokemon trainers. Randy's parents are a little bit miffed about it for undisclosed plot reasons, but they don't stop him when he does decide to leave. I like to think the Sorcerer isn't literally a disheveled frog-looking thing but more so something else (brain isn't brain'ing right now-)

McFist and Viceroy are both part of an organization that is a little like, say Team Rocket but with more merit to what they're doing- and are one of the many foes that Randy now has to face, but to add onto all of this-

I literally don't know how to incorporate the Ninja lore into this unless I decided to have the Ninja as this protector of the entire region, instead of just Norrisville. Thinking that the bond between the Ninja and their Pokemon team is going to be more... ahems, magical? No- a word I can't think of right now, fuck English right now

The tengu was either a legendary or mythical bird Pokemon, of course with an element of fire because hello? We can't have anything less, but moving on! The whole thing with the stone still went down though I'm still trying to tie this all together to say the least

Additional Lore Bits

Stanked monsters don't exist in the same way as the RC9GN canon- that's all I got right now to be honest

The group that McFist and Viceroy are a part of- their goals are wanting to use Pokemon as their own personal army, and make them stronger and better in order to take on the Ninja. What they don't realize, however, is that there's actual significance behind the Ninja's appearance (tying this into cultural aspects perhaps? we'll see how this works out later-)

So, how does the Ninja work in this, you ask? I like to think that there were always warriors protecting Norrisville from imminent danger but nothing was ever as strong and dangerous as the Sorcerer. When Finja and his clan came to be, the Sorcerer was utilizing dark relics in order to take over the entire region but of course, like anything- this began going south which led to the intervention from the Norisu 9. Unfortunately, this ended up going extremely dire and Finja was the only one left- no one quite managed to figure out what happened to everyone else but using the feathers of a legendary Pokemon, he managed to create something no one had ever managed to do before

Now to keep this from being too similar to the RC9GN canon, I'm not sure what to do after this- but I still want to reference some stuff honestly? I can't tell you what that is yet, this is all just a prototype idea for now but this is where things get a little interesting...

Finja and the Sorcerer face off in a great battle, and the Sorcerer meets his demise- imprisoned- but Finja is left horrendously weakened and injured, and his fate- for now- will remain undetermined

Skip to modern day, and this is where we're introduced to Randy and Howard, the pair are heading off on their Pokemon trainer journey- Randy wants the glory of being a trainer, but he also just feels he needs to do what's right and getting to face the gym leaders gives him that sensation; Howard is only going because he doesn't want to be alone hahah, he hasn't quite figured out what he wants to do yet

As their journey continues, Randy ends up catching a lot of fighting and fire types, including one that's a poison type while Howard's tend to be a little different- i'm thinking fire at the very least but there are others

i'm going insane trying to write this in a way that actually makes sense, was too focused on finding trainer card templates and now i have to pick their Pokemon and add it to the card-

but okay, let's move on

Character Concepts

Randy Cunningham: 14 years old. Randy's the son of a retired Pokemon trainer, though he knows nothing beyond that- coughs, and his mother's a nurse for Pokemon! He starts his Pokemon trainer journey a little bit late, but he's determined to take on the gym leaders, like it's something he has to do. As he and Howard embark on the adventure, they end up having to deal with a weird... metallic Pokemon, and Randy's kind of losing his marbles (but he also is weirdly ecstatic about the whole thing-). Sometime during this, he encounters an ancient relic which apparently is a book and has everything about how to be a better trainer, how to fight with your team, all of it. The author's not written anywhere in it but he eventually gets the hang of it- even if he constantly misinterprets the lessons and takes twice as long to figure it out.

The deal with this kid is he's extremely impulsive and likes to blindly rush at danger- also the fact he immediately jumps to conclusions when something happens, because he'll accidentally warp the lessons into something that benefits him. Though, his bond with his team continues to strengthen- and if he happens to accidentally realize exactly how he can utilize this to his advantage, well, let's just say something interesting is going to happen. (my current plan is that he create a link with the Pokemon and active their powers for him to be able to use as well-)

Howard Weinerman: Howard is around the same age as Randy. He's not very interested in a lot of things- but he despises being alone and decides to tag on Randy's trainer journey with him, embarking on the strangest adventure he's ever had. Unlike Randy, however, he only seems to care about things that benefit him which isn't entirely the case as he seems to also worry about Randy's safety- especially with the amount of times that his friend just blindly gets into a fight with their enemies. Howard is exceptionally stubborn, though at the end of the day, he manages to do what's right too- albeit a little reluctantly.

And yes, I'm going to link him to the tengu- things might work out a little bit differently in this version for obvious reasons, but I will manage a way for it to work.

Debbie Kang: Debbie Kang is one of the other Pokemon trainers that accompanies Randy and Howard on their journey- unlike the boys, she's not trying to take on the gym leaders and seems more interested in becoming a reporter, attempting to grab the latest scoop on things happening around the region. Unfortunately, she gets involved in the current ploy McFist and Viceroy are doing- and, well, Debbie has no idea what she's getting into and she and her liepard are about to uncover something much bigger is happening. She happens to be relentless in her endeavors, preferring the sense of danger but needing to reel herself back in or risk endangering the entire party. [Details are still pending]

Theresa Fowler: On the other hand, we have Theresa- unlike Debbie, who's completely willing to throw herself into a path of danger for a scoop, Theresa is a little more cautious. She worries constantly about her friends, not wanting to see them get hurt and sometimes acts as the voice of reason (Debbie can be, but she also wants to expose McFist and Viceroy, and that gets in the way at times-). She frets a lot, but she also is a good fighter and will intervene if the rest of her team is injured.

I like to consider these four as the title characters, and that the other Norrisville High students are more in the background- although I'm also trying to figure something out with Julian.

Undeveloped Ideas

The Nomicon is an ancient relic- as mentioned before, it's a training tool for the current Ninja, or whatever adjacent theme is being followed; unlike the canon, however, the book has more of a connection with the user and can interact with them even via dreams and has a human form (though this isn't something that happens too often-). [Details still pending!]

Tengu - Legendary Pokemon/Fire Type. The tengu was always more of a neutral party in all of this, but things changed... and this led to certain events taking place- even before Finja managed to infuse the tengu's feathers into... something.

Shadow Warrior's Temple - central theme to the storyline. details still in the works- potentially some of the things from it will be used by Randy, but this is about as far as I got.

Unfortunately, this is most what I have- the idea came to me out of nowhere and I need to develop it more because this sounds and looks like garbled nonsense- I kind of would like some thoughts on it-? Though this isn't inherently necessarily at the same time-

I'm going to be fleshing this out eventually, just please be patient! Because apparently, I don't know when to quit-

I'm kind of more excited for building the Pokemon teams than the lore though hahaha

[accursedeyes]

Hello. My name is Lilith. I am a Gym Leader for an unofficial league currently residing in Johto. I prevail with the assistance of ghost type pokemon.

Please forgive me for my trainer card. Their camera was broken when they printed my ID, so I had to pick some default girl. Besides, my true appearance is stranger.

[ooc below cut]

- Pelipper mail is open

- Musharna mail is closed (she does not sleep)

- Magic anon is closed

Lilith was a dark type gym leader who died in an avalanche on mount silver with her zoroark, succumbing to the frostbite rather than the impact. Her spirit possessed an old mannequin because she was discontent with her demise, and her zoroark returned as a ghost type.

I forgot to mention that @bl0ckbuilder is my main account. Whoopsies.

[sapphireseafarer]

Ughhh, can’t BELIEVE I let Brendan talk me into this…

Hi, I’m uh… you don’t need to know my real name, so just call me Sapphire. Or Saph works too, I guess?

I’m a new trainer from Hoenn startin’ my journey. Gonna try gettin’ all the gym badges, filling the Pokédex, all that fun stuff! Or whatever…

This is me ‘n my Mudkip (now Marshstomp), Pebble. He was a gift from Professor Birch. He’s also the lil rascal in my profile picture.

Does this photo look okay? I tried to strike a cool pose…

Uh- anyways, right now Pebble is all I got but I’ll update my team as my journey goes along. I mean, if I manage to catch anything that is. Never mind, I have more little bastards too now.

Team:

-Pebble (M Marshstomp)

-Morel (M Breloom)

-Sandwich (F Kadabra)

-Penelope (F Pikachu)

(( OOC ))

(( hi! new pokeblog alert! this is a blog for my Hoenn MC, Arcelia- but right now she’s going by Sapphire to stay on the down low. for plot reasons that will be explained later! basically I’m replaying Alpha Sapphire and wanted to document her journey, but in roleplay format.

-no NSFW, character is a minor.

-Pelipper Mail and any variants are on

-Magic Anons are on, but if it’s something I don’t feel like doing I might delay answering or just ignore.

this blog takes place in the Heroverse, aka same universe as my other blog @pinkhairandpokemon, but isn’t set in the same time as that blog- for now, at least. you can still check out that blog’s pinned for more info on the Heroverse timeline though, or you can check out this post

if you follow me on @xgoldenlatiasx then you might already know Arcelia’s lore, but if you don’t I’ll give a quick rundown (you can skip reading this though if you’d rather not know what to expect):

Arcelia is the daughter of Archie, and grew up a member of Team Aqua. Her whole life, she had complete confidence in Archie’s goals… at least, until the night she’s visited by a strange prophetic vision of her father meeting his demise at the hands of Kyogre.

Scared and unsure of how to confront her dad, she runs away, where she soon ends up in Littleroot Town. After saving Professor Birch from a wild Poochyena, she’s offered a roof over her head and warm place to sleep at his lab. Over the last few weeks, she’s been trying to repay him by acting as an assistant alongside his son Brendan… but it hasn’t exactly been easy work. Noticing her stress, Birch offered her a Pokémon of her own and suggested she go with Brendan on a trip around the region, in order to fill the Pokédex and collect all eight gym badges.

Now embarking on her journey, she’s excited but hesitant- both with the knowledge of her father’s possible fate looming over her, and the unfamiliar world she’d been warned was cold and unforgiving waiting for her to explore.

Arcelia has more stuff that’ll happen after her journey, so at some point you might see a big timeskip into her adulthood. for now though: Hoenn shenanigans GO!! ))

[thesmpisonfire]

Now some info about the people from Hisui in the pla au

- Phil is the Galaxy Team commander, he organizes the settlement and basically rules it around. He is natural from Galar but this ain't his first settlement, the one he lived before was destroyed by pokemon

- Etoiles is the Survey Corps leader, he's out there making sure everyone comes back alive but he also believes that the ppl he allows in the team can survive out there and at least punch a luxray on the snout and run away

- Niki is one of the survey corps, she's the youngest one in the team at the moment and is just getting hand of everything

- Maxo is the pokemon professor, came from Paldea to create the first pokedex and started in Hisui since he has better structure there than at home

- Fit is the trainer at the battle grounds, one of the few in the village that don't fear the pokemons and is very skilled in guiding them into battle

- Foolish is the leader of the Diamond Clan!! He loves valuing the land and everything around him as a divine gift

- Bad is the leader of the Pearl Clan! Talks about time any moment he gets and how its precious and everything passes in the blink of an eye

- Tina is a Pearl Clan member, she helps with the plants and ended up also going to Jubilife Village to help their crops

- Jaiden is a Diamond Clan member, she used to be a warden for Lord Arcanine until its early demise, now she taked care of the Lord's pups together with another Diamond Clan kid named Bobby that likes to play with the growlites

- ElQuackity is a Ginkgo guild member that first made contact with Cellbit when he fell, introducing him to the guild and making him a member, before both becoming friends and ElQ telling all about Hisui's legends to Cell

[jugofthebug]

yet another fakemon dump! 1- Vaxalith, Syrigard: Poison/Steel types that come in different variants depending on where they live. They can also refill and empty their innards to medicate people or take down prey 2- Asturret, Furtana, Skoom: Fairy/Ground types that are known for their compassion, brightening up Gado's pitch black nights with their nose to help guide people away from danger 3- Carbaladin, Carbryon: Carbink evolutions that have evolved to protect themselves and Gadonian Diancie, they will always put her first, even before a trainer they have come to trust 4- Grinmare, Jestlin, Smirklin: Dark/Fairy types that love to play tricks on unsuspecting hikers in the forest, often leading them to their demises for their own amusement 5- Flufibon: Normal/Ice type that is basically Gado's Blissey, they often help around Pokecenters and Hospitals for their caring nature and ability to relieve stress 6- Mamothor, Mamosnow, Fissil: Steel types that plow snow off of Gado's roads and railroads. Theyre often paired with Excavice, plowing the snow into mounds, so that Excavice can eat them and disperse it back into the air as snowflakes 7- Peacoo, Sundara, Solstride: Light/Flying types that are quite popular for fashion contests in Gado for their flamboyant personality and natural beauty

[shrimplymoray]

Question for 🧪 since I don’t think I’ve heard about the Cyberpunk AU. Could I get an overview? What is each character’s general role in the universe?

Answering this first since it half answers the other ask

HIHI THANKS FOR JOINING!!

The Cyberpunk AU is set in the Twisted Wonderland future, one where humans took over and "erased" other species from existing. They did not think through, as slowly but surely, places that used to thrive due to other species became abandoned, badly cared and even toxic or hostile for life. With such, magic became a rare thing, even rarer than before, with magic users usually hiding it for their sake. The regular humans either forgot about this or keep a closed eye for it, ignoring their untimely demise.

Other humans, however, took matters in their own hands. A group of magic using people (not exactly STYX but a lot of STYX people r in here) decided that if their governors won't do stuff, they will. Leaded by the projects of the Prodigy Idia Shroud, they start getting people to voluntary for "other species adjustment" depending on how well they are in certain topics.

People who had a good affinity with nature magic and animal linguistics are enhanced to be mechanical beastmen, they thrive in difficult areas and gather resources for the group. Currently we have the Kingscholar Pack leaded by Leona, and the Bucchi Pack Leaded by Ruggie, with Jack, Ace and Deuce being Beastmen in training.

People who had good affinity with water magic and had good skills with theorycal magic, were enhanced to be the mechanical Merfolk. They use highly crafted technomantic apparels so they can change between looking semi-normal and their underwater form. They hold the information underwater, where most humans would never dare go. Currently we have the Mostro group, Leaded by Azul and with Jade and Floyd as informants.

People who had good affinity with light and void magic and who were experts in ancient spells and ancient knowledgeable, were physically enhanced to turn into cyber fae, which use their enhanced senses and strengths to look for information on the older times, in areas way too dangerous for normal humans. There is Team Draconia, leaded by Malleus, Team Vanrouge, which is leaded by Lilia and is mostly an in camp training, and Team Zigvolt leaded by Baul. Sebek is a malfunctioning Fae in training, and Silver is a human found just living in here and was taken with Team Vanrouge and Team Draconia.

The rest of the cast are trainers for different enhanced species, besides Ortho.

Riddle, Trey and Cater help train Beastmen, Kalim and Jamil help fund and train Merfolk, due to Kalim's very useful UM, Vil, Rook and Epel all help train the Fae, Vil being the one doing it by choice so he can keep bringing funds.

Idia is the head scientist and the mind behind this all, he had done cyborg making before to help himself recover from injuries, and so did his parents, and that is why he is where he is right now. He has a secret project Named Ortho, who no one knows what is yet tho...

[okiroash]

a part why I love thinking about red & lucas is that I can draw some similarities between red and claus...... they've both ventured up to a dangerous mountain and disappeared in the process for 3 years (that's right, same amount of time.) though, the pokemon trainer's intention was to isolate, while the other was to avenge their dead mother.. the results? oh a lot of mess

the two.. also have a smaller sense of danger compared to their younger sibling (leaf is red's twin in my hc) the one to go headfirst to fight bad guys... when you think about it, red could've fallen the same fate as claus in some way

ohhh... how lucas might have felt envy (not in any bad way) with how he still have an alive mother and twin... he, who wants to be in red's place so that he could greet his mom and twin again.. and what red did? to not even leave a message to where he will go..? (you still have a family, how could you run away from them..?) lucas who's been on the other side.. who knows what it's like to grief for someone you don't know whether they're still even alive.. knows that red's family must have felt that too (and the thing is, red is also aware of this.. of worrying the people who are close to him.. a crushing guilt.. he doesn't really know how to explain that he did this to protect them, to get away from the pressure of being a champion, and many other things)

with all of these, I can see lucas urging red to come down from the mountain ASAP after the tournament is over (because unfortunately, it doesn't seem like they can just go while it's still running) and he would definitely not be able to rest in peace if his buddy continues to isolate..

and deep down.. lucas promises himself, that in the meantime, he will protect red from any danger so he can go back to his family again in one piece, if he can't save his own family's demise, then maybe he can for another