#Slaking ex

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Slakoth -> Vigoroth -> Slaking is a kinda 3 Bears of fuckability.

Slakoth is just going to lay there. It won't really top, but you can ride, and it's just a speedbump pillow prince/princess bottom.

Vigoroth is always going to fuck like it has something to prove, regardless of gender. There's athletic sex, and there's an ex-slacker trying to prove they're not like that anymore, and one of those two is more likely to land you in the hospital with a sex-ending ligament injury.

But Slaking is juuuuuust right. It's bigger and stronger than Vigoroth, but it's lazy. It knows it's mighty, and it's got nothing to prove. It's chilled out. You want to bottom? It's going to feel like you're being fucked by a planet for how heavy every thrust is. Topping? Back or front, Slaking has that king/queen kong grip and is not letting you out *or* letting you finish until it's ready; it's not your dick for a while. And the post-sex cuddles with this beast would be impossibly cozy.

Omg you’re so right

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Rendezvous

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: yall wanted this man.

Please let me know what you think <3

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“I’m gonna get in so much trouble,” you squeal as you dip into the backseat, the door shutting heavily against your leg.

“Screw em, baby cakes,” Lloyd sneers as he pulls you towards him, “why do they care so much?”

You don’t have a chance to answer him as his lips meet yours. You giggle as his mustache tickles and you grasp the collar of his striped yellow shirt. His hand slips around your neck and locks you against him. The butterflies fluttering in your stomach take you back to the first time he kissed you. Right behind the cafe.

He unzips your jacket and slides it down your arms. He lets it fall to the floor as his hand snakes around the back of your head once more.

You part, just enough to catch your breath. He’s close in the cramped space, his fingers curling wantingly against your nape. The car is running, the heater warming the air.

“They’re just looking out for me,” you murmur, “that’s all.”

“Don’t worry about them, babe,” his other hand crawls up your side, slowly raising your shirt, “I’ll take care of you… look out for you.”

He kisses along your cheek as shivers ripple over your body. The guilt slakes away beneath his touch. You shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be fooling around with anyone, but you’re so lonely. And Lloyd’s never reprimanded you, not like everyone else.

You sigh his name as his hand slips beneath the fabric of your shirt. He growls as he pecks along your jawline, leaning you back against the door. Your heart hammers with nervous excitement. You catch his thick fingers as he gropes your chest.

“Please, I can’t–”

“It hurts so bad,” he babbles against your throat, “please, baby, you’re making me hurt.”

“I know, I just– my ex…”

“I’m not your ex, am I?” He snarls as he nips you lightly, “hmm? I see what you are, baby face. The sexiest…” another kiss along your neck, “most adorable…” another, “irresistible woman I’ve ever met.”

You nearly swoon as his heat swallows you up. His lips reach your collarbone and he squeezes your tit, even as you hold him back.

“You mean it?” You ask as your self-control dwindles, “do you really mean it?”

“I do, cupcake, I swear,” He brings his hand down from your neck and takes yours. He guides it down to the front of his pants and he moans. His tone is laced with agony as he wriggles. “Please…”

You hum and nod, pushing his hand firmer against your chest. “Be gentle,” you plea.

“Yeah, baby, yeah, I’ll try.”

He pulls you against him, sliding you down onto the seat beneath him. He covers you with his body, his knees between yours as he kisses you desperately. He rolls his hips, grinding into you desperately as his breaths grow shallow.

He rolls your shirt up all the way and frees your tits over the band of your bra. You let out a squeak as he toys with your nipple between his teeth, his tongue swirling around the tip as he hums. You brace the back of his head, the close shave smooth against your palm.

His hand trails down your stomach and he slides his fingers beneath your pants. You tremble and moan as he feels along your pelvis and finds the patch of hair, delving further to your clit. You swallow back the memory of another’s touch, this is nicer than that.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Lloyd nips your breast between words, “I bet you got the prettiest little pussy.”

You giggle and writhe against his touch. He plays with you cloyingly, your cunt slick and clenching.

“You know it is, you naughty girl,” he tease as he sits up, slowly dragging his hand free, “that’s why you’re laughing.”

He grips the top of your pants and yanks them down. He jolts your body as he does and you exclaim in surprise. He pushes your legs together straight and rests them against his torso, your feet above his shoulder. He shoves his hand against your cunt once more, his other fighting with his fly.

He looks down as he pulls his dick out, rubbing his tip against your cunt. He purrs again as he leans into you. Just a little, just until you moan.

“You do got a pretty pussy,” he praises as he eases in another inch, “even prettier with me inside you.”

He tilts his hips as your walls twitch around his intrusion. He urges his length deeper and deeper until you think you can’t take anymore. You reach down and press your fingertips against his thigh.

“Too much?” He asks with a wink.

“Just… been a while,” you murmur.

“Yeah?” He stretches his free arm down and slaps your ass, “or maybe that jackass was lacking, huh?”

He tickles the back of your thigh and forces his fingers between your legs. He pushes against your clit and you wiggle at the new pressure. He bucks his hips sharply and you squeal as he bottoms out.

“Ow, Lloyd, slow…” you grunt as your fingertips slip down to his knee.

“I’ve taken it slow,” he snarls and thrusts again, harder even than before, rubbing you as he builds a steady motion, “I want all of you, baby, all…” He snaps his pelvis again, “of” again, “you.”

[lordturkish-robomallcop]

Hi! Imma go for it.

21/46/47/48 For Ana and Mihal (I have a weakness for codependent Tzim child/sire duos, what can I say). 

And 14/26 for Eliza but about her being a ghoul. 

hELL YEAH BUDDY.

Apologies ahead of time this is gonna be a Lot Of Text because I ramble hard. I tried to keep it brief but... it is clearly impossible for me to keep things brief. Also spoilers for future Limits of an Invitation/Project Cadmus stuff-ahoy! Nothing earth-shattering, but if that's a concern I wanted to flag that right off the bat in case there's anyone who wants to go into the fic blind. But with all that being said, let's dive under the fold and chat some tzims and their very "fortunate" ghouls!

21 Mihal/Ana - Predator Type This has changed/evolved for both of them over time based on what was available. Words from ST Roan on Mihal: “Word of god says predator type is a game term that is great for creating newer vamps but not narratively necessary or universally applicable to elder npcs… That said, since coming to America Mihal’s go to types are Osiris and Siren. Especially Osiris in Hollywood era. Before was often, but not always Montero, when utilizing ghouls since that’s common for old school tzims.” Valeriy would've been Mihal's main guy for netting dinner-- he's been doing it his entire life as a Grimaldi, he (was) a turbo-pro, 10/10 would doordash again. The NY->Hollywood scene was a constant churn of cult creation/destruction around whatever vanity project the two were making/beefing over at the given moment. Now in Fairhaven, he's a lot more lowkey so def more of a Siren than Osiris these days. Ana is a Blood Leech through and through. While he can settle for human blood, it has never slaked him unless it's a Rev or another kindred. His early days he remained bound to Mihal and supplemented his diet by tapping the schlacta/ghouls on the estate, as well as whatever poor sucker he could rip into traveling through their domain.

When Helena arrived and the pack was formed/as it grew, Ana would cleave more and more from his packmates. Also, obviously, if there was a Cammie lick that needed dusting he always had first dibs.

Now that he has been separated from the pack and Hermia is def not as down to be tapped on a whim as Mihal... Ana may have had to cut some deals with the Fairhaven branch of the Circulatory System to keep his meal plan buttoned-up and to his standards.

46 - Mihal/Ana, What are their Ambitions? 47 - Mihal/Ana, What are their Desires? Popping these two together bc they go hand in hand. Mihal and Ana were both 'freed' from their sires/sabbat expectations in the space of a couple of months. So weirdly, they're at almost identical turning points. Always mirrors, these two! Mihal: FIRSTLIGHT knocked down their doors and dusted their Ductus, as well as gave him a window to torpor their Bishop/his sire Vratislav. For the first time in centuries, he's beholden to no one. 900 years in counting and he's finally earned this 'moment' and he isn't going spend it rashly. Right now he has what remains of the pack, a precarious position hugging the Tower, and an prodigal childe who isn't coming home as quickly as he would like.

He desires stability, but as method of securing his own agency and control. He never wants to be subject to another's whims again after being bound to Vrat--to the point of faking partaking in the vaulderie unbeknownst to the rest of his pack. His ambition is securing a legacy that can stand shoulder-to-shoulder if not entirely surpass the true Elders of his bloodline. Which is a tall order when your Grandsire is Vykos, but Mihal isn't known for his humility. So, why not get his childe that city he always dreamed of? Ana: Mihal saw fit to 'cut him off' for a few reasons. First is political-- the FIRSTLIGHT operation left every kindred faction in Fairhaven scrambling. True-Cam heads pissed that the Cam is now mostly made up by ex-sabbat opportunists/anarch dregs. Anarch heads pissed that their leaders sold them out to the Cam when they were so close to taking it down. The two Sabbat packs that rolled over and renounced the Sword of Caine for protection are regarded to only slightly better than the few thinbloods that managed to make themselves useful enough not to get purged-it's a shit time for everyone in Fairhaven rn. Ana was the only one in the pack that Mihal trusted could make it out the other side of a bond while still being in his pocket. Cynically assumes if the remorse doesn't pull him back, the addiction will. Simultaneously, this is also to continue their escalating game of spite. Shortly before the raid, the two had a more-major-than-usual falling out over Mihal's treatment of Roman-- yeah surprise Roman is still alive and kicking as Ana's husbandish ghoul to this day. Yes it's a full can of worms but long story short Ana sticking up for Roman/at times putting Roman *above* Mihal has been the Issue Of The Past Century. Playing second fiddle to a Chisel? Kindly fuck off with that, Darling. Ana shares Mihal's desire for stability, but inverted. Bonds, Pleasure, Love, All Which Keeps The Beast At Bay-- its rooting the self deep into those you serve and who serve you. It's dedication, it's till death do you fucking part. Part of woodworking as a vampire is accepting that you are incredibly vulnerable to the thing you are shaping, that it could destroy you in a blink. He carries that attitude into not just his fleshcrafting but his day-to-day. Sure giving himself over, allowing that vulnerability, is a kind of oblivion, but it's an oblivion he can navigate, that he knows intimately and can maybe even thrive in/manipulate to his own ends.

His ambition? He'd love to know, he's taking suggestions. In the past he'd say cutting his own skyline-- something that he had begun to do when they first migrated to Fairhaven. Two downtown residential towers were drafted by his hand, but he's nowhere near amassing the resources to get another project off the ground in the current political climate. So he's taken in some goddamn pupils to keep the drafting hand limber. Maybe that'll be something. 48 - Something that I spent a lot of time on! Damn! Well, easy answer is the fic. But I think if I wanted to dig in, it'd be the bloodline/character arc timeline that I made that starts with the eldest and ends with Eliza. I spent a weekend reading clanbooks/supplements across editions as well as marinating in the vtm wiki to nail down what themes/trends I liked and wanted to play with as well as general history skimming because I, Mr. Podunk Midwestern Man, got most of my education about 1800's Russia from Chekov plays. Then I just went hog wild on a google doc and peppered my ST with too many questions so I could build out some of my own loresheets. Now I can not only tell you what Ana and Eliza were up to at any given point but also what their parents and grandparents were generally up to. Generational Narratives! I like em! I like the big sprawling tangled up casts even if the majority of them only exist offscreen/in the lore notes.

A fun fact which arose from this: Ana has a cousin who is his age, still breathing, leading an Obertus research initiative on the East Coast. She's wheeling and dealing with multiple Farm teams, funding Renditions in exchange of getting first dibs on any ghouls or suspected tzim that get bagged.

14 - Eliza, How did they initially feel after being ghould? Did they like being reborn into something new or did it take them a while to cope with their new reality? Eliza's first reaction was to compartmentalize the shit out of the situation and move on. It took a day or two for it to start to fully sink in, but overall she adapted well at first. This is mostly thanks to Ana taking a more hands-off approach, so outside of the basics (the blood bond situation and the masquerade of the living dead situation) what she learned and when was in her hands. It's a luxury of having a robust collection of kindred writing a keycard away at the University. Though the first time seeing Ana's 'Garden' definitely had a negative impact on her, throwing the whole arrangement back into question. Especially after learning that the 'Poppy' was Ana's last protégé, as well as the source of her current arm-- it launches her into an existential spiral.

Thankfully Roman turns out to be solid support, he steps into paternal role and helps guide her through it. He tells her that he's spent his time in the garden, that it was terrible and unforgivable, and yet he's sitting here with her today. The situation isn't ideal but it isn't unsalvageable, is his belief. He's seen the full scope of degeneration and growth, and he's convinced that the scales are tipped toward growth. Eliza isn't but also understands that, right now, this is what she has to work with. 26 - Eliza, Do they want to become human again or are they fine as a ghoul?

Eliza goes back and forth. In her darker moments she sometimes wishes Ana hadn't saved her. It's easy to see her life as an unnatural extension when her ghouling was that traumatic, and she is aware that she's complicit to some nasty shit. At the same time, the more she works with Ana and Roman the more desensitized she becomes.

Another major factor is her mother, Alana. She leads a Farm team in eastern Iowa, seasoned to the point where most FIRSTLIGHT hawks know of/have worked with her in the past.

Needless to say Alana Locks In the second she discovers Eliza's been ghoul'd. Full blown Rendition/Conversion team. It's ugly, and almost identical to the Garden/Circulatory System operations she was pissed at Ana about.

She gets out the other side with the general notion of "Its Complicated And I Don't Fucking Know, Dude." But she isn't one to romanticize humanity, not anymore. ... Whew. I think I need a nap.

Thank you @hlozt for the ask! As you can see I was chomping at the bit to ramble about these terrible lads. Hopefully it made some amount of sense!!

To everyone else-- if you made it this far/read all that, damn! Thanks! Have a draft Ana Zulo drawn by Roan for your efforts!

[skaruresonic]

Would the writing for shadow's game have been better if all of it was written with a singular route in mind instead of branching out in multiple paths that each have seperate endings?

It's hard for me to say, honestly. I think the issue is complicated by the confluence of ShTH being a video game, an interactive medium, and the idea that Shadow's agency supersedes even our own.

On the one hand, it kind of sucks that for as much as ShTH was marketed as "What will you choose? Good or evil? You decide!", ultimately your choices end up not mattering.

While some video games certainly do make it a point to emphasize your powerlessness (ex. Sephiroth forcing Cloud to raise his sword against Aerith in FF7) or otherwise force you to forfeit agency for thematic purposes (ex. the ending of Shadow of the Colossus), for a game that was aggressively marketed as "your choices will determine Shadow's fate," it feels like a disappointment, if not false advertising, for him to turn around and be like "nah, actually."

On the other hand... that "nah, actually" is kind of the entire point, tbh. Shadow slakes off all other parties' attempts at manipulation in order to forge his own path. That group may very well include us, the invisible puppetmasters dwelling behind the fourth wall.

I keep going back and forth on this because... While ShTH's status as a video game can't be overlooked, its story has already been pulled off in a linear fashion. Which begs questions of how integral the branching paths system was to the game to begin with.

If the game's entire gimmick hinges on your choices, then that design conceit probably should be constructed in such a way that you feel the impact of those choices; there should be SOME sort of feedback or lasting consequence. Yet I wouldn't be sure how to do so in a way that gels with the idea that Shadow's agency matters most, because that inherently means you'd have to negate the player's agency.

All that being said, maybe Battle renders that argument moot? Battle pretty much pulled off the same core ideas as ShTH in a much more linear fashion and managed to do it more gracefully than ShTH, without making the player feel they've wasted their time.

[liodain]

drip down the bluff

The Forsaken and the Forsworn | Bad Years era Hugo/Gabriel | 3.3k words | Explicit | !! CNTW !!

T4T, Ex Sex, Violence, Hatefucking, Power Plays, V V V V Dubcon, Watersports lets gooo

Hugo shakes his hands, droplets spattering over the lake's bright surface. He's tempted to piss directly into it, since the thought of Gabriel drinking it unawares while he refuses to let Hugo dip his cup is about as poetic as such a thing can be.

The sunlight slants low through the trees as evening draws closer, syrupy light dripping through the rustling fronds and pooling dappled shade over the beaten trail towards the oasis. It might hold a certain idyllic appeal, if Hugo cared beyond the relief that the sun is turning its incinerating gaze elsewhere, and that the encroaching evening means that Gabriel has set his campfire.

He makes his way cautiously along the trail, rapier pommel under one palm and irritation buzzing around his head in much the way that insects did not on this unearthly, gods-cursed isle. One would think that it was sizable enough for two men to coexist, if not peacefully, then with at least some small sum of privacy. 

Then again, Gabriel never was much for respect, or boundaries, or decency. 

It's far less charming these days.

His stomach is empty, his mouth parched, and now that wisps of smoke are rising from the far side of the island, Hugo will take his shot at the fresh water. Gods willing, he won't have to contend with his former first mate cross-armed and barring the way with his imposing bulk, nor the infuriating assertion that he's staked full claim to the oasis, so if Hugo wants to slake his thirst on more than leaf dew and what he wrings out of his coat of a morning, then tough shit.

Finders keepers, indeed.

At the lake, Hugo finds the surroundings empty of hard-headed holy terrors, and so allows himself to relax an inch. As he crouches at the bank to scoop a double palmful of the muddy-smelling water, his belt digs into his abdomen, and another pressing matter arises instead.

He's ignored it for as long as he can for a variety of reasons—foremost being the risk of Gabriel catching him literally with his pants down—but as he gulps a handful of water, cool droplets rolling over his chin and down his neck, his bladder makes its fullness known with a dull ache.

Hugo shakes his hands, droplets spattering over the lake's bright surface. He's tempted to piss directly into it, since the thought of Gabriel drinking it unawares while he refuses to let Hugo dip his cup is about as poetic as such a thing can be.

The idea amuses him the more he thinks about it, and if that's how he's going to play things then it stands to reason he should satisfy his own thirst first. He makes a ladle of his hands and brings them to his mouth—and hears a sound, almost lost in the trickle of the water through his fingers. A recalcitrant stomping in the undergrowth.

Wonderful.

"And what the hells do you think you're doing?" Gabriel emerges from the foliage with sweaty belligerence, his imposing frame backlit by the lowering sun. Dark ink writhes over his biceps as he folds his arms across his chest.

Hugo clenches his back teeth and lets out a long, tired breath. "What does it look like I'm doing."

"What it looks like is that you're helping yourself to something that don't belong to you, Commodore. But that can't be right, 'cause I'm pretty sure you forsook your thievin' ways when you turned your back on me and the rest of the fold."

Hugo rises to his feet with a scoff. "Proclaiming the oasis yours doesn't make it so."

"Anything saltwater touches belongs to Xeheia, and what's hers is mine. Ain't a place on this island that you can't hear the ocean so you're lucky I'm letting you stay on dry land at all."

Hugo opens his mouth to point out that the fresh water is clearly not touched by salt, as that is, in fact, what makes it fresh water, but spies the twitch at the corner of Gabriel's mouth and narrowly saves himself from being baited into a particularly idiotic argument.

"Whatever, I ain't here to get into a pissing contest," Gabriel says when denied the rise he was angling for, and Hugo barks a laugh before he can stop himself. "Yeah? What's so bleedin' funny?"

"Very little at present." Hugo subtly shifts his weight onto his other foot. Things have gotten somewhat urgent since he decided to relieve himself and was immediately stymied, and yet he can't resist needling Gabriel now that he's here. "I notice you were as quick on my heels as a whelp starved for scraps. You must have been watching for me."

"Yeah, I was," Gabriel says easily. "Not like there's anything better to do around here. May as well amuse myself how I can."

"Well, if you're done being entertained..." Hugo rests one hand on the hilt of his rapier and sweeps disdainfully with the other: go away.

Gabriel laughs, a low rumble of mirth precisely calibrated to make Hugo bristle, as is his decision to invade Hugo's personal space instead of leaving like a reasonable person might. His folded arms press against Hugo's chest; he leans in close enough to kiss. Waves of hair that have escaped from his braid brush Hugo's face. 

"C'mon, Hugo. How do you think this is gonna go? You ain't caught me slack in the stays this time, and we both know you need to get the jump on me to stand a chance."

"Hm, how do I think this will go." Hugo drums his fingers on his sword hilt as though giving it some contemplation. "I think that your soul's so rinsed with blood and brine that whatever shred of decency you had is long since sluiced away. I think you will resort to unrepentant bloodshed before you'll afford a man enough grace to take a drink and wash his face. I think, Berthelot, that you are so consumed by the Fury's zeal that you believe such petty malice to be a righteous act. But mostly what I think is that you're only starting another gods-bedamned fight because you're that desperate to get down in the dirt with me again."

As gratifying as it is to watch Gabriel's smug grin melt into a black look, Hugo knows this is a course charted in crimson. But his only other option is retreat, and his pride demands that he tolerate neither going thirsty nor Gabriel's self-satisfied crowing.

"Bold words coming from a man who sold himself out to the navy. You scrub the sin out of your own miserable soul with your watered-down rum ration?"

"Unfortunately, no. So you should have known that things would go like this."

Hugo swiftly draws his rapier along the length of his body, belting Gabriel in the nose with the pommel. He was aiming for the underside of his jaw, but it lands with a satisfactory crunch nevertheless. 

Gabriel staggers back with a bellow of pain, hands flying to his face. Blood streams from between his fingers and patters onto the slope of his chest as he glares at Hugo, wide-eyed with wrath.

"Godsdamn rotten son of a—" he manages, before Hugo charges into him shoulder-first, hitting low and hard with all his strength, moved by a blistering anger he's become fast reacquainted with on this island sojourn. Triumph flares in him as Gabriel loses his footing and lands hard in the gritty sand, even if he pulls Hugo down with him. 

What follows is little more than an undignified scuffle. Hugo scrambles astride Gabriel, taking an elbow to the jaw that fills his mouth with the tang of blood. He spits while he rides out a round of enraged bucking. They roll, his sword tumbling out of reach, and for a delirious moment he's crushed under Gabriel's weight, shark's grin filling his vision and sweat dripping onto his face. 

A vicious knee to his gut and a shove with the strength in his thighs rights them again. He fends off Gabriel's grasping hands as he tears at his coat and mashes his face, managing to pin one to the sandy ground. The other he restrains under his knee to a fresh chorus of fuck-yous.

"Don't worry," Hugo says, panting as he unfastens his belt buckle one-handed. If he has any hope of getting away from here unmangled, he will need a head start. "A broken nose always suited you." 

He whips his belt from its loops. It brings dangerous relief and further urgency to the situation. 

Gabriel eyes the belt wildly, blood trickling from his nose and soaking his beard, a hectic flush to his cheeks. A slow, insidious heat coils in Hugo's gut. Just like on the beach, the sight brings a long-steeped desire surging back, black water brimming up and only the finest tension preventing its spill.

"This again already? Didn't get enough last time you tied me up, huh?" There's a curl to Gabriel's lip, but his attempts to unseat Hugo have become noticeably half-hearted. Enough that he manages to cuff one wrist without much difficulty, pulling it tight enough that the belt leather indents Gabriel's skin. "Pathetic."

"I'm not the one who's angling for another fuck. I know you missed me, but it's a little embarrassing." Hugo lifts off Gabriel enough to turn him onto his front, shoving his head down and kneeing him in the kidney when he acts up, then twists his arms behind his back, lashing his wrists together while he thrashes and curses about it.

"Drown in an inch of piss, asshole," he spits. "I'll sheath my blade in your guts. I'll skin you alive."

"You always know just what to say." Hugo yanks the buckle tight, and satisfied that Gabriel's restrained enough for the time being, releases his white-knuckled grip and springs back. 

Gabriel rolls over to glare up at him, powerful shoulders flexing as he tests his bonds. Given an hour or so he could probably loosen things enough to free himself, but his immediate response is to try and get up.

Hugo shoves him back down with a foot to the sternum.

Gabriel flashes his teeth at him, huge hairy bare chest heaving under his sole, nipple piercings glinting in the retreating daylight. "Come on then," he says. "I already know the navy didn't teach you any new tricks, so how about you just shove your Imperial-issue cunt in my face and get it over with."

Tempting as that is, there's an ache between Hugo's thighs that he can only partially put down to arousal. Abruptly he knows how this is going to go, an idea that tugs in his belly like a fish hook embedded.

If what Gabriel craves is some novel debasement, then he can have it. 

Dry mouthed, he lets his unbelted breeches drop, kicks them away and plants his feet either side of Gabriel's thick waist. Gabriel's blood-smeared face is a picture of puzzlement, until Hugo shoves down his underwear and spreads himself with the v of his fingers.

Then he figures it out.

"Oh, nah, you—"

It's delicious to let go. Physical relief, and a compelling transgression as well. Hugo is no stranger to urges that both repel and allure, though the navy's gimlet eye and his own efforts at reform have left him scarce leeway to tread that line in recent years. There's wild satisfaction in the way his water arcs from between his spread legs and rains down onto Gabriel's chest, how it streams over the swell of his breasts, his chest hair slicked in the direction of the flow. It drips off his body to soak into the sandy loam around him, its acrid scent dominating the air. 

The last of the sun makes it glimmer, drenching him in liquid gold, but for once Gabriel doesn't appreciate his share of the wealth.

"—filthy godsdamn dog!"

Rage and desperation and rage again, fury in him always, Gabriel sputters in wordless apoplexy. He flattens his feet to the ground and twists, halfway managing to turn over, then obviously realises that exposing his bondmark will only get it pissed on and so throws himself onto his back again, snarling.

His furious humiliation is real, but so is the dark eclipse of his eyes, the hitch of his breathing. Turned on, despite his vehement objections, but then he's used to being covered in Hugo's fluids. There was always more than blood spilled between them.

A rivulet of piss streaks down Gabriel's stomach, soaking the soft hair beneath his navel. He glowers like a thunderhead as a wet blossom spreads into his sash. In a fit of spite, Hugo drags his fingers so his stream hits the crotch of Gabriel's slops instead, drenching the loose fabric until it grows heavy and clings to the telltale jut of his cock. 

Not that Gabriel has anything to say about this particular development besides blasting more vitriol in his general direction. "I'll pull out your innards and strangle you with 'em! You son of a bitch, I'll crush your bones and pick my teeth with the splinters!"

Hugo smiles thinly. "You've been failing at something of the sort for years. It's not the threat you think it is."

"Eat," Gabriel says, "shit."

He's lucky that Hugo is almost through or he'd rinse his mouth out for him. As it is, his flow's ebbed to a trickle and arousal has surged to the fore in a hot wave. He dips his fingers to his cunt lips, gathers the different kind of wetness there and idly rubs his clit, scattering the last few droplets where they may land. 

Mostly over Gabriel's face. Some of it trickles down his nose and into the corner of his eye, and he attains glorious incandescence. 

Hugo's ready for the vicious kick Gabriel aims at his cunt, though barely; he was more expecting him to go for a knee. Always practical in his violence, but occasionally overambitious. 

"Craven-ass bastard... if you ain't got the guts to untie me, least admit you only want one thing here. Like you only ever wanted one godsdamn thing from me."

Hugo's stomach twists like a nest of eels. He should wash himself down, retrieve his breeches and make himself scarce, but he already knows he won't. It's been so long, and Gabriel is... so very Gabriel.

That he's not going to leave things here is bad enough. Even worse that he's going to prove Gabriel right, in his eyes, but it's not as though amends are on the table.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Gabriel's temper blunts as Hugo comes to a kneel above his face, bitterness cooling its glowing edge. His eyes are dark as Hugo courses his fingers through the waves of his hair, grips a handful and pulls his head back. "Same old fuckin' view."

Of course, sometimes Gabriel has the general effect of a tropical malaise, sapping Hugo's energy and making him desperate for a way to keep him quiet. He hovers over him, bearing down and pressing the heel of his hand to his lower belly, finding a last reserve in his bladder. It patters over Gabriel's bloodied chin and beard, running over his lips and his bared teeth, amber dewing him.

Hugo doesn't give him time to complain. He straddles Gabriel's mouth, cunt pulsing at the coarse scratch of his beard against his inner thighs and the sharp prick of his focus beads, the muffled indignation that vibrates against his lips. Then comes more furious bucking, as predictable as the rising tide. Hugo clenches his thighs to keep from being ousted. 

"Done?" Hugo asks once he's exhausted this latest outburst. "The sooner you let me finish, the sooner you can wash yourself off. Give me your mouth or lie here reeking in the dirt, your choice."

Gabriel's breath comes in hot gusts through his nose, glaring up at him red-faced, animosity glittering in his eyes like precious gems. He growls deep in his throat, a rumble of distant thunder, but doesn't relent. Hugo yanks his hair, yanks again, yanks until angry tears bead at the corners of his eyes, until finally the heat of Gabriel's mouth engulfs him, the flat of his tongue questing along Hugo's soaked folds, heedless of why they are so wet.

It's no surrender, but it's an improvement. Hugo shifts, leaning forward to roll his hips into Gabriel's face, grinding down hard. It used to be that he'd never accept anything less than worship from his first mate, and even here, fucking in the ashes of their relationship, Gabriel's presence flensed from his soul, that hasn't changed. 

Not when Gabriel still fights him for it. Not when he still yields with such animal hunger. 

He ignores the collapsing emotion that strains inside his ribs, the slow crush of a wreck under a hundred fathoms of ocean water, and shifts so that Gabriel can distract him with a roll of his tongue against his clit. It makes his thighs jolt, portent to the lightning that shears down his spine when Gabriel flicks it, then widens his mouth to envelop Hugo's mound, damp curls of hair and all, and sucks fiercely. Hugo's back snaps into an arch without his say-so, sensation mounting too swiftly for him to fend it off, and with a guttural exhale he comes all at once, hot pleasure pouring through him with bone-shaking force. 

Seems he has a drop more to spend; he releases in a flood over Gabriel's mouth and chin. He feels Gabriel's throat spasm as he struggles to breathe, his panting exhales bubbling against his overheated flesh, and lifts off him enough to see his shining lips, the moisture darkening his beard.

Gabriel licks his lips, wrinkles his nose, and with a defiant scowl, spits onto Hugo's cunt. Hot saliva lands on his folds and slides off them in a slow viscous drip.

It takes every ounce of his willpower for Hugo to get up instead of smothering him, or worse, grabbing his chin to delve his tongue into his vulgar mouth, but does manage to leave him snarling while he kneels at the lake. 

He splashes water into his face, then cups a series of handfuls to sluice his thighs and belly, and a handful more to quench the raw heat between his legs.

"If you don't untie me, Melançon," Gabriel says, "I swear on the Fury's—"

"Swear on whatever part of her you like, it makes no odds to me." Hugo cradles a palmful of water to his mouth and drinks. "I'll think about untying you once I'm done with your precious lake. Was it worth all your posturing? Did you get what you wanted?"

"What I wanted?" Gabriel's voice is hoarse with affront. "You markin' me like I'm your godsdamned property after you gave me up... where the hells do you get off?" A vast shuddering breath. "Let me free!"

The goading was easier to deflect. Hugo lets his handful of water drop back into the lake.

The sun has pitched below the horizon. It's darker here than on the beach, thick foliage blotting out the light of the moon. Stray stars scatter the lake's surface, but their cold spark is barely enough to see by. His breeches are a ghostly crime in the sand. They cling accusingly to his skin when he pulls them on. Every inch of him feels humid with use. 

He loosens Gabriel's bonds with the kind of caution he'd reserve for freeing prickly, poisonous sea life from a fishing net, and retreats to the beaten path while he struggles to get the rest of the way untied. 

"I hate you!" Gabriel hurls the words after him with all the heated passion of a love confession, halfway twisted in the damp sand, the curve of his shoulder gleaming wet.

"So I hear," Hugo replies, but doesn't say it back.

[professorcocoa]

Hello there rotumblr, the name is Cocoa and Pie, the butterfree is my beloved partner.

I live in Azalea, on the Johto region, and I'm aspiring to become a pokemon professor.

I still don't know what exactly I'm going to study, but it doesn't matter, I'll just research everything.

It's a pleasure to meet you all.

//ooc: hello everyone, the name is Willow. I'm a 19 year old nb who just loves pokemon a little bit too much

here's the list of my pokerp blogs just cause

@pokemonprofessorintraining - me in the pokemon world

@ecruteakfashiondesigner - my oc that's based on my ex bf and my dream bf at the same time

@trio-of-chaos - a little joke that went too far, now a trio of dumbasses

@katcriollo - Cocoa's long lost sister

@mazes-and-puzzles - Maizie (canon character)

@spinarak-bite - Spinarak Man

@eggs-are-my-passion - Professor Elm (canon character)

@papercutt - Paper Cut Anon, aka another joke

@koko-tapu @lele-tapu @bulu-tapu @fini-tapu - The tapus

@sleepy-mot - Dudunsparce eeby deeby

@slakingthatslays - Slaking eeby deeby who is also a drag queen

@sleepingtight - Cresselia from the same world as Amy

@w1llowo - me again, but this time as a literal faller. Like, they're literally me!!

Their pokemon:

Pie, Butterfree, Female

Sponge, Slowking, Male

Opera, Shiny Crobat, Male

Sirius, Larvesta, Female

Pillow, Geodude (as smooth as a bowling ball), Male

Flint, Duraludon(an extremely tiny one, 6 cm/2.4 inches in height), Female

Cleopatra, Female, Trapinch

Team Menace

Krabbies (3), Females, Romana, Marinara and Carbonara

Krabbies (2), Males, Pizza and Pasta

Marguerita, Female, Kingler

Salsa, Male, Kingler (Team Menace Leader)

[lacrimosathedark]

I heard someone say Pokemon and DeNA are running out of characters to add to Pokemon Masters EX. I don’t think so! Here’s the characters we still don’t have, and for most potential Pokemon they’d have!

Kakeru (Chase): Pikachu Ayumi (Elaine): Eevee Shin (Trace): Cubone-->Marowak Minaki (Eusine): Suicune, Drowzee-->Hypno, Haunter Gantetsu (Kurt): Slowpoke Utsugi (Elm): Chikorita, Totodile, Cyndaquil, Togepi Tessen (Wattson): Manectric Adan (Juan): Walrein Kogomi (Greta): Breloom Heath (Tucker): Swampert Ukon (Spenser): Slaking, Kyogre Jindai (Brandon): Regirock Lila (Anabel) Snorlax, Alakazam Homura (Tabitha): Camerupt Ushio (Matt): Sharpedo Izumi (Shelly): Sharpedo Odamaki (Birch): Zigzagoon, Poochyena, Treecko, Mudkip, Torchic Tougan (Byron): Bastiodon Kurotsugu (Palmer): Dragonite, Heatran Dahlia: Ludicolo Kate (Argenta): I have no idea Gen (Riley): Riolu-->Lucario Miru (Mira): Kadabra Baku (Buck): Claydol Pluto (Charon): Rotom Nanakamado (Rowan): Turtwig, Piplup, Chimchar, Staraptor, Mesprit, Arceus Lenora: Watchog Drayden: Druddigon Benga: Shiny Dratini-->Dragonair-->Dragonite or Shiny Gible-->Gabite-->Garchomp Curtis: East Shellos-->Gastrodon Yancy: West Shellos-->Gastrodon Gorm: Cofagrigus Bronius: Amoongus Rood: Swoobat Zinzolin: Cryogonal Ryoku: Scolipede Anthea: Gothitelle Concordia: Gardevoir Juniper: Minccino-->Cinccino Sannah (Shauna): Goodra Tierno: Crawdaunt Trovato (Trevor): Florges Astera (Olympia): Meowstic Malva: Pyroar Dracéna (Drasna): Dragalge Méridia (Dana): Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres, Regirock, Regice, Registeel Aurore (Morgan): Virizion, Terrakion, Cobalion AZ: Floette Sina: Glaceon Dexio: Espeon Millie (Emma): Espurr Xanthin (Xerosic): Malamar Ancolie (Aliana): Mightyena Brasénie (Bryony): Liepard Cyane (Celosia): Manectric Myosotis (Mable): Houndoom Illima: Smeargle Mohn: I have no idea Phyco: Guzzlord Dulse: Kartana Soliera: Xurkitree Zossie: Blacephalon Faba: Hypno Wicke: I have no idea Burnet: I have no idea Milo: Eldegoss Kabu: Centiskorch Opal: Alcremie Sordward: Doublade Shielbert: Falinks Mustard: Cubfoo Klara: Galarian Slowbro Avery: Galarian Slowking Peony: Aggron Peonie: Tyrantrum Oleana: Garbodor Magnolia: Polteageist, Dubwool

Look at all that! and that’s without Legends Arceus and Scarlet and Violet. There are so many missing units! And I can think of more!

I’m still surprised we don’t have all the Gym Leaders yet in gens 3-7.

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day Schedule: Celestial Storm

Celestial Storm took a different approach to cards than most sets. Many of the cards in these sets were updated versions of older cards, especially from the Ruby & Sapphire-era sets. This included Magcargo (Deoxys), Wailord (Wailord ex, Sandstorm), Electrode-GX (Electrode ex, FireRed & LeafGreen), Mr. Mime-GX (Mr. Mime ex, FireRed & LeafGreen), Banette-GX (Banette ex, Legend Maker), Sableye (Crystal Guardians), Steelix (Neo Genesis), Scizor-GX (Scizor, Aquapolis and Scizor ex, Unseen Forces), Salamence (Dragon), Dunsparce (Sandstorm), and Slaking (Ruby & Sapphire). Most of these were not as strong as their original counterparts, but a few managed to work in their updated forms.

Old Trainers came back, too. Apricorn Maker, Bill's Maintenance, Copycat, Energy Recycle System, Fisherman, Friend Ball, Life Herb, PokeNav, TV Reporter, and Underground Expedition were all back here, some of which hadn't been seen in 15 years.

New cards were still around as well. Rayquaza-GX immediately made an impact as the focus of a top deck (though one that didn't stay at its peak for long), new Ultra Beasts brought even more options in the form of Celesteela and Stakataka-GX, and Shrine of Punishment was great for decks that ran entirely single Prize Pokemon. The focus was clear here, though: Nostalgia, but for Johto and Hoenn instead of Kanto. It was a nice change compared to what usually happened in these sorts of sets.

Sceptile Shiftry-GX Dhelmise Magcargo Blaziken-GX Oricorio #30 Articuno-GX Swampert Wailord Regice Kyogre Electrode-GX Manectric Plusle Mr. Mime-GX Banette-GX Deoxys #67 Regirock Palossand-GX Alolan Raticate-GX Sableye Steelix Scizor-GX Metagross Registeel Jirachi Prism Star Celesteela Stakataka-GX Salamence Latias Prism Star Latios Prism Star Rayquaza-GX Dunsparce Slaking Delcatty Acro Bike Apricorn Maker Beast Ball Copycat Energy Recycle System Fisherman Friend Ball Hiker Hustle Belt Last Chance Potion Lisia Lure Ball PokeNav Rainbow Brush Shrine of Punishment Sky Pillar Steven's Resolve Tate & Liza TV Reporter Underground Expedition

[bunnywand]

some of the coolest pulls i remember getting from booster packs as a kid:

in the very first pack of "ex ruby & sapphire" i ever got, i pulled a holo aggron and a reverse holo slaking 😆 i had no idea what either were, cos i'm p sure that was my first exposure to gen 3, but they were shiny and seemed p powerful, so it was so exciting to me that i still remember it now 😭

also in the very first pack of "the lost millennium" i ever got, i pulled the "ancient gear golem" 😳 i'm p sure tlm's release pre-dated gx's airing by a few months, so i didn't rly know what i'd got, but i was like.. well it's on the front of the pack, so it Must be good!! 😨

[tpc1354]

"No."

I stared at him for a solid minute, his mouth agape as he floundered for something to further grovel with. I finally close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then fix him another glare.

"You cheated. Thats entirely on you. WITH A GODDESS, is so stupid that whatever she decides to do, I support."

His shoulders slumped and then the rest of him followed as he sank into the couch. Putting his head in his hands, I didn't even feel pity. I shook my head and walked into the kitchen.

Getting a cold drink to hopefully cool my temper, I pulled my phone out and sent a text to Arveysa- Goddess of Protection and Simple Spells. Thinking to myself for a moment about how monumentally stupid it is to cheat on someone, let alone a freaking goddess, I didn't hesitate to hit send.

A few hours later, my idiot friend shot up from the couch where he had barely moved when space distorted infront of him and Arveysa appeared in my living room.

Giving her a glass of wine, I took a seat and smirked at the fool of a man across the room. He looked as if he may pass out. Arveysa took a sip, and then glared at her soon to be ex-lover with divine fury literally blazing in her eyes.

"You have lain with another, outside the confines of our relationship. Begone from my sight, and know that for a year a day nothing shall slake your 'Thirst'."

He all but ran out the door.

Spending the next few hours, Arveysa and I swapped stories and consoled eachother of the foolishness of mortals- men and woman both- who never head the simplest of advice.

"Well, my dear, as ever you look after me. Thank you. I'll have some lovely dinner brought to you." Said my old friend, before she kissed me on the cheek and departed in a swirl of magic.

I sat and sighed to myself. "One day, Emara, one day you'll be able to tell her." I cleaned up my house, and turned my attention back to my work. I could get a little bit done before bed.

Opening my thoughts, the Goddess of Communication answered her faithful.

You stood there, looking at your friend, faceplaming “Let me get this straight, you’re dating a Goddess, an actual ‘divine powers, older than civilization’ Goddess and you ….CHEATED ON HER!?!??” Your friend has a desperate look in their eyes “Can you help me or not?”

[pokemon-cards-hourly]

[pokemon-master-has-my-soul]

Norman is hiding

[tryan-a-bex]

Okay but let’s make this weird. And what’s weirder than purity culture?

Dream’s family is so buttoned up, the reason potential spouses keep leaving him at the altar is because he won’t have sex until after marriage and they’re getting vibes it won’t work out. (Calliope found out she was pregnant by her ex right after she got together with Dream, and she’s sure Dream will be a great dad but….) And Dream keeps getting engaged after months, or even weeks, because he’s so desperate to slake that thirst (no wonder he’s making bad choices).

After wedding five, when Dream falls asleep in Hob’s lap, Hob mulls over everything Dream has told him. Is staying a virgin until marriage easy for him because he’s cold, as one ex told him? Is he too much because he’s horny and will never be satisfied, as another one said? Is he asexual, as one of them implied? (Dream had snorted when he told Hob that one. Nothing wrong with being asexual, he’s pretty sure he’s not, though.) Hob’s pretty sure he’s neither cold nor too much, and he definitely felt the chemistry with Dream tonight when they had that consolation dance (Dream really is a horrible dancer, but Hob just put his arms around him and rocked him). Maybe Dream is actually attracted to men, not women, and doesn’t realize it because of his upbringing? Hob can’t help the reaction of his cock to this thought, and as he shifts to get comfortable again, Dream wakes a little and nuzzles into his lap.

“Dream, love, don’t do that,” he says, gently nudging Dream’s head just a bit towards his knees.

“Uh? What? Oh, sorry, did I fall asleep?” Dream sits up, glowing a beautiful red in his embarrassment. Oh, Hob is so fucked. It’s worth it, it’s worth everything, to take the risk.

“Look, Dream. I was thinking about what you were saying earlier.”

“While I was sleeping on your lap,” Dream says sheepishly.

“You’re always welcome to sleep on me,” Hob reassures him. “Which leads into what I was going to say. Have you ever considered that, well, some of your relationship problems might be because you’re dating the wrong people?”

“Surely,” Dream says wryly.

“No, I mean. All your exes have been women. Have you ever tried dating men?”

“Are you recommending yourself here, Hob?”

Now it’s Hob’s turn to blush, though it’s not as visible on him as on Dream’s paper white skin.

“Well. If you are interested in experimenting, I’m willing to offer myself up as a guinea pig.”

“Just willing?”

“Okay, eager.”

“You are much more handsome than a guinea pig, Hob.”

“Is that a yes?”

In response, Dream leans slowly into his space, holding eye contact as their faces grow closer. Hob can’t believe his luck, taking him carefully in his arms and accepting his tentative kiss. Once more, slightly less tentative, and then Hob lets go as Dream leans back with a sigh.

“I believe you may be correct,” he pronounces, and curls into Hob’s chest, putting his arms around his waist. Hob draws a deep, shuddering breath and puts his arms around his Dream once more. This might take some work, but that’s okay. He has time, and it will be worth it to see this lovely man at the altar one last time.

Hob is the wedding singer hired to perform at Dream's wedding reception(s) (.........each time he's left at the altar.). A 5+1 romcom.

Hob was hired as a joke by Dream's friends for his wedding reception -- Dream's super intense about his romances and all in for getting married (and his parents/family are soooo buttoned up) that a wedding singer like Hob should (hopefully) losen things up.

1. Dream's wedding is called off a week or two before; Hob charges his 75% cancelation fee;

2. Dream is left at the altar this time; Hob sees him in passing. He charges his full rate since he was ready to go and all set up;

3. A pregnant Calliope calls off the wedding the day of, and since the reception venue is attached to where she and Dream were going to be married, she talks Dream into eating cake and dancing with her -- they'll co-parent, but one of them had to be honest about how ill-suited they were for each other. Hob tries to make sure everyone has fun --- and sees Dream for the first time and is smitten by the sad sack pretty man dancing oh so poorly with the hugely pregnant lady;

4. Left at the alter again (and knowing Hob was at the reception venue), Dream's friends (Matthew, Jessamy, Lucienne, Joanna, Cori) drag him to drink and dance to Hob's singing. Hob finally gets to talk to his favorite broken hearted cutey;

5. At this point, Hob and Dream are friends (it took a while for Dream to get with the program) and while Hob really really likes Dream (he loves him so much), Hob could only watch the train wreck of Dream asking another person who doesn't really understand (or love him like Hob) to marry him.

Hob was not hoping for a repeat of the runaway bride/groom (above all he wants Dream to be happy) .....but on the off chance Hob was bad luck for Dream's weddings,,,,,,Hob agreed to sing at the reception; and

+1. Hob refused to sing for his own wedding!! He needs all the good luck he can muster to secure Dream as his husband.

I live for the idea of Hob being like "Hmm. I like this weird little man. Let me study him like a bug. And also marry him."

And listen, Hob prides himself on the fact that all the couples he's sung for have been very successful! Not a single divorce among them! Dream is managing to spoil that record all by himself, and Hob is determined to see this poor wet cat happily settled down.

He pulls out ALL the stops with romantic playlists and backdrops, sexy lighting, the whole shebang. He's never tried so hard to make his set a success, but he's determined to make the ambience perfect for Dream.

And it still doesn't work. Calliope seems like a lovely lady, though. She even thanks Hob for putting in so much effort. And says she hopes to see him at Dream’s next wedding. Oof.

Admittedly at weddings number 4 and 5, Hob is less determined to make the whole thing a success. He's not actively sabotaging them (Dream definitely doesn't need his help in failing to get married)... but he's not exactly sad when he gets to put his arm around the poor abandoned groom and comfort him in his hour of need. At number 5 Dream falls asleep with his head in Hob’s lap while he sings a soft lullaby, and Hob decides right then and there that there will be no more failed weddings. HE is marrying Dream, and he's not going to let anything stop him.

And so he doesn't perform at their wedding (because he's secretly afraid that it might bring bad luck). And they do make it to the altar, and through the vows, and to the reception - without a single hitch. Dream doesn't seem to stop smiling all day, and it's like he can hardly believe it when they cut the cake and have the first dance. Hob catches him pinching himself several times, which is just adorable.

And much, much later, when they finally tumble into bed to enjoy a sleepy, cozy wedding night... Hob sings Dream to sleep with "I do" by ABBA, and they start the rest of their lives together. Hob is determined to regain his record of 100% successful marriages, and he's not letting Dream go!!

[mizartz]

more pkmn x danny phantom stuff because i have lost control of my life

also for anyone interested in AU ramblings, please enjoy the literal essay i wrote under the cut lol

THE PREMISE:

AU where pokemon exist in the DP canon. Universes are merged, so Amity Park exists alongside Kanto/Unova/etc in their respective real world locations.

Danny’s parents research/hunt dp-verse ghosts AND ghost pokemon. Their research is focused on the ghosts of once-living creatures, and also identifying the difference between “dead” and “living” ghosts. ex. A Yamask can be born from an egg, which means it never died, but it can also be the spirit of a dead person.

While the Fentons aren’t actively trying to exterminate every ghastly or duskull, they still have some serious prejudices against ghost types, and they DEFINITELY hate dp-verse ghosts as much as in canon.

The portal accident happens normally. Danny was due to get his first pokemon around the start of freshman year, but the accident (and his now spiraling school grades) put it on hold.

Instead, Phantom is exploring the ghost zone one day and passes by a Hisuian Zorua. Danny doesn’t think much of it, but the Zorua follows him home and quickly causes trouble. It seems to have a nasty grudge against humans, playing dangerous pranks against Amity Park’s residents and forcing Danny to send it back into the zone. After several return trips, it settles down and decides that it’s more interested in this not-entirely-living-or-dead kid than getting revenge. After that decision, Zorua quickly becomes Danny’s partner.

Since Zorua are inherently timid creatures and a Hisuian variant would attract a lot of attention (not to mention Jack and Maddie’s possible reaction), Zorua is almost always disguised as something other than its true form. Seeing a Unovan Zorua on Danny’s shoulder is common, as are Rowlet and Hoothoot. No one’s really sure where Danny caught them all, but they don’t care enough to ask.

Phantom, on the other hand, can be seen at night playing with a ghostly variant of Zorua previously thought to be extinct.

PKMN TEAMS:

danny:

hisuian zorua (discussed above)

absol (stalks him for a year because Danny is a Walking Disaster and triggers all of absol’s danger senses. maybe it tried to prevent the portal accident and failed?)

jazz:

eevee (lots of potential, connections to mutations/~molecules getting all rearranged~)

parents were pushing for eevee to evolve into umbreon, but………

sam:

bulbasaur (grass type, connection to “save the frogs” episode)

shiny purrloin (technically the family pet, but is fond of sam)

tucker:

helioptile (generates electricity, connections to desert and ”hotep ra” episode)

rotom (initially a pest who possesses his tech, later forms a rotom phone relationship)

maddie:

weavile (intelligent, vicious hunter. has hands to help out in the lab)

houndoom (hunter, pack animal, loyal)

jack:

slaking (lazy and unassuming but very powerful. has hands to help out in the lab)

porygon2 maybe? (gift from vlad with the intention of hacking their systems)

^^^ weavile and slaking are maddie and jack’s starters. houndoom and porygon2 are bonded to the whole fenton family rather than one particular person.

vlad:

crobat (vampiric, requires friendship- aka vlad isn’t completely evil)

skitty (nicknamed maddie)

noivern (vampiric, violent and cruel but can be tamed. maybe it bonds to Danny and defects?)

hydreigon (destructive and overwhelmingly powerful)

shiny charizard

also probably like a dozen dreepy/dragapult

^^^ most of vlad’s pokemon are just displays of wealth and power. he hasn’t seriously bonded with any of them except for crobat, his starter, and skitty, his “sister’s cat”.

also a note that im not necessarily choosing pkmn that perfectly match a character’s theme or aesthetics, but instead ones that are realistic for them to have in this universe!

WORLDBUILDING NOTES:

Starter pokemon are gifted by the child’s parents. Traditional starters like charmander/bulbasaur/squirtle are only available to those sponsored by a prominent pkmn lab and/or rich parents.

Having a full team is rare unless you’re a full time trainer… it’s just too expensive to house and feed them. On a similar note, shinies are basically unheard of unless you’re stupidly rich.

Pokemon journeys are still considered a rite of passage, but aren’t a universal experience. Not everyone participates, and those who do usually only get 1-2 badges before quitting. The average age for new trainers is around 13-16, though legally you can start at 10.

Amity Park is a ghostly hot spot just like Kanto’s lavender town. There are a few gravesites, but not nearly enough to justify the amount of activity it receives.

The ghost zone primarily contains “dead” ghosts, but “living” ghost pkmn are attuned to the zone and use natural portals to traverse the world.

The Fenton family’s pokemon are all either dark or normal type, for type effectiveness and immunity against ghosts respectively. Any pokemon they give to their children will follow the same type theme in the hopes that they will join the ghost hunting business.

Danny:

was very excited to start his pkmn journey, but with his new ghost instincts demanding he protect Amity Park, he can’t see it happening anymore. Also, while Zorua gradually grows more confident and helps Danny with ghost fights, it still hates having human attention drawn to it and wouldn’t enjoy the publicity of gym battling.

is friends with loads of ghost pkmn, but he never officially catches any besides zorua. They’re residents of his haunt, not his teammates.

if the accident didn’t happen, his starter would either be hoothoot (because of spooky from the initial show concept) or a common dog like poochyena or lillipup… the Fentons spent all their money getting jazz a fancy eevee so Danny’s starter wouldn’t be nearly as impressive :’) rowlet would only be a possibility if gifted from Vlad, though Danny’s parents wouldn’t approve as it evolves into a ghost type.

Sam:

is very anti-battling at first. She felt that battling was abusive and was probably very loud and in your face about it lol. However, Bulbasaur loves to battle and wants to use it as a way to get stronger and evolve, so after a messy disagreement, Sam begins to see it in a healthier light. She still advocates for better pkmn rights, but is careful not to speak over those she’s defending.

would probably join team Aqua, Magma, or Plasma for at least half a day before realizing theyre evil lolol. (then she’d work with Danny and Tucker to defeat them on the exact same day)

Bulbasaur has a lengthy pedigree and comes from a line of contest winners. Neither it nor Sam have any interest in continuing that tradition though.

is the most likely person in the DP cast to become the champion.

Tucker:

is neutral on gym battling. He thinks the concept is cool and likes watching the championships on TV, but is way too much work to actually participate in. His pokemon feel the same and are happy just helping with his electronics.

is obsessed with Silph Co technology rather than new PDAs. He’s always buying their newest gadgets, even if he doesn’t have a proper use for them.

babies the hell out of his pokemon. helioptile is his little angel who can do no wrong and he’s always shielding it from dangerous situations (which becomes a bit of an issue as ghost fights increase in frequency.) With rotom, hes always double checking that its comfortable in his phone, if it wants to possess anything else, if he should upgrade its appliances, etc etc.

Jazz:

never went on a pokemon journey. She thought it was a waste of time since she didn’t want to become a trainer anyway. However, ghost hunting helps Jazz discover her own love of battling, so now she kinda regrets it.

eevee eventually evolves into sylveon. Its prehensile ribbons help Jazz multitask and its empathetic nature assists Jazz with psychology. Also it can scare away Vlad’s dragons lolol. Maybe it evolves in the middle of a fight against him?

if she gets any other teammates, it should reflect her desire to keep Danny safe. Maybe a honedge? usually Danny’s the one with a sword in fanon, but i think jazz deserves one too!!!