#blaze mew

[bobi200samatar]

The color wheel challenge is done!

Starring:

Red- Katherine (Tales of Alderwood)

Orange- Wander (Wander over Yonder)

Yellow- Top Cat (Top Cat)

Green- Speedy the Bird (Archie Sonic the Hedgehog)

Cyan- Jenny Wakeman (My Life As A Teengae Robot)

Blue- Mew Mint (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Purple- Blaze theCat (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Pink- Cure Miracle (Maho Tsukai Precure)

Black- Shall Fen Shall (Sugar Apple Fairy Tale)

White- Sariphi (Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts)

Brown- Rowlet (Pokémon)

[sapphirethefluffymewtwo]

what would Blaze the Cat look like as a Mew?

ourple

[milescomics]

some art from pride month

[pickletrip]

Mew's Revenge - Part 1

Mew dressed like Boston, exuding that bad boy attitude.

Bring the recording to his dad under the guise of a beautiful short film.

Do you see the fear on Boston's face? It's unlike anything we've seen from him. This is real life shit and he'll be doomed, his dad will lose the election and he'll never survive in this family.

[faline-cat444]

Shyness comes in a few forms

[fierykitten2]

Unite headcanons but it’s just about a friendship group:

Quick note: the Mewtwo and Lucario from Unite are not the same as the Mewtwo and Lucario from Smash (the same goes for Charizard, Ivysaur, Squirtle, Pikachu, Jigglypuff and Greninja)

The friendship group started with just Greninja and Cinderace though Lucario and Zeraora joined not long later

When Buzzwole arrived on Aeos Island it joined the group purely so that Zeraora could look after it

Inteleon, Mew and Mewtwo (for the same reason as Buzzwole just with Mew rather than Zeraora) joined when they arrived. Decidueye and Delphox joined when Inteleon arrived

Gardevoir and Blaziken didn’t join immediately after they arrived on the island. Blaziken originally befriended Gardevoir but the two of them joined the friendship group when Meowscarada joined, which was when it arrived on the island. Until Meowscarada joined, Lucario, Greninja and Cinderace formed an inner friendship group, but now Cinderace spends most of its time with Meowscarada. Lucario and Greninja are still most likely to hang out with each other plus Cinderace and Meowscarada. Before joining the friendship group, Mew and Gardevoir got on well

This friendship group tends to care the most about Holowear out of all the Pokémon on Aeos Island and can often be seen modelling their own (or on rare occasions each other’s) Holowear outside matches. The Eeveelutions also do this but only for their Checkered Styles

Favourite Holowear: Greninja - Costume Party Cinderace - Captain Lucario - purely because I headcanon it to not be the same as its Smash counterpart, Ruins (Cinderace agrees with this and has on at least one occasion been seen modelling Lucario’s Ruins Style) Zeraora - Band Buzzwole - Dark Hero Gardevoir - Aurora Delphox - Shinsei Decidueye - Star Cloak Inteleon - Marching Band because I’m not giving any of them their Unite styles. This is likely to change the moment it gets more interesting Holowear Mew - Fashionable Mewtwo - currently only has Martial Arts available Blaziken - N/A Meowscarada - N/A

Mewtwo is more of a typical Mewtwo (hates life) than its counterpart from Smash

Cinderace can’t cook but it attempted for Inteleon and Meowscarada’s arrivals (and is hoping to do it again if Rillaboom joins). Neither of them were too impressed at the results (how do you burn a cake so badly?)

Blaziken and Meowscarada grew up together (somehow) and were excited to discover they’d both made it in. Officially they (and Mimikyu) were invited at the same time it’s just Meowscarada took longer to prepare

Mewtwo and Mew are the only Kanto Pokémon in Unite to not be part of the Kanto friendship group

The tables in restaurants are never big enough for them anymore so they always have to plan who’s sitting with who in advance. Since Meowscarada joined, with there now being 13 in the group, often 2 tables aren’t enough. Mew doesn’t mind floating next to/above Mewtwo in this situation

[shotmrmiller]

Simon is enthralled by you, John Price's cat. Oh, how beautiful you look on all fours, rubbing your face on his jeans. How lovely the mews that spill from your lips sound— music to his ears.

He grabs you by the hips to lift you onto his lap, mindful of your tail and brushes his covered nose against your cheeks. "Aren't you just precious?" Simon lifts his mask enough to expose his lips and nips the tip of your human ear. "I wonder if this pretty kitten has a pretty pussy, too," he softly says. Your half-lidded eyes look at John, who's chosen to be just a spectator tonight.

"You heard him, kitten. Show Simon what he's asking for." The bell in your collar clinks as you lift to turn yourself around in his lap, and he grabs your waist with his large hands to assist. "Careful, I don't want you falling off and getting hurt." Simon extends his long, thick legs which gives you a bit more space to work with.

Keeping your knees together, you place your bare, dainty feet on each shoulder, and with a trembling exhale, your knees drop open.

Simon intakes a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of your glistening cunt spread open— a flower in full bloom. The grip on your waist tightens to what should be considered pain, but to you is just acute pleasure.

"She's a fuckin' sight, sir," he admires without looking up. He drags a blazing trail with his fingers from your waist to your mons, pad of his thumb hovering over your swollen, slippery clit. "I'm curious, though, kitten," You look at him, cheeks flushed, and answer him with a tiny little mewl. "I'm curious if you'll purr for me, too," and draws agonizingly slow circles, that is exactly what you want, yet not enough. The whimpers slithering out of your throat make his cock achingly hard, and if you turned around, you'd see a sizeable tent in John's trousers too.

John's voice is thick with arousal as he says, "She likes it when you let saliva dribble from your mouth onto her pussy, isn't that right, kitten?"

You bob your head, mouth open, a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth. Simon's touch is magical. You've got liquid fire in your veins, every precise circle rubbed onto your nub tightens that coil in your lower stomach, and when he spits onto your pussy, the warm glob of spit that lands directly on your clit almost has you coming from it alone.

Simon notices how your hips start moving on their own, picking up speed, forcing more friction on your clit when he stops touching you, removing all stimulation. The keen you let out is primal, a high-pitched whine. "Oh, I know, I know," he coos at you, "I just gotta ask your owner for permission, s'all."

He tips his head to the side, looking over your shoulder, and nods. John must've agreed to whatever he's thinking because Simon's dark eyes gleam as they meet yours, a feral, toothy smile on his lips.

Simon taps your hips lightly and orders, "Hips up." Your feet lower from his shoulders to flatten on the couch— thighs spread wide from how broad, how wide his body is. Your hands rest on his knees behind you, and you rest your weight on them to lift up. Simon lets out a snarl and completely hooks your knees over his shoulders forcing your arms to give way. Your head lolls on his thighs, upper body almost completely upside down, and his hands cup your arsecheeks—mindful of the tail— and raise. What—

His warm, wet tongue licks through puffy lips, and flicks at your clit. The arousal that had waned comes back, and it comes back harder, faster, more intense. He's eating you like you're his last meal, and now you definitely sound like a cat, albeit a dying one.

Simon gives your bud a suck and your neck cranes back at the sensation, and that's how you see John, upside down, leaning back, one arm on the backrest holding his drink— the other stroking his cock through his trousers. He looks—

A sharp slap to your arse has your spine curling, legs tightening around Simon's half-covered face, stubble prickling into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Eyes on me, kitten."

Your spine curves and you realize that you can see Simon, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and that he can see you. You wanted to care about the unflattering angle he's got you in, but it all melts away when his mouth opens wide to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, and his lip is curled on one side, so you can see his unnecessarily pointy canine.

Once Simon realizes he's got your full attention, he eats. Unrelenting as he chases your climax like it was his own. The pulse of your heartbeat is deafening in your ears, your vision darkens as he forcibly drags you to your finish line, and with one final lap at your stiff bud, he tugs on your tail, and you burst.

Mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through your body, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you, prickling at your nerve endings, leaving you a shaky, slobbering mess on his thighs.

Simon doesn't even give you a moment, doesn't grant you reprieve because, within seconds, he's manhandling you and sinking you down onto his massive cock, spearing you in half, stretching your soaked channel to its absolute limit. It burns, it stings and yet the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an airy moan.

"Atta girl. Your pussy's suckin' me in like it wants to keep me in it forever," and his head tips back as he groans, "You're squeezing me so tight, m'not gonna last."

John's gruff voice comes from behind you, commanding. "Then don't, Simon. Fill her up."

Simon's answering smile is, honestly, a bit scary. He looks like the predator he becomes on the battlefield, the one who snuffs out life like a fire on a candle wick. Vicious, cruel, ruthless.

"Yes, sir."

He spreads his thighs, feet flat on the floor, and picks you up with his forearms, only to bring you back down on his cock. Impaling you. The tip of his cock is hitting so deep, you vaguely wonder if the flared head is being pinched by the tiny hole of your cervix. He's destroying you, but at no point in time does it ever turn into physical pain. Simon is using you like a pocket pussy, yet is angling your hips to hit your sweet spot. And oh so sweet it is, because it takes you exactly seven (7) thrusts of his hips to make you come around him, frothy, milky essence coating his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Fuckfuckfuckfu—" and he brings you down harshly, grinding his hips up, as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum into you.

Simon's exposed chin is dripping sweat, as he pants harshly in front of you, trying to catch his breath. Your body begins to slump tiredly when you feel your tail being caressed, beard scratching your neck as John peppers your damp neck with kisses.

"It's my turn now, isn't it." The bell on your collar chimes as John pulls you to kneel on the floor, face pressed in near Simon's softening member. Faintly, a zipper opens, and the swollen, long length of John's cock pushes into you, pushing out Simon's cum, dripping down your abused cunt to make space for him.

"Mewl for me, kitten," and grabs you by the hair, craning your neck to look up at Simon, who's gazing down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He curls two fingers underneath your collar, restricting your breathing, and says, "Go on. Let us hear you."

what a delightful day to be John Price's cat

[mochinomnoms]

Hello I saw your event and got interested! I was wondering if you could do #24 with Idia (romantic, fluff, and suggestive if possible) with fem!reader?

idia shroud x f!reader [tags] – romantic, fluff, suggestive [wc} – 3, 241 prompt 24: “I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.” notes - the only way to write idia is kind pathetic like a wet cat. i love pathetic men a floral inconvenience

According to legend, a Japanese emperor gave blue hydrangeas to the girl he loved, to apologize for neglecting her and to show how much he really cared for her. Their petal shape resembles a beating heart. 

Idia thinks that he was cursed in a past life for doing something awful. Maybe he kidnapped someone’s kid and tried to kill them. Maybe he tried to overthrow the gods and take over himself, but failed miserably. Or maybe, worst of all: broke someone’s limited-edition, vintage Tokyo Mew Mew Ichigo figurine. 

He sure as the underworld that he did something, why else would he be puking up hanahaki flowers like some cringey Canon x Reader fanfic? 

“Big Bro! You really should go to the school infirmary, the petals and stems can cause irritation and damage to the trachea and nasopharynx if not treated properly!”

Ortho was currently hovering over him, fretting like a mother hen over her chick. How ironic, Idia thought as he picked at the petals still in his teeth, it was for the little brother to be caring for the elder. 

“Why do that when I can just have the school delivery bots bring me medicine. Then I won’t have to interact with anyone, I’d literally DIE if anyone saw me like this…”

Especially if the Prefect saw him. The image of her sweet face, and beaming smile…like a scene from a shoujo manga, flooded his mind. He could practically hear her voice, full of concern, asking, “Are you okay, Idia?”

Idia fell into a sneezing fit, petals flying from his mouth and nose as his sneezes continued, one after the other, until he was also thrown into a hoarse, wet-sounding cough. 

“Big Bro! That’s it, you’re going to the nurse!” Ortho, despite being quite small, grabbed Idia by the back of his striped pajama shirt, much like one grabs a wet cat by the scruff of its neck. 

“UUuuuuuuuuuughghuguguguhidonwannaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHh!” Idia cried out in a whiney, high-pitched tone. 

His brother, perhaps taking pity on his brother, took the shortcut to the infirmary, cutting directly pass the buildings and fields as Idia’s arms and legs loosely flew like cooked spaghetti noodles. Flying through the window that Nurse Goethel often kept open for fresh air, Ortho plopped Idia into a spare bed, who collapsed like a ragdoll into the thin mattress. 

“I’ll go check you in with the Nurse, I’ll be right back, please make yourself comfortable Idia!”

Idia gave a muffled grumble as a response, shoving his face further into the hard surface of the bed with a sense of dread. He could hear Ortho speak with Goethel at her desk. 

Well, he thought, at least she won’t see me looking all gross and lovesick like some normie—

“Idia, oh my god, are you sick?” 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—”

A shrill, ear-splitting shriek left his mouth as the flames of his hair blew up into a blazing hot pink. Idia bolted him, a sharp pain hitting the top of his head as he heard you yelp. As he rubbed the pained spot, Idia noticed that you too were rubbing your chin. Oh Sevens, he hit your chin with his big, stupid head. 

“Ooowwwww, damn Idia, you hit hard…” you hissed, though you gave him a sweet smile in reassurance. 

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have scared you…though why are you covered in flowers?”

Idia froze, debating on whether or not he should open his mouth and potentially say something damning, or just stay quiet and hope you’d just get weirded out and leave. 

“Because he’s an idiot who didn’t come to immediately see me at the first petal cough!” 

The nurse came up to Idia with a disapproving glare, handing you a clipboard and pen before slipping on a clean pair of gloves. 

“Prefect, please check the boxes for every symptom I find. I believe I know what it is, but we need to check all our bases.” 

Idia peeked at you from the corner of his eye as you smiled at him, waving your fingers as the nurse whispered a spell to turn her magic pen into a makeshift flashlight. 

“Now, open up and say ‘ah’ so I can see what those flowers are doing to you.” 

Following her instructions, Idia tried his best to be a cooperative and willing patient, if just to get out of here faster. Unfortunately, your presence only seemed to make it harder to do so, as hydrangea flowers bloomed from the pores of his skin, focusing particularly around his hands and neck. 

The nurse, he’s sure, could also see the magic sparkles forming as a new bouquet formed through his throat and shot up his mouth. She tsked, leaning back to allow Idia to hack out the now decent sized hydrangea bouquet. They were a vibrant blue, much like his hair. 

“Ah, go, go on and let it out.” The nurse waved a hand at Ortho. “Dear, please fetch your brother a cup of the tea I have brewing at my desk. Prefect? Please note that the patient has no evidence of root growth in his throat.”

“Root growth!? Is my brother going to be okay?” Ortho worriedly rushed over, the tea spilling over the rim of the foam cup. “Is it a curse or disease? Is my brother growing a plant in his lungs!?”

“Ortho, you scanned me earlier this week, remember?” Idia hoarsely replied, taking the tea to gingerly sip at it. “Nothing in ‘em, or my stomach ‘cept ramen noods.”

“A WEEK?!” The three of you flinched at the shrill gasp of Goethel, who was glaring daggers at Idia. “Mr. Shroud, you’ve been sick with an unknown flora disease and you didn’t even bother to let the staff know? What if you were contagious!!”

Idia shrank into himself as he whispered, “It’s not like I leave my room…” 

“Bateria or the pollen could’ve gotten into the air vents and infected the rest of your dorm, ugh.” The nurse sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before addressing you. “Miss Y/N, if you mark down the lack of root growth, fever, and magical origin of the flowers, what do you get?”

He watched as you flipped through the clipboard, smile slightly faltering as you read one of the papers. You cleared your face briefly, before smiling politely back at the nurse and Idia.

“Based on everything, it seems that Idia most likely has the flower sickness, also known as the love sickness, petal fever, or, most commonly, hanahaki.”

Idia cringed at the cold, monotone sound of your voice. Now he’d done it. You knew, somehow you knew that he had the biggest, fattest, most twitterpated-full crush on you. No, crush was understated. He had dreams of you, the cringiest, domestic fantasy-based shit where he’d imagine you, waking up in bed with him back at the Island of Woe. You had given him a sleepy smile as you curled into side, naked. With a smile and a kiss to his lips, dream you turned over to hover over him, trailing small kisses and love bites down his body, further and further as you whispered to him, over and over, “I love you, Idia—”

A queasy, dizzying feeling fell over Idia as a particularly painful croup caused him to double over and vomit last night's dinner alongside blue, heart-shaped petals. 

“Idia!”

“Big Brother!”

“Shroud—Prefect, hold his hair back! Ortho, grab the trashcan, I’ll go get some cleaning supplies and new sheets.”

Nurse Goethel barked orders to the other two, who quickly jumped into action. Idia could feel a shiver as he felt your hands softly grasp his flaming hair, fingers grazing his cheek as you tucked his bangs behind his ears. He could barely make out your coos, no doubt comforting him. You must be disgusted seeing him like this, having to care for a sopping wet cat of a man. Ortho was holding the trash can, right on time for Idia to hurl some more flowers and stomach acid. 

“Oh, Idia…you poor thing.” You whispered into his ear, unintentionally causing his body to warm up and a chill go down his spine to settle in his abdomen. He was very aware that if he turned his head to look at you, he’d get a faceful of your chest like some harem isekai protag, the thought making him warm further and his tips pink again. 

“I didn’t realize you were feeling this bad, Idia…” Ortho murmured, guilt in his voice. “I should’ve brought you sooner…”

“N-no…” Idia gravelly replied, wiping his mouth clean. “It’s not your fault Ortho, don’t beat yourself over it.”

Ortho still looked guilty, but nodded in affirmation, glancing at briefly at the Prefect. His gaze flitted between the two, and Idia could briefly see Ortho’s eyes go blank, as they did when searching through his knowledge database.

“Miss Prefect!” Ortho chirped, voice now perky much to Idia’s concern. “May I ask for a spare infirmary shirt for my brother? He must be very uncomfortable in his soiled one!”

Idia was now firmly and acutely aware of your hands still on him, thumb rubbing soothingly into his temple. 

“Oh, of course Ortho.” You moved away, hands hovering for just a moment, as you replied, “They’re in the storage, I’ll be right back!”

Idia watched as you walked away into the infirmary storage. Ortho did as well, waiting until you were out of earshot to excitedly whisper, “Idia! I know it’ll be an easy fix!”

“Huh?” Idia rose an eyebrow at his brother, confusion setting in.

“It’s a love sickness, and you love the Prefect—Idia stop looking at me like that—so if you confess to them, the flowers will go away!”

Idia was still giving Ortho a horrified look, as he continued. 

“Based on the timing of your reactions in correlation with close proximity within the Prefect, along with your increased heart rate at their touch, speech, and glances, and the fact that the Prefect stated on December 15th at 11:18:53 pm that she likes hydrangeas, she is the cause of the sickness. Right?”

“Ortho!’ Idia hissed, grabbing at his brother to shut him up despite Ortho not technically having a mouth. 

“Quiet down, this isn’t some otome game where I can cheat and look online for the right responses. Did you see how she reacted earlier when she found out it was hanahaki, how disappointed she looked? There’s no way Y/N—I mean the Prefect, didn’t connect the dots. 

“But, Big Brother!” Ortho whined, “Based on her heart rate and increased body temperature—”

“No is no, Ortho! It’s not going to be such an easy fix, I’ll just get rejected!”

“Technically speaking—” Idia and Ortho both jumped at the nurse’s voice, who was coming back from storage with clean linens. The Prefect followed with a new shirt.

“—you don’t need your beloved to accept your feelings, just confess them. Though it’s quite rare that it’s not reciprocated.”

The nurse motioned for Idia to get up as the Prefect handed him the shirt. She began taking the sheets off as the nurse addressed the two brothers. 

“Mr. Shroud, if you are insisting on keeping this sickness intact for fear of rejection, then I will have to ask Professor Crewel for some more potent ingredients for your prescription. Little Shroud?”

“Oh, yes Nurse Goethel?” 

“I could use your assistance, please come with me, Miss Y/N will tend to your brother,” She had a smug tone and smirk as she said this, motioning for Ortho to follow. “Mr. Shroud, please have no worry, she makes an excellent student nurse!” 

Idia let out a defeated, low, whiney groan as he moped over behind one of the privacy screens. You remained quiet as you collected the dirty sheets. He could hear Goethel’s footsteps and Ortho’s fans fade away as they left further and further down the hall. Idia yanked his shirt off, slipping the clean one over his head, noting it was a tad bit too small. He grumbled in annoyance as he pulled the shirt down to cover his stomach. 

“Idia?”

“Eeep!” Idia yelped, your voice coming from right behind the screen. “Y-yes?”

“Are you done changing? I can take your shirt to the hamper.”

He hummed in response, peeking his hand from behind the screen with the shirt in hand. As you took the shirt and walked away, Idia slowly moved to look at you. Once he was sure your eyes were firmly ahead (and briefly taking a look at your ass), he launched himself back into bed, the smell of clean linen filling his nose. 

Idia sighed, a faux exhaustion settling into his bones as he sunk into the bed. He tensed as he felt you sit on the edge to this right. 

“Idia?” you hummed as he closed his eyes to focus on the darkness behind them, instead of you worried expression. 

He hummed in response. 

“Nurse Goethel said that the remedy is actually quick and easy, right?”

He hummed again.  

“You’ll just keep coughing hydrangeas until you do something, right?”

“...Yea.” Idia replied in a monotone voice. 

You sighed, a bit in frustration he thinks. “So?”

“...So?”

“Why don’t you?” You stretched out the last vowel with a questioning sound.

“Why don’t I?” Idia mimicked you. 

"Why don't you just confess?"

“Wha?” He yelped, looking at you like you’d grown heads like a hydra. “W-what do y-you mean, confess!? Are you crazy?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “It would help, wouldn’t it? And Nurse Goethel said it’s rare for it to not be reciprocated, so what do you have to lose?”

“First of all, what’s left of my dignity. Second, I’m not some ML in a romance manhwa. And, third!” Idia straightened up to look you in the eyes, a burst of confidence filling his veins in pure frustration and annoyance. “There’s no way that anyone would be interested in some loser like me, so what’s the point—”

“But I like you!”

Silence fell between you two as the realization of your words settled into both your minds. You, with a growing blush and look of embarrassment, and Idia gaping at you like a fish out of water.”

“Huh.”

“I said,” You murmured, twiddling with the ends of your hair. “That I like you. A lot. I think you’re really fun to be around, you’re even though you're shy and kinda geeky, you’re really passionate about the stuff you like. Idia.”

Your hand reached for his, hesitantly like you were afraid you’d burn him. As you laced your fingers together, Idia felt a lump form in his throat. He kept silent though, watching as you smiled shyly. 

“You’re sweet to your brother, and I notice, to me sometimes too. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you coming out to class more often so we could hang? I missed you this week…it was really lonely without you, even with all my friends.”

Still holding his hand, you leaned in closer to his face, looking at him earnestly. Was this real? Did he unlock a secret route with you without noticing? Why did you keep looking at his lips? OMG WAS THIS REAL—

“Idia,” You snapped him out of his thoughts as the distance between you two kept closing. “If the person you like doesn’t return your feelings, then they didn’t deserve you in the first place. I’ll be there to support you, even if you don’t like me the same way, I’ll always care for you as your friend—”

“But it is you.” Idia blurted out. Whether it was due to a mysterious burst of energy or just a slip of the tongue, he didn’t know. 

“W-what! Idia, you don’t have to try and make me feel—” you tried to stutter an excuse, cheeks pink like the fiery tips of his hair. 

“It’s you! I got this cause of you, cause I knew—I thought,” Idia started to ramble, getting up to grab you by the shoulders and shake. “I thought that you couldn’t like some weirdo like me. Are you telling me I could’ve snatched an SSR level kiss scene with you at any time??!!”

It was your turn to be shocked, a bewildered look in your eyes and Idia rapidly spoke, taking little breaths between sentences.

“Do you know what you do to me?? The thoughts, the dreams I have about you? I see you and get all hot and bothered and you’re telling me that I didn’t have to be some maidenless normie this entire time? I could’ve been lockin’ lips and getting my dick we—”

A sharp shriek leaving Idia’s mouth was muffled as you shoved your lips into his, effectively shutting up his rant. He whimpered as you swiped your tongue along his lips, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Idia, perhaps in the throes of passion, or not wanting to miss out on this once in a lifetime pull, reciprocated, albeit with a nervous hesitation. 

You seemed to approve, pressing your chest against his as your mouth moved against his, tongues dancing and moans being shared between half taken breaths. His hands hovered over you until you let go of his neck to guide his hands and place them over your hips. An arousing moan left your lips as your hands gently pushed his chest. 

Idia’s world slightly shifted as he fell back first into the bed, your hair creating a curtain as you separated from him. A line of shiny spit followed you, breaking as he gasped for breath while you leaned back down to press kisses against his neck, flowering the disappearing hydrangeas. 

He yelped as your teeth scraped a particularly sensitive spot, opening his mouth to blurt out, “I'm so happy that you confessed first.” 

You let out a breathless giggle, turning your head and resting your chin on his neck to look up at him with, he swears on the Star Rouge sequel, hearts in your eyes. “Why?” 

“If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.” Idia chuckled, “I’m sorry you have to deal with such a coward like me.”

“Idia.” You firmly responded, “Don’t. I like you as you are. We’re both young, we have time to grow. I’ll grow with you, if you’ll have me?

Looking down at you, practically on top of him, Idia opened his mouth to tease your softness, and suddenly froze. The mortifying, though wonderful he had to admit, scene was dawning on him as his entire body heated up and turned red. 

“Uuuuuwwwwwahaaahahahahaha—you’reontopofmethere’sagirlontopofmeisthisanewlevelinyourouteIdidn’tprepareforthis—mmmfph!”

You effectively shut him up with another kiss to his lips, smiling as Idia was shocked into silence with a dopy, wobbly smile forming on his lips.

“Relax, Idia, I’ll take the lead on all the romance stuff until you get the hang of it. For now you can be my player two!”

Idia snorted, smirking at you as he teased, “That’s such a cringey thing to say~”

“You say things like that all the time!” 

The two of you shared a soft laugh, unaware of the audience of two at the door watching. Ortho recorded the memory for the wedding he was already planning in his head, while the nurse muttered to herself about wasting time gathering ingredients for a prescription potion she no longer needed. Despite this, she smiled, happy that her little words of encouragement to the Prefect earlier worked. 

[coffee-and-tea-time]

Hey, I know the vote isn't done yet but I was wondering what our first interactions would be like with them all?

We can certainly arrange that!! Ask related to this post!

*Internally kicking his feet like a little girl seeing so many interactions with our post* ( • ᴗ • )

although maybe it’s a little short since we would rather leave more context for the actual posts - Tea

I read wrong a comment and thought they were requesting a shop owner when in truth they were talking about the seller, now the shop has an extra character *look into the abyss in poor reading comprehension*

In my defense, google said 'shopkeeper' was an equivalent to shop owner *disappointed of herself in non-native english speaker* but oh well, the more the merrier (ʃƪ＾3＾）��♡- coffee

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ ↔ ♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪ ⬅ representation of the twins receiving incentives to post

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tw: yandere behavior, nonhuman yanderes, human yanderes, delusional, RIP self-preservation, written in you/yours, willing reader

-`♡´- Dizie -`♡´-

You walk into your house, still submerged in your own thoughts as you walk through the door.

"Uh, maybe I should arrange something to welcome Dizie when he arrives? I hope I don't come off as awkward..."

But... Why is your place so dark?

 You hear the door being slammed shut and as you attempt to turn towards it, a hand snakes over your mouth with a delicate yet firm touch as another coils around your waist from behind. 

"You were worried about my first impression of you? That's… really cute"

The voice of a man purrs near your ear and then you feel his face gently nuzzling with the top of your head like an affectionate cat, a rather deadly one.

"I took the liberty of checking around your home, you know, to make sure everything is like it's supposed to be, to make sure nobody else is lurking around… I'm so glad that isn't the case, you're all mine to cherish… only mine"

You feel his nuzzling being replaced by a soft kiss on the top of your head, as the slender hand covering your mouth moves to gently hold your face while his thumb gently rubs your cheek. 

[Clarification: Dizie is NOT stuck in his past or still in love with the last “darling” he was bought by. He doesn't see the reader as a replacement of any sort. We want to get that out of the way from the get go, he's just traumatized (as he probably should be ngl) - the twins]

-`♡´- Gabriel -`♡´-

Tossing your keys onto your couch cushion you let out a soft sigh, the walk back home was rather awkward, well, as awkward as can be with a man following behind like a lost puppy, his eyes practically piercing the back of your head. You wondered why he kept walking behind you but brushed the thought out quickly as you felt him let out a veery faint sigh of awe while glancing around your home.

“it smells just like you-”

The man whispered to himself, his words quiet yet the silence of you both being alone allowed you to hear him very clearly. flattering, but also a little unnerving. 

How did he manage to smell you when he was walking like a meter away from you?

His hands fidgeted as you glanced back at him, his eyes landing on your form still basking in the sight like you were some sort of divine entity before him.

 “This must be Gabriel then” 

you thought, connecting your choice with the man that just randomly started following you which you didn't have the heart to scare away.

 When the seller said he was a worshiper… he wasn't exaggerating.

Shakily, he reaches for one of your hands, clasping it tenderly with both his hands, completely engulfing yours with the warmth of his nervous fidgeting. His cheeks blaze red by the mere idea of touching your skin.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to the back of your hand, taking a shaky breath, then looking up to meet your gaze with pure adoration.

“I'm so incredibly thankful to be in your presence, darling. I'm so glad you chose me…”

(A person called him and Grier 'pathetic little mew mews' and now that lives rent free on my head; if you read this, I love your energy - coffee)

-`♡´- Oliver -`♡´-

This man is eager, that's for sure. There's no denying it as he practically drags you with him to his bakery as soon as your finger grazed his name on that paper.

You couldn't say a thing though, that wide smile on his face was just as sweet as the scent that wafted through the air as you entered the shop with the jingle of the welcome bell.

You were ordered to sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee with some butter cookies for the wait. He wanted to make something special, he said, quickly diving into the kitchen without saying another word.

You took a small bite of the cookie thinking perhaps there was something in it, but if you were his darling now then it shouldn't be anything harmful, should it? The cookie was… just any normal cookie, it was delicious even, buttery and crumbly, mixing perfectly with the rich flavor of the coffee. 

Your mind drifted to the man’s appearance as he gave you constant glances, peeking from the kitchen a little too often, it was adorable in a way, like he was checking if you were still there. There was no need to check though, he had locked the entrance as soon as you walked in and you had totally noticed. You weren't going anywhere. 

A few minutes later he peeked again, though this time with a tray in his hands, he approached and placed it in front of you, a delicious slice of cheesecake greeting you. He smiled proudly as he saw your mouth water and as you eyes scanned the delicious treat you couldn't help but notice the fresh cut on his finger already bandaged up yet still bleeding a bit through the gauze… how deep was the cut? The blood was so red it didn't look like a superficial wound.

“I'm just a bit nervous, Dear, i wanted to cut it perfectly for you… my hand must have slipped”

He reassured you, dismissing the severity of it but quickly hiding the cut from you. His sheepish smile though made you forget about it for a hot minute- how was this bulky man such a sweetheart? 

Your fork soon dug into the creamy goodness of the cheesecake, the raspberry sauce that sat on top dripping a bit, its rich red color almost resembling that of his blood. What a passionate baker…

(...I love him, okay? -Tea)

-`♡´- singer  -`♡´-

The door of the car is opened before you get the chance to even lift a finger and you are greeted by the angelic face of a man, worthy of praise and worship, smiling down at you and offering his hand as to help you get out of the car

"Hi~, welcome welcome, how are you feeling on such a joyful day as today? I hope that you are as thrilled as I am"

He says with a charming smile, holding your hand delicately for you to exit the car then  guides you into his house, his eyes ogling you like a three course meal.

"Would you like something to drink? A water perhaps? I don't really have much sugary drinks since i take care of my vocal cords, but if that's what you'd like then I'll absolutely find a way to get it for you"

"Oh, I'm really fine, don't wor-"

His step falters before stopping dead in his tracks, his smile softening in… awe? He shuffles closer as your voice trails off by the sudden action.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry to interrupt your words, I just couldn't help but get closer… you speak so softly, I'd wish to hear you more clearly"

He puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, though it quickly moves up to your neck, his thumb caressing your throat.

"You shouldn't overthink too much, your duty here is being happy with me, and when I'm not around, feel free to enjoy your free time as you wish; my only condition here is you take care of yourself and… to not look at anyone else in the eye for too long… but well, you should’ve already expected that, you signed for it, honey"

-`♡´- Myotis -`♡´-

You feel your heart on your throat as the butler opens the door for you, as you make your way inside, you feel like you walked straight into a historical movie of some sort, if the outside looked already out of a gothic fairytale, you can't find the words to describe how impressive the inside is.

"I'm glad you seem to like the place, Amore, that makes things easier for both of us. I hope you can forgive my eagerness to meet you"

You can't help but get surprised when you notice him right beside you, speaking to you dearly as he grabs your hand as if it was made of glass to softly kiss the back before giving you a smile.

"Fear not, you can always indulge yourself and wander around to enjoy the mansion, but I rather that the precious focus of your gaze be on me, I’d be delighted to spend as much time with you as possible, don't you think so?" 

-`♡´- Lior -`♡´

You enter your home excited, wondering if you should get some fairy lights and stuff for the yandere you chose when a rustling in the distance disturbs your thoughts, grounding you back to reality.

You make your way in the direction of the noise and find yourself standing in front of your bedroom window where the poor moth boy flutters his wings trying to squeeze past the small gap, half of his body still hanging outside the window. This must be Lior.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, I just thought I would be able to fit in the open gap"

You truly can't help but giggle at the situation, okay, he is really cute for a yandere, the seller sure speaks the truth.

He grumbles uncomfortably, wiggling his way inside your home. His satchel almost falling out the window, but he manages to grab it mid air. Fast reflexes, that's a plus.

"I brought a present with me!"

He sighed out in relief while holding his satchel. With some effort due to his limited movement, he is quick to lift his bag and rummage through it, proudly lifting in the air a big cinnamon scented candle.

“Some light for my daylight! I-I thought you'd like it, though I'm not allowed to use candles… I always burn myself with the wax”

(he's my baby and i love him, thank you very much. -tea)

-`♡´- Tarak -`♡´

"Huh, what a gorgeous being…for a human… I will accept your proposal"

The dragon says in a low husky voice, gazing at you with a smirk, his hand gently lifting your chin so that your eyes meet his.

"You were the one that got chosen, not the other way around"

The seller quickly remarks, the humanoid dragon clicking his tongue in response.

“Same difference... the order of the factors does not alter the product after all, we are united either way”

Even if the humanoid acts roughly with the seller, Tarak gently puts your hand on his arm and holds it there as he walks outside of the store with you. What a gentleman.

"You are going to love the forest, of course, my cave is most enchanting, but I did in fact go out of my way and make a cabin next to it, everything is already taken cared of, I know not every species has the resilience to prosper in my environment, but, well, your ancestors used to live in caves... so maybe you can manage"

“Is my home not an option from the beginning?”

You say a little nervous, not sure if you can actually survive in a forest without being eaten alive by the wildlife, although you must admit that is kind of a silly thought if you think of the power of a dragon like him.

He looked like he was about to protest your request, but just your scent in the air was all he needed to sense your feelings and give you a look as he relaxed his shoulder in defeat.

"... alright, I'll indulge you, we have a lot of time in our hands to adjust to the changes around us anyways, I'll stay at your home until you are comfortable enough to come to mine, I will make sure to adorn it in any way you please for when that time comes"

He gently messes with your hair as a way to reassure you before he resumes walking, following you to your home.

-`♡´- Grier -`♡´ 

The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.

"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"

You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,  like the person behind it moved away from it.

"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"

The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.

“I’m here! I'm here!!” 

He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"

"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"

-`♡´- The seller -`♡´

"I already told you, I'm not a yandere"

"How did you know I don't go out?"

"You're practically chronically online! It's just a lucky guess"

"My screen time is something even weirder for you to know!"

"..."

"..."

"... don't tell management"

[Clarification: yes, the seller’s is shorter, that's because as far as we can tell, he's most likely to win first place in the survey so we are saving up most of his character and interactions for his main post (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ - the twins] 

-`♡´- …owner? -`♡´

…???

"Oh, that's an interesting turn of events, so many options yet the button you press is not even part of the survey..? How experimental”

The owner let out a rich laugh as he spoke his usual nonsense to catch your attention through the speakers of the shop.

"Ah yes, 'nonsense'. What a disappointing excuse.."

The owner argued with himself under his breath before he sights.

"Want something to drink?"

*Ejem* little clarification (it's the third one now in this post, get a grip. - tea to himself), characters that aren't in this survey have already been requested in asks or comments or, well, won the first survey. we haven't forgotten about them, we are already working on their posts 💚 - tea

Don't forget! If you like something specific, you can ask freely! As I said before, we love interactions! (Attentions seekers? More like validation seekers lol) - coffee

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

Divider by tea ✌️ (i know I'm amazing/j)

[nyxx-shade13]

MLP POKEMON TEAMS

((Did that shit in three days))

MANE 6

Twilight Sparkle - Espeon, Noctowl, Starmie, Cosmoem, Alakazam, Hatterene

Rarity - Leavanny, Carbink, Purugly, Milotic, Roserade, Tsareena

Apple Jack - Stoutland, Tauros, Hydrapple, Breloom, Blaziken, Ampharos

Rainbow Dash - Turtwig, Noivern, Jolteon, Braviary, Staraptor, Hawlucha

Pinkie Pie - Alcremie, Mime Jr., Shuppet, Totodile, Ludicolo, S. Drifloon

Fluttershy - Leafeon, Buneary, Blissey, Vivillon, Whismur, Bewear

Royalty

Celestia - Solgaleo, Aurorus, Togekiss, Heliolisk, Solrock, G. Rapidash

Luna - Lunala, Musharna, Banette, Lunatone, Sableye, Absol

Cadence - Diancie, Sylveon, Aromatisse, Clefable, Gardevoir, Wigglytuff

Flurry Heart - G. Ponyta, Flabebe, Popplio, Raltz, Spritzie, Hatenna

TWILIGHT'S REFORMED PROJECTS

Sunset Shimmer - Delphox, F. Pyroar, Scrafty, Incineroar, Flareon, Larvesta

Starlight Glimmer - Salazzle, Hypno, Misdreavus, Gothitelle, S. Umbreon, A. Marowak

Trixie Lulamoon - Liepard, Toxipex, S. Zorua, Mismagius, Weezing, Weavile

SIBLINGS

Shining Armor - Gallade, Aegislash, Aggron, Empoleon, Dragonite, Bastiodon

Spike - Gabite, Goomy, Dratini, Fletchling, Fraxure, Bagon

Big Macintosh - Mudsdale, Appletun, Torterra, Emboar, Bouffalant, Dugtrio

Maud Pie - Relicanth, Golurk, Armaldo, Gigalith, Rampardos, Rhydon

Limestone Pie - Boldore, Sableye, Scrafty, Morpeko, Poochyena, Duskull

Marble Pie - Litwick, Phantump, Espurr, Baltoy, A. Vulpix, Morgrem

CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS

Apple Bloom - Applin, A. Deerling, Bulbasaur, Togepi, Dedenne, Eevee

Sweetie Belle - Noibat, Swablu, Kirlia, Jigglypuff, Chatot, Eevee

Scootaloo - Torchic, Emolga, Klink, Rufflet, Cubone, Eevee

VILLAINS

Nightmare Moon - Spectrier, Crobat, Dusknoir, Absol, Lunatone, Minior

Discord - Blacephalon, Gyrados, Dracovish, Inkay, Honchcrow, Swalot

Queen Chrysalis - Zygarde, Zoroark, Vespiquen, A. Grimer, Hypno, Meowscarada

King Sombra - Darkrai, Spiritomb, Grimmsnarl, Obstagoon, Runarigus, Mightyena

Lord Tirek - Yveltal, Houndoom, Malamar, Emboar, P. Tauros, Tyranitaur

Cozy Glow - Hoopa, A. Ratata, Inkay, Zubat, Impidimp, Purrloin

Stygian - Marshadow, Mimikyu, Litwick, H. Zorua, G. Yamask, Banette

Day Breaker - F. Arceus, Volcarona, Rapidash, Typhlosion, S. Salazzle, Talonflame

MOVIE VILLAINS

Adagio Dazzle - Pheramosa, Liepard, Salazzle, Lopunny, Kingdra, Florges

Aria Blaze - Nihilego, Dragalge, Gengar, Luxray, Hydreigon, Noivern

Sonata Dusk - Mew, Lumineon, Goodra, S. Ampharos, Clefairy, Altaria

Midnight Sparkle - G. Articuno, Chandelure, Mismagius, Gothitelle, Starmie, Reuniclus

Gaia Everfree - Virizion, Meowscarada, Serperior, Shiinotic, Tsareena, H. Liligant

Wallflower Blush - Celebi, Meganium, Floragato, Decidueye, Sunflora, Maractus

Tempest Shadow - Naganadel, Toxtricity, Sableye, Murkrow, S. Umbreon, Grimmsnarl

ANTAGONISTS

Diamond Tiara - Spritzee, G. Ponyta, Hatenna, Glameow, Munna, Indeedee

Silver Spoon - Klefki, Ferroseed, Indeedee, Skitty, Abra, Piplup

Gilda - Mandibuzz, Fearow, Hawlucha, Skarmory, Braviary, Honchcrow

Lightning Dust - Salamence, Crobat, Staraptor, Pidgeot, Noivern, Scizor

Babs Seed - Scraggy, Pancham, Riolu, Machop, Stufful, Scyther

Mane-iac - S. Tsareena, Shiinotic, Serperior, Seviper, Milotic, Roserade

Suri Polomare - Delcatty, Meowstic, Roselia, Ariados, A. Ninetails, Glaceon

FEMALE SIDE CHARACTERS

Moon Dancer - A. Raichu, G. Slowking, Umbreon, G. Rapidash, Mimikyu, Baltoy

Minuette - Sharpedo, Mawile, Bruxish, Gibble, Chewtle, Totodile

Lyra Heartstrings - Elgyem, Cradily, Sigilyph, Chimecho, Goodra, Stonejourner

Bonbon - Inteleon, Greninja, Espurr, Nickit, Ditto, Klefki

Derpy Hooves - Spinda, Furret, Azurill, Slurpuff, Pidove, Bewear

Cheerilee - Cherim, Liligant, Meganium, Aromatisse, Whimsicott, Ribombee

Zecora - Gourgeist, Oranguru, Sigilyph, Claydol, Xatu, Trevanant 

Spitfire - Fearow, Skarmory, Golbat, Vikavolt, Pidgeot, Scizor

Fleet foot - Zubat, Swablu, Gliscor, Gyrados, Noibat, Staravia

Cherry Jubilee - Cherubi, Combee, Lurantis, Florges, Steenee, Bellossom

Tree Hugger - Sprigatito, Exeggutor, Tropius, Venusaur, Tangrowth, Maractus

The Cakes - Daschbun, Alcremie, Slurpuff, Bounsweet, Dipplin, Cherubi

Ember - Haxorus, Garchomp, Dragapult, Salamence, Flygon, Dragonair

MALE SIDE CHARACTERS

Soarin - Corvisquire, Kilowattrel, Cramorant, Golbat, Swellow, Murkrow

Bulk Biceps - Machamp, Bewear, Hariyama, Blaziken, Conkeldurr, Snorlax

Flash Sentry - Exploud, Charizard, Zebstrika, Bisharp, Hariyama, Weavile

Thorax - Araquanid, Beedrill, Masquerain, Heracross, Ariados, Beautifly

Thunder Lane - Luxray, Aerodactyl, Manectric, Jolteon, Sir Fetch'd, Emolga

Snips/Snails - Turtwig, Chimchar, Ratata, Wimpod, Trubbish, Shuckle

Flim/Flam - Diglett, Thievul, Flapple, Unphesant, Magnemite, Sudowoodo

Star Swirl - Golurk, Polteageist, Mismagius, Beheeyem, Alakazam, Unknown

Cheese Sandwich - Raichu, Mr. Mime, Drampa, Toedscrool, Lechonk, Chatot

Dr. Whooves - Great Tusk, Iron Valiant, Roaring Moon, Iron Jugulis, Flutter Mane, Iron Moth

Sunburst - Delphox, Claydol, Solrock, Kadabra, Unknown, Indeedee

APPLE FAMILY

Granny Smith - S. Applin, Sawsbuck, Flygon, Bayleaf, Gogoat, Eldegoss

Bright Macintosh - Mudsdale, Tauros, Stoutland, Appletun, Trevanant, Diggersby

Pear Butter - Bellossom, Whimsicott, Marowak, Mudbray, Leafeon, Petilil

Braeburn - S. Dipplin, Bouffalant, Dubwool, Excadrill, Brambleghast, Herdier

Sugar Belle - Alcremie, S. Fidough, Aromatisse, Togepi, Slurpuff, 

YOUNG 6

Ocellus - Fomantis, S. H. Zorua, Cutiefly, Raltz, S. Ditto, Budew

Sandbar - Cottonee, Bounsweet, Turtwig, Oddish, Eevee, Treeko

Gallus - S. Gallade, Braviary, Corviknight, Bisharp, Gimmighoul, Jolteon

Silverstream - Brionne, Smeargle, Mime jr., S. Dratini, Skitty, S. Vaporeon

Yona -  Leavanny, P. Tauros, A. Vulpix, Floette, Kirlia, Hatterene

Smolder - Charmander, Sableye, Stufful, Scraggy, Impidimp, Pangoro

FAMOUS/MUSIC PONIES

Photo Finish - Espathra, Roserade, Lurantis, Tsareena, Leavanny, Florges

Sapphire Shores - Quaquaval, Dragonair, Vaporeon, Finizen, Froslass, S. Gardevoir

Coloratura - Primareena, Lapras, Gothorita, Sableye, Frosmoth, Mimikyu

Octavia - Swanna, G. Oricorio, Kirlia, F. Meowstic, Kricketune, Chimecho

Vinyl Scratch - Exploud, Toxtricity, Rillaboom, Obstagoon, Accelgor, Chatot

Daring Do - Kabutops, Heatmoor, Tyrantrum, Ariados, Spiritomb, Zangoose

[melting-mutants-apocalypse-au]

Traduction en français de ce que l'on a écrit sur la fiche :

Silver : Statut : En vie et non infecté - Ses jambes sont affaiblies par de nombreuses blessures. Il utilise donc la télékinésie pour se transporter - Il aide son épouse Blaze pour rechercher Sonic - Ses yeux virent au bleu quand il est en colère Santé Mentale : 3/5 Santé Physique : 2/5 Force/Pouvoir : 3/5

Lors de l'invasion de la Dimension Sol, Silver sauva de justesse Blaze de l'emprise de Mew, lui évitant ainsi d'être elle même transformée en mutante.

Changeant de dimension, ils rejoignent assez tôt Tails et ses amis dans le Bunker afin d'être en sécurité et d'aider à protéger les survivants.

C'est lors d'un combat acharné contre des mutants de stade 3, aussi appelé Fullmelts, que Silver vu gravement blessé aux jambes. Il mis plusieurs mois avant de pouvoir les bouger de nouveau. Cependant il est incapable de tenir debout, ses jambes étant désormais trop faibles pour supporter son propre poids. Il utilise donc la télékinésie pour se déplacer, flottant au dessus du sol.

Un jour, alors que rien de particulier semblait se dérouler, Blaze entra dans le Bunker, complètement paniquée. Silver mis du temps à la calmer, mais dès qu'elle le pu, elle annonça avoir vu Sonic dans la Dimension Sol. Si Tails et les autres furent sceptiques, notamment car il arrivait souvent que certains survivants commencent à perdre la tête, Silver lui décida de lui faire confiance.

Ensemble ils discutèrent longuement de ce qu'ils allaient faire, et décidèrent de quitter le Bunker pour sillonner la Dimension Sol afin de trouver Sonic.

Ils partirent sans prévenir les autres, ne voulant pas qu'ils essayent de les convaincre de rester, et ce sans savoir s'ils vont vraiment réussir leur objectif de retrouver Sonic.

[milescomics]

random oc memes

[semjet]

It took me a little longer to write Luffy's, because I've been thinking about how to organize this, I'll probably make a masterlist to list more characters and classify them, maybe I'll write some fanfic since I have some ideas, but I'll see.

Masterlist here.

Anyway, let's go with Luffy:

Infernape

I have already stated before that everyone has a pokemon given to them by their parents as their first pokemon and this is the one I see Garp leaving with Luffy, following with the last name Monkey.

It is also a fire type, which I consider a good nod to his brothers, and he can have the Blaze ability, which enhances fire attacks with fewer life points, which suits Luffy quite a bit, because the boy shines in adversity.

Regarding the Pokedex, I highlight the description of Legends Arceus, where it says that its combat form resembles a dance (I imagine in this AU as the dance in honor of the Sun God)

Milotic

Listen, I haven't gone crazy.

I see milotic as a nod to the fact that who is considered the most beautiful woman in the world in One Piece has feelings for Luffy, but also as a reference to the Power of Friendship madness that Luffy has, because one of the methods of evolution is to raise the level of beauty of the Feebas and level it up, basically, making it more secure and confident of itself.

In game you would have to feed a Feebas a specific food, which also raises the friendship level. I perfectly see Luffy as a child, when he felt alone, picking up a lost Feebas, that others might not want, and treating it so well that it evolves.

Victini

First mythical Pokemon, and therefore, we are going to establish a rule. Legendary or Mythical pokemoms choose their trainer, pokeballs (although it's not something Luffy of all people uses, in fact I see it more as a World Government exclusive item) don't work on them, they're almost gods, period.

Having said that, this Victini is an obvious reference to Luffy's Devil Fruit, with an almost divine Pokémon, playful (especially if you have seen the movie) and that has the fire type.

At first I thought of Mew, since it has the characteristic of doing whatever it wants, and also has the most flexible DNA possible, but I still wanted to keep that reference to the Sun, since he is literally the God of the Sun, so I preferred to look for one that was fire type.

Another detail that has led me to choose Victini is that in several entries in its Pokedex, the descriptions emphasize how whoever has this pokemon always wins, and yes, Luffy has been destroyed many times, many times, but in the end he laughs last.

Lycanroc Dusk Form

This pokemon is a reference to Luffy's connection with the Sun, as it evolves at dusk into this specific form and also to his relationship with Ace when they met, since in Growlithe's Pokedex (pre-evolution of Arcanine) it says that they tend to fight for territory with the Rockruff (pre-evolution of Lycanroc).

I don't have much more to say for this one, to be honest.

Eevee

I choose the pre-evolution and not any of its nine evolutions because Eevee is, behind Ditto and Mew, the Pokémon with the most genetic flexibility for changing shape, which I think is closely linked to Luffy's fruit.

Furthermore, Luffy's Eevee would be specifically the one given as the initial one in the game Let's Go, Eevee, which cannot evolve, literally because it doesn't feel like it (you give it a Stone and it rejects it) but it does have movements of types that a normal Eevee don't have that represents each evolution.

A plus for having a Gigantamax form, as a nod to Luffy's ability to change size in his different Gears. Also, I find the image of Luffy fighting with an Eevee that suddenly goes from being 0.3 meters tall (0.984 feet tall) to a cuddly monster measuring 18 meters (59.05 feet tall) hilarious.

Pawmot

This is literally the only pokemon that can revive another pokemon on the team during combat. Luffy literally died and revived as a God. I see a lot of sense in it.

Additionally, Luffy's fruit makes him immune to electricity and one of Pawmot's possible abilities is Volt Absorb.

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3238: Reshiram & Charizard-GX (Unbroken Bonds)

Reshiram & Charizard-GX was a pretty crazy Pokemon. Sure, it couldn't use its main attack multiple turns in a row, but 230 was such a good damage number that it was an exciting card anyway. This was also a very bulky Pokemon that could get another attack to hit hard after taking a lot of damage, and was on a type that got an incredible amount of support. Sometimes it seemed like they wanted a certain card to work, and Reshiram & Charizard-GX was one of those. Maybe they just wanted a Charizard to break through somehow.

270 HP, while unsurprising for a Tag Team, was very bulky. Even other Tag Teams and the V Pokemon later weren't really getting there. A gigantic hit from a Blacephalon could, but unless you were in a perfect spot there decks were looking to 2 hit KO this. Water was only a minor Weakness to have. Keldeo-GX had a few months in the spotlight but it didn't really last, and Frosmoth had only a few big moments. The Retreat Cost was the only bad thing, as 3 Energy was a lot to pay to retreat. The good news was that most decks using this were generally revolving around Basic Pokemon and tended to have room for the switching cards that were badly needed on a Pokemon that couldn't use its best attack repeatedly.

Outrage, at the start of the game, wasn't good. 30 damage was the base here, and it required a Fire and a Colorless Energy. There was an extra 10 damage for each damage counter on Reshiram & Charizard-GX, however, and since it was almost never being Knocked Out from full health, this became a really solid secondary attack in some spots. It was a little less useful than you'd think because using it often meant you were about to give up 3 Prizes to the next attacker, but if you could get a big KO and survive doing that the one time sometimes it would be worth it. It was also good if the opponent didn't look like they were going to be able to set the next thing up to respond.

Flare Strike needed 4 Energy, 3 of which had to be Fire, and also couldn't be used during your next turn. An attack like this had to have a lot going for it to be worth using... And it did 230 damage, which was incredible. Only other Tag Teams and VMAXes were taking this, and any chip damage at all or a follow-up from any other Pokemon could get the job done alongside it. This was all about damage, as there were no effects of any sort on the attack.

Double Blaze GX did 200 for 3 Fire Energy, which was certainly more than most like it. You'd still be going for Flare Strike... Usually. If you could get 3 extra Fire Energy attached, 100 more damage was added and all effects on the opponent's Active Pokemon were ignored. This functionally just deleted any Pokemon that wasn't a VMAX. This wasn't easy to actually pull off, but was certainly possible with Welder around and it was a game-winning play sometimes.

Reshiram & Charizard-GX showed up in a lot of decks in its time. It was best known for being the star of its own deck, especially in its first year. Sometimes it would pair with general supporting Pokemon and sometimes it skipped those to gain access to Green's Exploration for Trainer cards since it didn't have an Ability. The power was impressive enough to stay relevant and Welder was the acceleration it really needed. It was also used in Fire-based Mewtwo & Mew-GX decks, taking advantage of how many options said type had along with the Welder access. As time went on, Reshiram & Charizard-GX did slip a bit, though it never fully went away, and could be seen in Fire toolboxes as well as a few decks of its own. Achievable big damage on a well-supported type was enough to make this one of the stars of its time despite really needing room for switching cards to be really great on its own, and you'd just expect to see this at tournaments for the span of a couple of years.

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A Found Flame {Pt.7}

Pairing: Mentor!Gale Dekarios x Apprentice!GN!Reader

(Previous Chapter) – (Next Chapter) ➔ (AO3)

A/N: i haven't finished the game personally but i have seen (minor) spoilers of the epilogue and uhm... i feel so validated knowing what his job is after the events of the game. complete, even. so glad larian agreed with the fandom on this one :) also warning for slight mentions of smut/nsfw material!! no actual smut here, but just beware. MDNI

Word Count: 3.2k

The early morning went about as you’d expected; Serving salmon for the Tressym and warming up what remained of the mushroom stew despite it not being much of a morning meal. Seeing as how the stove was being used, you decided it best to make yourself a cup of coffee along with the soup, though the pairing wasn’t a very pleasant one. Better than nothing, as you weren’t sure you’d manage to survive the day without some form of caffeine, and coffee was the only way you knew how to access that booster. Once you finished your makeshift meal, you spent a little while cleaning the kitchen, and then found Tara waiting for you in the study, planted in front of a very familiar book. 

“Flames and Fatalities,” you remark, and Tara purrs in response, pressing a paw to the left page, one claw unsheathing to tap at the passage she pointed to. You step closer to get a better look, and your hand rests on the back of Gale’s chair. You hesitate, unable to avoid the feeling that you’re lacking permission to sit in it. To sit at his desk. To take his spot. This chair isn’t meant for you, and you’re sure you’ll insult the tower by making any attempt to replace him. He isn’t here, and he isn’t dead either, and yet you struggle with the idea of disrespecting him.

“Oh, dear, it’s not going to eat you – Sit,” Tara mews, rolling her eyes at your conflict, and you force out a nervous chuckle. Pushing past the discomfort, you pull the chair out and take a seat, hovering on the edge of the chair, not wanting to take up any more room than absolutely necessary. Tara either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, as she pulls her paw away and tilts her head up, expecting you to read.

Clearing your throat beforehand, you give a meek roll of your shoulders and begin reading the passage. “Chapter six, Avoiding Accidental Amalgamations,” you over-pronunciate as you fight not to twist your own tongue on the words, “Spark spells and their synergies… Uh, fire and freeze frustrate– Gods, does everything have to be an alliteration?” You grumble, shaking your head. 

“Wizards and their wordplay. Mr. Dekarios is merely a fraction of the pride most take in their language. Overdone, if you ask me. Carry on,” Tara dictates, and you nod, finding your place on the page once more. You continue to read aloud, going over the reactions of different spell types, ranging from fire, to force, to thunder, to psychic, and everything in-between. Including some you didn’t know of, despite all the reading you’ve been subjected to. 

“Wouldn’t ‘radiant’ be the same as fire?” You ask, and Tara shakes her head, her tail flicking. 

“Hardly! Oh, dear, this will be a long journey, won’t it?” She sighs, and you chuckle awkwardly, not sure if she means it as a tease or a slight. “Fire-based spells, such as the flame bolt you cast the other day, or more… trained skills, such as fireball, rely on heat; the physical form of sparks, blazes, and what have you,” she explains, her tail twitching, reminding you of Gale’s gesticulations whenever he explained similar topics. The parallels are amusing, making you feel a little more at ease with his absence. “Radiant spells, however, have direct connections to religion. The spells that devoted clerics or paladins most commonly use, for example, are usually spells that make use of their religion, which comes in the form of radiant lights. Examples of said spells include guiding light, sacred flame, and so on and so forth. Are you particularly devoted to a certain God or Goddess?” She asks. 

“Well, I was closest to worshiping Mystra, since Gale was so fond of her, but not so much with my knowledge now. My parents both worshiped Lathander, but I never really ‘devoted’ myself to one specific deity,” you explain, leaning back in the chair, allowing yourself to get a little more comfortable.

“Radiant spells require the channeling of devotion, so it’s unlikely you’ll come across such spells in your practice. Anyhow, I do assure you that the two are quite distinctly different,” she reminds, and you give a small nod, returning to reading the passages in the book. 

The ‘lessons’ (though it soon felt more akin to storytime as you read infodump after infodump aloud to Tara, and even she seemed bored after a while) continue until you reach the end of the chapter, at which point Tara promptly excuses herself for a nap. Frankly, you were surprised she didn’t doze off during your reading. 

Scanning over the thirteen pages again, you decide that reviewing would best be saved for a time when you weren’t feeling so zapped. For all the reading you did, decoding the tongue-twisting alliterations took up most of your brain power, so the processing part of the lesson was sorely lost on you. Using a spare feather to mark your place in the book, you close the guide and stand up from Gale’s chair, only now realizing just how far you’d been sitting back on it. Any of your previous reservations seem to have been pushed entirely aside, and you glance around the study as if to offer apologies to the room. 

Tara, resting in the small nook by the fireplace, appears to have already dozed off, and you’re left not entirely sure what to do with your time. Usually, at this point in the day, Gale would make a request of you, or allow you to find some story or written lecture to occupy yourself with, or you’d be in charge of picking up around the study, but…

With only you and Tara, there isn’t much of a mess to clean up after. Everything was exactly as you’d left it last night, save for the Flames and Fatalities book being removed from its usual place on the shelf, but you figure that it’s best to leave it out for now, as you expect to return to it before long. 

You don’t need to make lunch, as you aren’t currently hungry, and there’s not the usual extra wizard to feed. It feels lonesome, really. You’re not much of an apprentice without a mentor. Not much of an assistant without a boss. Not much of yourself without him. 

Mildly unsettled at the reminder, you do your best to think of some way to entertain yourself, and you are quick to recall the plans you’d made last night. Seeing as how Tara tends to sleep in his room, her napping in the study grants you a short, but sure, opportunity to ‘peek’ into his bedroom without fear of interruption. 

Breaking and entering is hardly the right term! You live here too, and you’ve seen inside of it before, even if you haven’t necessarily been invited inside or actually ever stepped foot past his door. 

Anyways, since the rest of the tower is remarkably tidy, you can only imagine the mess that awaits behind his door. Blaming it on your lack of direction, you figure the best way to stay in touch with your role as apprentice is to do some gentle rearranging and fixing of his bedroom. Almost like a gift to him, upon his return. He’d surely be delighted to find his private quarters in a much better condition than he left them.

And if you just so happen to find the rumored book that somehow completely changed his mind, you wouldn’t be complaining. 

So, with a quick regard to Tara to ensure she’s paying no mind to you, you step towards the dark door that you’d only ever seen cracked open or completely closed. He’d never given a direct reason as to why he kept his private quarters so private. In his defense, you’d never asked, for fear of seeming disrespectful or potentially upsetting him.

Oh, how far you’d come. 

Perhaps your comfort had festered into the slightest of flaws. It was fine in moderation. But maybe you were a little more comfortable than the term ‘moderation’ could bend to fit. Recently, you’d made quite the series of advances that certainly tested the limits of your business-based relationship with him. Though he was hardly innocent of making similar leaps in faith, and sometimes you wondered just how far you could take it. Of course, when you found your mind wandering, you were always quick to shut down such adventurous hypotheticals, as he was your mentor, and you, his apprentice. That was all it would ever be. Nothing more, and hopefully, nothing less.

Besides, he’d made it perfectly clear he was neither interested in nor gifted with the time he deemed necessary to pursue romantics. Between the pressing matter of the orb and how busy he was in his day-to-day life, you’re nearly positive that a relationship is the last thing on his mind at any given time. 

The door creaks when you open it, and you cringe, but Tara remains settled and, by all appearances, soundly asleep. So you push it open just a little further, enough to awkwardly shimmy inside, and you’re met with a much stronger scent of dust and… sage? 

There’s a bed, round and draped with messy indigo silk, in the middle of the room, pushed up against a wall with an equally circular window, the panes split into four sectors by silver dividers. Those dividers stop at a smaller circle in the middle of the window, forming a pretty design to compliment an even more gorgeous view of the water. You doubted that the balcony, as pretty of a sight as it offered, hardly surpassed the view that this window had, and it makes you wonder why he didn’t mention it when you previously asked if he missed the stars. 

The room is, as you expected, in quite a disastrous state – The bed is lazily arranged, the four satin pillows messily strewn across the head, and the silk blanket is on the verge of dressing the floor rather than the mattress, making you wonder if he even bothers to make use of it when he sleeps. Bookshelves line a foot and a half of wall space on either side of the window, though the dust stacked up on most of them is visible even when you’re a few yards away, and you have to stifle a cough just thinking about trying to neatly clean them. 

You’re quite sure that those bookshelves were incredibly neat once upon a time, but now the books lean in all different directions, making it obvious exactly where a book was plucked from the company of its comrades, and was never important enough to put back. It also helps that there are piles of books stacked around the room. There’s one stack to your left, just narrowly avoiding being knocked over by the arc of the opening door, and another one-and-a-half by the right side of his bed. A few other, shorter stacks litter the floor, most pushed against the nearest wall, though it does little to make the floorspace appear any neater. 

There’s two rugs – one large dark blue rectangle that is unevenly layered underneath the foot of the bed, the longer sides stretching out to the left and right, and another small red square that nestles underneath a cat tree, and you realize that the natural wooden posts are the most probable cause of the underlying cedar scent of the room. Still, the sage goes unexplained, at least for the time being.

You close – or, nearly close – the door behind you, curious as to where exactly you should start searching. Or– tidying. Where you should start… tidying. 

Naturally, you’re drawn to the bed. Despite the complaints of your initial hesitancy, you dare to take a seat on the edge of it, your hand brushing over the strikingly soft satin sheets, matching the maroon of the messy pillows, and you struggle to see a world in which a man who sleeps on this level of comfort could possibly wear the same weary exhaustion that Gale’s eyes do. Surely, anybody who was gifted this absolute perfection of a sleeping space would receive the best rest known to man, hells, even known to any of the gods. And still, it isn’t quite enough to balance the scales of Gale’s stress. 

You frown, momentarily finding yourself pitying him, but you quickly shift your thoughts, knowing very well that pity won’t help anyone. Slightly subconsciously, you dare to arrange his pillows a little neater, lining them up against the fabric-wrapped, shell-like headboard. Continuing, you grab the silky indigo that washes over one half of the bed and pull it closer, and only then does the origin of the sage make itself known. Double-checking your assumption, you pull one handful of the blanket closer to your face, slowly inhaling, and your suspicions are confirmed. It shouldn’t come as any surprise that they smell exactly like him, but it does come as a surprise just how much that detail soothes you. 

A little strange, you have to admit. Perhaps it’s the familiarity that has you grasping it a little tighter, running your thumbs over the impossibly soft texture, holding it close enough to continue enjoying the aroma. Barely has the sun managed a full cycle since he’s left, and gods, you miss him already. It’s embarrassing, a little shameful, and you don’t appreciate the places your hypothetical imagination wanders, contemplating the permanent loss of his company, how distraught such a development would render you. 

So you hold the blanket for a little longer before eventually conceding, scoffing silently at your own perceived immaturity, and you return to your initial plans; straightening his bed. You fix the blanket, lightly tucking the edges between the mattress and the bed frame to keep them in place. You continue around the bed until your foot hits something beneath it, and you first believe it to be one of the feet of the bed frame, though it’s out of place, and uneven compared to the placement of the other supporting posts.

Allowing curiosity to get the best of you, you kneel, and find four books pushed underneath the bed, stacked too neatly to be accidental placements. Well, you did have two goals, after all. And maybe these are the books you’re looking for. So you reach underneath and pull out the stack, placing it on the bed. Interestingly enough, there is barely a lick of dust to be found on any of the books. There’s no title covers on any of them, not even a sewn in phrase or name on the spines of the books. 

How mysterious…

It would be positively insane of you to not indulge and examine these books a little closer. And you’re nothing if not sane. So, you sit on the bed once more, even shuffling up to the head and getting a little more comfortable as you grab the book off of the top of the stack, the forest green leather showcasing mild signs of wear, as if it’s one that’s been combed through, maybe with more urgency than usual, many times. Your curiosity only builds with your anticipation, and you scan the inside of the spine, noticing a few poorly tagged folded corners of pages, as if to mark his place in the book, though given the appearance of multiple markings, you doubt that’s the true reason behind them. 

Deciding to see what exactly intrigued him about the different sections, you open to the first folded page, expecting to find lectures on spells, or the weave, or magic, and…

What you find isn’t completely different from what you expected, but it’s definitely not what you would have imagined the Gale Dekarios owning in any universe. It doesn’t help that your eyes immediately locate the words ‘erotic’ and ‘stimulation’, but taking a moment to read the entire page does very little to assign those words to any normal context. 

You knew he owned plenty of spellcasting books and story books, more than you knew to even exist, but finding an explanation on how sexual encounters ‘in’ the weave (whatever that might possibly mean) work was not ever included in your general assessment of his belongings. Part of you wants to assume that he only had this in his collection because of his endless studying of the weave’s potential uses, but the louder part of you is not paying much heed to Gale’s reputation. 

And yet you find yourself reading on. Maybe his reputation isn’t the only reputation at risk. 

All things considered, it’s quite an interesting read; from explanations on astral bodies and heightened senses, to the many ways that magic can be applied to more intimate occurrences, and it does make you just slightly more keen on learning how to manipulate magic like Gale can. 

Not in these ways, of course!

But it does pique your curiosity, to say the least. 

You read a page or two and then flip to the next dog-eared section, suspending any of your disbelief that this was actually happening, that he had such questionable literature stored away, and continue to read. At this point, you’re only digging him a deeper hole, and you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to see him the same way. This section of the book continues with the theme of magical intimacy, though delves into more personalized – ‘solo’ would be a better term – events. 

There is a small attempt to pull your eyes away from the text, but it’s much like viewing a carriage crash, some spectacle of horror, only that the horror is embarrassment, and you’re unsure if you’re more ashamed of yourself for reading it, or of Gale for owning it! It’s no help that your imagination, as cursed as it surely is, is rather quick to form some fragmented image of Gale following the steps in the book and making far more degenerate use of his mage han–

The book is closed. Abruptly. Forcefully. You cannot read anymore. You shouldn’t have read that far, you shouldn’t have investigated, you shouldn’t even be in his room in the first place. If only you knew just how ‘private’ his quarters truly were. 

There’s three more books. And you may never have another opportunity to learn about this side of him. 

You’d be lying if you said you haven’t been curious before. 

After all, he was involved with a goddess, and that was surely no easy feat. 

But you know better. You’re prying, you’ve more than gotten back at him for ditching you, and you were raised better than to push boundaries. Boundaries that, mind you, you have snuck past, and you can already feel a burdened guilt beginning to stir inside of you. You place the green book back on top of the stack and push them under his bed once more, finishing up your tidying of his bed and you promptly leave, fully prepared to be haunted by your relentlessly imaginative mind for the next few days.

Still, you have to admit, for someone so objected to the idea of romantic pursuits, he sure does know how to keep himself satisfied. Or… so you assume.

Damn, you really need to find something else to think about.

[gxthicupid]

𝙇𝙈𝙆 𝙋𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨

Just for fun, me and a close friend of mine who's a BIG fan of Pokemon have created Pokemon teams for some of the characters in LEGO Monkie Kid.

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➨ 𝗠𝗞

Chimchar

Grooky

Ditto

Victini

Golurk

Rotom

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➨ 𝗠𝗘𝗜

Rayquaza (+ Mega Evolution)

Braxien

Vrizion

Sir Fetch'd

Zxgard (100% Form)

Axew

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➨ 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗦𝗢𝗡

Centiskorch

Genesect

Houndoom (+ Mega Evolution)

Talonflame

Charmelon

Flareon

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➨ 𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗚𝗬

Lechonk

Snubble

Sinistcha

Alcremie

Pignite

Bounsweet

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➨ 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗚

Shednija

Jirachi

Hoothoot

Chimecho

Munchlax

Alakazam (+ Mega Evolution)

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➨ 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗬

Bewear

Palafin (Zero to Hero Form)

Machamp (G Max Form)

Lucario (+ Mega Evolution)

Polteageist

Gyarados

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➨ 𝗦𝗨𝗡 𝗪𝗨𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗚

Simisar

Infernape

Mew

Landorus

Urshifu

Hawlucha

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➨ 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗤𝗨𝗘

Darkrai

Zoroark

Marshadow

Gengar (+ Mega Evolution)

Mimikyu

Annihilape

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➨ 𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚

Buzzwole

Embour

Iniceroar

Tauros (Blaze Breed)

Hoopa (Unbound)

Kangaskhan

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➨ 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡

Oricorio (Sensu Style)

Tornadus

Lugia

Alakazam

Galarian Articuno

Vespiqueen

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Wish I could add the Pokemon on this post, but I can put more than 10 pictures :(

But anyway, have fun with the LMK teams my friend and I have come up with. And no, we won't be doing the other LMK characters because that will take FOREVER. Again, for the LMK and Pokemon fans, I hope you enjoy :)

(We mainly gave these Pokemon to these LMK characters mostly based on their personalities, abilities, etc.)