#hey how good of a typing is ghost/steel

[springlock-suits]

I think in a Pokémon au William and Henry wouldn't be trainers at all (at least at the start of the story) n be more like non-trainers or low level characters who just have 1 or 2

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x ghost x price :)

2.7k words

tw: teacher-student scenario again, just for the sake of the porn. also, DP. first time writing it, so be NICE!

big thanks to @waves-against-a-cliff for reading what i won't

You sat on Professor Riley's lap after class, his rigid length smearing precum in between your soft, bare thighs as he fucked them. His large hands curled around your waist, long fingers creating tiny dents where he dug them into the supple flesh.

His breath warmed the delicate skin of your throat, as pants escaped his lips. You deliberately pressed your legs closer together— hoping that it provided enough amount of friction for him to finish.

You need this extra credit, after all.

Ghost inhaled sharply when you did, the grip he had on you almost painful.

"Fuckin' hell." His rich groan resonated in your chest. The gusset of your knickers was damp with arousal, both yours and his. The languid drag of his cock against your clothed pussy was so tantalizing, your core ached to be filled.

You were about to urge him to forget intercrural sex— to undress and fuck you already when a sharp knock on the door cuts through the fog in your head; a sudden rush of clarity pouring over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Shit.

Your back straightens at the interruption and quickly move to get off of Ghost's lap when he wraps an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place. A strangled noise claws up your throat. He cannot be serious.

"Come in," he calls out.

"No. No no no, you can't— you'll be fired, I'll be expelled, Professor Riley, please—" your voice warbles in your panic. His hold on you is as strong as steel, leaving no room for escape or resistance. You're helpless as the doors creep open and Professor Price steps in.

Of course, it's the most pretentious asshole teacher in existence.

"Hey, Riley, have you gotten the ema—" he trails off. His striking blue eyes flick down to your legs. Or more precisely, to what's still in between them fully erect.

"I was unaware you were busy with a...student." The sound of his footsteps draws closer. "Is this what you call detention?" Price leans on the desk with his hip, eyes never straying from you.

Ghost stifles a laugh. "Ask a better question, Price."

Heat licks up your jaw and cheeks when he resumes his thrusting as if there isn't another whole grown man in the room— one who can potentially ruin both his career and your collegiate one.

"Like what, Riley? Want me to ask if I can get a taste?" You look at Price and notice that his eyes are dark, limpid blue rings around the edges— knuckles stained white with how tightly he's clenching his hands. "You've never been a sharing type."

"Well, this sweet toy of mine loves being shared, doesn't she?" Swiftly, Ghost lifts you, his manhood now nestled against the curve of your back. His clever fingers move to your covered center, and draw featherlight circles on your hood, right above your clit. A whimper falls from your lips at the feeling.

"Answer him, pet. Tell Price ya don't mind gettin' this pretty pussy licked by him." He presses down on your bundle of nerves firmly with the pad of his thumb when you take a second too long to answer.

"I, I don't," you hiss when he rubs, "d-don't mind." Ghost gives your cunt a gentle tap.

"Don't mind what?" You swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

"I don't mind getting my pussy licked by Professor Price." His teeth tenderly graze the shell of your ear, followed by a small nip.

"Good girl," he mutters into your hair. Then directs his attention to Price, who's biting his bottom lip— the look he's giving you making your head swim. "She answered, so get down here or get out," he commands.

Ghost clasps his hands under your thighs and lifts until your feet rest flat above his knees. He hooks a finger into the sodden fabric of your knickers and drags it to the side, baring your glistening slit to the cold air of the room, erupting your heated skin in goosebumps. "On your knees, old man, unless they're too creaky to handle this."

Price's lip curls with unveiled amusement. "I was simply admirin' the view, Riley. Don't get your pants in a twist." He lowers himself to the floor smoothly until he's kneeled within inches of your exposed sex.

His prickly beard tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and his mouth is warm and wet as his tongue slides between your folds.

Another former industry giant devouring your passion with the hunger of a starved man at a lavish feast. Each stroke of his tongue spreads the warmth in your stomach, a pressure slowly rising, building—

"Sit her on you," Price mouths against your cunt.

When you find yourself wedged between two burly men, there's not much you can do except surrender to their wishes. That means being lowered onto Ghost— instinctively closing your eyes as you savor the stretch and biting the inside of your gummy cheek at the mildly uncomfortable burn.

Gravity does most of the work as you sink into him in one gentle stroke.

And without reprieve, Price dives right back in. The dull ache from where Ghost's tip presses into the plug of your womb, to the pleasure coming from the attention given to your swollen bundle of nerves.

An intoxicating mix of bliss with pain furling at the edges.

It's so good, teetering on the edge of too much, but when Price sucks lightly on your clit, your body seizes. You scrabble to grab his dark brown hair, blunt nails biting into his scalp as your shatter around Ghost's cock and Price's mouth.

Ecstasy pulses through you like the steady beat of your heart, white-hot euphoria coursing through your veins. There's a ringing in your ears, shrill and deafening, and your breathing comes in ragged pants as you come down from your high.

Your face glistens with sweat as droplets trickle down your temples, hair plastered to your forehead.

Jesus.

Price lapped at the arousal that dripped down Ghost's length, softly groaning at the taste before giving you a wolfish grin behind his coarse facial hair that was damp with your desire.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he murmurs.

You relax the tight hold you have on his hair as he tenderly kisses where you and Ghost are joined.

Ghost nudges your ear with his nose, and his deep voice rolls over you like a wave. "Greedy little cunt jus' about cut off my circulation, pet." He shifts under you, sliding even deeper than before, a hiss escaping from behind your teeth.

"I think Price is feelin' a little left out, don't you?" With a shaky nod and a quiet mhm, you feel his lips press against the side of your neck.

"Think you can take us both?" It feels more like a warning of what's to come than a genuine question. The idea of being stuffed by both of them sends a thrill up your back.

Price sits back on his haunches, palming himself from outside his trousers. "Think so, sweetheart?" He rises to his feet and promptly sweeps away everything from the wooden desk, scattering them across the floor. Taking a seat on the desk, he positions himself comfortably, his legs slightly bent and his feet firmly touching the ground. How unfair.

With a hand, Price beckons you to him.

Your legs tremble almost comically after having them in such an unnatural position for so long; tingling when you finally stretch them out in front of you. Ghost's hands at your waist help you stand, wincing when he pulls out of you unceremoniously.

Under his breath, he apologizes and gently nudges you towards Price by pressing his hand on your shoulder blades. "Go on, it's rude to keep him waiting." You're then guided forward as warm hands wrap around your biceps, leading you to stand in front of Price.

You drag your eyes from his down to his groin, where his erection is confined behind the strained zipper. Suddenly, Ghost's toned arms surround you, his hands eagerly reaching for the button on the front. "Lemme help ya out, love."

In seconds, Price's heavy manhood bobs as it springs out, ruddy tip hitting just below his navel. Simon firmly grabs your hand and swiftly turns it, exposing your palm. Without warning, he shamelessly spits on it before wrapping it around Price.

A guttural noise escapes him when you squeeze the thick of it tightly. He bucks his hips in a deliberate rhythm— taking hold of your wrist, ensuring your hand remains in position as he continues to thrust upwards until his cock is slick with his precum.

You can't help but rub your thighs together in hopes of getting some of the friction you're desperate for.

"Not gonna come already, are ya Price? We haven't even gotten started." Ghost ignores his scoff, rapping his knuckles on the desk. "Knickers off and climb up, pet."

You hastily tear off your smallclothes, shucking them to the side with your foot before hopping up on the desk, one leg at a time. Price steadies you with his hands on your waist. As you straddle him, your muscles ignite with a satisfying burn as they adjust the expanse of his thighs.

His voice is soft, gentle even, when he whispers into your ear. "Good?" You gasp sharply when Ghost spanks your arsecheeks before nodding at Price. "Jus' like we practiced, yeah?"

Yeah, just like you practiced. The plug you had to wear throughout the week whenever they both weren't tearing you in half should be more than enough prep. You hope.

Ghost taps the side of your thigh. "Cockwarm him while I get this perfect arse ready."

The stretch is intense as you lower yourself on Price— his cock thicker than Ghost's just not as long— it pushes the air out of your lungs. He bites his lip til it reddens, his eyes fixed onto where he disappears inside of you, fingers digging into the meat of your waist.

Your eyes flutter closed when he finally bottoms out, his girth splitting your swollen walls apart mercilessly.

God, he feels so good.

And then the sting of one thick, lubed finger pressing into your tight ring of muscle smothers some of that pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Price tips your chin up with his hand, your eyes meeting his. "Good. Breathe for me, sweetheart." He leans forward to place open-mouthed prickly kisses on your neck. "Breathe, love. You've already taken us before. You did beautifully then, and you'll do beautifully now."

He distracts you from the discomfort by suckling on your skin, leaving red little love bites behind. Then, a second finger, so much bigger than your own. Price hisses sympathetically when you do— a tiny whimper coming from the back of your throat.

This time it's Ghost that breathes into your ear. "Doin' so good f'me."

Then he works a third finger in, and your back arches at the jolt of pain that licks up your spine.

Words of praise fall upon your ears, syrupy and saccharine, dulling the ache. He scissors and stretches gingerly, as he's always done. Ghost takes his time, curling his fingers inside— a slow and steady in and out that eventually has you clamping around Price.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you do. "So bloody tight."

"Alrigh' Price." Ghost takes you by the hips and cants them forward slightly, a cry falling from your lips at the change in angle. "Hold her open f'me."

He does just that; rough, worn hands spreading you open almost embarrassingly. There's a hot and heavy weight tapping your arse once, thrice— and then there's a blunt pressure pushing into your other much smaller hole. Your spine bows at the thick invasion, it burns, it throbs, but smart fingers find your neglected pearl and start to circle it.

The pain is merely physical, it can be overcome. Focus on the touch on your clit, focus on the hands that hold you, the heat that radiates from both of them. The harsh breathing of the man behind you as he fights to keep himself from fucking himself into you unfettered. Strained noises spilled from Price's parted lips as he felt your channel constrict, your sex beginning to get slick with your desire.

Ghost hilts, leaning forward until his barrel chest hits your back, a strangled groan coming from him. You felt unbearably full, about to tear at the bloody seams. Every single nerve from your navel down to the tips of your toes was on fire. You felt a throbbing sensation radiating from the back of your skull.

It was scalding hot, searing. The thin membrane that separated them felt stretched beyond its limit.

"Y'okay?" You can't even tell who asked you that past the rushing of blood that's in your ears. Your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, letting it lull forward until your forehead rests on Price's collarbone.

Ghost's chest vibrates as he speaks, the low rumble sinking into your skin, warming you from the inside. "Breathe for us, love. Deep in, slow out."

Right.

You remember what Price had said the very first time they fucked you. 'Breathing helps to process any pain and supports the nervous system.'

As you inhale deeply, your lungs expand to the point where you can feel a twinge of discomfort. But as you exhale, the tension in your body melts, your muscles gradually slackening.

Ghost undulates his hips once languidly, and while the ache flared back to life, below that was the pleasure you've become well acquainted with, desperately clawing its way to the surface.

A moan slips out of you unbidden.

"Perfect. So fuckin' perfect." Price's praise makes you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

Then you're lifted by two sets of hands— one on your hips, the other on the underside of your thighs and brought back down. Fuck.

"Tha's it, love. Takin' us both so well," Ghost murmurs. When you begin to mewl, a clear sign of pleasure, Price plants his feet on the floor, and snaps his hips up. Black spots dot your vision, a euphoria shooting through your veins.

God, you hope your hips hold out.

They begin to move in tandem, one pushing in completely, while the other pulls out until just an inch stays inside.

It's sublime, obscene squelching coming from both your front and back. Once your body gives in to their assault, everything starts to blur at the edges, from your sight to your thoughts. You melt in their hands, softening under their touch as they take their pleasure from you.

They begin to fuck you in earnest, breath punched out of you with every thrust, and when Ghost takes control by grabbing a fistful of your hair, it sends waves of something through your stomach. The loud whine that comes from you is filthy.

"Always meltin' into a puddle over a firm hand, pet. Isn't tha' right?" He asks you as if you could even dream of answering. Your tongue is heavy in your dry mouth, and throat like sandpaper.

"Ready to make Price come? Choke his cock with tha' vice-like cunt, love. Wrench it outta him, take every drop of his cum, and then take mine."

Who are you to disobey such an edict?

The snarl Price lets out is animalistic when you squeeze him snugly, his thrusts turn jarring as he swells and stills— twitching inside of you, warmth pooling in your belly.

Only to realize that Ghost finished simultaneously.

There's a joke in there somewhere, about a couple finishing together, but you've been thoroughly fucked stupid.

Cut.

Simon takes you home— his home, and soaks you in a warm, bubble bath that smells like something he shouldn't have.

"I bough' it for you," he hums.

His callused palms knead into your sore calf muscles, hand making its way down to press into the arch of your foot.

"Don't go makin' those noises, love."

Eventually, you address the elephant in the room, and his answer makes your pulse race. "Gotta create a soft safe place f'you to land after somethin' tha' intense. Ya need to wind down, catch your breath."

He says it so casually as if it was common sense.

"Here. Drink your water." The bottle in your hands is room temperature, just how you like it.

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.O.D Quotes, since AO3 is down✦

Gaz: I wanna know what exactly your type is. Y/N: I'm not just gonna give you more fodder to throw at me- Gaz: I have an idea of it already, but I want details! Y/N: No! Gaz: Like- König! Would you- Y/N: Of fuckin’ course I wanna fuck König! He’s huge, he could LITERALLY snap me in half and my dad didn’t love me, of course I want him to fuck me! Soap: *does that weird inhale-choke-cough*

— (Dick mention + a woman’s experience of a dude making gross comments. It’s funny I swear-) Fem!medic!Y/N: most of the time, people are pretty nice and sometimes impressed when when I bring up I’m a medical professional. Other times…eh.. Soap: Eh? Y/N: Sometimes you get conspiracy theorists. Soap: Ohhhh… Y/N: Some evangelists, gross dudes. Gaz: Gross dudes? What’s the worst you’ve heard? Ghost, sipping a whiskey: This outta be good. Y/N: Uh, once I told this man hitting on me I was a field doctor? He said, and I quote. “Been awhile since my last check up, mind checking me for ball cancer.” And I- Gaz: WHAT Soap: YOU’RE KIDDING Y/N: I am not. I just- I walked away. Price: Fuckin’ hell. Y/N: It’s fine. He got shot in the dick next mission, ended up with a male doctor. Ghost: Karma at its best.

- Graves: Oh FUCK YOU Y/N: Tsk, oooo…you don’t have enough money for that. Soap: HAHA!

- Soap, drunk: Back Street’s back, alright! Do do do do- Gaz, drunk on Price’ shoulders: Dodooodo- Price: Simon, get your boy. Ghost: *picking Soap up by his belt, carrying him like a bag* Yes sir.

- Recruit: When you gonna stop giving me blue balls? Gaz: Whoa hey!- Y/N: Aight, I got my steel toes on. How bout we make’em black and blue? Recruit: I- Y/N: Shut the fuck up. I’ve already turned you down, get a hint. Word of advice? Rather than shoot for the stars, maybe shoot your shot in your lower bracket, yeah? Recruit: Gaz: Someone get a fire extinguisher, this dudes been burned. Soap: On it. *sprays recruit with fire extinguisher*

- Soap: Nice onesie, does it come in men’s? Gaz, in his pyjamas: I think you cum enough in men for the all of us. Soap: ACK- Ghost: *slides out of the room*

- Ghost: Have you ever considered, just once, using your brain first? Soap: Now why would I do that?

- (Insert random name I HC for Laswell’s wife) Kate, after being in a bad explosion and ending up in this hospital: My wife, she’ll get upset if she sees you rubbing me like that on my chest. Diana: I am your wife. Kate …. Diana: :) Heart rate monitor: BEEPBEEPBEEPBE- Kate Hi. Diana: Hehe, hi. Gaz, in the corner: Oh to be in love. Soap: This is disgusting, why can’t I have this? >:,( Gaz: Cause your type in men is awful. Soap: Hey!

- Y/N: *walks into common room* Hello, I am very upset. I feel a meltdown coming on and you are all buff men, so I would like to request being picked up and held like a baby for a short period of time, please. Soap: Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Y/N: Nope. König: ….*slowly approaches and picks Y/N up from under their arms* Y/N, clinging to him like a koala and hiding in his shoulder: Thank you, I appreciate you. König: *awkward back pat*

- König: :) Y/N: Bloopbloopbloopbloop- Horagi: Y/N! Y/N: What? Horagi: Tha-That is our colo-that is a dangerous man! Y/N: He’s not a dangerous man! Horagi: What are y- Y/N: We’re bloopin’! Bloopbloopbloop- König: -w-

- Price: Kid, I need you to- Gaz & Y/N: *dancing like they don’t have jobs to do* Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: That’s what’s up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: I’m in love! Price: AHEM Gaz: Oh shit- Y/N: HEEEYY captaaaaiinn, what’s uuupp ahaha… Price: *sigh*

- (Based on; Me if COD was real. Deadass. Full serious. I am not kidding) Gaz: So have you met the Captain yet? Y/N: No. Gaz: Are you nervous? Y/N: No no, I have a firm belief that they’re just people. Obviously I’ll respect him as a superior but that’s nnnnnnnnwho the hell is that? Y/N: *fucking breaking their neck* Gaz: Oh- Nope. No no, THAT is Captain. Don’t think about it. Y/N: I’m thinking about it. Gaz: That’s not allowed. Y/N: Ive done worse for less, if he asks I’m sucking it, you can’t stop me. Gaz: Jesus Bloody Christ- Y/N: Tell him to call me when he’s on leave. Gaz: Stop-

- König: *walks in* Ghost: ?? Soap: Oh, hey! Gaz: Y’a need somethi- König: *picks up Y/N under his arm while humming, leaving the room* König: I love stealing, I love taking things!~ Ghost: What the f-

- Colonel!König: I’m 42 so, I don’t- Y/N: YOU’RE 42?! Colonel!König: Yeah. Y/N: …it’s okay no one has to know babygirl~ König: NEIN! Nein, don’t call me babygirl!-

- (Based on this awful Gaz outfit I saw on Twitter) MILF!Y/N: *doing paperwork* Gaz: Would you date me? Y/N: Baby we couldn’t even get a drink together. You can’t buy me nothin. Gaz: What do you mean? :( Y/N: Look at your outfit! What are you wearing? Gaz: I think I look pretty fly. Y/N: For who, your mom? Gaz: :((

- Gaz: STOP DATING MY CAPTAIN Y/N: ….you know what, I’m gonna start dating him even harder. Gaz: What’s that supposed to mean? Y/N: You know what it means.

- MILF!Y/N: *shoving apple juice into a cart* They gon’ need nutrition. Laswell: How many kids do you have? MILF!Y/N: Eleven! Laswell: So I’m assuming your kids really like apple juice? MILF!Y/N: No but they looove orange juice but they’ve been bad this week. Laswell: What grade are your kids in? MILF!Y/N: Sixteenth grade. Laswell: PFFT Sixteenth- that’s not even a grade! So your kids graduated college? MILF!Y/N: No they, they- …where are my kids?

- (Her “kids” on the other side of the store) Price: Boys please- Gaz: I AM NOT LOSING! Soap, in a fuckin’ headlock with him: Yes you fuckin’ are!! Ghost: *slipping cookies under his mask, he did not pay for them* König: *looking for a fruity snack* Horagi: *grabbing as many packs of spicy chips as he can* Alejandro: This is a disgrace. *holding up frozen burritos* Rudy: These are worse. *motions to frozen tamales* Alex: Did you know you can use coke as rust remover? Farah: …and you want to drink it??

- Y/N: So. Kyle. Gaz, already afraid: …yes? Y/N: I found some of your old playlists… Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Y/N: You an emo? Gaz: I was a SCENE as a teenager, get it right.

[ivymarquis]

The B.A.G. Coalition

Did I use one of my work breaks on my 14hr shift to write this? Yes, yes I did. I also took time out of my day to make sure my introduction to the COD MWII fandom was a crack!fic despite promising angst with Ghost and simping from Price. Both of which are still coming.

Tags; platonic 141 + Reader, crack fic, drinking, weaponization of barrack bunnies, dunking on Graves.

I don’t know how the military works and I don’t care to learn.

You try really, really hard to not fixate too much on the whole being a woman in the boy’s club thing because you’ll drive yourself insane if you do.

You’re good at your job, you’re not getting preferential treatment, and all is right in the world. Your team was cautious, gauging your capabilities but ultimately warming up to you and welcoming you into the fold.

A mission planned with 141 and Shadow company means that Graves is a tolerated interloper into the group.

Everyone is settled into a booth in the corner of a pub near base, a few drinks in as the night wears on. You are finally feeling settled in and like your feet are firmly underneath you and you’re no longer treading water, watching your back as the other 141 assess you.

And it’s the exact moment when Graves asks “Are you seeing anybody?” that you realize you’ve girlbossed entirely too close to the fucking sun.

The table’s reaction is immediate. Your “I beg your pardon?” is muffled by Ghost’s “Sod off, Graves,” Soap’s “She’s been fucking drinking” and Gaz shooting him a look while Price clears his throat with a pointed “Commander?”

Good to know your team has your back because what the fuck.

“Not like that,” you’re not entirely certain if he’s back peddling or being genuine, “I don’t know what it is but none of the women around this base date. It’s like pulling teeth.”

“Really?” Gaz asks. “I haven’t been having any issues.”

Your eyebrow arches, reaching for your drink as you realize there’s not enough alcohol in the world for this conversation. “Yeah no ever since the B.A.G. Coalition was formed, you’re gonna have to download Tinder or something, Commander” You speak without thinking, a look of horror dawning on you that the alcohol has loosened your lips a little too much. Well, shit.

“The what?” Graves asks incredulously.

You panic, reflex having you turn towards Price. “Please get me out of here,” you plead with him.

“Oh no can do, Sergeant.”

You cling to your glass like a buoy. “I’ve said too much,” you whisper.

“What the hell is the B.A.G. Coalition?” Graves asks again.

Taking a long draught of your drink, you steel yourself for both this conversation and the potential wrath of the bunnies now the open secret was out.

“Have you… noticed how the barrack bunnies don’t have anything to do with you?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Guess I never bothered to worry about it. Not like they’re hard to find,”

That last sentence had some teeth to it that you did not appreciate. Especially coming from a man who’s managed to piss off an entire base of them. “Hey now, I love the bunnies, you gotta be nice to them,” you admonish before remembering yourself and quickly adding a “Sir”.

The alcohol has your mind drifting away from the question at hand and going slightly to the left- still focused on the bunnies, but no longer directly leading to the coalition.

“They do important work and make my life easier when some guy is being obnoxious and won’t leave me alone,” you elaborate. “Also most of them are really nice and I don’t blame them for having a type and staying focused on it. I admire the commitment and tenacity.”

“Wait who was bothering you?” Price would hone in on that part.

“No one anymore, after I weaponized one of the bunnies and pointed her in his direction.”

“You…. Weaponized a barrack bunny?” Soap sounded out the idea, clearly having some image of a tactical assault bunny in mind.

“Yes I did. It was absolutely incredible. Poor guy never saw her coming- it was like watching a lioness take down a wounded gazelle.”

“A bunny battalion,” Gaz sighs into his drink, his pupils damn near in the shape of hearts at whatever image his brain was conjuring.

“What the fuck do barrack bunnies have to do with this coalition you’re talking about,” Graves tries to redirect the question.

Shit. Right.

Like, you get why he’s confused. From his perspective at least. Tall, blonde, conventionally attractive with a southern drawl most girls would go gaga over, not to mention the commander of Shadow Company. He should be having women chase him from all over. And here he was with no bitches and getting zero play.

And yet none of those attributes were actually indicative of him like… being a good person. Graves soured you like 3 day old sweet tea. There was something both saccharine and bitter about him all wrapped together even if you didn’t know for sure what the problem was.

“You did something to piss off the bunnies. I don’t know what and frankly I'm afraid to ask. Like, I thought maybe some supreme pick me bunny would rise from the ranks and make her move anyway but they have made a united front. It is both impressive and terrifying,” you’ve got just enough alcohol in your system that fuck it, let’s tell a superior officer a little something about himself that he clearly doesn’t know. “And the rest of us noticed. So it slowed the not-bunnies rolls too.”

There’s a beat of silence before the lightbulb clicks in Ghost’s head and he is busting out laughing. You don’t think you’ve heard him ever make that much noise even when he’s grousing out orders.

Gaz is the next one for the lightbulb to go off, verbalizing what B.A.G. stood for to a stupified Commander (and equally stunned Soap and Price).

“It’s Bunnies Against Graves!”

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 26- Part 1

So, first thing's first- getting the team back in order, since we no longer need to focus on fighting Ghost-types exclusively. Like so-

In all honesty, I was thinking of putting Wulfrum on the team, I mean having a Steel-type would be pretty good for a lot of situations. The problem is I don't know who I would switch out. 

Riptide isn't going anywhere as the partner, Crater’s Fire/Ground-typing is super useful for a lot of things, and Kirin is my only answer to Fighting-types as well as a Ghost immunity. As for Prong, she only just evolved and is a good answer to Flying- and Psychic-types, what with STAB and all…not to mention how deadly she can be. Now, you may think I should switch out Glare, I mean Bloom is also a Poison-type so he would fill a similar niche, yes? No, actually- Bloom's only Poison-type move move right now is Toxic, which is a status move, whereas Glare has Acid Spray as well as a host of utility stuff- Intimidate, Glare™, Screech. However, Bloom fills several roles of his own as a Grass-type- Rock-types that Riptide can't deal with, Water-types that Prong can't deal with, etc.

In other words, at the moment, I think I've struck a decent balance with my current team. If I swap one of them out with Wulfrum, I'll gain some advantages, but I'll lose out on other advantages that I'm not sure I want to lose out on right now. So, Wulfrum remains in the PC for right now.

Additionally, I swapped Bloom’s Rose Incense with the Big Root to improve survivability when he uses Giga Drain (besides, with his stats and Growth, the damage output itself isn't really a concern). As for Prong, I gave her an Insect Plate- though it's not my first idea for an item to give her, there are others I'd prefer, but I don't have any of those other items just yet, so an extra Bug damage boost it is, at least for right now.

Now then! Time to rush back to Peridot Ward and the Underground Railnet with all the panic and horror befitting someone who just watched a bunch of kids get kidnapped by terrorists!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Oh hey Cain, that was quick, I wasn't expecting to see you until Peridot Ward proper.

Yes indeed, and are we…gonna tell Cain how we knew? Or is he just gonna have to come to his own conclusions?

“Not alone”? That's an interesting way of wording that, but I don't see what he thinks the police are gonna do about it.

Oh!! Amaria!! She’s alive (for now, if those power plant screens were any indication), she survived Rhodochrine too, great!

Hm, interesting- what's she looking up on Google over there?

That's what she threw to him? I thought it was her pendant or something.

A little data chip thing, huh…? Hey, wait- was it the data chip Corey said he hid on the Ruby Ring? But Heather had the ring, and she was totally out of it, so how did Anna get a hold of it?

MAGICIAN JUMPSCARE?? WHAT-

That's…oh, hold on a second, I think I know what's going on here. Sirius said in the last chapter that something happened to Ace after Rhodochrine, right? They must've gotten fired after losing the last PULSE Tangrowth, and they didn't take that too well, so…turncoat time! Maybe. Seems like Team Meteor would do more than just firing someone, but…who knows.

Yeah, hold on, I'm with Cain- what? It wasn't because of what happened to the PULSE? What's this all about now? I'm listening, throw that tea at me, I can handle it-

Next

[pokefossilclub]

Hey! Dreepy man! Thanks so much for the help!

I am nearing my travelling date back home, so I wanted to ask for ideas on what Pokemon I should get for my second brother.

He used to be a photographer and used to travel the world, but now he's an editor for a channel and last time I heard he wasn't... doing so well mentally. In that he doesn't necessarily take care of himself that well. He barely goes outside and he's mainly editing for the company that he's working for. So I wanted to at least give a Pokemon that'll give him at least some boost in morale.

I'm not sure on where to start, but I do know it needs to be one of those pokemon that will only tolerate one person and ONLY one person (in our home we have a ranch of Pokemon but our parents are taking care of em, not my brother), I want a Pokemon that will only depend on my brother, forcing him to get out of his room and enrich the Pokemon. I honestly might get him an egg so it can imprint onto my brother if that's the case?

I also don't necessarily want something... too demanding, something that he'll reject completely from the get-go from how hard it is to take care of so... any thoughts on what Pokemon I should get him?

Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your brother's struggles! Having a Pokemon to look after has been well-proved to help with motivation and 'getting out there', but you're right that not just any will do!

I would be perhaps wary of getting him an egg, I'm afraid, simply because if you are afraid of him deciding caring for a Pokemon is too much effort, well, freshly-hatched Pokemon require more care than an already mature individual, and an egg as an object can be harder to bond with directly than a creature with a face that can easily respond to you, so it runs the risk that he could decide to get rid of it before it hatches and he bonds! A younger Pokemon in general, however, may be a fine idea.

If you think your brother would appreciate something cute, a Vulpix could be a good option- either Kantonian or Alolan, depending on if he prefers warm or cold! They are cuddly, intelligent creatures who bond tightly with trainers, and they require regular exercise and benefit greatly from socialisation- but their care needs are not too complex, they are popular enough both as battling Pokemon and as pets that food and equipment for them is easily accessible, and they are unlikely to be so clingy that receiving care from others when necessary would be difficult. Skitty would be another similar option, without having to do any Fire-type proofing or minimise cuddles in cold weather- the Normal-type is popular as pets for a reason! However they are very high-energy, and if your brother struggles with that he may find it more annoying than endearing! Delcatty, their evolved form, would remove that potential problem, but if not bonded with early or as a Skitty they can be very independent in a way that could be counterproductive.

Should your brother not appreciate cute so much, or prefer something more unusual, I could suggest Shuppet. They are emotivores, meaning they eat emotions, usually negative ones, and it has been reported that this can help people suffering from mental illness get a better grip on emotions that could otherwise be overwhelming. They are also very sweet and social, and do not require very much bodily care, being Ghost-types. However, they may not get him out much, and if too many Shuppet feed on one singular person, that person's emotions can easily be deadened beyond what is helpful. Another non-overtly-cute option might be a Steel-type such as Klefki or Klink. Klefki are surprisingly social and intelligent little creatures, and he might find interest in collecting keys for them to keep. Klink are, despite their appearances, very curious, and love to find new things and places to interact with, trying to fit themselves and various objects into and around each other! Steel-type care is not always intuitive to newcomers, given many of them are not mammals like humans are, but there are plenty of guides out there (I can give recommendations if requested) and, at least for the two I've named, is really not that complicated!

I wish your brother good recovery from his mental health diffculties, and I hope this gives you a notion what might help him out!

[wetthandss]

ok here's my favourite pokemon. it should be complete bc I looked very throroughly through my book :] sorry it took so long, hope it's good!

Marshtomp Swampert Mudkip Aron & Lairon & Aggron Araquanid Rotom Incineroar Galvantula Quagsire Froslass Flygon Porygon(2) Ditto Wooper Wobbuffet Relicanth Reuniclus

Mudkip is my fave starter from Hoenn she's literally perfect though I don't care too much for swampert it just doesn't read as a mudskipper anymore.

Aron and Lairon are beautiful little bugs and I like Aggron cause I like pokemon that look like kaiju.

Araquanid is a little out of my realm cause I stopped paying very much attention to Pokemon after Unova but it is cute and I definitely agree that it's far superior to Dewpider.

Rotom is a perv soo that's pretty cool and also michaelwave

Incineroar I really prefer the rest of its family I don't really like big macho characters unless they're really funny about it (like another buff pokemon Buzzwole or real life pro wrestling)

Galvantula is awesome and I love just how fuzzy it is, I know I would be so so scared of it irl but in the pokemon world im not sure if i would even have arachnaphobia. Hey. Do you think people in the pokemon world get pokephobia. How the fuck do they live with that it's like being afraid of breathing air.

Quagsire/wooper is BABY BOY and clodsire is my fuckingprecious

Froslass is really pretty and I kinda wish I could cosplay her, though I also wish that there were male froslass!

Flygon is like in my mind right now I have been obsessed with flygon for the past like two weeks because that pokemon carried me through almost my entire White 2 playthrough like from Nimbasa to post-game I used almost exclusively Flygon, really good stats and levitate is nice but the real killer was the diversity of move types that I was able to get and stick with. Its name is ANT.

Porygon2 is a rubber ducky and I like rubber ducky but i don't have strong feelings about this one, i think having a real rubber ducky in the shape of porygon2 would be really cute though

I like Ditto. :)

Wobbuffet is a really old favourite of mine cause I liked Jessie's wobbuffet in the anime as a kid

Relicanth is AWESOME and i love it and the fish its based on cause I love the way it combines the real fish and the *legend* of the fish, like, same goes for the fish too, its literally a modern legend. I wish relicanth was actually a mythical or legendary pokemon.

Reuniclus kinda sticks out in my head a lot because not too long ago my friends were asking me if i would fuck the solosis family and I said yeah. I've never used them cause I don't prioritise psychic types in my party but they are a really fun concept.

Very solid picks this belies really good taste in Pokemon but lets look at the stats

Water: 4 Ground: 3 Rock: 2 Bug: 2 Electric: 2 Ghost: 2 Normal: 2 Psychic: 2 Steel: 1 Fire: 1 Dark: 1 Ice: 1 Dragon: 1

You have a favourite in 13/18 or 72% of all types (except ???) and a slight proclivity towards water and ground type pokemon.

Now let's look at stat totals, as of generation 9.

They're in here in alphabetical order.

THE BIG GIRL TABLE

Highest HP: Wobbuffet at 190 Highest ATK: Incineroar at 115 Highest DEF: Aggron at 180 Highest Sp.ATK: Reuniclus at 125 Highest Sp.DEF: Araquanid at 132 Highest SPD: Froslass at 110 Highest total: Wobbuffet at 405 Highest average: Swampert at 89.17

THE BABY PISS PANTS TABLE

Lowest HP: Ditto at 48 Lowest ATK: Wobbuffet at 33 Lowest DEF: Wooper at 45 Lowest Sp.ATK: Wooper at 25 Lowest Sp.DEF: Wooper at 25 Lowest SPD: Wooper at 15 Lowest total: Wooper at 210 Lowest average: Wooper at 35

So what have we learned here? WOOPER SUCKS.

I looked online and the average stats over ALL POKEMON as of gen 7 was

Wooper is actually the 21st lowest average stats. Swampert isn't the greatest but it's pretty damn up there.

FYCJJ !!!!!!!!!!!!1 THE DOWNFALL OF WOPER

[crystalelemental]

Sync Pair Retrospective - New Years 2023

Last year, the New Years alts were leaked somehow, and I was personally really excited by the decisions made. It feels like New Years always lands on at least one really good inclusion. That year, it was two. But, now that it's been a year, how are they doing overall?

New Years Lisia Lisia is a candidate for the most unfortunate character in this game. Her base form sucks so badly that she's the only pair who is made weaker by the presence of zone. Her New Years alt aimed to fix this, making her an excellent damage dealer for Fairy type, and a rare physical one to boot! Giga Impact Fairy Shift is the Hyper Beam equivalent, and those are always in style. So great, she's gonna be amazing, right?

Well she should be, but no Zone support. Wally wasn't a good match. That's fine, we'll wait for the next. Oh, SS Hau has it, but is entirely specially inclined? Well okay, eventually they'll...oh, we're getting a third already, and SS Mina is also specially inclined? Well hey, that's fine, field effects are old hat anyway, now we're all about rebuffs which...also went to a specially focused support. At least eggmon Sylveon is there?

Lisia cannot catch a break. Every other Fairy type around her has received buff after buff after buff, and Lisia has stagnated completely in time. Her situation is downright depressing. To make her life worse, her designation as one of the only Physical Fairy type options was severely challenged by the inclusion of an F2P pair, BP Valerie, who can actually sync nuke comparably while on-type. So unlike, say, Raihan, who has merit due to Steel-weak Glacia, Lisia is not in a comparable boat.

Lisia's life sucks. She's maintaining as a good overall pair because high BP moves like this will literally always be in style. But it's hard to consider her exceptional, so much as flatly alright. At the very least, few pairs are as difficult to work with, given the unreasonable amount of Fairy support that all skewed special. I hate it.

New Years Dawn Dawn, on the other hand, is hilarious. Initially, everyone dunked on her because the kit seemed bad, but then we got to learn about what Extra Special Ghost Damage does, and that tune changed quick. Dawn has good damage potential, and a stellar sync, backed by some nice tanking potential. Evade tanking is risky, but her rapid debuffing of Atk and ability to hit other stats is divine. Her doubling of stat boosts is an ongoing blessing, as supports with a +4/+2 focus like Penny actually work for her, and Spectrier's TM becomes wildly powerful.

Dawn's trouble is that, despite her abilities, she remains heavily reliant on support. She can't get away with cheaper options, she needs heavy support. Her debuffs are also random, which limits her overall effectiveness with others despite how useful many of her traits are. Evade tanking is inconsistent, as is her MPR on trainer move, and her confuse status.

It's weird, because I do really like this pair, but I honestly never use her. I feel like something just always holds her back. I could not tell you what. Maybe it's a gauge thing? Maybe I just need to use her offensively more often. Whatever the case, Dawn's kit has merit that I just don't see a ton of use for.

Final Thoughts Like many New Years pairs, I think Lisia and Dawn are middling. They're not strictly bad, in the same way that NY Lance still has really good Flying damage if supported, or NY Sabrina can still Endure tank. But New Years never really excels, and that trend seems to be continuing. Oh well. At least the alts look good.

[is-the-pokemon-video-cute]

Hello! I know you specialise in ghost types (right?) but I was hoping to get some tips on how to care for a ‘mon I recently adopted.

See, last week I was taking a stroll around town and I heard this noise in an alleyway. And I got curious so I looked, and there was a Pokémon there! A Pawniard. It was all alone, and it was raining, and I thought “hey, rain’s not good for steel types, right?” And long story short I ended up bringing it home with me after a quick trip to a pokecenter. As it turns out this Pawniard doesn’t have appear to have a trainer, so I’ve been kind of taking care of it (I got some instructions from nurse joy), but the thing is…

I’ve never had a Pokémon before! And I’ve never really learned much about steel or dark types! Do you have any tips on how to take care of it, and bond with it..?

I do specialize in ghost types!

Steel types aren't actually weak to water! The little one likely would've been fine... But if the pawniard openly accepted you taking them in, there is a more upsetting possibility... That this was an abandoned mon. Wild mon, especially dark types, will not accept humans picking them up. You would have gotten stabbed as soon as you get within three feet. But this little one accepting you means it was likely already acquainted with humans. And unfortunately, this happens very often with dark and ghost types... The stigma against them often leads to them being released back into the wild when they're not prepared for that.

I'm glad you took the pawniard in. Despite the stereotypes of them, the mon is not naturally aggressive. They can be tricky to train, and have a natural penchant for mischief, but as long as you give them proper enrichment, they will love you for it and be gentle with you.

I'm glad you talked with the pokecenter for advice, and I will give you the best tips I can.

Pawniard have a tendency to ignore their injuries, so you're gonna wanna keep a close eye on them and make sure they're not hiding any pain.

They are very concerned with keeping their blades sharp and clean. Helping them sharpen their blades and polish them will be a great bonding experience for you two!

Simple steel type pokekibble will work for them. They're not picky eaters. You do need to keep an eye out for them nibbling on any other metals in your house. Also, don't be worried if they seem to go a while without eating. All you need to do is keep their bowl fed once a day, and they'll eat when they're hungry.

Bathing them is simple. A basic metal polish weekly will do fine.

Also, if you're worried about their blades slicing thing, there are special gloves you can buy for them to put over their hand blades! You may need to order them online if they're not in your town pokecenter.

Good luck with your new little mon! Pawniard are fiesty, but incredibly loyal once they accept you.

[mirroredranger]

‘Flashback’!

"Everyone in position?"

"Spencer here, affirmative for myself and Murph."

"Affirmative for Aria."

"Affirmative for Lind."

When the radio went quiet, Valerie pressed the talk button on her styler. "Affirmative for Valerie."

"Affirmative for Elita and Chris," followed up behind Valerie's words.

Another silence went through the radio. The red haired ranger took a glance at the Pokemon with her, a rotom and a ludicolo.

"Good. Stick to the plan."

"Just got word from Freddie at the base, he's reported seeing a helicopter head for the Sekra Mountains."

"They probably think that we're onto them. Valerie, Aria, don't let them get away. Remember, wait for Styler's signal."

At the reminder, Valerie focused on the rotom. Styler let out a low buzz, letting Valerie know that they were watching. Now, Valerie looked at the Ludicolo. The Pokemon mirrored her determined look, understanding her focus through the bond they had.

The radio was silent. It felt like Valerie had to strain to hear the water dripping from the stalagtites over the beating of her heart. Any moment and she could hear it. Any moment. The rumble of Diglett underground competed with the zubat seeking a roost overhead. Any moment.

A foot step.

There it was. Valerie felt the zap of Styler's electric field as she pushed the ghost back. Not yet, not yet. Acting too soon would mean a bottleneck. And acting too late would let them get away.

"Ugh, why don't we just take the plane from the dock?"

"Because, imbecile, Rangers would chase us on Dragonite when we cross the region. And you know what Dragonite know?"

"Uh, twister?"

"Yeah, but Hyper Beam! Hyper Beam means we go kaboooom! Kasploooosh! I doubt they'd care if there were Pokemon on board or not, they'd take us down. Heck, I bet it'll be a ranger who uses Hyper Beam on a human first!"

"Will you two shut up?! This is how rangers are going to find us," the third man in the group finally spoke. Valerie felt the rumble of a laugh in her throat. "Make sure your Pokemon are quiet, and just fucking walk!'

Now Valerie could see the Pokemon from her position. She could see at least four sprigatito with muzzles and anti speak collars cramped into one cage. Another had two distinct "piles" in it, the unusual colored porygon Silph had confirmed had gone missing. And there were still more cages that each person's rolling carts carried.

"Wait, what's stopping them from kabooming us as we leave?"

"Dragonite are slower in the cold, we'll get a head start."

"And why our plane and not the others?"

"You ever notice that big fucking R we put on everything?!"

"I said shut up!" The third man was yelling again. "You two can yell on the big fucking Rocket plane, not here!"

It was quiet again. Valerie was waiting for them to take a few more steps. Slowly, she moved her fingers from Styler's electrical field. A nod confirmed it was time. Go.

Zipping free from her grasp, the rotom flew in between all three men clad in black.

"Hey, what-"

The sentence wasn't finished as Styler let out a huge discharge of electricity. In his spasms, the largest man knocked over one of the cages.

"Hariyama! Fighting assist!"

Following the soprano voice coming from the opposite direction came a hariyama, the fighting type scooping up the second largest member of the group in a tight bewear hug.

The last person looked between his two fallen colleagues, then to the path to the north. It looked like an escape! He bolted that way! What followed was a scream and a "thud". Valerie got close enough to the trio to find the third person pinned to the ground by a hissing Skarmory. Following the steel type was a woman with violet hair, garbed in a heavy, white ranger uniform.

"All three of you, good job." She lifted her styler up to her face. "Joel, Spencer, it looks like it was just these three. I'm sending Chris to investigate the chopper up north. He might find that plane they were talking about."

"Affirmative, Elita. I'll get a Dragonite in case they take off."

"Roger that, Spencer. Joel, you still might want to get here. There's too many Pokemon to take care of in one trip."

As Elita was finishing up with the base leaders, Valerie picked up one of the fallen cages. The Pokemon inside hissed and tackled the side. "Shshsh. It's okay." It's okay little-" Valerie lifted the cage up more to see the Pokemon inside. "Aria, can you get your browser up? I don't recognize this one."

[celebrity-conductor-asks]

Hey uh, what do yall think of my pokemon team? Any criticisms or recommendations?

⚔️: I’m… not really one to look at a team critically unless if I fight them and wish to insult them to feel better about myself, or if it’s clearly bad by looking at it. But this looks okay to me.

🔽: What do you consider “bad by looking at it”?

⚔️: Just… you know… teams with similar typings and can easily be destroyed by one single type... Or teams of baby Pokemons...

⚡:

⚔️: Unless they're gym leaders or specialize in one type, of course… Then you have a reason.

⚡: Better.

🛡️: Arceus sake, brother, stop calling me out.

🔽: Huh?

⚔️: My brother’s team is all about being defensive. While he does succeed in that, his team consists of fighting and steel types. Any fire moves could eliminate his whole team. Especially fire and ghost types combined. Just look at Ingo’s Chandelure. She can take down all of my brother’s team with no issue.

🛡️: Fuck off. I beat Ingo’s team once, don’t pretend as if I never did.

⚔️: Yes, but just barely.

🔼: … Well, it all depends, really. Such as the movesets, typings, abilities, natures and so on. Maybe even the item said Pokemon is carrying. And… how you fight, I suppose. Since some people just go full-on attack mode, while others think of skills. Some people even use the same movesets for a Pokemon. I’ve seen Pokemons with three different poison movesets, and one normal. Which isn’t entirely good, don’t you think? And of course you don’t want Pokemons to be weak by the same typing, as Sordward pointed out. Natures are important too since it raises and lowers certain stats of the Pokemon. And abilities aid your Pokemon more, depending on what it is. So we can’t really judge or criticize your team-

🔽: Okay Ingo, we get it, stop rambling, Pokemons are all unique and stuff.

🔼: … I apologize if I rambled on a bit. But look, as long as you're happy with your team, and they do well in battle in your opinion. It doesn’t matter. It’s a judgment call. Whatever works for you, it works.

⚡: Yeah, I can agree with that. As long as you’re happy with your team, it doesn’t matter. If you wish for your Pokemon team to be concentrated on one thing, whether it’s being cute for beauty contests, or being strong for either attack focus or defense focus, a certain typing, anything. It’s entirely up to you.

🛡️: … Why are you people giving me shit for my team then? I like my team as it is.

🔽: It sucks.

🛡️: :(

[1358456]

Generation VIII Pokemon Nicknames, Part 1

I might as well see this through and get "caught up" in a sense, even if this one is years late.

... And let's see how many Yakuza/Starcraft references make it... And again, I'll only nickname those that I can see myself making, and if I can come up with a nickname.

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Grass drummer, huh? Hmm... "Dalin". Read as Dal-in, the Korean-hanja term for an expert/master. If read in Japanese, it would be read as Tatsujin. So this is a Taiko no Tatsujiin reference, which is apparently an actual standalone game, but I only know it from a Club Sega arcade minigame in Yakuza 5.

Hey, I know this one! A sportsman fire bunny! No problem. I'll call it "Tennis Ace". But it's supposed to be a soccer pl- It's tennis now. Tennis Ace the job in Yakuza 8. ... So that's 2 for 2...

... Hmm... those are good stats for an Sp. Atk focused guy. Power creep? Ahem. So it's a Water type chameleon? Ability Sniper. Fascinating. And it's even blue, like a certain someone who appeared in my top favorites ranking. So this guy obvious gets the nickname of "Ghost". As a chameleon, I'd imagine this guy can blend into the background, like a Terran Ghost with Cloak research, and Ghosts carry sniper rifles. Even had the ability Snipe in Starcraft II, which was later changed to Steady Targeting, which everyone calls Snipe anyways.

That's... a fat squirrel. Has the Spd stat to match. I would never make one. If I did, I'd probably call it "FatRat", who... I think is a Halo speedrunner? Pro? Something like that? I don't know that scene very well.

A Flying/Steel, and not a Steel/Flying, so this thing would end up in my Flying Box instead of the Steel one. ... If I made this thing for whatever reason. This is like a more well-rounded Skarmory, which isn't a good thing, so... I would not make one.

... That looks like a Megaman boss. I used to watch my cousin play X4 and X5. I think it's from one of those. Hmm... high defensive stats, low HP, Bug typing... not ideal, so... nope.

Dex filler fodder minion. Pass.

Another defensive thing with low HP. Since I'm not studying each Pokemon extensively and instead, just glancing at the stats and typing, I wouldn't know the full extent of Pokemon capabilities. This one... meh. Could be strangely useful like Whimsicott, but Whimsicott has Prankster. This one doesn't. So... pass. That said, the spore on its back kind of looks like a cross between a golf ball and a baseball, so I might've called this things as "Bolf".

A fodder sheep-ram? I would've called it "Sham" but... I would never bother.

Another fodder. So far there's been a lot of crap that I wouldn't bother with, so I retract that power creep comment.

Hmm... decent dog. A faster, weaker Luxray? ... I got nothing.

A pile of coal. Hmm. The Japanese name sounds like "mountain of coal". So this is like a beefed up Magcargo. Which isn't good, since that thing sucks. Well, that's unfortunate.

Huh, the Apple Dragon is back. Or rather, it was here first then appeared again as a better Dragon in Generation IX. So if I named that better Dragon as "Invaluable", does that mean this one would be named (if at all) as "Unvaluable"?

Ehh...

Fodder.

Hey, this is that Kilo that Shield has! I remember this thing's insanely focused stats! A barracuda eh? Hmm... I might call this as "Machete". In Yakuza 8, there's a gang called the Barracudas, whose boss is Dwight Mendez, and his boss battle theme is Twin Machetes.

Hey, another thing that Shield has. I'll call it "Declawed". Because I thought for certain that this thing had claws when I wrote the short story, and it turned out it didn't.

Ugh. Massive centipede... Crap stats, so... pass.

Not a Water type? Huh. ... "Careful. There's no escaping this guy's headlock. He kind of sucks you in." This thing looks interesting, but... 42 Spd. Nope. Unfortunately, this is the kind of thing that pops up in a Battle Tower-esque thing that promptly gets one-shotted by my vanguard Salamence and only serves as fodder for Moxie.

Another Cuphead name? Um... I think there's a teapot somewhere in that game, so... that name?

29 Spd. Why is everything so f*cking slow, or insanely fast? The hell is thing is supposed to be, anyways? 136 Sp. Atk so I'd probably make one, but exclusive for Trick Room? I don't know.

60 Spd. Another slow-ass dude. It has Prankster, but... blech.

An armored Linoone? Finally, something with a respectable Spd stat. Not too high, not too low. Too bad the rest of thing sucks.

That thing looks like a Meowth who's seen some sh*t. ... 50 Spd. Nope.

Looks like this Corsola fought its way out of a Toxapex's stomach and reclaimed what was left of its body. 145 Sp. Atk is ridiculous, and 130 Sp. Def is amazing, but 50 Def and 60 HP with 30 Spd means it dies immediately to any Ghost or Dark type that has a physical attack. Boo. So this would be one of those things that I make but never use. "Leftovers".

Hey, Sword's Pokemon! That useless ass bird finally got a purpose. 65 Spd... ... It will finally get made, and then get stuffed in a box for eternity. "Short Legs". Because one, it has short legs, and two, this is kind of like a Zealot in Starcraft if you forget the Leg Enhancement upgrade from the Citadel of Adun. Or the Charge upgrade from the Twilight Council in Starcraft II. Yeah, it has a lot of damage output, but... it needs to reach the target first.

Last one for this part. And another one of Sword's Pokemon. An English gentleman Pokemon, huh? ... If I recall, there are Gentleman type enemy trainers in Pokemon games, and so this guy is that class Pokemon-fied. Thus I will call this thing as... "Sujimon".

[shotmrmiller]

Submitting to his dominance part I

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

TW: mean dominant, rough oral

18+ MDNI

WC: 1.5k

Being Johnny’s best friend had its downsides. Like how he essentially forced you into ‘guy talk’. Yeah, sure, you liked women too. But having to listen to him rant about his conquests was going to make you tear your hair out. You liked women, you did, but this buffoon going on about what he liked to do in bed was too much. He was essentially your brother from another mother. Ew.

An hour into his stories, you tell him that if you have to sit through any more of his freaky sexcapades, you might just murder him. And that’s how he brings up Ghost. You’ve met him several times— being Johnny’s residential pest. He was a big motherfucker who always had his face covered. You always were a sucker for the tall, dark, and mysterious type but he always seemed uninterested in everything— including you.

“Ye think I’m a reprobate, hen, ye should hear ‘bout Ghost! He’s the freaky one! Telling the lasses he’s with to kneel and behave or will spank them ‘til they cry. Ghost is a skyrocket, I tell ya!” And that gets your attention. 

“What?” you blurt out. 

“Yeah, hen! He’s into the whole collar and gags— boorish if ye ask me.” 

You could kiss Johnny. Having more than dabbled in the world of BDSM, you knew you could handle many things— maybe even more than what Ghost offered. You bite back an ecstatic smile as Johnny continues with his story-telling, but you aren’t listening anymore.

Unbeknownst to Johnny, he’s just given you a way into Ghost’s trousers.

━

You lounge on the couch as Ghost and Johnny sit around the island drinking. By the sound of Johnny talking in cursive, he’s more than a little sloshed. Then he slaps his hand on the countertop, the sound startling you, and declares how he’s gonna go take a piss. You roll your eyes. Charming.

He stumbles away and then it’s just you two in the living area. This is your only chance. Steeling your nerves, you make your move. 

“Hey. Ghost.” 

He turns his head to the side a little, a cue that he’s listening. 

“I have a proposition for you.” Then stand up and make your way towards him, casually leaning against the island. Ghost looks completely lax, but his eyes sparkle with slight interest. 

Now or never.

You summon your courage and say, “Johnny spoke of you being dominant in bed. I want you to dominate me.” 

He looked at you with a hooded gaze, before scoffing. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, pet.”

That’s not an outright no. This horse isn’t dead yet, so you’re gonna continue to beat it. 

“Said you like to collar your women. Keep them quiet with a gag. I can crawl on my knees if you ask it of me. I’ll speak when spoken to.” 

Ghost’s shoulders are stiff as he stares around your face as if trying to catch a sign of a prank. He inhales and looks like he’s about to shut you down completely but you talk first.

“My safeword is Pelican. I like to be ordered around, spanked, and tied up. I promise to surrender myself completely. I promise to be a good girl for you.”

Ghost sits there, looking at you in complete silence. Your heart pounds in your ears, your cheeks warming in embarrassment. Maybe he’s not interested. Maybe Johnny had been joking. God, you didn’t even think about it being a bloody joke.

You straighten, getting ready to either run away or curl up and die when two big hands grab onto your hips— keeping you in place.

“You want to be dominated, eh?” and pulls you to stand in between his legs.

“I’m not going to be kind,” and tightens his grip on you, “I’m not going to murmur sweet nothings in your ear. I’m going to use you for my pleasure— like my personal sex toy.” 

One hand moves from your waist to grab your hair in a vicious grip and pulls you down to his eye level, close to his masked face.

“Oh, pet. I’m going to ruin you.”

You swallow hard because you know he is and can’t wait but then the sound of the bathroom door opening brings you back into the present. Ghost lets go of your hair and you jump back, putting space between you. 

As you run your fingers through your hair, Johnny stumbles into the kitchen, tripping over a chair. Positively pissed. You move to catch him, putting his arm over your shoulder, yours around his waist to hold him upright.

“Right, Johnny boy, it’s time for bed.” you chuckle at his drunken mumbles.

After tucking him in, you head back to the kitchen. To Ghost. You watch him put his used glass into the sink before crossing his arms and leaning back. Expectantly. As you’re about to walk to him, he holds his hand up in a stopping gesture. 

“No. You’re gonna be a good girl f’me, remember?” he cocks his head to the side, and with finality in this tone says, “Crawl.”

Oh. Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. It starts now. Your reaction is visceral— dropping to your knees so hard they’ll be bruised tomorrow. Holding eye contact, you slowly drag your body towards him. One hand forward, then a leg. Repeat. 

Reaching his feet, you keep your palms flat on Johnny’s wooden floor and arch your back to look up at Ghost with wide eyes. He looks cool, indifferent. But the bulge in his jeans tells you otherwise. 

You wait for him patiently, continuously holding eye contact and it feels like an hour has passed before he talks. Commands.

“Take my cock out.” 

Your thighs tremble in anticipation, your pussy throbbing at his words. Hands to his waist, you can’t unbuckle his belt fast enough. You hook your fingers into his pants and pull hard enough that you hear a seam unstitch. That earns you a slap across the cheek, hard enough to sting. 

“Careful.” You wish you could say it was a reprimand but the feel of his calloused fingers on the soft skin of your cheeks sends a jolt straight to your cunt. 

Pants down, you stare at his cock. It’s a goddamn sight. Long and so very thick, heavy enough that even erect, it bends downward— foreskin covers half of the head and balls hang low. A masterpiece. 

Another slap to your cheek snaps you out of your adoration. 

“Open your mouth, pet.” 

He tastes of salt and his musk. You could sit here with him in your mouth forever. You go as deep as you can take him and he hisses when you hold him there until you gag and pull back— getting the stringy saliva from the back of your throat onto his cock. Flattening your tongue, you start to bob on his length until he’s properly wet. 

Ghost puts his hand on your head and begins to rock his hips and you start to add a twist with your head on every thrust. Soon, you feel him leaking more salty precum and know he’s close so you start sucking— cheeks sinking in. His thrusts start to get harsher and sloppier and the noises coming from your throat as he fucks it is sinful.

His grip shifts from your head to your hair and you put your hands on his thighs— digging your nails into his skin and he growls out, “That’s it. Come on, pet, you can take it.” 

Then there’s salty blooming on your tongue, cum leaking from the corners of your mouth because there’s simply no more room with his cock in it— dripping down your chin and onto the floor. It’s completely silent apart from Ghost’s stuttering breaths and Johnny’s muffled snoring behind his closed door.

Ghost pulls out his softening length and tucks it away, pulling his jeans back up but leaving the belt unbuckled. He then cups your jaw and makes you watch him watch you swallow his cum.

He gives you a light tap on your reddened cheek from his previous slaps and breathily says, “Atta girl. I didn’t even have to tell you what to do.” 

Your knees throb and your thighs burn but his compliment makes every single ache worth it. Any crumb of praise from him, you’ll take. 

He bends down to your kneeled form before saying, “Next week, I’m gonna pass by your flat. Until then, you do not masturbate, you do not come— And I don’t care what you tell Johnny but make sure he doesn’t visit.” and turns to leave. 

Clearing your throat, you croak out, “But you don’t even have my address.” 

Holding the door open, Ghost shrugs. 

“Don’t have to tell me. I know where you live, pet.”  The noise of the door clicking shut echoed through the apartment. With a groan, you put your arse on the floor and slowly extend your knees— hissing at the sharp pain of your knees finally unbending. Ghost is mean. So mean. How does he expect you to not touch yourself when the cum still drying on your chin has you soaking your knickers?

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A/N: ha ha! hes a lean mean machine! i had way too much fun writing this i need help

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat — and you were game enough to anger the both of them.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The singular text you received set many things into motion. 

Bucky was in meetings after meetings all day, his mood growing ever darker as each one ended and another began – if that singular text that you received only an hour ago was any telling. 

It was how you ended up sitting on the couch in the living room of his penthouse, wearing nothing but your silk robe and a smug smile on your lips. The key in the door was the only warning you had before the storm himself entered his haven, permeating the air with his foul mood. 

“Hey, daddy,” you greeted from your perch on the couch. Bucky turned from shucking off his suit jacket at the door, and you swallowed at the glint of anger in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Rough day,” Bucky grunted in reply. His footsteps into the living room were heavy and deliberate, and he came to a stop just in front of you. “You up to playing, kukla?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand to kiss his palm. “Yes, daddy.” 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised, his voice soft. “Daddy needs you to behave.”

The words were a cascade of hidden urgency, a plea, and for once, you were going to disobey. Biting your lip, you shook your head.

Bucky raised a brow and moved his hand to grip your chin tightly. “What was that, baby?”

“Not gonna behave, daddy–wanna make you work for it.” The air in the room changed to be stifled with tension, electricity coursed through every last nerve at the admission, and you watched the storm clouds roll and consume the sky blue of Bucky’s eyes. “Want you to punish me.”

A heavy breath left Bucky’s parted lips, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip – bitten-red and slick with spit. “Say that again, shlyukha. A little louder.”

There were two options now – obey his order and say it a little louder as he had asked, or you could run. Bolt for the bedroom in a bid for freedom and allow the wolf to bare his fangs in a show of much needed control. Deciding with the latter, you took a deep breath, and steeled yourself to run for your life. 

“No, daddy,” you whispered, blinking slowly in a ruse of softness. “You’ll be too slow to catch me after sitting on your ass all day–a dog’s gotta work for his treat.”

And then, you ran.

Your feet skidded over the tiled floor, and you panted for breath, the thrill of the chase making your heart pound in your ears. 

“Shlyukha–get the fuck back here, now,” Bucky called, stalking behind you. You chanced a glance over your shoulders to see him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows – the tattoos and metal shone in the downlights from the ceiling. “Do as you’re fucking told, sweetheart.”

“No!” you squealed, turning a corner. “No, I won’t, daddy!”

Bucky laughed, a dark, hollow sound, and it caused a shiver to run up your spine. “Ty chertova shlyukha,” he called again, his voice booming off the walls of the hallway you had run down in a desperate search for sanctuary. 

The split second of hesitance cost you the last few strides between you and Bucky, and you shrieked when you felt his arms envelop you from behind, his grip tight and unwavering. 

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and dangerous as tucked his chin into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His breath was hot on your ear and cheek, and you shuddered. "You're going to learn to be a good girl. I will tame you–whether you like it or not, kukla."

“Please,” you whined as you struggled in his grip. “Just wanted to-”

“What? To what?” Bucky snapped, turning you around so he could look at you. “Test my fucking patience even more, is that it?”

Pleading innocence played well in the past, you quickly remembered, and you looked up at him through your lashes. “No…”

“Well then, tell me, sweetheart–what was that, huh?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, daddy,” you simpered, twisting in place and putting a pout on your lower lip to push your point. “You’re the one being an asshole.”

It was the final bullet fired from the chamber; the match igniting the fuse.

Silence, louder than a gunshot, followed your words, and you couldn’t help but pant slightly from the adrenaline. 

Bucky's eyes darkened, and he grabbed you roughly by the waist, pulling you close to him. "You're going to regret those words," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. You squeaked from the shock of being thrown over his shoulder. 

The sudden movement jarred your mind into a frenzied panic; a lamb in the wolf’s teeth. 

Mumbled words could be heard over his heavy footsteps, and you managed to catch a trail of, “Trakhni menya. Chto ya sdelal, chtoby poluchit' takoy grebanyy otrod'ye?”

You huffed and squirmed, but his grip was unrelenting. “Daddy! Put me down,” you pleaded, still squirming, but he only pinched your thigh. “Ow, you bastard,” you mumbled.

Bucky froze. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” you rushed, eyes widening with the realisation that he had heard you. Shit.

“Uh-huh.” A door opened and you watched the carpeted floor of your bedroom appear under Bucky’s feet. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

“Yep,” you replied easily, petting Bucky’s ass with your hands. “You have a nice butt, daddy.” Bucky snorted, then threw you down onto the bed, a heavy, “oof,” leaving your lips from the impact. 

“Hands and knees, shlyukha–don’t make daddy repeat himself,” Bucky ordered, watching you from the side of the bed as he took off his watch and rings. “Go on.”

The sight of him taking off his rings made a rushed fantasy appear in your mind. You scrambled to the edge of the bed and grabbed his hand before he could take off the last one. “Please,” you whispered. Bucky gave you his hand, and you immediately sucked two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue circling and roving like you would do over the head of his cock.

“Oh, kitten,” Bucky sighed, tilting his head so the loose strands of hair brushed over his stubbled cheek and jaw – the movement was hypnotising and you watched while your tongue moved. “You just need something in that pretty mouth, don’t you?” His free hand cupped your jaw. “Too bad.”

You whined as Bucky pulled away his hand and you reached out to grab hold of it again, when the sharp crack and sting of a palm across your cheek tilted your head to the side. The impact of his palm sent a ricochet of sensation all over and it all settled heavy in your cunt, making it throb with need. “Please,” you whimpered, and Bucky clicked his tongue. 

“Now, sweetheart, tell me,” he started, the click of metal echoed around the room as he undid his belt. “Do you deserve to get what you want after that stunt you just pulled?”

“Yes, I do,” you said confidently. The second slap was sharp on your other cheek, and you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat. “Daddy.”

“Takoy grebanyy otrod'ye, kotenok,” Bucky snapped, snapping the leather of his belt. “Hands out.”

Complying with his order, you stretched your hands out, wrists together. He was silent as he looped his belt over your wrists and pulled it tight. “Stay still,” he whispered. You did so, and he ran a finger between your skin and the leather. “Is it too tight, baby?”

“No,” you replied quietly, testing the bond. “It’s good, Buck.”

Bucky nodded once, and then his hand cupped your jaw again. “Give me a colour, sweetheart.”

You grinned. “So green I’m glowing.”

“You’re adorable,” Bucky laughed. “Alright. Here we go.”

The air left your lungs in a sharp exhale at the feel of Bucky’s hand at your throat, the pressure just shy of being too tight. You stared up into his face and watched the black of his pupils consume the cerulean blue – an entrancing sight. 

“Now, hands and knees,” Bucky said, his voice so low it rumbled in his chest. “You’ll take your punishment, and then maybe you’ll get something in that pretty mouth a’yours.”

“Please,” you said again, pouting, and Bucky narrowed his eyes, the storm behind them growing in intensity. Defeated, you moved to the centre of the bed, palms flat on the comforter and knees spread slightly. 

“Good shlyukha.” There was a rustle of cotton and then a quiet creak from the springs of the mattress. “You think this cute ass of yours can stand to be spanked, huh? Can you take it?”

“No, daddy, please,” you breathed, fisting the comforter. “Don’t wan’ it-”

“Too fucking bad, Princess,” Bucky spat, his hand groping your ass. “You’re going to learn not to bitch at daddy.”

The crack of skin meeting skin thundered through the bedroom and you cried out, your elbows giving out so your face landed onto the soft cotton of the comforter. “Daddy!”

“Take it, shlyukha,” Bucky warned, his palm rubbing over the stinging skin on your backside. “You know what you did.”

You whined and nodded. Another smack landed on the back of your thigh and you jolted forward, a sob leaving your lips. “Please, please, daddy-”

“Colour,” Bucky asked, his metal hand resting on your thigh where the last blow landed. 

“Green,” you gasped, “fuck.” 

“Good girl, you’re taking it so well, kitten,” Bucky praised, removing his hand. “Just a few more, then you can have what you want. I just can’t let my good little girl wander around knowing it’s okay to disrespect her daddy, ain’t that right?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, and you wiggled your hips. 

Bucky chuckled, and then another hit landed. Five blows landed in succession shortly after, each one leaving behind a sting that made your cunt weep, and as Bucky ran his hand up your back, you shivered and moaned lowly. “You did so well, kotenok, baby,” Bucky soothed, “are you alright?”

“Yes, daddy,” you sighed. The pleasant low hum in your mind had begun to spread through your body, making you feel like you were floating. 

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetheart?”

“Mm,” you hummed, your muscles falling lax. You would have fallen over if Bucky hadn’t kept an iron grip on your hips. 

“Alright, kisa, here,” Bucky rushed. You felt the mattress dip as he manoeuvred to sit at the head of the bed, his back resting against the headboard, thick thighs spread and bare – when had he taken off his slacks? “C’mere, baby.”

You followed him and laid between his thighs, your head pillowed on the muscle there and face oh so close to what you wanted. Bucky made quick work of the belt around your wrist and chucked it to the floor at the foot of the bed before he soothed the raw skin with his thumb. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against the reddened skin, placing soft kisses where it was most tender.

There was a moment of silence where your eyes drooped from the sudden onset of floatiness. It was peaceful and quiet, bar the sounds of Bucky’s slow, steady breaths above you.

You wriggled impossibly closer to his body and whined with need. “What do you want, baby girl,” Bucky asked, his hand petting your hair. “Tell daddy, c’mon–use your words, you can do it.”

Unable to form words, you sidled even closer until your cheek rested on his canted hip, your lips so close to his hardened cock. “Please,” you mumbled.

Bucky exhaled heavily and pulled free his hard cock, shoving the fabric of his briefs down under his balls so you have access. “There you go, sweetheart. Need something filling that pretty mouth–go on, take it.”

You surged forward and placed his cockhead on the flat of your tongue, and suckled, eyelids fluttering. 

“Such a khoroshiy kotenok, baby, that’s it,” Bucky praised, his breaths coming in steady huffs despite the suckling of your mouth. “Taking daddy so well–you take the time you need, daddy’s got you.”

ty chertova shlyukha = you are a fucking whore kukla = doll trakhni menya. chto ya sdelal, chtoby poluchit' takoy grebanyy otrod'ye? = fuck me. What did I do to get such a fucking brat? takoy grebanyy otrod'ye, kotenok = such a fucking brat, kitten khoroshiy kotenok = good kitten

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 24- Part 3

Oooh, interesting…well, good thing Xera's got one (1) Ice Heal in the Bag! Convenient timing!

Dinosaur!! Our first fossil Pokémon, and it didn't even come from a fossil! Heck yeah we're taking the Amaura!

Crystal seems like a fitting enough name for an Amaura, what with the ice crystals on its body. Speaking of, here's Amaura’s PokéDex entry:

Is there anything else to the hole in the wall, now?

Okay, fair enough. And since this is a dead end, it's time to start heading down.

Always good, saves me some more money.

Ah- another Strength boulder? Okay, so this is a dead end too…even though that item down there is taunting me…

This place, its layout, it's…it's just rectangles. It's all a bunch of rectangles! It's geometry! What kind of mountain is this?

A salty mountain, apparently- but at least the rocks are still generous with Potions.

That's a Croagunk down there- hey! That's probably Corey's Croagunk! Oh, we have got to get down there somehow- if I can navigate all these darn rectangles!!

More salt! Acceptable!!

And there's another cave, too- we'll have to look at it later. In fact, I think we can get down there with these stairs here.

Look at this big, open area- there must be some stuff to find, right?

Salt aside, I see a ladder up there- must lead to the 1F of this mountain (because I noticed this is 2F). Yet another place to try and navigate to, I suppose.

Alright, cool item, and now…ugh, hold on, I just- you all know how I like to rub up on objects looking for hidden items, yeah? Like this?

Well, for some reason, here on Citrine Mountain specifically, a good chunk of the time I do this, a wild Pokémon pops up right when I approach the rock and click my interaction button, to the point where it looks like interacting with the object triggered the encounter (I know that's not what actually took place, but that's how the timing keeps working out). It's happened almost a dozen times by now, and I'm starting to get really annoyed by it!

Well at least this rock was- oh!! That's a Field Effect Read-Out up there!! But how do I get to it? How do I get to any of the things I've seen? How do I navigate this geometric mountain that looks like it came right out of Minecraft??

This way- have I gone this way yet? It's hard to tell, with how similar all of this looks…

Oh yeah, this is new ground we're walking.

And here it is, the Read-Out!

Short-Circuit Field…that's related to Factory Field, isn't it? Lemme just read up on this…(on the wiki, of course, due to my buggy UI)

Seems like it's mostly connected to Electric- and Steel-types, just like Factory Field, but more…quirky. But I'm surprised how easily it can be converted back to Factory Field- I mean, Charge Beam can do it! That's something Prong can just…do! Why? I dunno, maybe it has to do with…concentrating the out-of-control electricity or something…?

And there's something else that's catching my attention- apparently, certain Ghost- and Dark-type moves get powered up in this Field too? W…Why, though? Are they empowered by the ghosts of the machines destroyed to short-circuit the battlefield? And, if it powers up Ghost attacks…is this the Field we're gonna be fighting Shade on…? Why else would they give us this Read-Out now, of all times?

Well…nothing to be done about it right now, I suppose. Look there, I see Croagunk again.

I bet I can get around to it by using those stairs up there.

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EPISODE I: CAPTAIN ERIC VS THE MYSTERIOUS MIMIC

Captain Eric muses on deleting twitter hopefully for good, a gold grabbing ghost and the distribution of Pokemon teased for Scarlet and Violet

So with Twitter dead and gone, I’m going back to the old days of the internet, long form blogging. It has been refreshing the past two days not posting every stray thought that comes to mind and (more importantly) not seeing everyone else’s stray thoughts. I’ll do a longer form obituary on my time on twitter later and what finally drove me off (spoiler: the top trending topics of a day being “The Jews” and “#IStandWithKyrie” were a big motivator) but for today’s topic we’re going to be talking about the latest Pokemon revealed: Gimmighoul

(source: bulbapedia.com) On November 5th, a Pokemon started showing up in Pokemon Go and following you around if you collected coins at Pokestops. The same day Pokemon launched a site that showed a treasure chest being progressively filled with more and more coins over time. Then finally on November 6th, Gimmighoul was officially revealed. Now I know there’d been dex leaks and a “Coin” Pokémon was teased in those leaks (and hey another advantage of leaving twitter I will know nothing about the game early) so this is our guy.  Designwise, I love this lil dude. A mimic Pokemon is a very interesting concept and I’m hoping it gets some kind of signature move to take advantage of its two forms. While we’re on the topic of two forms, Gimmighoul has the chest form that I have in the image and then the Roaming Form that’s just the lil grey guy by himself but the Pokemon’s ability is Rattled (boost speed if hit by Ghost, Dark or Bug attacks) which means that changing between forms is not going to be dependent on the ability like other Pokemon who can change forms between battle (Eiscue, Aegislash, Darmanitan and Mimikyu for example). It is stated that the Roaming form is very fast and evasive but the Chest Form is slow and defensive. If it’s not based on ability and the Roaming Form is said to be uncatchable, I wonder how they union these two ideas. The next thing that struck me was that this was yet another Ghost Pokemon to be revealed and that it had felt like Ghost was getting alot of representation so far this gen. Prior to Gimmighoul’s release, Ghost-type Pokemon were the sole 2nd rarest type in the game ahead of Ice (they’ve now moved into a tie with Fairy). I checked it out and my feelings were confirmed. Of the 18 Pokemon that have been revealed and had their types disclosed 3 have a Ghost typing, tying it with Psychic for the 2nd most common type of revealed Pokemon. Normal is first with 5, which I think makes sense. But what interests me is that there are a ton of types that have had no rep at all yet this pre-release cycle. Bug, Dark, Fighting, Flying, Ground and Steel have all yet to be shown. Bug and Flying would be represented by our Route 1 bird and bug which is odd we haven’t seen since Lechonk likely fills the Rattata role. As I was writing this, Pokemon announced there will be a trailer tomorrow which I would expect to be the final trailer before release. I imagine this is going to be the starter evolution reveal, then again they didn’t release the starters evos for SwSh so who knows? I suppose we will in 22 hours.

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