#oc x all might

[moredorkysjonsson]

Soichi gives All Might a surprise visit after they've both been busy with their own things for a few weeks~

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Phew! The piece with Soichi was a nightmare to work with. The worst thing is that I'm still not fully satisfied. But you know what, after countless of fixing and redrawing, I decided to just give in. Because sometimes our own perfectionism can become rather toxic to ourselves. So, I just said 'fuck it', adjusted a little bit of the coloring and shading, and decided to post it either way!~

Plus! I was so excited to show you this one! ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧ ,Which was also a reason I couldn't just ditch it by my own frustration.

[ohnogizm0]

happy halloween from toshi and the little yagis 🎃🦇💀🕷️

[catsharky]

Yeah I was right and there was no way I was getting the rest of this done without making you all wait another month or two, so I just went to the next good break point. We're officially past the halfway point with Astarion though, so not too much longer before you actually get to see Rolan again!

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[choccy-milky]

how to scare a goody two-shoes ravenclaw 👵🏻

[s0rr3l]

BLUSH

liyu lets slip ONE time that they like his voice and now he uses it to tease them constantly. jerk (affectionate)

@jeminiikrystal @blackknight-kai @marcu-bug

[vaguely-concerned]

rookanis really is like... first base is you walking through the haunted ruins of my mind to find me in an act of breathtaking psychological intimacy with added tam lin undertones. second base is baked goods (cautious erotic connotations). third base is deicide. THEN we kiss. also second deicide of course once you pop it's hard to stop

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[bugcowboyart]

Thanks go to @lupismaris for the inspiring tags on my butch Wolverine post:

To answer your question, she’s single on paper but there’s a line of dykes wrapped around the x-mansion competing to invent new unseen forms of unhealthy relationships.

[rozhliena]

mc x mammon

you construct intricate rituals in order to touch the skin of the avatar of greed, ambiguous season but i would venture it's still during s1 of the original game, mostly just palavering about the gaze nothing actually occurs

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Don't you get eyestrain?" you ask Mammon, tilting your head as you sink back into the pillows on your bed. "With the sunglasses." It isn't bright in your room, the lights set just shy of their dimmest mode as you get ready to go to bed, and neither is his D.D.D.'s brightness set high. But he wears them all the time anyway, even in the evening. "Or are your eyes just sensitive?"

From where he's leaning at the side of your bed, frantically tapping some blinking lights on his D.D.D., Mammon shakes his head. "Nah, my eyes are fine," he says. "I just like the look of 'em."

A fair, if somewhat odd, assessment. You can't say you dislike the look, either, which has grown as familiar as the sight of him in your room — you're actually not sure why he's here today. It just seems like a given, some routine you've fallen into. There are two toothbrushes in the bathroom connecting to the bedroom, and there is a hamper in the corner for clothes that aren't yours, though they never seem to make it into the basket without your help, and the extra hangers in your wardrobe have lately been put into use more often than not. It's not exactly normal, you know that, but it comes so naturally.

"Are you gambling on mobile games again?" you ask, reaching over to pluck the sunglasses off his face, wondering if you should feel amusement or concern at the fact that he hadn't reacted to the motion at all. But maybe that's natural to him, too. You look at the orange-tinted lenses curiously. "You probably shouldn't, you know."

"I'm gonna win this one, serious, y'know, statistically and shit — "

When you put the sunglasses on, they're slightly large on your face, and they really aren't special aside from being from a Devildom designer brand that sounds suspiciously similar to the human world's Gucci. A typical pair of polarized sunglasses. You sigh, pulling them off. You lean over to place them back on Mammon's face, slightly askew. "Still losing?" You know he is; he's already out of in-game currency. Sure enough, the lights on the animated slot machine go red.

"Hey! You jinxed me!" he complains, adjusting the crooked sunglasses as the plaintive whine of a loser's trombone plays from his phone's speakers, but he turns off the game and stretches across your bed. His eyes peek out above the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, toward you. Like he's expecting something. You wonder if he's even aware of the way he looks at you sometimes, so intently it seems to go right through to the back of your neck.

"What's up," you say.

His gaze shifts, lands on the second hamper in the room, half-filled with his clothes by someone who isn't him. He's thanked you for it before, but you wonder what he actually thinks about the entire thing. "I dunno. Just lookin'." At this angle, you can only make out the blue in his eyes.

You sit up. "Are demon eyes different from human eyes? Like, in terms of biology."

Mammon looks at you, a little incredulously, and then laughs. "Man, how the hell would I know that? I ain't a nerd like Satan."

You shrug, moving so you're facing him properly. "I don't know. But can I check?"

He grimaces, but he's already folding up his sunglasses and hooking them into the collar of his shirt. "Like, you're not gonna poke 'em or anything, right? Would you even know the difference between, y'know, human and demon eyes?"

"Maybe. I don't know." When you moved just now, your hand brushed against his, where below the knuckles is the faded smudge of a stamp he'd had to get at one of Beel's games. Identical to one on your own hand. The game itself hadn't been particularly intriguing, and what you remember more than anything else is that it had been cold that day. You and he had to huddle up together beneath a blanket, and Mammon's bony elbows poked into your ribs to such an extent that you wondered if it wasn't less comfortable in the blanket than outside of it. But when he turned to you, smiling sheepishly, looking at you the way he does, warmth bloomed in your chest and you couldn't even feel the ache over it.

Mammon looks at you the way he does and shrugs. "Whatever. All yours."

There's no way to make this seem normal, you know that. When you take his face in your hands you don't think too much about how easily his face fits against your palms as you angle his head toward the light. His cheeks are warm. He doesn't resist at all. "Don't close your eyes so I can look at your pupils."

It's not an order, but Mammon goes along with it anyway, though his eyes tremble a little, avoiding your gaze, when you lean in to inspect.

When the light hits them, the pupils constrict like they would in any other eye. Whenever Mammon looks over his sunglasses, his eyes are like the bright blue sky of the human world above a sea of sand, but up this close, they're entirely normal. The same pupils, irises, sclerae. Tear ducts. The delicate blood vessels along the white of the eye. Eyelashes, to keep out debris. It's almost disappointing. The only distinction anyone could make between his eyes and those of a human's is that his irises are unnaturally vivid and possess two colors, but even then, there are some humans with those same traits.

"I can't tell the difference," you admit. "They look like any other set of eyes."

The set in question flicks to yours, narrowing slightly. "Hey, just 'cause I'm being generous doesn't mean you can go lumpin' me in with everyone else." He reaches up, his hand finding purchase at one of your wrists like he's going to wrench you away from him, but he just keeps it there. "I'm the Great Mammon, y'know?" The warmth bleeds into your skin.

"I know that," you say softly, still not thinking. "Hey, close your eyes." Again, it's not an order, no force behind the words, but again Mammon obliges. His eyelashes are so light they're almost transparent. You brush the pad of your thumb over the thin skin of the eyelid, over the light oily sheen there. His closed eyes quiver beneath your touch.

"Does eyeshadow give you trouble?" you ask. "Because of your eyelids."

"Lil bit," he says. "When I do gigs I gotta prime 'em and carry those blotting things. But hey, I always end up lookin' good, yeah?" His mouth turns up in a contagious grin.

"You do." It comes out of your mouth so easily. His cheeks go warm at the admission, but he doesn't say anything this time. He's letting you feel around his eyes like it's nothing, and you think, maybe there isn't any real difference between demons and humans, after all. Eyes or otherwise. You let your fingers trace along his face to under the chin, angling his head upward. During the game, you had reached down to one of his arms and squeezed, not because it accomplished anything for heat, but because it was instinctual, like scratching an itch, or like blinking.

Your faces are so close. Kissing Mammon would be so simple — twist of the wrist, tilt of the head. You'd land his lips in one try; it would come naturally, and his mouth would be soft and warm. You wonder if he would let you kiss him.

Mammon's eyes flutter open. His grasp on your wrist tightens slightly. You can feel his breath on your face. Your own breath catches in your throat. "What're you doing?" he whispers.

"Just looking," you whisper back. He doesn't let go.

[moredorkysjonsson]

I once made an AU about a healthier version of All Might, and that he started a relationship with Soichi earlier than (her) canon story. She influences All Might to take better care of himself. Like: healthier sleeping schedule, healthier eating schedule and taking days off for rest. Soichi is living with All Might to support him with these things, helping him emotionally and reminding him to eat, sometimes joining him during meal time. And when he needs rest she will take care of him, making sure he gets the rest he needs.

All Might still lost a lot of weight after the surgery, but the regular schedule with food and sleep helps him keep a healthy weight.

I was actually hesitant to post this because I'm not sure if people would be into this concept with All Might.

[ohnogizm0]

daddy yagi up early with the little yagis- you got this toshi! 👊🍼🐰🐰

[tsuutarr]

If the rpg protagonist yandere (i don't know his name 😭😭😭) have a cutscene when him can give a nickname for the read what would him choose?

Oooh, good question!! I feel like Gallius calls Reader a variety of things, actually.

"My Love" would be one he uses often, which reference the "Love Interest" character role.

Funnily enough, "My Nugget" might be something he uses from time to time when he finds Reader especially cute. It references gold nuggets since his name is based on the element gallium, a metal~

Sometimes, when he's feeling especially downtrodden and tired, he'll call Reader "My Solace" since Reader really does feel like a safe haven for him. Sentience can be real hard, but Reader make it a lot easier.

He also would have a penchant for shortening your name, I think. No matter how short, he'll find a way to make it shorter, trust. But it's out of affection since he's pretty formal with most other people.

[leopardmuffinxo]

i wouldn't want to be with anyone else

[rottenzombrainz]

When his first reaction to hearing you scream is to slice whatever scared you with a chainsaw>>>>>

[uracutieraka]

'Need me a big boy'

all might x F!reader

Tw; slight smut, drinking, mentions of age gap

"So, Toshinori, I'm curious," Your words are slightly slurred from the sake you had been chugging down.

You were a new teacher at UA. A long time close friend of Aizawa.

"Y/n, don't ask him one of your crazy, and inappropriate questions." The long haired man warned.

He knew you too well.

"No, no it's fine, I'm curious what she wants to ask."

Aizawa looked down at his glass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He threw his shot back quickly.

The Blond man turned back to look at you.

"Continue." He said.

A smirk tugged it's way at your face.

"When you go into your," you lazily circle your wrist, pointing at him. "Buff, all might form, does everything get bigger?" an eyebrow has now shot up quizzically at him, expectant of his answer.

"I- Everything? What do you mean 'everything'?" his face is flushed at the awkwardness of the question.

He looks around the table at his other coworkers for help.

Midnight shakes her head at him scoffing. "Don't look at us for help, plus I'm curious now too." she grins at him.

"Well, ya' gonna answer me or what?" you're so blunt it scares him.

"Well, uhm, I guess. I've never really checked, hah.." he sputters out.

"Hmm.." you swirl the liquid in your cup around and throw it back quickly.

The rest of the night passes quickly. Alcohol pumping through your veins.

It's no secret you'd been an all might fangirl since you were just a little girl.

His debut changed you.

You even had posters of him in your room until you moved out of your parents home.

Being able to be so close to him was making you go internally crazy.

You also didn't mind the way he looked in his relaxed state.

But something was gnawing at you all night, this teenage fantasy was waving around in your face.

Like a carrot taunting the horse.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes outside you turned to study the older man.

Once everyone begun dispersing, you turned to rush after him.

"Hey!" you gently grip his wrist, causing him to turn around.

"Oh! Y/n! Hi." he breathes out, obviously glad it was just you and not a criminal trying to start something.

"So..,' you look around, bouncing up to the balls of your feet and back down. "About what I asked you earlier,"

He is quick to cut you off.

"Oh! That! Yeah... sorry I couldn't give you a better answer."

He's so, shy? You're beginning to wonder if he wasn't used to having female attention. Even though he was the number one hero for so many years.

You look up at him through your eyelashes.

He can feel the breath get caught in his throat.

He's had his fair share of beautiful women in his life, but you? You're the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes on.

He thanked who ever was above every morning he got to walk into work and hear your sweet voice ring into his ears.

"Morning Toshinori!'

'You look so handsome today!'

Now that he thinks back on it, your sudden advances shouldn't be catching him so off guard.

"Well, I know a way you could give me a real answer." Your statement is followed by a soft giggle. The alcohol providing you with a temporary ego boost.

He could die right now.

The way you're looking at him is driving him insane.

"Okay." is quick to leave his mouth. He's nearly breathless.

You chuckle and step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around one of his.

"Lead the way to your place?"

"Of course." He brings the other arm up to rest his hand on top of one of yours. He turns and leads the way to his apartment.

It's a surprisingly short walk from the bar.

You two made small talk the whole time.

Asking simple questions to get to know each other better.

"So," he begins as you approach his buildings entrance. "Why are you interested in me?" He sounds genuinely curious.

"Well, uhm, to be honest, this is like a teenage dream of mine." You smile up at him, now feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Really? I don't know if I should be hurt or appreciative."

"Definitely appreciative." You say flatly.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth as you approach the front door now.

He moves out of your grip, and opens the door for you.

"Thank you." you say quietly as you enter the building.

It's a lot more quaint than you expected from the number one hero.

A security guard sits at a small desk in the corner of the small lobby.

"Toshinori!," He says, surprised to see the man arrive. "Ah! Finally you've brought a lady friend!"

The man is old, and obviously foreign. His accent is thick.

You look up at him to see his reaction.

His face is a dark shade of red, his hand slowly pulling at his chin in disbelief.

"She's a pretty one too! Good job!"

You laugh at the absurdness of the whole situation.

"Can you just let us up please?" He asks the old man.

"yes, yes, ahhh, you know I'm just poking fun at you!"

"I know, I know."

He thanks the man as you guys walk past him, entering the elevator.

"Have a wonderful night!" he says with a wink, leaning over to scan the card and press the floor number.

He leans back out to the lobby, laughing at his own joke.

"We will!" You reply with a wink.

"Oh my god, you two..' Toshinori says sarcastically.

The elevator doors close and you turn towards him, leaning on the rail behind you.

He's tall, very skinny, which is surprising considering what he looks like in his hero form.

You don't care, he's attractive either way.

He's leaned on the other side. Staring at you with his brows furrowed.

"So, Have you ever been with a fangirl before?" You question him.

He looks at you, eyes wide.

"I mean, yeah I have but, none of them have ever been so," he breathes in sharply. readjusting his posture to stand up straight. "stunning, like you are."

You let out an airy chuckle. "Do you use that line on all the girls you get with?"

"No.'" His tone is strong and bold. "Just you."

You feel the heat rush into your face. You don't even care if he's lying, though something tells you he isn't.

You take a few quick steps forward and wrap your arms around his neck, you pull yourself in close to him, stopping only when youre chest to chest.

He's slightly bent over to get closer to you, his hands rest on your hips. You can feel his breath on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours.

"Promise?" You whisper, Looking into his face to study his reaction.

"Yes, I promise." He smiles slightly, eyes trained on your lips.

He wonders what your lip gloss would taste like.

You lean forward, closing the distance, quickly providing him with an answer to his question.

Cherry and cigarettes.

He didn't realize you smoked. He pushes harder into your mouth and you gasp at his sudden dominant move.

He uses this to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He hasn't done anything like this in so long he's afraid he might've forgotten how to.

You accept his advance, moaning a bit into him.

The elevator dings as the doors slowly open.

You both pull away, breathing heavy. A moment passes and you finally pull fully away, moving off the elevator.

He follows and then grabs your hand, leading you through the narrow hallway to his door.

"It's not much, but it's home." A dry chuckle leaves his mouth as he unlocks the door, pushing it open.

It was a decently sized apartment.

Very tidy and well kept.

You were surprised at how nice it was in all honesty.

He led you to his kitchen. A large island that doubles as a bar sat in the middle of it. He pulled a stool out and patted it, wanting you to sit down.

You did.

He walked around to a cabinet, pulling out two wine glasses.

He opened the cabinet door next to it and retrieved a bottle from the back of it.

He turned around setting everything down on the counter across from you.

"I've been saving this for a special occasion. I haven't needed it until now." He says with a small smile on his face.

"So I'm a "special occasion'?" you say, head resting in the palm of your hand, a sly smile on your face.

"Super special occasion." He corrects himself.

"Ah, I see." You say, voice slightly raspy from the alcohol and hours of talking you've done today.

He fishes a corkscrew out of a drawer in the island.

Opening the bottle he swiftly pours a hearty amount into each glass.

He hands you one and lifts his up towards you.

You take the hint and bring your glass to gently 'Clink' against his.

You both simultaneously lift the glasses to your lips and take a sip.

A shiver visibly runs down your spine. "Oou! that's a dry one!"

"Mhhm." he agrees, already taking another sip.

"Still nice though." You take a giant swig of your drink. Cringing slightly at the after taste.

"Woah! Calm down girl." He says.

"Sorry," a nervous chuckle follows the apology. "Im just really nervous. You're like, a lifelong dream come true."

He chokes a bit on his drink. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

"Don't feel pressured into any-"

You cut him off. "I want this."

He drops his head and a low chuckle escapes from him.

He looks back up at you, and you take a long slow sip from your glass, holding eye contact with him.

He looks away from you and takes in a deep breath to collect his composure.

He's definitely out of practice. That or you're just genuinely that pretty he can't help but feel like this is too good to be true.

"So where's your room at?" You quirk up a brow, scanning around his apartment.

"Here, I'll show you." He comes around the island, extending a hand out to you. You take it and slide off the stool.

Wobbling a bit you steady yourself on his arm.

"Oops!" you say.

He laughs, arm coming out to steady you.

You make it over to his room, and as he opens the door you immediately run over to his bed.

Jumping on it face first.

You huff in deeply.

"Smells just like you!" You flip over to look at him.

"Well I hope so. It is my bed after all."

He walks over clicking his bedside lamp on.

You had moved so you're sitting on your knees on the middle of his bed.

"So, about that question earlier.." you trail off, looking over his figure.

"What about it?" He responds, reaching up and slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He knows what you want, he just wants to hear you say it.

"Can we compare the sizes?"

He would continue pressing you, making you get more in depth but when he looks up at you he can't help but give in.

You're sightly leaned forward, hands pressing into his bed, back slightly arched, as you're leaned forward excitedly awaiting his answer.

Your eyes are wide and he can see the glint of curiosity and mischief behind them.

He can already feel the strain in his pants get tighter.

"Okay, but im out of practice so don't expect too much from me." A dry, throaty chuckle leaves his throat as he begins to fumble with his belt buckle. After a moment his pants drop to the floor. Then his boxers.

Its fairly big as is.

"Wow.." you say under your breath.

"Okay and now," A loud whoosh, and some smoke fill the room. You cough a bit swatting the smoke out of your face, after a moment it clears. There he stands, in all his glory. You lean forward again, to study him up close.

"Holy fuck! That's actually insane!" You're in awe. If you thought he was big before then you were wrong. Now he's easily 2x's the size he was before.

"I guess I've never cared to look before!" His voice now booms through the room.

"No way that'd fit!" You say.

"Want to try?"

[alienssstufff]

me as the pokemiku my friends assigned for me on priv :] NORMAL-type boy who's also a girl with his three porygons