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pokemon-cards-hourly · 1 month

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#pokemon #pokemon cards #tcg #mitsuhiro arita #dark weezing #team rocket returns #ex

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poke-lov · 4 months

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Koffing MEW 109 and Weezing MEW 110 by Shibuzoh. from Scarlet & Violet—151

#pokemon #pokemon tcg #pokemon cards #pokemon card game #pokemon sv #sv 151 #koffing #weezing #shibuzoh.#dark type #rare #common #pokemon scarlet and violet #MEW

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trainerjoshie · 10 months

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Pokémon TCG SWSH Darkness Ablaze, Champion’s Path & Chilling Reign illustrations by Miki Tanaka 👏🏼👏🏼

#pokémon #official art #card art #pokémon trading card game #tcg #pokémon sword and shield #darkness ablaze #champion’s path #chilling reign #pokemon #miki tanaka #weezing #galarian weezing #mareep #kakuna #parasect #lunatone #solrock

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ladyowltonspokemon · 2 years

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#galarian weezing #pokemon #pokemon cards #TCG #pokemon card #dark type #darkness type #miki tanaka #galarian #weezing

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mskittykat117 · 6 months

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#miroxons bullshit #Gregory #you see that small vent on the floor?#*WEEZE*#have you heard of the hit game among us Gregory #you’ll have to vent Gregory #*weezes into the dark ather*

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sugume · 3 months

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COMING HOME TO YOU w/Jujutsu Kaisen

More: Fem!Reader. Soft JJK boys have my heart. Toji is stern and suggestive ‘cus he can’t help himself. unedited.

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru & Toji Fushiguro

☾ NANAMI KENTO

Nanami lets out a long sigh as soon as he steps into your shared apartment. Today felt never-ending and he was glad to finally be back home. He just wanted to eat whatever leftovers you left for him and then dive head-first into your arms and never leave. After he hangs his suit jacket up, he walks into the kitchen and as predicted, when he opens the fridge he sees a plastic Tupperware with a small note that says ‘Hurry up and eat, I need my cuddles’ he smiles for what feels like the first time since he left you this morning–it probably was. As the note says, he quickly eats as much as he can stomach before cleaning up after himself and heading towards the bedroom. He thought of taking a quick shower before hopping in bed but the thought immediately leaves his mind when he see’s how comfortable and soft you look. Head on his side of the bed and comforter wrapped around your waist, you looked like an angel, specially made for him. Stripping down to his boxers he slowly crawls into bed, careful not to wake you. Once he’s settled it doesn't take long for you to subconsciously move yourself halfway on his chest. “Goodnight beautiful, I love you.” He whispers into the dark before planting a kiss on your forehead.

☾ GOJO SATORU

You look up from your phone, trying to catch a glimpse of white hair for what feels like the hundredth time. Where is he? He was supposed to be home by now and your start to worry that something went wrong. He hasn;t answered any of your texts either. You start to type out another text before you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your torso and a hard stomach press into your back. “Hi, Love.” He whispers in your ear. “Toru!” You jump in surprise, before turning around and throwing your arms around him. Satoru wraps his arms around your middle once again, squeezing you so hard you start to weeze. “Sorry I didn’t answer your texts, phone died and theri was an accident in the freeway” He whispers into you next before catching your lips. “Don’t worry ‘bout that Toru, ‘m just glad you made it home safely. Love you.” You mumble against his lips. He smiles. “I love you to pretty girl. You miss me today?” You peck him again before nodding. “So much.” “I missed you too.” He grins, walking the two of you backwards. “I know you did, you text me every hour ‘bout how much you miss me.” “Can’t blame be pretty girl, I want to be in your skin,” he leans down to kiss your nose, “Now what should we make for dinner, hm?”

☾ GETO SUGURU

Suguru felt as if world was punishing him, it had to be. After a week-long mission away from his favorite person, all he wanted was to come home and get some much-needed couple time. But the world must hate him because you weren’t there when he got home, matter of fact he doesn’t know where the hell you are. You haven’t answered your phone the entire time 20 minutes he’s been home. Just as he was about to call you for the ninth time, he heard the door unlock and a few seconds later he saw your figure emerge from the small corridor. “Sugu?” You jump back in surprise. “Where were you?” He shouts before flinching at the sound of his voice. He didnt mean to shout, he was just worried. “Down in the lobby, helpin’ some old lady bring a few packages upstairs” You frown. Suguru cusses inwardly before walking up to you and pulling you into his warm chest. “Didn’t mean to yell sweet girl, jus’ was worried ‘bout you, you werent answering my calls n’ I thought something bad happened. I’m sorry.” He rubs small circles into the small of your back. “S’okay and i didnt answer my phone because I left it in the apartment.” You explain, relaxing into your boyfriends chest. “I didn’t know you were coming home today?” You change the subject. Looking up at Suguru. He had dark eyebags underneath half clothed eyes. He looked like hell. “Me either, thought I’d was staying for atleast another week, but we got down earlier than expected.” He mumbles as he cups the side of your head. You stare up at him and smile. He leans down to catch your soft lips. “Missed you,” he whispers before capturing your tongue. “Missed you s’much, baby.”

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“Babe?” Toji shouts as he looks for you around the house. “m’ in here!” You yell back from the living room and Toji sighs in relief as his feet carry him to you. He’s been waiting all day to see you and almost drops to his knees when he sees you smiling up at him from the couch. “Hi baby, how was work?” You open the blanket you are under, inviting him in. He drops his entire body onto you. “Was okay, uneventful as always.” He playfully bites your next before leaving his head to kiss your pouty lips. “You miss me sweet thing?” “Missed you s’much I thought I was gonna come up there and beat your boss if he made you stay overtime again.” He laughs. “I was gonna kill him if he kept me there for another hour too.” He caresses your face before gripping your jaw. You blink up at him. “What did you spend your day doing lazy girl?” “Napped and scrolled on social media all day, as always.” “As always.” He micks before capturing your lips again. You moan when he starts grinding into you. “Missed that too.”

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jasonsknight3 · 26 days

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Unwanted help

AK jason Todd x sweet waitress reader

Warning: Contains violence, slight gore, aaaaaaand weapons (figured I needed to start putting warnings.)

Gotham had always been a dark place with even darker shadows. A sweetheart like yourself would be swallowed whole, or at least, you should have been. Lucky for you, you’ve only been subjected to unwanted catcalling and unauthorized touches. Most of it happens at your diner job. However, most of the women there waitressing had been there a long time and came to your rescue. Tell them off if you will because unfortunately you are the shiny new toy. Originally you came to Gotham for a college education, and to get away from home. To your dismay you had to drop out. Not because you were dumb or anything it’s just, well, you didn’t have the money. It just didn’t work out. Your life has come to be what it is now. Being stuck in a waitressing job. At least you made good tips and enough money to still live in your apartment.

After a harsh shift you were instructed to lock up the dinner. Which wasn’t supposed to be your job tonight. It required more effort than people would think. Make sure dishes were done, the place was clean, turn off lights, make sure chairs were put up, all the other micro things that added up. As soon as you locked that final glass door you hastily made your way to your bus stop. “No. No, no, no, no!” You cry as you see the bus just pull away from your stop. “Wait!” You shouted running even faster only for your desperation to be ignored. “No.” You weezed as you came to a stop, your hands resting on the top of your knees as you fought to catch your breath. Sitting up you looked around, nothing but an eerily quiet street, dim streetlights, and trash. This could easily become a dangerous situation for you. You weighed your options. Taxi was out of the question, you learned from others not to carry cash on you, you couldn’t go back to the dinner, it was closed and it’s not like anyone could help you there and you boss would tanya Hyde if he saw you sleeping in a booth the next morning, no one you knew was awake at this hour, that left only one option. Walking. Taking a breath you prepare yourself for the journey home clutching your purse close.

Cautious was an understatement of your behavior. Looking around Constantly, jumping at tray cats and trash that crinkled in the light wind of the night. About six minutes into your 15 minute walk an extremely alarming sound of someone crashing on the pavement around an alleyway corner. Shortly after the sound of pained groans followed. Your heart hammered in your chest, should you help? What if it was a trick for kidnapping? Should I just leave? You wandered to yourself. Against better judgment peeking around the alley corner you see a man who was crumpled over on the dirty pavement. The man started to get up on his hands and knees, slightly shaking with a groan. His voice sounded odd. Upon closer inspection you notice this man was wearing a red mask that had a slight glow to it, armor, an interesting jacket, and boots. Along with the gray and black suit was red. Blood. An alarmingly large amount of blood stained his gear. Out of instinct you approach him “sir, I’m here to help. I’ll call-“ a soft clicking sound took your attention to his raised hand that had a gun in it. A small gasp escaped your lips. “Get lost.” The man said the mask does not allow any clear emotion to be heard or recognized. Freezing in place you take a breath and continue to talk to him. “You're hurt, bleeding. I’d hate to leave you like this.” You reasoned. “I don’t need nor want your help. Leave the ambulance out of it too.” An odd request but you didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. “Please, you’ll die if I don’t get you help somehow?” You argued. “Very unlikely.” He was certainly stubborn. “Well…” you thought for a moment. “At least let me take you somewhere safe so you can patch up.” The man didn’t reply this time but he lowered the gun and then put it in its holster.

Sticking your hand out to him you hoped to encourage him further to accept help. He looked at it for a moment before getting up himself with a small growl. His legs wobble a little, automatically you rush to his aid tryi go to ease his strain. In a split second she shoved you off hard enough you slammed to the brick wall. You couldn't help but cough and wheeze. Singly he knocked the wind out of you. You honestly would have fallen flat on your back had the wall not been there. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled falling in one knee from the entertainment it took to push you that hard. Still leaning on the wall you catch your breath and push through the itching pain you felt on your back from hitting the rough brick wall. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I promise.” You explained quietly. He mumbled something as he got back up and started to walk out of the alley. “Lead the way.” He demanded. Cautiously you walk up to him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Glancing at him you ask. “Is it alright if I give you a hand? Just to make sure you don’t fall.” A moment of silence passed before he sighed and lifted his arm which you went under and had it around your shoulder and started taking him to your home.

A fifteen minute walk turned into a longer one but when you made it to your apartment and got inside you sat him down on the couch. “Go get a med kit if you have it.” He wasn’t very nice to be honest . No manners or since of please and thank you. In your bathroom you searched all the cabinets and finally found the med kit. How would he use it, you didn’t have anything in there besides bandaids- Neosporin, Peroxide, and some burn cream that was in a little rectangular bag. Well at least it’s something you reasoned. When you were in the living room there he was, helmet off, top gear off, and his compression shirt off. Nothing but skin. Skin that had scars, some flat, some slightly rose above the rest of the skin, heck, some of them even looked like the shape of barbed wire. As if sensing your presents he looked at you. A fairly masculine face, hooded iceberg blue eyes, his face has major scars. One that crossed from his cheek over the bridge of his nose and up, two on his lips, and a big J on his left cheek. “Well…” he said expectantly. When you got closer you noticed in his hand he had a needle and thread already working on sewing himself up. Setting the box down on the couch next to him you step back and watch. With tactical precision he was patched up within minutes. “Got any pain meds?” His voice was a little gravely and tired. “Yea, I have some.” Again you moved from your spot and headed for your medicine cabinet. Searching through it you found it, some ibuprofen. Turning around you yelp as your eyes are met with the stranger standing dangerously close to you. As soon as he had your attention his hand reached out and held your chin tight as he yanked you close. Eyes wide you stare into his own. “Listen well. You keep this to yourself. You never saw me. You never saw my face. If I ever…catch wind that you spouted out you saw me, I will not hesitate to kill you. I promise I’ll make it slow.” His grip tightened just to emphasize his point. “Got it?” In your lack of responding, he nodded your head for you. “Is that a yes?” You managed a yes through your squished cheeks. “Good.” Taking the medicine he let go and headed to the living room. After a moment you follow suit. He was putting his shirt back on, along with his gear. “Wait- you should rest.” You protest, you hate the thought of him not making it home safe. “I can handle myself, lady.” With that he put on his jacket and helmet. Opening a window he looked at you “don’t forget, you snitch, I’ll find you.” His voice modulated. As quick as he came he was gone. In the silence you just stared at the window questioning everything. There was something different about him. As scary as he was part of you hoped he’d come back.

You brought him to your home, your safe space, a place he would start to visit often and just maybe call it his own.

Got motivated to do a quick sketch, had to hide the hands by cropping the photo…😭

@eva-sparda20

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natalieironside · 2 months

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"Secret Window, Secret Garden 2: The Revenge, by John Shooter" by Natalie Ironside

One morning Natalie H. Ironside awoke in her bed to discover she'd been transformed into a young Johnny Depp. "Dang," she said, shaking her head in consternation, "what a raw deal. This ain't what I need right now."

She'd only just begun to process this new development when there came a knock at the door. She opened it to discover an angry man who otherwise looked normal and unremarkable, holding a rolled-up typescript. He'd arrived in a car with Mississippi plates, which struck her as out of the ordinary because, as everyone knows, the state of Mississippi does not require front license plates. Being transformed into a young Johnny Depp overnight had not struck her as odd because, like a vagrant in a C.S. Lewis book, this was hardly her first rum do.

"You stole my story," the angry man said.

"Well, damn," Natalie replied, "that sucks if it's true. What makes you say that?"

They talked for a while, and it was clear the stranger meant well but had a fundamental misunderstanding of US copyright law. "I see what the problem is," Natalie said. "Come inside and we can have some like coffee or whatever and talk it out."

Disarmed, the stranger agreed. He handed her his typescript and said, "My manuscript--"

"Typescript," Natalie corrected. Then, contritely, she added, "Sorry. It just kinda bugs me when people refer to typescripts as manuscripts."

The stranger didn't know how to reply to that. "Just . . . just read it," he said.

After a cursory glance at the first page, she looked up in bemusement and said, "Well, I didn't write this at all. Stephen King did."

The man took back the typescript, muttering something about bringing the wrong paperwork and how he was gonna get in big trouble with the Weez for this one. Seeming at a loss for words without his intended prop, he said, "Listen, I, uh . . . I'm you. I'm like a manifestation of all the rage and resentment you keep bottled up."

"I, like, don't, though," she insisted. "I mean, I do, but not like that guy in the story did. Being open about the darker parts of our personalities is kind of a whole thing with me."

"Yeah, and that's why I'm here talking to you like this instead of going through all that rigamarole. What did you think of the story, anyways?"

"It's one of King's weaker works, if I'm being honest. It woulda made a great short story, but stretching it out into 5 hours just feels like a half-asseded sequel to The Dark Half. Plus DID and schizophrenia don't work anything like that--or, well, this--and that's always been a bit of a bent beam with the guy."

"Yeah," said the man. "Listen, can you just, like, write a story and put my name on it? I know you don't have to, but it would really mean a lot to me, and it'll get me out of your hair."

"Sure thing, man," she replied.

The end.

#ka like a wind

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Short story: Dream Warriors(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: the day y/n and her brother Jack were buried in the car by the Gravedigger still haunts her in many different ways. One night she wakes up screaming, her boyfriend Lance is there to comfort her.

A/n: this story won the poll I posted, I'm so excited it won. Sorry it's so short.

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Where am I...?

I blinked a couple of times and saw nothing but darkness, I squeezed my eyes shut and winced as specks of dirt fell on my face. My lungs burned at the lack of oxygen as tried to moved around, realizing were I was I started to panic.

Not again...

“no... No!” I pounded on the car window, remembering this all to well. The only difference was I was utterly alone in the darkness.

I pushed and pushed on all the windows trying to excape but nothing worked. I weezed as the doors of the car started to close in on me.

I pushed with all the strangth I had to stop it from closing in on me and crushing me. “let me out!” I sobbed and banged on the doors.

The sounds of metal and glass cracking filled my ears, it fell like every part of my body was being crushed. I kicked as hard as I could intill the door came off. Dirt came flooding in, invading all my sences. As the salty earth filled my throat I felt myself falling. I grabed and threw my hands around trying to stop it but nothing worked.

“oof” I groaned as my back hit a sheat of rusted metal. I coughed and heaved trying to relive my lung from all the dirt and sand. I grabbed at my chest and panted, when I took a breath a noticed the steam and pipes that surrounded me.

“help me!”

I quickly stood up at the familour shouting. “Jack!” I ran towards the sound of his voice only to get whipped back, hard enough to where I went flying right into a large stake in the wall.

Blood trickled down my chin as I looked at the blood covered piece of metal coming out of my chest. “h-help me” I croaked out.

Then It went black...

A bight light glared at me, the light remind me of the light fixture in the Lab. Temperance then came into view and picked up my face... My skull actually

“y/n, Baby wake up” Lance said shaking me.

I jolted awake in a sweating, out of breath haze. I coughed and tried regulated my breathing.

It felt like my heart was gonna burst into flames with how fast and hard it's beating. Like in my dream, my chest heaving hard, feeling like I still couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard I tried.

“Lance...” I croaked as hot tears filled my eyes, it clouded my vision. It felt so real, it felt like I was right back in that damn car. I couldn’t stop relaying the moment me and jack were buried in that car, reliving the molment I woke up in ICU and the only relief I felt was when I open my eyes and Lance was there. Just like this very moment.

“Hey its okay” he whispered and pulled me to his chest. I grabed on this shirt and sobbed into his chest, there was nothing stopping the tears now.

“I got you, your safe... I promise” he said running his fingers through my hair as he hugged me tighter. I held on to him for dear life, trying to regain what was and wasn't reality.

“I-i was-s in the car ag-gain... It felt so real” I said between sobbs. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he tried to sooth me.

“she's gone baby” he said referring to the Gravedigger, you could hear the anger in his voice. He hated her and it was like some dark secret we refused to mention. I never wanted to talk about that night and Lance never pushed the subject.

“I won't let anything hurt you” he whispered as he kissed my cheeks and forehead. I never felt so safe with someone, and when he said that I believed him without a doubt.

“I was dead...” I cried. “just another corpse on Temperance's table”

“Hey..” he said softly and placed his hand on my cheek, he lifted my face so our eyes met. “that's never gonna happen” he wiped away the falling tears as he rested his forehead on mine.

I leaned in pushing my lips to his. He moaned softly and shuts his eyes, kissing back deeply and softly. A kiss so full of love and tenderness. Lance pulls away softly and lays us both down on the bed. I layed on his chest, hanging on for dear life as his arms were secure around my body.

“I got you... I promise my Love” he said kissing the top of my head.

“I love you” is the last thing I remembered before drifting back into a deep slumber. The type of slumber were there are no cares, just because I was in his arms I knew I was safe.

#Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Lance Sweets one shots #Lance Sweets #Bones imagines #Bones x reader #Seeley Booth #Temperance Brennan #john francis daley #Lance Sweets Headcanons

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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A random Call of duty Pokémon crossover. (REDONE)

[Not too different from my original post, I just did a touch up on their teams and added a few characters.]

Ghost’s team would mostly be ghost and Dark types: In my original post he had a Mimikyu but it's been swapped out with Annihilape. He still has his Alolan Marowak, Houndoom, and Banette. Now regarding his Inteleon, I said she was his starter, Well now Inteleon was originally Simon's brother's Pokémon, Ghost keeps her in honor of his family's memory, and as for his Tyrantrum. He still trades Tyrantrum for Price’s Dragapult.

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Ghost’s team: Annihilape (M), Alolan Marowak (F), Houndoom (M), Banette (F), Inteleon(F), Dragapult(M)

[Side fact 1: Simon actually likes challenging Gyms on his off time, he has all the Galar badges and all the Unova badges, But he’s never bothered going after the champion’s title in either region as he found the idea too bothersome, that, and it would get in the way of his work with the 1-4-1.]

[Truth be told I'm fine with Soap's team so I didn't change up it much.]

Soap’s team: Boltund(F) a Hisuian Lilligant *It fell out of a rift*, Cursola (M), Alolan Sandslash(M), Shiny Flapple(F), Duraludon(M).

{I wasn't really sure about Gaz's original team, So I switched out Bewear, Gyarados and Rhydon.}

Gaz’s team would probably have: Lycanroc (night)(F) {his starter], Bronzong, Vikavolt(M), Garganacle(M), Dragonite(F), Swampert(M).

Roach’s team: Orbeetle (F), Pyukumuku(M), Escavalier(M), Dudunsparce(F), Galvantula(F), Flygon(M).

{I switched out Greninja for Galarian Weezing}

Price would probably have: Kangaskhan {his starter], Mabosstiff(M), Weezing(F) {Galar], Zoroark(M), Machamp(M), Dragapult(M). <(Formerly, he traded Dragapult for Ghost’s Tyrantrum(F).)

{Side fact 2: Taking Pokémon with them on missions is for the most part strictly prohibited, however. there are exceptions like with Boltund, Houndoom and Mabosstiff they can be used sniff out danger and track down targets, while Zoroark and Inteleon can camouflaged and disguise themselves so they can be fitted with listening devices and thus be used to spy on meetings with suspicious groups.]

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[Alejandro, Rodolfo, Valeria, Phillip and Laswell’s teams.]

Valeria's team: Scorvillain(M), Salazzle, Veluza(F), Kingambit{M), Gothitelle(F), Vespiquen.

Phillip's team: Ferrothorn(M), Sawk(F), Rampardos(M), Excadrill(M), Mandibuzz, Bouffalant(F).

Alejandro’s team: Lokix(M), Sigilyph(F), Armaldo(M), Clodsire(F), Drampa(M), Pawmot(M).

Rodolfo's team: Xatu(F), Orthworm(M), Archeops(M), Tatsugiri [Curly form](F), Rotom, Mr. Rime.(F)

Laswell’s team: Milotic(M), Garbodor(F), Tinkaton, Gallade, Alolan Ninetales(F), Indeedee {male]

{Side fact 3: Alejandro and Rudy use Mr. Rime and Drampa to distract and entertain any children that were involved in their raids, while they deal with the adults.] =======================

(My Watch dog/CoD OCs)

Orphan’s team: Rotom, Porygon-Z, Metagross, Toxicity(F) {low key form}. Klefki, Applin(M). (Ghost gave it to her.)

Smoke’s team: Rotom, Porygon2, Magnezone, Toxicroak(M), Lucario(F). Haxorus(M).

Cami’s team: Rotom, Lycanroc(M) (dusk), Grafaiai(F), Falinks, Noivern(M), Hatterne.

Iris’s team: Rockruff(F), Smoliv(M). Indeedee (Female) [is actually Cami's]

{Since Iris is only 6 yrs old she has limit to two Pokémon partners, Indeedee is her mom’s, Cami has her Indeedee watch over Iris when she and Smoke are busy.]

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{This was on my mind for a while, but before Ivy got amnesia became ‘Orphan’ her original call sign was ‘Cherry’ this was her original team.]

Cherry’s team: Tsareena(F), Meowstic (M), Decidueye(M), Altaria(M), Comfey(F), Volcarona(M).

{Side fact 4: Ghost is in current possession of Ivy’s old team, since he is her husband and was the only family she had, they were immediately transferred to into his custody upon her “death”. He later returns them to Orphan once her memory has fully recovered.]

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KorTac

König‘s team: Schatzi (F)[his Mimikyu], Pangoro(M), Corviknight(M), Spidops(M), Eelektross(F), Hydreigon(M).

[side fact 5: Schatzi The Mimikyu is König’s baby, she’s been with him since childhood, and wears an Eevee cloak instead of Pikachu, she doesn’t just have the Eevee cloak though, König bought and made her a whole line of Eeveelution and other cloaks for her to wear.]

Roze’s team: Meowstic (F}, Meowscarada(M), Oricorio(F), Greninja(M), Mismagius(F), Persian(M) {Aloan}

Darnell’s team: Throh(M), Incineroar(F), Octillery(M), Krookodile(M), Cyclizar(F), Passimian(M).

[Edit I redid Horangi’s team, cos I was very iffy about it.)

Horangi’s team: Talonflame(F), Mudsdale(M), Shiny Lurantis(M), Slowbro(F) [Galar], Baxcalibur(M), Luxray(F).

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ballonleastadiumofficial · 9 months

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What’s yer opinion on poison types? Ya know, as a Fairy specialist?

-@rockstar-roxie

Oh, as both a psychic and fairy trainer I've found them abhorrent. They represent everything I don't enjoy in a pokemon- not a one of them isn't either putrid smelling, slimy, or inexplicably aggressive. I had an unpleasant encounter with a Stunky during my gym challenge... it's an experience I'd rather not repeat. Poison type pokemon and I certainly don't see eye to eye.

...Well, that's not entirely true. I suppose I don't mind Weezing (the kind we have in Galar, not those awful Kantonian ones) and I do admire the grace and efficiency of Roserade.

Anyway, for good measure, let's get straight just which types I'm not fond of- bug, dark, poison, steel, dragon, and ground types have never endeared me

#and if you think you saw the stunky incident #no you didnt #pokemon #pokemon irl #pokemon swsh #stunky #weezing #roserade #rotomblr #rotumblr

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pokemon-cards-hourly · 1 year

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#pokemon #pokemon cards #tcg #mitsuhiro arita #dark weezing #team rocket returns #ex

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cinnamonwords · 2 years

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Boss bends Busty Secretary over Copy-machine

Pairing(s) James Potter x Female!Reader

Warnings RAPE/NON-CON, dark themes, loss of virginity, p in v, public sex, cheating, bondage, rough sex, slapping, no condom, creampie, non-con breading, mention of pregnancy, swearing. let me know if I missed anything please!

Read at your own risk!

Working at Prongs & Padfoot Law Firm was truly a dream come true. After graduating law school and receiving no job invitations you were devastated but your friends had cheered you up and convinced you to apply anyway. A few weeks later you received a call back from one of the best law firms in England, there was one problem though, the position was for a secretary not a lawyer. After another round of depression your friends convinced you that any job at a law firm was better than no job at a law firm and being a secretary could help you gain experience.

You had been working at the law firm for 3 months now and things were coming along nicely. Your boss, Sirius Black, was fair and considerate. He was an amazing lawyer who cared deeply for the victims and worked hard to make perpetrators pay. Your coworkers were all hardworking and dedicated and helped you out with any questions you may have.

Today the office was buzzing with nerves. James Potter, the other boss, was arriving back to the office after going on his honeymoon with his beautiful wife, Lily. James Potter was a legend in the courtroom. He could pry secrets out of a corpse with his wit and charm. You had admired him for so long and he was the reason you had chosen to study law in the first place. You just hoped nothing embarrassing happened.

You were alone in the copy room making copies of yesterday’s meeting notes to give to Mr. Black when the door to the copy room slammed open and the shut. You jumped in surprise as you turned to look at the door. Panting, with his back pressed against the door was a man you’d recognize anywhere, James Potter. His eyes were closed as he caught his breath, his dark curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his whole body moved as his lungs weezed tiredly.

“Mr. Potter? Are you alright?” You asked, taking a hesitant step towards him, he looked ready to pass out which was odd considering how athletic he was.

James Potter’s eyes snapped open at your voice. He immediately straightened himself out, “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here. I just needed a moment.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Mr. Black’s new secretary.” You smiled up at him happily. He was just as great as you imagined, much more handsome than his pictures too.

James tried so hard to listen he really did, but his body felt like a sauna. He had just gotten back from a three month fuck-fest in Bora Bora were he had not cum once. Sweet Lily tried everything. She let him fuck her cunt, asshole, mouth, tits, they had sex outside, inside, in the pool, in the ocean, she even slid underneath the table during dinner and sucked his cock like a porn star, nothing worked. Their sex life before marriage was amazing and full of cum but now James couldn’t cum no matter how much they tried.

“Mr. Potter? Are you sure you’re okay? You look really red.” Your soothing voice engulfed James’ senses. You were peering up at him with wide worried eyes and you were so beautiful. Your lips were red and James wondered if you tasted like cherries or strawberries. Your outfit was modest, with a pencil skirt that fell to your knees and a blouse buttoned all the way to the top, fit with a tie and everything. You were perfect, James needed to have you.

He pushed himself forward, grasping your shoulders roughly and pressing his mouth hungrily against yours. You were caught off guard and had no time to fight as James manhandled you on top of the copy machine with your back pressed painfully against the surface. His lips continued their assault on yours as you desperately tried to twist your mouth away from his. James pulled away from you with squelch sound.

“Mr. Potter! Please! What are you doing?!” You were incredibly confused and shocked about the events occurring.

James answered you with a harsh slap across your face, you cried out in pain and he slapped you again. He untied your tie and wrapped it around your mouth, creating a makeshift gag. He then took his own tie off and quickly tied your wrists together. You looked so pretty with mascara running down your face and body twisting trying to find an escape, James was going to have so much fun with you, he would not stop until he came.

James made quick work of unbuttoning your blouse and lifting up your bra. Your boobs were so soft and big, your nipples instantly perked up at the cold office environment. James grasped them and groped them the way Lily liked, rolling your hard nipples in between his fingers. You soft mewls were muffled but James could tell you liked it by the way your thighs rubbed together.

James continued exploring your body with his hands, dragging them downward, past your thighs until he reached the end of your skirt. He pushed your skirt up until all the fabric was bunched at your waist. You shook your head desperately, muffled ‘no’s’ and sobs leaving your lips. James payed no mind to you as he forced you legs apart and pulled your underwear down your legs. There would be time for teasing and eating you out later right now James needed to be inside you.

James ran a thick finger down your pussy, rubbing your engorged clitoris and teasing the entrance to your vagina. You were so wet James was certain he didn’t even need to prep you, but he was larger than average so he decided it was best to do it anyways. James teased your entrance a bit more before gently pushing his middle finger into your hole. Before he could get far he was stopped by a barrier he only felt once before. You were a virgin, your hymen was still in place. Fuck prep James needed to be inside you now.

“Fuck. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin, sweet thing. Fuck I can’t wait to feel you.”

You wept silently as James quickly unbuttoned his trousers and brought his cock out. You nearly fainted at the sight. He was big, bigger than you had ever seen on porn or in your imagination. You whimpered at the thought that that thing would be inside of you.

“Don’t be scared, love, I’ll be gentle.”

James was anything but gentle as he pushed his cock inside of you mercilessly. He continued pushing even when your walls tried to push him out and your pained sobs grew louder. James could not register anything except the feeling of his cock entering your body. You were tighter than any woman he had ever been inside (and it was quite a few). James was balls deep inside of you when he felt it. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix and his balls convulsed painfully as he let go of 3 months worth of semen and sperm into your uterus.

“Fuck, I knew you were the one.” James groaned as he rode out his orgasm and rubbed your clit as a reward.

Once his orgasm died down James began to thrust into you, he was gentle but he picked up the pace as you began to move your hips to his rhythm.

“See, baby, I knew you would enjoy this. Good girl, that’s it, move your hips just like that.” Your mind was blank as pleasure overwhelmed your entire being. James’ cock stretched you deliciously. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was like nothing you had ever felt before. The pain and fear was long forgotten.

James was in heaven. After the ordeal with Lily he thought he would never find pleasure in sex again but just one thrust into your virgin cunt had him cumming and drooling at the mouth. James bent his body over yours to look you in the eye. He unwrapped the makeshift gag and kissed you passionately. From this moment forward, you were his.

“Cum for me, my love.” James held on to you as the head of his cock pushed against your cervix and once again filled your uterus with his sperm. Your legs shook and your back arched as you felt a powerful orgasm run across your body.

You and James laid there, trying to catch your breath and process what had just happened. After a while James lifted his body off of yours and carefully took his cock out of your body. You whimpered at the empty feeling and James gently shushed you with a kiss. Using his index and middle finger he softly fingered runaway cum back into your overstimulated vagina. It wasn’t James’ intention to baby trap you but he prayed to any god listening that you weren’t on birth control.

#cw rape #cw noncon #james potter smut #virgin!reader #marauders smut #power imbalance #bebepb #bebensfw

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kate66s · 1 month

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New fused pokemon

Nessonrer

The Soaring Neon Pokemon

Typing is mono Electric type, with the ability Levitate. The name is a combo of Neon and Essorer which is old French for soar. Now the reason why this pokemon is French (or should I say Kalosian) is because of some new lore I have accidentally made for the origins of Team Pastiche and it all came from a dream, a very, very, dark dream.

Kalos is at war with someone, not sure who but they seem very willing to kill pokemon,not faint, K I L L.

The opposing army as a way to depleat Kalos's resources creates heavily fortified dams and watch towers. Preventing anyone from getting into Kalos or get out of Kalos, sending constant bombardments to force the Kalosian army into the Catacombs of luminos city, hide in bunkers in the more rural areas of Kalos or take their chances in the wild dangerous wilderness of the mountains. With these bombardments it made transporting supplies and resources to the people and army created a scarcity of food especially for pokemon. This was part of the enemy army's plan, to create a strain on kalos's supplies and make their pokemon start to go hungry. This would either lead to pokemon to retaliate against their trainers or abandon their trainers in order to search for food. This desperation would lead pokemon to be left open to being killed by the enemies attacks and create more problems with supply movement. This description would lead pokemon trying to get past the dams and watchposts where the enemy would have been waiting to gun down any pokemon they see, digging won't work either cuz the dams and watch towers were built with seismic wave detectors to sense movement within the earth aka people or pokemon trying to escape or get in by digging. By using a combination of Koffing and Weezing smoke, Vileplume toxic pollen, Grimer and Muk fumes, Dustox dust, venomoth powder, stunky and Skunktank gas, foongus and Amonguss spors and Revavroom exhaust they created a highly poisonous gas that would either kill a pokemon or cause the pokemon to faint and be unavailable to move long enough to starve to death while any human would die from the poisonous compound. Now here is where the already dark story gets darker. The enemy army would take the dead remains or the extremely exhausted and or injured pokemon into the fortified dams turn out to be the enemies bases. This would be the reason behind how the dams would have constant surveillance and firepower to take care of opposing people and pokemon along with have supplies for themselves. Now what did they do with the dead bodies or the nearly dead pokemon? They would use their bodies to either create weapons that could kill pokemon more effectively or to create new pokemon....fused pokemon. Yes the enemy Kalos had been fighting would be the origins of Team Pastiche. Thankfully one day one of the Dam Bases got hit by a huge counter attack that caused the dame to collapse and break....this caused a flood to happen and Kalos's key to success washed up to their feet.....Fused pokemon......pokemon they had never seen before. Pokemon that neither side fully understood the possibilities and capabilities of. Capabilities yet to be seen by any trainer

Tune in next time for the ground breaking revaluation of Kalos's fusion freedom

#pokemon #my art #fusion pokemon #pokemon fusion #TeamPastiche #Team Pastiche #team pastiche #pokémon fusion #fusion #pokefusion #pokémon #pokémon fusions #fusion pokémon #Dark lore #some really dark shit #it came to me in a dream #a very fucked up dream

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supermitskifan1234 · 8 months

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Urge to combine autistic interests ENGAGE! :3

Pokémon Teams of The Entities;

The Buried

Jellicent (Water/Ghost)

Crustle (Bug/Rock)

Excadrill (Steel/Ground)

Weezing (Poison)

Cofagrigus (Ghost)

Stakataka (Rock/Steel)

The Corruption

Garbodor (Poison)

Shiinotic (Grass/Fairy)

Muk (Poison)

Parasect (Bug/Grass)

Orthworm (Steel)

Buzzwole (Bug/Fighting)

The Dark

Lunatone (Rock/Psychic)

Gengar (Ghost/Poison)

Minior (Rock/Flying)

Lycanroc Midnight (Rock)

Dusknoir (Ghost)

Marshadow (Ghost/Fighting)

The Desolation

Coalossal (Rock/Fire)

Turtonator (Fire/Dragon)

Houndoom (Fire/Dark)

Magcargo (Rock/Fire)

Chandelure (Ghost/Fire)

Primal Groudon (Ground/Fire)

The End

Kabutops (Rock/Water)

Spiritomb (Dark/Ghost)

Trevenant (Ghost/Grass)

Mandibuzz (Dark/Flying)

Shedinja (Bug/Ghost)

Yveltal (Dark/Flying)

The Eye

Xatu (Psychic/Flying)

Unown (Psychic)

Claydol (Psychic/Ground)

Absol (Dark)

Espeon (Psychic)

Jirachi (Steel/Psychic)

The Flesh

Barreskewda (Water)

Mawile (Steel/Fairy)

Emboar (Fire/Fighting)

Lickilicky (Normal)

Conkeldurr (Fighting)

Buzzwole (Dark/Dragon)

The Hunt

Seviper (Poison)

Zangoose (Normal)

Lucario (Fighting/Steel)

Luxray (Electric)

Crobat (Poison/Flying)

Nihilego (Rock/Poison)

The Lonely

Froslass (Ghost/Ice)

Bewear (Normal/Fighting)

Mimikyu (Ghost/Fairy)

Marowak (Ground)

Dhelmise (Grass/Ghost)

Kyurem (Dragon/Ice)

The Slaughter

Octillery (Water)

Aegislash (Ghost/Steel)

Electrode (Electric)

Clawitzer (Water)

Annihilape (Ghost/Fighting)

Necrozma (Psychic)

The Spiral

Kecleon (Normal)

Spinda (Normal)

Hypno (Psychic)

Musharna (Psychic)

Malamar (Psychic/Dark)

Hoopa (Psychic/Ghost)

The Stranger

Ditto (Normal)

Zoroark (Dark)

Mr. Mime (Psychic/Fairy)

Primarina (Water/Psychic)

Hariyama (Fighting)

Blacephalon (Fire/Ghost)

The Vast

Wailord (Water)

Drifblim (Ghost/Flying)

Beheeyem (Psychic)

Sigilyph (Psychic/Flying)

Altaria (Dragon/Flying)

Regieleki (Electric)

The Web

Ariados (Poison/Bug)

Galvantula (Electric/Bug)

Araquanid (Water/Bug)

Porygon-Z (Normal)

Spidops (Bug)

Mega Banette (Ghost)

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61a7ax22 · 3 months

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Ghosts of the past

Content: death, grieving leon, mentions of vomit, gross misuse of the word "crying" and the word's synonyms, ghost dreams, Leon failed to save Ashley AU, Leon and Ashley being friends beforehand AU

(This is the first installment in this AU, please feel free to give me criticism as I do not write a lot of fanfics.)

Leon's hands trembled as through blurry eyes, he watched the backend veins in his hands pulse.

He looked to Ashley, or what had remained of her, he felt the bile come forth from his stomach full of raw fish and eggs depositing onto the chicken shit covered ground. He had been so close. So, so close to saving her. He had failed he had failed he had failed he had failed her, he had failed his country and he had failed himself.

The coughing and weezing that had happened shortly after the vomiting episode that looking at his slaughtered friend had endused made his lungs burn. A choppy sob moistened his dehydrated dirty face, and he clutched his side in anguish and moved to her corpse, cradling her head. Her eyes once so lively, now opened in rigamortis.

How long had he been out? How long had she been alive begging for him to wake up with her last breaths? Was she even able to call for him? Her cooled blood stained his clothing, mixed with his hot tears and he clutched onto her with all of him.

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The rescue was hardly so. A half dead man desperately clinging to the remains of a dead woman was a hard sight for the helicopter operators to see. Any moment of trying to get him to let go of her remains was met with an almost animalistic protection of the corpse. Sobs broke through the pilot's headphones almost every moment of ride back home, and when they finally got 'home,' the corpse was separated from his arms did Leon finally quiet. His body shook softly.

They'd known each other for roughly a year before her kidnapping. He had blamed himself, a night off he had taken to celebrate a promotion. Maybe that's why he got so lost in killing everyone of those bastards that even made her yelp with fear. Maybe if he hadn't - Maybe if he had been more level-headed, separated his relationship from the rescue, she would still be alive.

The questions were the worst part, having to tell so many people who looked up to him as an example of how he had failed so horribly to protect her. He had to look at her body again to explain every cut and bruise he could recall. They wouldn't stop asking questions even when his sobs clouded his words. To look her father in his eyes as he had to explain why his daughter had died. The hurt of the hug that had happened afterward. Feeling the fingers of a broken father clutch the back of his finest suit in agony as he had tried desperately not to acuse the man his daughter once called her best friend of being the reason she was dead.

The sleepless nights clouded his head as if he were actually dreaming of being awake. The dark bags under his eyes and the alcohol bottles that contained a liquid almost to the same color of his yellowing used-to-be white shirt. It's then when he first saw her in his beer endused nap, the first one in weeks he had claimed to himself.

Her blurry face focusing into the woman she was, wearing that damn coat he had lost that fucking damned day. He ran to her stopping inches to her face as he didn't want to hug her, to grasp onto her just for her to be gone. He cried silently looking at her face.

"Leon." Her calling of his name was short and simple her arms opened as she enclosed the distance between them as a fuzzy hug warmed what had been cold since her death.

"Ashley." He sobbed as his arms grabbed onto her. It felt real- too real. His body shook as the feeling of remorse, regret and udder despair had washed away from him for just a moment.

"Leon." This time his name was whispered before letting go of the hug, he had harder bared it and tried to cling onto the remains but failed. "I-ive been trying to-" Her face went blurry again and when it had focused she looked worried for a moment and grabbed onto his hand as if they were as a shopping mall again, as he was about to buy her a treat.

"I've been trying to tell you. It's okay- it's not your fault you had-" her voice had become fuzzy this time. He couldn't make out the rest of her words but she smiled at him with wet eyes when her static was finished being spoken.

Maybe it was that pang he had felt realizing how much he had missed that smile. His hand entertwined with hers, almost knowing this was a goodbye.

"I'll see you again." Then first clear words in a while had come from her mouth, and leon buried himself in them as his warm dream had broken from himself. He woke up to that damnned room and was crying, his hands wrapped around air. He grasped at his own hands and covered his face.

He took his first shower in a while. The grime leaveing his body with every pelt of those artificial raindrops from the shower head. When he stepped out of the shower, he looked to the fuzzy mirror and held back the urge to punch it.

"I'm gonna see you again." He mumbled to himself as he swallowed the urge.

"I promise."

#resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #ashley graham resident evil #61a7ax22ghostofthepastau #leon kennedy fanfic #ashley graham fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #angst #ghosts dreams for plot devices #im not very good at writing and apologize in advance

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