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#team battle buddies
asterouslyaesthetic · 4 months
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In my head, Ogerpon is an RPG protagonist with:
a "fantasy-forbidding" single mother who was the hero of her own story, during which Ogerpon was adopted, and refuses to let Ogerpon on the battlefield,
older siblings who nudge her towards her dreams, even if it means disobeying their mother, and younger siblings who offer battle experience via actual battles,
an absent father she's only ever met like three times, but whose presence is felt in how her mother's treatment of her is informed by his absence, who left mostly because he got mind-controlled by the big bad, and
a nemesis who was responsible for the death of her first family and the separation of her second family, whom she ends up fighting with the power of love and family and The Cudgel
And this is what keeps Toxic Chain Kieran on the table for me
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arolesbianism · 6 months
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I recently decided to semi revive some of my crusty dusty splatoon ocs from when I was like 12, so here’s all of the goobers! Meet Cherry (she/her), Slosh (he/they), Egg (they/them), and Blast (she/they)
#keese draws#splatoon#splatoon oc#inkling#inkling oc#octoling#octoling oc#since they were from me being like 12 I. barely remember anything abt them.#I remember the most abt cherry and slosh but that basically amounts to their names and gender#the other two I only rember existing through vibes lol#anyways! I am never drawing splatoon weapons again! holy shit that fucking sucked!#on the bright side I got to mess around a bit with some hair style concepts I’ve been rotating in my head#also I’m still working on giving these guys an updated story but my basic idea is that they’re a professional tower control team that has#been facing some conflicts as of late due to them all getting old enough to start having aspirations outside of their team#cherry is from the domes but her parents left with her when she was around 10#blast went to the same school as her and the two became pretty close friends as selective mute buddies#then at some point cherry caught wind of this cool new sport called tower control and was like woahhh I wanna do that#so she just went up to the first person near the battle lobby she could find and was like hey how do I join?#and he got super excited since he has a reputation for being incapable of shutting up so someone willing coming up to him came as a shock#they showed her where to get weapons and how to join battles and the two became battle buddies real quick#this lead to blast getting super worried and anxious as she didn’t want to see her only friend get hurt or stolen from her#at which point cherry was like oh I know! why don’t you come battle with us?#and blast was like wait wait wait no what if I die and dont come back and then die again :[#they managed to come to a compromise for a while tho and eventually blast was able to just barely squish past her fear enough to start#being kind of interested in tower control as she had started watching the other two play#and while she was still anxious abt the idea eventually she sheepishly admitted she wanted to give it a try#and she ended up really liking it! so the three kept playing together#and eventually they started to feel more and more like an actual team and egg noticed#they had been scouting a team to join for a lil while now and after getting to play with the three quite a few times and getting on friendly#terms with them they were like hey what if we became like an actual team who do tournaments and stuff
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mazzystar24 · 5 months
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I have a confession to make girlies, I’m not fucking with the idea to keep the long hair/beard combo on Ryan for Eddie UNLESS it’s for a missing/presumed storyline where we see buck taking care of Chris and all the drama and trauma that ensues from everyone thinking Eddie is dead only for him to show up for xyz reason hence the long hair/beard
Like think kidnapping,or Hollywood amnesia, or coma but no identification vibes.
Yeah people hate when shows pull these storylines but I sometimes like a little temporary character death to see ultimate drama and emotions only for writers to go sike and you can’t really do that on non fantasy or supernatural themed shows without these silly little tropes
I got totally distracted when I was just gonna comment on my unpopular anti long hair and beard opinion but oh well
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windwakergamer · 2 years
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Well then.
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halorocks1214 · 2 years
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the way my friends and i screamed at each other to shut up and focus when the multiplier first appeared on screen lmao
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molabuddy · 1 year
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obsessed with this fucking thang omg?
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important news, i finally got a shiny lopunny for his team. i gave a detailed explanation ages ago but i'll do it again bc it's been a bit
lopunny: rabbit pet, but shiny bc pink and on brand
slakoth: well... that's simon. originally was also shiny bc pink but then i caught this one with perfect stats, so it was destiny
cherrim: its pokedex was so funny i had to JHDFJH. something something sun related. i love imagining it running around in circles but the second a cloud comes by it just collapses. that's a good pokemon to have with you i think
nidoking: there is no reason for his inclusion except for the fact that i caught this one with perfect stats immediately after the resistance fight in 2021... and then i caught another one with perfect stats on the anniversary in 2022 JHDJFH. affectionately named revolution 2 btw <3
swinub: hehe pig thing. ignore the name, that's just me naming it (it was one of mine before being thrown onto his team bc it's the only non-shiny one i have. also has perfect stats :P)
sunflora: that's just the staff of the rising sun
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ashenxrogue · 8 months
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staring intently at my tricolor offense teammate who brought a scoped charger
why would you do this
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hychlorions · 2 years
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i'm so glad i can have a pokemon au without being too into pokemon thanks to nick :) i can just be like "i just want incineroar mikeko and a rotom for klavier ok" and she'll go "say no more" and make the klapollo pokemon teams for me
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thecryptidwizard · 11 months
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part 2 of team doodles!!
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wall-e-gorl · 2 years
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Aw fuck
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ajdrawshq · 2 years
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been watching playthroughs of various pokemon romhacks n fangames and honestly the community went off with making pokemon w no viable usage have better movepools n stats n stuff
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2bloved · 2 years
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sometimes im funny
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kelpiemomma · 1 month
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I know I haven't done much with Khans team but after talking to Psi last night I came to the realization that
-khan has SHITTY eyesight. Absolutely terrible. Nearsighted as FUCK. The world is a blur. He longs for glasses with a prescription strong enough he can actually see clearly.
-he has a hisuian growlithe. He has Clifford the Big Red Growlithe. I keep fucking forgetting about his team. But he as a dog.
Ergo
-Clifford is Khans seeing eye growlithe
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skitzoprincepnw · 1 year
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4.7.23
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Daddy and me went on a date today and went on a bit of a shopping spree.. it was so much fun.. lots of Pokémon cards, stuffies, fidget toy and the best gift of all..
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Daddy says it's because I'm amazing and for all the hard work and accomplishing a few of my goals..
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My own light up wireless controller for my switch.. i am beyond the moon rn (waiting for it to charge up to give it a run tonight)
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Going on Fortnite later tonight
ID: Skitzoprincepnw
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Send an invite, let's make a crew..
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dashofghost · 2 months
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AFTER HOURS
or, Hotch being frustrated with the local police department is hot. mdni
"I'm busy," the sheriff snaps, burying his nose in another case file to avoid looking at Hotch. You purse your lips quietly, trying to decipher your almost illegible handwriting on the report.
"I can come back with a warrant."
Your head snaps up, report forgotten. Hotch's scowl is even more severe than normal, his arms crossed over his chest. The sheriff pushes his chair back, standing face to face with Hotch.
"Excuse me?" the sheriff snaps. The conversation is turning heads all over the precinct, a quiet hush seeping over the desks, but your eyes are glued on Hotch. He braces his hands on the sheriff's desk, and you almost swoon.
"You have deliberately concealed evidence to protect multiple unsubs throughout this entire investigation. All those people had to die for what reason, sheriff? So you could keep your drinking buddies? So you could keep living your twisted lies-"
"You son of bitch," the sheriff spits at Hotch. The entire precinct is silent now, all eyes on the argument. Hotch waits for a beat, two, before abruptly turning away.
"We're leaving," he orders shortly. It takes a second for the words to reach you in your daze, but you scrabble to pack up your papers.
"Hotch, what-" Derek starts, but stops when Hotch fixes him with a dark scowl.
"That's an order." Hotch snaps. Chills, actual chills run down your spine as you follow him out of the precinct, anger rolling off him in waves. You bite your lip, teeth digging into the delicate skin. Bitterly, you wish they were his.
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The ride back to the hotel is silent. The team splits up almost as soon as you get back, Hotch storming off to his room as soon as the car stops. You change into conformable clothes and wait for the inevitable knock on your door.
It comes just an hour later. You open the door to see Hotch, his tie loose and his hair mussed, coat jacket gone.
"Can I come in?" he asks quietly, just like he does every time. You smile and nod, and he walks in, closing the door behind him. He waits until the lock clicks.
Just as you pull him in by his button down, he's reaching for you. Your lips collide in clash of teeth, tongues dancing. It's the same battle for dominance like it is every time.
"You loved it," Hotch gasps between kisses, hands sliding up your sides, dragging the material of your (his) shirt with it. You drag your fingers through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and he groans, low and throaty.
"Yeah? You couldn't even wait an hour before coming here," you spit back, furiously working on the buttons of his shirt. You try to ignore the tremors in your hands as Hotch cups your breast in his hand, massaging slow circles on your nipple.
"Do you want be to boss you around, angel? Want me to tell you what to do?" he asks, and oh god, you didn't even realize your shirt was off. The wall is cool against your back when you collide with it, and you realize he's doing it again.
"I think I'd rather die," you snap, but it comes out breathy as one of Hotch's hands trails down your stomach, disappearing underneath the hem of your sweats.
"Yeah?" he asks in his stupid smug voice, his paw-like hands cupping your pussy. You grind down against him, almost unconsciously. His thumb starts to work lazy circles on your clit, and your eyes flutter shut. You bite back your moans, opening your eyes to glare at him hazily.
He only chuckles, slipping two of his fingers inside you. His thumb works at a cruel pace, and your fingernails dig into his arm, trying to keep yourself upright. Hotch's fingers arch once, twice, before rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you.
You can't help it: you moan, high and breathy in his ear and Hotch's head falls back, a groan escaping his throat.
"There we go, angel, there we go," he coos, and the world spins and you realize he's picked you up. He sets you down on the bed, his hands shaking as he pulls off sweats and underwear. Your legs are still shaking as he settles you in his lap, and your head spins when you realize he's still in his (open) button down and slacks.
"Aaron," you whine as he slides his fingers back into you, and he runs a soothing hand down your back as you grind down on them. As his fingers rub against your walls, you can only bury your head in his shoulder.
You gasp as his fingers rub against both your clit and g-spot, crying out. You writhe in his arms, hazy with pleasure, dragging your nails his back. Hotch is moaning freely, rutting up against you.
"It's so-" you gasp, clinging onto his shoulders, nails leaving marks, "Aaron, ugh, it's so good-"
"I know," he groans in response, "I know, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you, yeah?"
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"casual sex implies the existence of ranked competitive sex" this is the ranked competitive sex
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