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pastxlscorp · 2 years

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Pokemon Drabbles

Drabble I: Penchant

✿ Word Count: 859

✿ Pairing: N x Hilda (Pokemon)

✿ Topics covered: (Perceived) Enemies to lovers trope, Alternated POVS, Fluff

Scenario #1: “Hilda shines the brightest when she’s battling” – N

He can’t remember the first time he noticed that. Now, of course, it’s nothing new. He’s used to noticing the way her eyes gleam, her hair swishes from her eager mannerisms, the way her fists grip to the point where her nails leave an imprint on her skin, the way her arms cut through the air as she guides her pokemon to follow her lead. The first time he ever formally met her was in Accumula Town, challenging her. He justified the battle because she was an outspoken activist against Team Plasma, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t seen her before. Being isolated from humanity for so long, it was only natural for him to find piqued interest in the two trainers brave enough to stand against the team he pledged allegiance too. Hilbert, he was strong, his charisma unmatched , but Hilda… what attracted him to her could not be put in words. Her smile– It was so gleefully wide, even after battling him she smiled at him, as if she was able to sense how he was a victim of his environment. Reading through all of his traumas through his cloudy turquoise eyes seemed to be a special talent of hers. He had watched the two of them on their journey prior to Accumula town. He knows it was after word had spread of them throughout his team, two trainers threatening the ultimate goal of Team Plasma– of him. Yet, even angry as he was for the confinement of Pokemon in what he used to consider prisons, he found himself holding back. He didn’t want to harm her or her Pokemon truly, but scare them away.

A face as beautiful as hers would have been put to waste if it was only seen as she destroyed his truths and ideals.

He remembers one instance in particular, Hilda running in after chasing Team Plasma grunts. He stops her, leaning in, allowing his cologne to waft over her. A part of him was doing it to distract her so his grunts would be able to escape, another part hoping he’d successfully seduced her. Instead, she looks up at him, big eyes largening even further, waiting for him to say something. He holds in a sigh as he says, “You’re looking for Team Plasma, right? They went into the amusement park. Come with me.” He escorts her to the location he saw his grunts, or claimed to, and turned back to her, saying they were no longer there. He used it as an excuse to get in the Ferris Wheel with her, claiming the high ground would help them find the members who ran. She agrees, softly smiling as he rambled about how he loved the mechanics of Ferris Wheels, painting the innocent picture that was enough to convince her to get on. They get on the ride, both eagerly gazing out of the window. He had never noticed before, but her eyes, a beautiful shade of dark blue, were not cloudy like his were. She had light in her eyes, it reflected so elegantly that he was certain she had to be an angel from above, sent to help him achieve his plans. He chuckled to himself, wishing that really was the case so he could justify his infatuation with the outlander who challenged his authority. She looks over, giggling, assuming he was laughing because of the look on her face, or perhaps because of how happy he was to be on the Ferris Wheel. Oh, he told her he loved it so much, he was a nerd– she could tell. His intricate analysis of the ph–

┃ “I am the King of Team Plasma.”

She whips her head to him, beginning to back to the edge of the cart, hesitantly hovering her hand over her bag. His heart can’t help but twitch when he sees this unfold, but he persists. He tells her about how he was recruited by Ghetsis and his own philosophies and beliefs about the world filled of pocket monsters they live in. He gets closer, never uttering a word about her readiness to defend herself, but instead softly grips her hand as she flinches. A silent promise he would not harm her, and would never dare do so, even as she stood in his way. Her hand relaxes, her fingers lacing around his larger ones, taking a deep breath in and a deep one out. They exit off the ride once the cycle is done, only to be confronted by the grunts who were searching for their “sire.” He whispers to her, uttering about how she was under his protection for a reason that just doesn’t click within her just yet, but she knows she trusts him when he asks

┃ “Do you follow my logic?”

She nods. The battle begins and this time, she notices a slight smile on his face, despite his obvious strain in doing so to protect his true intentions from his grunts.

He remembers eagerly awaiting the next time she would put her faith in him against all odds.

✿ a.n. // any non-related Tokyo Revengers posts do very poorly on here, so I’m hoping if I post more non-related content I’ll attract a more complex following. I hope someone is enjoying my work on here :)

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foolsfrogg · 4 months

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Hilda and Frida sitting in a tree—

(sorry for not posting in so long, I wanted my next post to be something important or interesting but I couldn’t get myself to forge anything really significant at the moment and if I waited any longer I might’ve just never mustered up the will to post, sooo… frilda!)

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theserpentsnight · 1 year

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I finally got around to sketching the met gala couple 🥰🎡

#pokemon #pokemon black and white #n pokemon #natural harmonia gropius #hilda pokemon #touko pokemon #pokemon fanart #ferriswheelshipping #pokemon FWS #n x touko #n x white #n x hilda #ken’s art

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stvolanis · 6 months

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ꕥ𝐉𝐂s 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓ꕥ

“ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ᵢₛ yₒᵤᵣₛ”

MASTERLIST

ABOUT ME

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✎Metallica (James, Kirk)

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✎ My Hero Academia (Aaizawa, Toga, Dabi, Hawks, Shigiraki, Bakugo, Endeavor)

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✎ Outer Banks ( JJ, John B, Pope, Rafe, Barry, Ward, Sarah, Kiara, Cleo)

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✎ degradation, hybrid OC/reader, praise, spitting, heavy cnc, power play, age gap, sir/daddy/mommy kinks, threesomes, gang bangs, voyeurism, step-cest, pet play, power play, size kink, slapping, breath play, gun play, knife play, blood kinks, dom/sub/switch, role-play, kidnapping, oral (m & f receiving), somnophilia, etc. just ask!!

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✎necro, ddlg, age play, anything to do with urine or feces, incest, feederism, pedophilia, rape, under the influence sex, raceplay, beastiality, basically no weird ass shit!

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stormy-blossom · 3 months

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Not PLA centered but I have some of them on here so- Happy 2nd anniversary to one of my favorite games Pokémon Legends Arceus! So many of the characters in that game quickly became favorites (Especially Volo-)

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clementine-thedestroyer · 5 months

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Creep - Nisse!Soap x reader

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, nsfw, very creepy Johnny. Stalking, toxic behavior, Johnny watching reader without their knowledge or consent. Mastrubation, possessiveness. As a long time supporter of the Creep!Soap agenda, I have decided to put my own spin on the idea.

Nisse: House spirits who live in a realm of interconnected pocket dimensions, known as nowhere-space, made up from the unused and inaccessible space within houses. From the space between furniture and the wall to the depths under the bed, it’s all part of their hidden worlds. But it’s not just the forgotten spaces, it’s the forgotten belongings of the home owners. From old socks missing their matches to entire pieces of furniture if they’re ignored long enough- if a nisse finds something the unwanted by the homeowner, it’s already theirs.

Nisse!Johnny, whose presence you’re completely oblivious too- but who is anything but oblivious to yours.

He’s watching you, constantly. Always just watching you as you go about your mornings and evenings. He's watching everything: from how you make your coffee to how you only shake your hips and dance to your music when you think you're alone.

In the shower, while you sleep, as you get dressed- he’s always watching. Usually from the safety of nowhere-space, but occasionally he’ll get bold enough to get up close to you as you sleep- anything to get a good view of your beautiful, vulnerable sleeping face.

And oh, how he loved it. How he loved you. How he loved just being around you. In your presence, even without any interaction. Just watching, listening, fantasizing- and your perfect cluelessness to the whole thing just made it better.

Was it creepy? Sick? Wrong? Maybe, but that wasn’t going to stop him. It wasn’t going to stop him from watching you, and it certainly wasn’t going to stop him from taking your things. Especially not when taking your things was the only part that he is arguably supposed to be doing.

He’s a nisse! It’s his job to take your forgotten items off your hands for you! It was almost a favor, really. You should be grateful to him. At least in his opinion.

That ornament that one of your ex’s bought you a few Christmases ago before you two broke up? The one that you never even hang up, that makes you all sad and ruins your mood when you see it in the box? Yeah, that one. He’s really doing you a favor by making it… “get lost” one year.

Same thing with the phone number he found hastily scribbled onto a napkin in your purse. That guy wasn’t going to be good for you, he could just tell. It was best for him to just make it disappear, really.

And that pair of panties that somehow got nudged a bit too far under your bed? His. Absolutely his. His, the second they touched the ground.

Under the bed was textbook nisse territory. So it was your own fault, really.

And he was even nice enough to return them… eventually.

Only after holding them to his cock and jerking off all over the pretty fabric, of course. Imagining that- instead of fucking his fist and rubbing his cock against your stolen underwear- that he had you to hold down and bully his cock into- that he had you to squeeze and dig his fingers into- to pin you down by the hips as you squirmed and made your sweet, pretty little noises for him. All for him, even if you didn’t know it.

And one day, he would have that. But for now, he would have to make due with only the sick sense of satisfaction and possession that came with watching you unknowingly wearing the pair of cum-stained panties he had used to placate himself just the night before.

The way he sees it, this house and it’s nowhere-space was his territory. It belonged to him.

And by extension, so did the things inside it. Including you.

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jane-imes · 6 months

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A lovely commission by a lovely patron QAQ I love them so much I welcome any excuse to draw them XD

#ferriswheelshipping #n x touko #n x hilda #commission art #myart #my art

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frost-queen · 6 months

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Witches hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)

Requested by: anon ,Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: You are but a mortal friend of the Spellman's, working with Hilda in her shop as you become off interest to the Weird sisters and one wicked boy. They find it funny to scare you till it gets out of hand and you get hurt. Afraid and frightend you run to the Spellman's because you are too scared to be alone. Ambrose comforts you and considers to tell you magic is real and how he feels about you.

“Ambrose.” – you called out as he was blocking your way in the small row between shelves. He chuckled leaning with his arm on top of the shelves. – “I’m just standing here.” – he answered smiley. – “Yes in my way.” – you laughed out picking a book from the few books you were carrying. With a small novel you hit Ambrose against his shoulder. It startled him making him flinch. – “You know how much your aunt hates you slouching against her books.” – you said teasingly. Ambrose smiled sheepishly, rubbing his arm as you moved past him. You went to the next row to set the books you were carrying away. Noticing Ambrose had followed you. – “Shouldn’t you be at home helping your aunt Zelda?” – you questioned.

Ambrose pulled his shoulders up. – “Maybe?” – he replied mischievous. – “Wait till your aunt Hilda sees you here.” – you joked out. – “Alright, alright you sure can pester one way.” – Ambrose answered bothered as it made you laugh loud. – “Now go.” – you said slapping another book playfully at him. Ambrose moved his hands up, backing out of the row. – “Go.” – you mouthed laughable to him, seeing him linger. Looking over your shoulder you looked to see if Hilda was coming out of the back door or not. Ambrose exited with a grand gesture making you laugh loud. You kept laughing till you heard Hilda’s footsteps. She had come out of the back area carrying a box.

“Was.. was that Ambrose?” – she questioned seeing the last of a shim disappear into the night. – “Sure not, Ambrose is at home as he is supposed to.” – you told her with a cheeky smile. Aunt Hilda quirked her eyebrow up but was gullible enough to believe you. – “I’m just going to set this box away and we can start locking up for tonight.” – Hilda spoke showing the box your way. You hummed loud in response. Hilda left as you continued to stock the few remaining books away in your hand. On top of a shelf laid pumpkin lights as you smiled upon them. You blinked confused seeing a pumpkin light flicker. It was so briefly you weren’t sure if it was a trick of the eye or true. The lights appearing normal now. Leaning in closer you stared at the pumpkin light.

From the corner of your eye, you saw another pumpkin light flicker. Turning your head you saw it flicker clear as day. More lights started to flicker making you be stunned at bit, not knowing what to do. Then the flickering stopped, all the lights turned off from itself. Curious and confused you leaned closer once more, pointing your finger out to tap the light. The moment your finger touched the light you saw a scarier face appear on the light. It had scared you so much you dropped the book in your hand, jumping back against the bookcase behind you.

“Everything alright Y/n?” – Hilda asked lifting her head up from across the shop near the window. Looking back at the lights, they were normal again. – “Yes… everything is alright.” – you answered to pick up the fallen book. You quickly put it away. Meeting up with Hilda, you said your goodbye’s. – “See you tomorrow Y/n.” – she spoke giving you a hug. – “Happy spooky season.” – you called back to her, waving your goodbyes, knowing how much Hilda loved the spooky season of October. Only a few days till it would Halloween.

A cold breeze would creep up on you once you were outside. Leaves dancing in circles on the ground carried by the wind’s orchestra. Looking up to the night sky you saw a crescent moon. You started walking home in the dark of night. The trees rustling as a breeze swept underneath your coat sending your scarf up. It caught you off guard making you turn a bit around as if someone had touched you without permission. Your eyes went slowly up seeing a figure stand at the end of the street. Lighted up by a streetlight. It came you the chills. A loud scream carried away by the wind made you cover up your ears and duck down. Looking back up the shadow was gone. Panting and frightened you turned around only to be met up with the shadow.

You screamed your lungs out, swaying your arms around and take a run for it. You started running for your life, wondering if you had seen too many scary movies last night with Sabrina, Theo, Harvie and Rosie. That must be it. Your mind was still thinking about the scary movies you had seen. A dog barked loud making you jump away, picking up more speed to hurry up home. Out of breath you reached your house, hurrying to get the keys. Panicking his much you dropped them.

Scrambling to get them, your hand shook as you tried to stick the key in the keyhole. With one last scream of feeling rushed, you opened the door jumping inside. Without looking back, you shut the door behind you. Locking it immediately. Switching on the lights you felt more at ease. You jumped out of your skin seeing three girls in your living room. One of them sitting down, the other two sitting each on a side. – “Well hello mortal.” – the one in the middle purred out while checking out her nails.

“Who are you?” – you asked loudly. – “What are you doing in my house!” – The girl that sat clicked her tongue swaying her finger to the side. – “We’re but friends mortal.” – she slowly got up. – “Shall we play a game?” – she asked not expecting an answer from you. – “This one is called.” – the redhead on her left said. – “Hide and scream.” – the black-haired girl on her right filled in. With the snap of a finger went the power off. You squealed loud at the sudden darkness. – “Now run!” – A loud whisper filled your ears coming from behind. Lightning stuck all of the sudden, lighting up the room. You screamed loud seeing that the girl’s faces had become horrifying. Almost demonic. You started running for your life up the stairs. Hearing their loud giggling and cackling surround you.

You ran into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. – “Oh mortal let us in.” – one of them spoke, knocking gently on your door. Covering your mouth to silence your breathing, you backed away. – “We only want to play.” – one of the other spoke. You backed up against your bed as it startled you. A sudden grip around your ankle made your eyes widen. Before you could utter a scream you got pulled at your ankle.

Falling flat forwards, your face smacking hard against the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a boy hide underneath your bed. His face half caught by a shadow. His wicked smile reflecting against the darkness. You screamed it out, kicking your feet at him. What is going on? You thought. Rushing up to your feet, you wanted to run for your door, remembering in the last second that those three girls were just outside.

The boy came crawling from under your bed. Your eyes stood wide with fright, pressed against the door. He started to rise his hands as fire light up from your flooring. Forming a circle around you. You screamed it out as he could only laugh. What kind of witchcraft was this? Your head was spinning trying to process the magic just happening in your room while trying to deal with the fear. – “Leave me alone!” – you called out to him. He pouted his lips. – “But we were just making fun.” – he slashed his hand down as it made your head turn with a gasp. Feeling a sting on your cheek.

With trembling hands you went to touch it. Fingers stained with blood when you looked at them. He had left a cut on your cheek. – “You’re the devil!” – you called out. – “Oh honey I assure you I’m not. I am merely a child of night.” – he answered with a grin. Not wanting stay here with him, you jumped over the fires to the back of your room. – “Oh we got a runner.” – The boy called out swiping his hand across. A force picking you up as you got flung out of the window. Glass shattering as you crashed through it. You fell onto the lower roof part of your porch, rolling over it to drop to the ground, landing in a bush.

Groaning loud you got up seeing the cuts all over your arms and legs. You got up, running for your life. Limping at bit from the fall as you didn’t want to be home alone anymore. The boy was watching you run from up your room. The three girls coming to stand beside him. – “Great you’ve chased her away.” – Dorcas said slapping his arm. Agatha sighed loud. – “Ambrose would be furious if he finds out we scared his little mortal friend.” – she spoke making Prudence roll her eyes.

“I do not care one bit for that Spellman. He should know better than to mingle with lame mortals.” – Prudence chuckled deep. – “Shame I couldn’t make her bleed more.” – the boy said with a shrug of his shoulder. Dorcas and Agatha quirking their eyebrow at him. – “We don’t want her dead you moron! We just want her scared.” – Dorcas called out. The boy rolled with his eyes not caring much.

“Ambrose!” – you shouted loud. Huffing and puffing out of breath as you reached the Spellman’s house. – “Ambrose!” – you shouted again running up the porch. – “Ambrose! Ambrose please open up!” – you panicked banging loudly at their door. The door opened as you exhaled deep pushing yourself inside, not wanting to be one minute longer in the dark. – “Y/n what are you doing here?” – Sabrina asked as she had opened the door. – “I…I…” – you tried to speak. – “What happened?” – Sabrina wanted to know as Ambrose came down the stairs. – “Y/n?” – he said widening his eyes at the cuts on your body.

“What happened!” – Ambrose demanded to know, rushing up to you. – “I…I…I fell out of my window.” – you told him still catching your breath. – “What?” – Sabrina called out. Ambrose stared confused and slightly worried at you. Sabrina pulled her shoulders up as she had no clue as well. – “Come.” – Ambrose said wrapping his arm around you to lead you upstairs. Sabrina closed the door giving her cousin one last worried glance. Upstairs seated Ambrose you down on his bed. – “Now Y/n tell me what happened. How did you get these cuts?” – he spoke worriedly.

You looked frightened at him. – “There were these girls in my house.” – you told him. – “Girls?” – Ambrose repeated confused. – “Three of them. Demanding to play a game with me. All the lights went out!” – you panicked explaining your story to him. – “Then upstairs in my room was a boy, hiding under my bed. Fire! Ambrose there was fire!” – you grasped for his hand, startling him with your sudden loud voice. – “Fire?” – he questioned. – “Yes. Poof fire.” – you gestured out. – “It was like he created it out of thin air.” – you said as Ambrose’s eyes widened. – “He gave me this cut without touching me.” – you showed your cheek to Ambrose to show him.

“When I wanted to run I got thrown out of the window by a force. Leading to my appearance.” – Exhaling deep you felt yourself slowly come at ease. – “Darn witches.” – Ambrose mumbled under his breath. – “Huh?” – you said hearing a whiff of his words. Ambrose chuckled nervously. – “Have I gone crazy, or did they do magic?” – you asked to be certain you weren’t losing your mind. Ambrose slightly nodded, not wanting you to feel insane. He carefully watched your reaction trying to see if it was perhaps a good idea to tell you he was a witch as well. – “Okay…” – you replied neutral not sure how to react to it.

“Why… why would they taunt me? Is it because it is almost Halloween?” – you slapped Ambrose his hand out of pure over-reaction. Ambrose shook his head. – “It is because you are with me.” – he told you making you furrow your brows. – “Why would they do that?” – you wanted to know. Ambrose took a deep breath pulling you closer to him by your shoulders. – “Y/n I’m going to tell you something and I hope this doesn’t change anything… or at least maybe a bit.” - he started.

“Ambrose you are scaring me a bit.” – you answered. – “Don’t be.” – he made sure. He took another deep breath before speaking. – “I am like them. I am also a witch, so is Sarbina and my aunties.” – your mouth fell open with shock. – “But I assure you we mean you no harm Y/n. We aren’t all bad, besides we adore you. Specially me… I…I…like…no love you Y/n. That… that is why the weird sisters, and that boy tormented you. It is because they can see I care for you, and I am so sorry for that.” – he finished.

You slowly smiled kissing Ambrose by surprise. Ambrose pulled startled away. – “I’m not scared anymore, knowing you won’t let anything happen to me.” – you told him. Ambrose nodded still trying to process the surprise kiss. – “Also I like…no love you too Ambrose. I just didn’t think you saw me in that way.” – Ambrose laughed loud, grabbing a hold of you to kiss you. This time longer and deeper. – “I promise you no harm will ever come to you.”

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