psychic/poison :)
This is Gooarative!
Its name comes from Goo, Guará (a different name for the maned wolf, Loco Guará) and active (radioactive)! It's inspired by, of course, the Maned Wolf.
(More details under cut!!!!)
I don't know what immediately made me think of that animal when you said that type, but something about that mix of typings and the almost uncanny proportions of the maned wolf (pictured below) gave me the right vibes.
While the way its colored is swapped, in a way. I took the idea of the legs being a darker/lighter color, and how the main bodys fur seems to fade into a slightly lighter shade of that ginger-brown. I really like gooey-sticky pokemon and pokemon with a lot of layers, so I had to do that with this typing.
Its colors were taken from Popoid, with its shiny being from renuclius (for you :) i dig those colors too tho)
I was also somewhat inspired by the idea of psychedelic drugs at first, specifically the blue lotus flower. Which is why Gooarative ended up with the bright colors it has!
I would have gone more into that theme, but i felt it wasn't pokemon-enough. And it also would read too much as a grass type, which wasn't the goal!
Here's the transparent versions of the shiny and normal pallets:
All in all, I'm really proud of this design! You picked a REALLY fun to work with type combination that has only been done once before, I believe, with Galarian Slowking.
Stats-wise, I wanted it to give the vibes of something powerful and mysterious. Maybe an elusive, powerful mythical pokemon that wanders around protecting the grounds of its old home. Or one of the hard-to-come-by pseudo-legendary that isn't a dragon type? Who knows!
Hope you enjoy it, Neela :)
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REQUESTS YAY. hmmmmm let's see. hm. 25 + a mausoleum for two bc i was thinking about them again
Twelve o’ clock on the dot meant tea time in the garden. Always, every day, for as long as the only two attendees could ever remember. Being surrounded by rose bushes and clear skies with the pidove singing in the distance, it was only the perfect setting for a fancy drink in fancy dishware with fancy pastries.
Cheren Piper hummed, setting down his porcelain teacup delicately decorated in red roses, listening to the gentle clink against the porcelain, gold trimmed cup plate. He stared down at his cup, admiring the red liquid speckled with golden yellow inside. “I see you’ve been having an interest in vileplume pollen this week…” he trailed off, looking down at his cup with a knowing smile.
Cheren Kurosawa, placed his own porcelain cup decorated in purple abstract diamonds on a cup plate trimmed silver. He gently picks up his teaspoon and starts to twirl the liquid dyed a murky purple around. He hums, not looking his king in the eye. “Do you not like it, my lord? You’ve seemed to favor it these past couple of days.”
The king with a crown dyed in red jewels merely chuckles, “When did I say that?” he inquires, “I quite enjoy it, in fact. Just something I had noticed…” He then points to the drink nestled in between his guard’s hands, “I figured I’d mention-”
“-poison again?” Kurosawa finishes, placing his spoon down on the table, narrowing his eyes. He looks up from his drink, but not looking the puppet king in his eyes. Rather favoring for almost looking past him.
Piper huffed, his grin turning into a pout, “...Poison again. You always know what I’m about to say.” He holds his chin in his palm and clicks his tongue.
Kurosawa hums, “What can I say my lord, you really are quite predictable.” Not commenting on his bratty behavior. Perhaps it was too much of an easy quip for the retainer to make. “I will say, the dragalge toxin you’ve been using still has yet to get old for me. It’s delicious.” He hummed.
Piper’s frown turns into a smirk almost, the compliment seeming to bring up his mood. “Thank you, it’s not very easy to get your hands on. I’m happy to hear it’s not going to waste.”
Kurosawa sighs, raising an eyebrow, but still not quite looking directly at the person in front of him. “Are you sure it’s not going to waste? Here I am drinking it, and yet…” in one swift motion, a decorated knife flies past Piper’s shoulder. A pained cry resounds from behind the puppet king’s back, and the sound of a body hitting the floor comes moments after. “...I can still protect you with little interference.”
Piper tilts his head to the side, almost pondering his question with his head still in his hand. “I guess you make a fair point, although…” he closes his eyes, “...you getting a kick out of the taste makes it worth it.” He looks behind him and onto the cobblestone path, taking a good look at which assassin that thorn of a rebel leader has sent this time. And his eyes simply furrowed.
Even tea time with his guard isn’t a sacred time. He knows this.
He feels a drop of sweat dribble down his face.
He doesn’t like having his routine interrupted, even if he should be used to this by now.
Kurosawa clicks his tongue. “If that’s what you consider making good use out of expensive toxins, then who am I to argue,” he says as he pushes himself out of his overly fancy, white chair, stepping over to the groaning body on the floor. “Perhaps I should try introducing qwilfish into your tea in exchange. Maybe you’ll enjoy that more than simple vileplume spores, as a treat.”
He steps over to the body, notably keeping some closeness to the pale puppet king.
Piper furrows his eyebrows, all while trying to not feel the eyes of the many that do not exist in this room. “I’m your king, I should be treated always,” he quips back. Acting as though he was normal.
Kurosawa takes a look over the potential assailant, “Interesting how you take problem with the treat aspect, rather than the poison part,” he remarks. No matter how much he quips, that lost, soulless expression never seems to escape his crying eyes. He pulls the dagger from their hands, as well as the one in their shoulder, and places them back into his sleeve. A place that seemed to be endless with just how much it held.
Piper huffs, shifting his gaze over to Kurosawa and the failed assassin to see what he was up to. “It wouldn’t be fifteen past twelve in the afternoon without it,” he replies.
“...I suppose that’s correct.” Kurosawa simply remarks, and as he does, he pulls his own knife from his sleeve, aiming for the ruler next to him. Unfortunately for the retainer though, this one was caught before it could stab anything else.
Didn’t stop the blood from trickling down gently, staining the silver with red. The two simply sighed.
It was their own little routine. A constant the two could always rely on. An almost game. For a boy who must fear a knife staring him down every corner at every dinner party, and for a boy with no idea who he once was aside from his name and the order to kill. There was some kind of odd comfort, found in picking up someone’s patterns and reacting as such, Piper found. He wondered if it was the same for Kurosawa.
The liege said nothing, simply letting go of the knife. Instead, he stands up, and walks back to his side of the table. Piper hears the guards coming for the danger next to him, assuming to take him to the dungeon and proceed to make a public spectacle of. They’ll bandage his hand while they’re here.
It’ll go back to being business as usual, presumably.
Business with eyes all over the lord, and business where the liege has doesn’t understand anything.
Business where they have nowhere to go but here, sitting in front of each other, at this table, at this hour.
Kurosawa sits back in his chair, all while Piper takes his cup back to his mouth and sighs, letting a simple remark escape his mouth before the guards could hear.
“Until the end of our days, I want to stay by your side forever…”
“...Don’t let anyone else end this for us.”
And Kurosawa simply nods, moving his head slightly to the left as the knife from Piper's side comes for him. It makes a loud clang, all as the two take another sip of their poison tainted tea.
Forever won’t exist, most assuredly. Not as long as the sword of Damocles keeps swinging. But for now, only they will let each other decide when this ends. They only have each other, after all.
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