#hopyu

[starclast]

Been watching Pokémon Sw&Sh and...simply fell head over heels for postwickshipping 🥰🥰🥰

#pokemon #pokemon fanart #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword fanart #pokemon gloria #pokemon hop #postwickshipping #hopyu #hpyu #hop x gloria #mc x rival #childhood friends #traditional drawing

[stackedbirds]

lxc would be the type of guy to hear abt deez nutz jokes and proceed to approach young disciples and go "careful, you almost broke the rule of hopyu" and they'd go what's hopyu and he'd go "hopyu have a nice day lmaoo gottem"

#mdzs #bc that's all this blog is abt apparently #lxc #he genuinely sees only the good in everybody and i think that would include deez nuts jokes #he'd also go up to jl and say yo mamma was a very nice person here let me tell you all i knew about her #he's very important to me

[lhonert]

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Anyway, hop got destroyed

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #hopyu #postwickshipping #pokemon gloria #pokemon hop

[vulpixidoodles]

scene from a fantasy au, where hop had left on a journey and comes back to find that his childhood friend became a hot blacksmith

#postwickshipping #hop x gloria #hop x yuuri #hopyu #pokemon swsh #traditional #fic art #wheres the fic op??? #in my docs never to be published

[enokuma]

Pixiv : タワー・オブ・ホープ Tumblrが最近エラーが起きて記事があげられなかったのですが、やっとこさ。 ポケモン冠の雪原よりガラルスタートーナメントでのホップ関連のやり取りネタです。 主人公の知らないところで色んな人と交流しているんだなぁと(笑)

#pokemon #pokemon gloria #pokemon hop #pokemon sword and shield #hopyu #ポケモン #ゲーム #漫画 #ホップ #ユウリ #ホプユウ

[dollibelle]

So excited for the first SWSH DLC to drop and for my postwick hyperfixation to rise once more.

#pokemon #swsh #hop #gloria #postwickshipping #hopyu #otp #round 2

[darknefarious]

Sonia is the true number one fan of Hop x Gloria (Yuuri)

#Pokemon #Personal #Professor Sonia #Hpyu #HopYu

[mochirimi]

Flashlights [Gloria x Hop]

Feb. 09 | Day One: Warm Nights/Cold Nights

In which Gloria has been avoiding her feelings for her best friend and has stayed away for months until one cold night. 

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It’s too easy to stay away. 

Dark feathers carve and cut through the night air as the Corviknight descends in front of Gloria’s Postwick cottage. From her house on the hill, the tiny town below is a lullaby of country charm, cradled in the quiet hours of its citizenry. 

And here she is, sneaking home like a thief in the night. As if this isn’t home.

The taxi basket lands with a sure pressure and a muted thud in the Postwick snow. Above her, the Corviknight caws, the sharp sound piercing the cold night. The pokemon doesn’t need to announce it, she knows.  It’s an indiscernible quality in the air, the way the breeze rolls over the snow-covered hills from her cottage and the village across the river. 

As the aviator opens her door and lends her a hand for her first steady step into the snow, Gloria’s eyes wander across her childhood home. The way the grayed ivy climbs and lingers over the cottage stone reminds her how long she’s stayed away. 

Amber glows from the window panes and her home breathes, Welcome home.Inside, her mother’s shadow shifts and grows long in contrast to the luminous light.

The guilt sets in.

Shifting her journey-worn limbs, she adjusts the straps of her worn leather bag and takes one solid steady breath. Here she goes.

The brass doorknob turns easy in hand, the teal door gives way and she is in a tight and warm embrace. Her mom’s embrace is full of months of unfiltered affection and her heart feels so full. The guilt wanes, if only for a moment. 

“Welcome home, my sweet one.” Her mom murmurs into her shoulder.

Since when did she get so short? She considers.  When did she get so tall.

“I’m sorry I’m so late, Ma.” Gloria begins to explain how photoshoots ran too long, interviews prolonged,  but her mother quickly hushes her, waving off the excuses Gloria considered on the ride from Wyndon. 

“A champion has her responsibilities.” She shrugs, leading her quietly to the kitchen. “I understand; you’re busy.”

Gloria’s response is slow, tangled with all she wants to say and all she can. “Right.” Her mother stands, her back to Gloria, going through the process of making their tradition of hot spiced milk and chocolate with the snowfall outside. “Thank you, Ma, for understanding.”

She wraps her arms around her mother, hugging the aged woman from behind. In her arms, she feels her mother pause with the initial note of surprise, the stiffening of her body into a question mark, and the slow melting into quiet comprehension. Her mom pats her arm with a calloused hand. 

“I’m so glad you’re home, my sweet one.” 

When Gloria retracts her arms from the hug, she’s handed a steaming mug as sweet as childhood. Told to unpack. To settle. And be prepared in the morning.

The warning is subtle, implied in the innocent remarks of how excited everyone would be to see her. Everyone, including him. Especially him. Probably.

Gloria’s cheeks color as his smile flashes like lightning in her mind. She blows on the steam rising from the mug, counts the flecks of gold and auburn cinnamon in the milk. After months away, maybe he would be excited to see her. 

Months.

Months of avoiding awkward phone calls and even more awkward conversations between her and the boy who was supposed to be her best friend, who she just couldn’t find herself confiding to these days. Because how are you supposed to confide to your best friend that you’re probably very much in love with him. And have been so for years. 

Walking quietly into her childhood bedroom, Gloria drops her leather bag with a definitive thud onto the colored floor, her mug set down beside plush pokemon she used to fantasize about when she would go on her one-day journey of adventure, the people and pokemon she’d meet.

That felt like ages ago. 

Her fingers trail along the furniture towards the window seat at the far end. The cold whispers from the window, the snow a flurry of wind and winter just outside the translucent pane. As she settles into the worn cushions and pillows kissed against the frost and frame, the view down the hill is familiar, filling her for the briefest moment with warmth and nostalgia for the simple times before she was champion and he quit their rivalry to become a professor, before there were responsibilities. 

Back when they were just Postwick kids. 

Down below Hop’s house stood nestled in the winter, the rooms and hearth asleep and the house dulled in a quiet hibernation. Except for one flame flicker of an all too familiar corner, and the drawn shadow of a familiar figure against the window. 

Almost instinctively, Gloria presses against the window frame, as if the mixture of a warm breath and a secretly hopeful spirit could fully conjure a boy she’d avoided for months. Her knees and body pressed to the edge of the frame, she watches the shadow of a boy dance, move with the figure its stitched to. The motion dislodges the pillows and something heavy thuds to the floor and rolls across the hardwood.

Leaning over, Gloria quickly picks up the item in the dark, the cold metallic pressing into the palms of her hand. It’s her flashlight. From their Postwick kid adventures. 

The memories come easy, flashing across her mind leaving a small smile in their wake. If he were here in front of her, what would she even say? 

Biting her bottom lip, Gloria rolls the flashlight in her hands. Maybe she could try. 

Across the way, the light in the window frame dims and the boy disappears into the darkness.  

She could do this. The breath meant to steady her nerves comes out ragged, bundled with nerves and anxiety. Ok.

Turning the flashlight towards the house down the hill, Gloria clicks the flashlight’s button in four quick syncopated beats, followed by two more. The golden yellow light colors the white winter and shines across the darkness. Hi

Would he respond? 

Minutes fall like strangled hours as she waits. Would he respond? Would he even want to? 

Right when she’s ready to turn away, to come to terms that their friendship couldn’t survive what she’d put it through, a golden light flashes back at her window from Hop’s window. 

Hello.

The response is like a livewire. They’re talking! Quickly, Gloria straightens her body and begins her own message. How are you?

Good. He begins, Pauses. Tired.

How should she respond? Placing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Gloria considers the next response that could keep this going. Like they used to. 

And then her Rotom rang. Putting the flashlight down, her next breathe is steady. Ready. 

“Hello.”

“Hey.” His voice is deeper than she remembers, more robust and tired. 

“So…” She pauses, swallows, smiles just the smallest bit. “You called.”

“And you answered.” Even without him in front of her, she knows his arms are crossed, his eyebrow raised, all accumulated to the obvious question. “It’s been months, Glo.”

“I know, I’ve been busy.” Her excuse was lame. They both knew it.

“Yeah… I know, but you’ve been away for a while.” His voice is cautious, the end of the phrase debating, weighing over what he says next. “My ma missed you, mate.”

An image of Hop’s mom is clear in her mind. Her smile grows, maybe she could joke. “Well of course she does, when all she has to talk to now is you, I’d miss me too,” she teases. 

She can imagine him rolling his eyes, the chuckle making it clear to them that they could fall into old routines, be like they always were if that’s what they wanted. “Hardy har har. Very funny, Glo. But seriously,” he pauses, and she hears him breathe into the phone, his own internal debate clear across the line, “are you okay?”

Is that what she wanted? Gloria readjusts the phone in her own hand, considering the question. Was she ok? Was she ok with having things the way they used to be? Is that the real reason she’d been staying away?

She was a mess.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” Gloria curls against the window and closes her eyes. “Just tell me what you’ve been up to. The pokemon you’ve met.”

If Hop questions the distraction, he doesn’t say instead complying with her request, spinning long anecdotes of the pokemon he encountered, the things he learned along the way. The stories are calming, comfortable, like a warm fire on a cold night. 

Lulled by his stories, his research, Gloria yawns, falling into a doze, cradling the phone against her cheek. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she confesses, “I missed you so much, Hop.”

Right on the precipice of sleep, Gloria hears his voice, tender and delicate. “Then don’t stay away so long, Glo. If you run so fast so far, I’ll never be able to catch you.”  

#Postwickshipping #Postwickshipping Week #Day One #Trainer Gloria #Rival Hop #Hopyu #Pokemon #Pokemon Sword #Pokemon Shield #My Fan Fiction

[vulpiximisa]

Harold…

#pixi plays pokemas #the only reason I don’t ship them as hard as hopyu is because I don’t really care about marnie

[funzippyevents]

Wine Fest on the River - An Outdoor Socially Distanced Tasting Experience

Includes a private table on the patio & 12 wine tastings! Enjoy outdoor wine sipping with breathtaking views of the Chicago River!

https://funzippy.com/event/wine-fest-on-the-river-an-outdoor-607b9/s0rMOJxSYCZ?csrftkn=HopYU

#wine fest #social distance #covid19 #chicago river #outdoor drink #chicagoevent #chicagoil #chicagoland

[philosibies]

I created record album artwork for Dave Chappelle’s 8 specials. Inspired by iconic Soul, Funk, Blues, and Jazz albums from the 1950s to the early 1970s. via /r/DesignPorn https://www.reddit.com/r/DesignPorn/comments/hopyus/i_created_record_album_artwork_for_dave/?utm_source=ifttt

#design #aesthetic

[starclast]

Legendary dog features ⚔🐕🛡

#pokemon #pokemon fanart #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword fanart #pokemon hop #pokemon gloria #postwickshipping #hopyu #hop x gloria #zacian and zamazenta features #they are dogs and not wolves right??? #traditional drawing

[lhonert]

some older hpyu headcanons~

hop’s still a nerd and gloria is a bit jealous of his height

#hpyu #postwickshipping #professor hop #trainer hop #hopyuu #hopyu #pokemon

[vulpixidoodles]

(future headcanon)

before Victor and Hop set out to Kalos, Gloria gives him a gift

(I like the applin lore but people giving away pokemon like that for a confession feels really... belitting for the applin. So I’ll just take the concept of applin trading for confession and not the actual applin trading)

#postwickshipping #hopyu #hop x gloria #pokemon swsh #traditional #comic #pokemon trainer victor #pokemon victor

[enokuma]

Pixv : ビハインド・ザ・ドアズ ポケモン剣盾のDLCのガラルスタートーナメントの一回目の賞金ネタです。 チームで100万受け取ったら分配はどうなるのかなと(笑) ゲーム的では主人公に100万入るので二人で200万なのかもしません。

#pokemon #hopyu #dansoni #pokemon gloria #pokemon hop #okemon sword and shield #ポケモン #ポケモン剣盾 #ユウリ #ホップ #ホプユウ #漫画

[mochirimi]

A Single Word [Gloria x Hop]

Feb 11 | Day Three: Sudden/Slow Realization

It happened unexpectedly, long before she could give it a name. 

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Like the first rain of the season, Gloria fell slowly through every experience and touch, and then all at once, a downpour. When she finally gives it a name, calls it love, admits to herself that she’s been in love with her best friend for far longer than she’d like to admit, she can’t breathe.  And when she finally decides to say the words aloud, to allow herself to say the words, give them voice and presence in the physical world, she can’t hear a single one. 

In retrospect, if she had to blame anything, anyone, for the way she is shot out of the sky, reduced to this vulnerable state, she’d blame everything on those damn glasses. 

The tradition began unexpectedly as she picked up the ropes of her new role as Galar’s reigning champion queen. Between this photoshoot, that commercial, and each exhibition match, Gloria’s hands grew heavy with the duties and responsibilities befitting her position; there was hardly any time to play, to explore the world she’d yet to discover. 

Running off to see Hop was her one reprieve in the little hours she had to spare. Sitting at the lab as he worked, she listened to his latest research discoveries, spin yarns while the pokemon rest and wander freely around the lab. Those were the moments she could let her guard down, put her attention into something effortless-- time with him. 

It’s in those moments she could be herself, joke and jab and observe the world around her without the world's eyes on her. She could be Gloria, she could be a Postwick kid once again. 

But the little moments, the little ways they spent just ounces of free time together changed slowly, gradually before Gloria could even understand the shift, the difference. It was in the way the sun hit him on the good days, how it illuminated the determination, the excitement, and the things that made Hop, Hop in the best light. It was in the smallest, intimate movements, the way his hands could get Zamenta and Zacian to wag their tails with just the smallest chin scratch, the way he taps his pen in thought in an uncoordinated beat. 

It was in these small unconscious moments that her brown eyes lingered on him just moments longer, taking him in. It was in these moments she was reminded that they weren’t Postwick kids anymore. They’d grown up.

The feeling built up like storm clouds across a clear blue sky. And she no longer knew how to act.

The tradition began unexpectedly, a habit of taking care of her friend without his request, without him needing to know. In the times she arrived in Postwick later than promised to meet him, she’d find him asleep, glasses on and askew as Zacian mirrors his master and companion in slumber. The image used to make her laugh under her breath as she’d take them off, leaving him to rest after a full day of work and research. 

But then.

“Glo?” Inches from her face, Hop’s eyes flutter open, his amber eyes still framed in sleep and dreams. 

And she is frozen. His spectacles fixed in her hands, color rising to her warm cheeks. What can she say? What excuse can she come up with?

“I…” The words don’t come. 

A slow grin spreads across his face, as he rubs his eyes, running a hand through his hair, slapping the color back into his cheeks. His arms begin to rise in an upward stretch, and Gloria finds her legs again, quickly stepping back, his glasses behind her back.

“I was wondering who’s been removing my glasses when I sleep.” He yawns, and she looks away. “I mean I thought that maybe it was Zacian, or you know, Sonia because she actually has hands, but you know, this kind of makes sense.” 

He glances at her and she can feel his eyes on her as she walks around the lab space. The words come easier now that she isn’t looking directly at him. “Yeah, you know. I figured it’d be best to let you sleep when you can. You’re always running around, after all.” She shrugs.

Her eyes wander across the books on the shelf. Butterfree flutter in a chaotic dance in the pit of her stomach as her body attunes to his movements, the pushback of his chair from the desk, the rollaway and the liftoff as he stands, and the five steps it takes for Hop to end him right. Behind. Her. 

She forgets to breathe. 

The grip on his glasses tight as his hands wraps around her own. 

“This is actually great timing. I was hoping we’d get some alone time tonight; I want to show you something.” 

His words, his touch, causing her to let the glasses go into his awaiting hands. And he chuckles, catching the spectacles in his hands. “Woah, I need these to see, ya know.”

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “it slipped.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, she watches him place the glasses back on his face, glancing at the time on his watch before tugging at her hand, leading her towards the large glass window. Tripping over her own feet, Gloria stumbles to the window with him, his eyes trained on the view outside, her eyes trained on him. 

The sky is lit by the country night stars outside and the biggest moon no city’s could compare. And across the night sky the Butterfree of Postwick dance, waltzing across the night sky in pairs. 

“It’s their time, you know.” He glances down at her. “To court one the one they fancy.”

Gloria looks away towards the view, watching the Butterfree meet and part on the sway of a breeze, waltzing to some unknown rhythm. 

And the words come. The feeling that’s been building up inside her like rain clouds pour, the word for this feeling pounding against her temple. 

Love.

Love.

Love.

And all at once Gloria has never felt the need to stay and run away all at once. Because it’s clear. Gloria loves him. She loves Hop. 

#postwickshipping #Postwickshipping Week #Hopyu #Day Three #Trainer Gloria #Rival Hop #Love realization #Pokemon #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #My Fan Fiction