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Puki will you leave tumblr because everyone’s acting like it’s dead now :(
oh yeah its SO dead.
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 10 months
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Crazy to see some folks. Been debating on coming back, not to the same consistency as I had cause new stage of life, but gradually I hope to start being on more. Lil by lil
So, been a bit. What’s up with folks?
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 10 months
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So, been a bit. What’s up with folks?
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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Officially engaged
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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i think my favorite type in terms of pokemon is still ghost but my favorite type in terms of characters is absolutely dark for real. anyone here like johnny cash
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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POKEMON VILLIAN HUB
Hey new account for pokemon rpers, mun from @pkmnsdarkqueen here with a brand new blog for some villain muses. 
Still, bare bones and will be cleaning it up tomorrow, but want to get some balls rolling here. 
Muses’s
-Professor Turo
-Hunter J
-Pryce
-Lusamine
__still under construction to be completed tomorrow___
-Giovanni
-Rose
-Maxie
-Archie
You can go ahead and send asks tho for now!
thanks!
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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(Hi im reviving my multimuse with Turo added, both versions. Lets go, just will be iconless for a good while, and making it a sideblog)
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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"Someone please tell me how there are so many shitty dads? Like why is it a drastic anount of terrible fathers highlighted and much fewer bad moms!?"
Karen is on a soap box despite having 2 good father figures now.
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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Scarlet and violet brief spoiler
Arven is not allowed a father.
Kick him in the balls why he's down why dont you game. 🥲
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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The guiding into the car was continuing of appreciation. She needed all the help she could get with her weak state. His warmth is what she focused on, it was the easiest to register. His words couldnt be more comforting to her as she sunk herself into him. The case of pokeballs her last act as she pushed it into his lap. He was the only one she trusted, and the only one she could around her. Maybe if her mind wasnt darkening she would appreciate the comforting voice, and how soft the touch was the more she drew into it.
Later. Thoughts for later.
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It had been about a week. Her pokemon were a bit stronger it seemed. Theyd drag themselves from the ground to check on her refusing to ever leave the room. Out of them all her umbreon wouldnt even leave the bed with her. Garnet was the one that facilitated the others seeing her giving growls at the vileplume who kept trying to bring dirt or water as if she were a plant. He was trying.
For her the fog didnt clear, but she'd mutter faintly as if concious somewhere. There were tremors akin to nightmares where in Drake would begin to lick her fingers to draw her free as quickly as possible. Truly giving her rest was the best option.
As the clock turned drawing closer to the end of the day her eyes saw light for the first time in a long while. It lacked warmth like the sun drawing her attention to the fact she was in a room. The machine beside her ticked up with her heart beat as her mind wracked in horror thinking she was back.
"Bre!"
In a second the previously sorrowful Umbreon's face shot into vision. The brightest his red eyes had ever been were overjoyed to see hers. Her laugh came out broken, but it was as real as her smile. Words werent coming out between the joyous cries of her team which crowded the bed in an instant. Still Garnet was fighting to keep some level of control. The murkrow glapping around wasnt an issue, but the stomping of the tyranitar needed quelling. Karen didnt need to be bothered with giving orders, just enjoy it as tears began to streak down pale cheeks.
"Hey, hey, I see you. I see you. Thank you for the sunny day Kush, hah yes I see you Trouble, Drake oh I know I know I was scared too."
It continued, the bluttwrong of cries, of thanks, of the overwhelming array of positive emotions clashing.
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Everything in her body was fighting. Sure most of her weight was on him gladly admitting the humanity in her limits. If her mind wasn’t so wracked with focus she’d likely be awash with the comfort in being seen as a human again. Not an object to be used for some mad man’s healing, not a creature to be observed, or some beast that needed taming till it complied.
Just.
Human.
The tightest of hold was on his arm which she vaguely acknowledged having wrapped around his as instructed. In her other hand was a white knuckles grip on the case. She wouldn’t let them suffer for her anymore, and was fully intent to risk her life for theirs if needed despite her terrible condition. They’d done it for her enough.
Somewhere in the mix of gunshots was her shaky labored breath. A fight to not pass out or twist her ankle with her unsteady feet. The air rattled from her lungs as she tried to focus on his heart beat. Finding comfort in the steady hum of it. She’d become so accustomed to seeking them in the mix of the experimentation. An ability they’d drawn out she was learning to accept.
At his instruction her eyes dropped shut. Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out.
“Dont….pass out. Dont pass…don’t pass out.”
She repeated not realizing she’d started to verbalize her thoughts. The mantra just kept repeating over and over as they got closer to the saftey. The closest she’d felt to saftey in the pas few months was this, and she clutched him tighter feeling her body pushing even harder after her lead went limp into him.
“Pass out….dont…dont.”
There was a low, frustrated growl that could easily be mistaken for an echoing gunshot as the pair made their way through the fire-fight going on around them. There was so little Archer could do for her in that moment beyond half-drag her out of danger and into something resembling safety and it grated against his nerves that he couldn’t participate more in the fight. It was rare that he felt this way, rare that he was so frazzled as to be on the edge of everything. His fingers ached to grip something sharp and steel, to bring about the righteous end of those who had dared go against him and his. He wanted to leap into the fray like a wolf on the hunt. It took every ounce of his focus not to shove her into the car waiting for them ahead and turn back but he needed to be here, to be present. Heaven only knew what might happen if he let go of her.
So instead he surged forward, kept her close with a reassuring hand on her hip, supported her weakened gait until, at last, the back door of a car opened for them and he turned to gently slide her into the backseat. He crouched low to keep from bashing his head on the roof as he slid in beside her, inching her further in with his hip and an arm gingerly wrapped around the small of her back. He could hear her quiet, stilted mantra and he’d left it be as they made their way to the car but now, as the door beside him slammed shut, he leaned in to her limp head and let his voice fill her ears.
“It’s alright, Karen. We’re safe now. We’re leaving this place and going somewhere far away where they can’t hurt you ever again. Let your eyes close, let your mind rest. You’re safe.”
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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"A temptation Im thrilled to enjoy. I think matching might be flirting with danger a tad too much...except no one would bat an eye if you wore black."
She offered with something that would be sure to feel natural. Taking up his cup she parted from the couch towards the sink, a simple gesture as the host.
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It was the first time she'd ever gone worried about a person's thoughts. More often there was some sort of expectation that she'd deal with the whispers of gossip, the facade of casual chat, and her simply trying to get through it. Having less league people helped. No formalities of relations between regions something in the back of everyone's minds. Besides she still had Will about as back up. As per usual he parted with Karen aware it'd be only a matter of time on when he'd have to be carried home.
For now there was only one person she wanted to focus on.
It was capturing of a galaxy that stood out. Exentuating her ability to wear moonlight was the dress that swept the ground. A slit to her thigh on both sides allowed her to walk. If needed she could tie it up as per usual always careful to wear something that allowed one to fight in. The sides of the bodess were split to reveal the pale skin, but the dress was connected by the joining the tips of corners right above her hips. The galaxy pattern lined the inside of her dress, and wove with gold on the boddess to add detail up the side over the sweet heart neckline. Much like her usual top the sleeves were strands on her shoulders, but these were gold.
For once her hair was pulled to the side with gold moon pendant still showing off the flowing waves. Her cheeky detail was having a houndoomite in a metal bracer on her wrist. A little thing to match.
Fighting her instinct to stay as a wall flower Karen slipped herself in and out of the crowd on a quiet search for him. The small talk with various groups keeping it natural. Perhaps the only raise of a brow from someone would come from her decline of people that asked if she'd join for a dance.
For her the first and last were reserved.
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Karen’s teeth bit the inside of her cheek at the thought. The houndoom felt her hand wander from under the chin to those proud horns. Delicately the fingers ran against them which the hound allowed.
While he was likely picturing her in a dress her mind thought of him in a suit. Something that wasn’t some Rocket attire, or his usual manner of still nicely dressed but formal. Even though it wouldn’t work long term maybe for one night they could merge their separate lives. The fantasy like atmosphere was a thought her mind was practically running with.
Besides he’d seen her so often in regular clothing she used to blend in to get to the bar without being noticed, or her elite attire something a bit more fun was over due.
“It is charity. I don’t think anyone would be slightly suspicious for us to interact there. Also if you are so eager to see me in diggerent attire I could vouch for you getting to one of the Galas put on by different regions every so often. It’s supposed to be for those in the league system and the high society clientele. I’m sure your buisness would speak loudly enough.”
She suggested cheekily making an excuse on her end to do this again sometime. Their chats were always nice, but being able to do something different and fun was enticing. This way allowed for less sneaking around too making the pressure much lower.
It’d be so much easier to do this is one of them had a different career. If she was caught in relations with Rocket the league council wouldn’t hold back in punishment with her past. If he was found with her then there’d be an upset in Rocket about him failing to pull information or use her to an advantage in some way. Little chats with no information didn’t exactly tally up to a good use of time in his world.
With these things, the world’s could collide in the open.
He smiled almost sweetly at her acceptance. Charity it was indeed– if a little more than a few ulterior motives were attached to it– and he had hoped she’d be enticed by the idea of playing their game a little more publicly. They’d never so much as crossed paths out in the real world, for there was simply too much risk to the concept of being seen together. But an event like this? Where Gym Leaders and Elites could come together and let their hair down a little all for the good of the region? Why, it would be almost more suspicious if she didn’t show. And if a handsome businessman just so happened to ask a beautiful woman to dance? Could the world really hold that much against him?
It could, of course. It certainly deserved to. And yet what was a night on the town without a little calculated risk? For the chance hold her hand in his and feel the small of her back in his palm? To smile and play the hero for the public to see while swaying with her in his grasp? He could think of nothing better. He could almost hear the music in his head now. Something worth sauntering to, to give the hips something to keep up with. His smile darkened into a saucy grin that he made no effort to hide before he bowed his head again.
“I look forward to your attendance, then. I’m sure whatever you wear will be more than perfect. If you give me a hint as to the color, do you think they’d notice if we just so happened to match?”~
He snorted at the idea of attending a League-centric event, almost entirely too loud.
“I’m grateful for the invitation and I might even take you up on it some time in the future but… I’m not overly fond of Champions. If it were an event to revolve around League members, I’m afraid I might give the game away and ruin our fun. It would all simply depend on the venue and the guest list but a chance to see you outside these four walls without arousing suspicion is always a temptation.”
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She liked the way he looked at her, the way she felt like a prize to be received. Sure it likely was to an extent, with how long she'd kept him on the edge. She'd desired this herself for so long, to be intimate with him, with someone on her level. Was it wrong to want to enjoy being relished by someone who'd appreciate every detail.
Gripping his shoulders tighter as he slid his rough hands up her smooth body again a shuddering gasp slipped out. Her mind swimming with the thought of his soft lips and hands happy to roam the parts of her body previously set as boundaries to not be crossed.
Letting him pull her in again she had no hesitation in leaving her jaw slacked to let him explore. Her mouth sucked on his lip when she was allowed, and tongue slid along his inviting it into every crevice.
One hand left his shoulder while the other held the side of his neck. The free hand reaching back to unclip the bra letting her chest be freed. For the first time since they'd begun to toy with each other she slipped in a moan pulling the bra away. Her hand on his neck pulled his head back to let her chest press into his as her hips rocked forward to cause more friction between her legs.
Memorized by his scent and touch she broke the kiss whispering into his ear.
"Unravel my every hesitation, a-Archer~."
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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She leaned into his hand finding her comfort in it. Her face had been held before but it was always felt like claws making her head didn't move rather than be any sort of support. The warm soft embrace was enjoyed as she slowly let her eyes open finding herself enjoying the small kisses giving her own back delicately.
The two of their hands were interesting. Karen has always hesitated from pursuing anyone with perfect kept hands as she felt if they ever touched she'd dirty theirs. Hers were rougher, and scared making them unsightly to some. Holding his, there wasn't that barrier. They had the same shared touch that made her own feel more delicate.
Catching back to the present moment with his question she felt her body adjust slightly on him as some inner battle had to take place. Both ideas made the red reach her ears as she ran her thumb over his knuckle. Both options were availible, but her mind lingered endlessly on one.
"I never....I mean when I did this with people I never took of mine but...if I'm trying something new I...I feel safe enough to, just don't tease me."
She stammered blinking fast. He couldn't, and hadn't said anything wrong she just wanted him to know where she was all. It'd been fun to see how much she could get from someone by doing the minimum about. Make them lose their clothes thinking more would happen, but Karen always stopped it before even removing her shirt coming up with some plot to trick them. Exposing herself was different, but she wanted to try. This was different, this time she actually wanted to enjoy it.
So her hands went to the bottom of the shirt slowly pulling off the top of her shoulders. After that there was a pause as she tried to figure out what to do with it, first time indeed, eventually settling on tossing it to the couch. Fighting to not cross her arms over the black bra she put them on his shoulders staring into his eyes to keep her focus.
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He watched her in complete silence, letting his hands do his talking for him. His thumb stroked over the length of hers as she compared the differences in their hands, his own marred by chemical burns in places where experiments had gone wrong and his safety equipment hadn't been enough to prevent splashes of caustic materials eating through to the skin. He didn't pull away from her exploration, merely watched, fascinated by what she found fascinating. He let their fingers twine, squeezing gently as their palms met. He didn't shy away from the scarring of her own skin, hardly one with room to talk where supposedly unsightly scars were concerned.
A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at her confession and he had to admit, he was more than a little surprised. Less so that she'd found ways to get out of actually sleeping with a mark in order to get what she wanted-- she was talented in that way; he had no doubt she could elicit whatever she wanted out of another person without so much as showing more skin than her usual attire permitted. More that she seemed so nervous now. Killing the man she served under would come as easily as breathing and yet she hesitated to show him her torso. It was... cute, in a way, but he'd never say so aloud. Instead, he merely nodded in acquiescence and gave another reassuring squeeze of his hands before letting hers go so she might see to removing that top.
When at last she straightened in his lap, settling her hands on his shoulders, she would find him with his head canted to one side, watching her again, intent on drinking in every moment he spent with her, every action she took with a sharp, all-encompassing gaze. For several moments, he was silent as she sat in his lap, shirt finally discarded, before he ran his hands up along her arms again. He rested his palms against her wrists and squeezed again, this time leaning in to press a soft kiss to her mouth.
"Karen, you're *perfect.* You have nothing to be nervous about."
Leaning back, he slid his hands along her nude sides, dragging rough palms against her skin. He traced the curve of her belly, beneath the swell of her breasts and the line of her bra, and up to her clavicle until he could rest his hands on her shoulders between her arms, using them as leverage to pull her forward into him again so that her chest touched his as he claimed her mouth once more.
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Houndoom practice! I love houndoom 💕
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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“This place has cameras, they will see you.” (fxllen-rxse)
Sentence Starters that came from a Student Film I was in.
-Original Ask Open-
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"Aaand that's the fun part."
She giggled slipping past him with a glint in her eye matching a murkrow. She'd usually call in one of her regular people, but hey this was a small job so it shouldnt be an issue. The target was a woman she knew was laundering some money. All she needed was the proof which would be easy enough once the had the pokegear. Not an easy bust since people noticed something like that gone quickly, but again that made it fun.
"Remember all you have to do is after I bump into her and all, walk by, and ill drop it in your pocket. Then keep walking, so once she notices she chasing me. That'll leave you the easy part while I lose track of her."
Karen reminded double checking her fake blonde wig was still in a tight bun at the base of her neck. Add some proper contouring, and a make up job she looked different enough to throw off some camers with only so-so quality.
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pkmnsdarkqueen · 1 year
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Not here for starters because hyperfixating but have a HC ask instead! You've said in the past that the concept of strong and weak Pokémon are just selfish perceptions of people, and that trainers should focus on their favorites. Can you elaborate more on that point of view? How did you come to that conclusion? Do you think that many other trainers share this viewpoint? If not, should they?
"Oh sure!"
It'd been awhile since she'd perked up so happily to a question. Someone asking genuinely curious always brought a smile to her. The accusing doubt some often had was a quick way to drag put her sharp tongue.
"You see any pokemon can be strong if one apprecjates and gets to know the pokemon's strengths, and weaknesses in battle. This is a concept most know in the type chart, but fail too often to realize the limitation in not expanding the concept. Take my Murkrow for example, yes fairy types can be a problem since with the flying type, bug and fighting pokemon can be handled generally. Now what I often do is use Trouble's size against people. If he cant outspeed we work on agility to dodge attacks, or practice physical moves to disrupt special ones. If we nned to keep at a distance though there's always getting them disoriented from moving quickly allowing for a strike from a distance. The other note is during battle one must analyze the teainer and pokemon if I can find a way to disrupt that between my enemy I have an in, or can use something like a trainer's stubborness to do things a certain way to think around them."
She explained beginning to drag the other through all her details. Her hands were flicking in time with sentences not exactly drawing a diagram or anything, but making the vauge direction of orchestration. It was obvious she was having fun.
"How I came to it was from childhood when I wanted to be a poke athlete. In there moves arent viable. Its all about the connection of your pokemkn trusting you have the best call. Understanding their physical limitations and advantages is what gets you the victory. If there's a trainer there that cant lead well, or understand the competition they lose. Taking that and applying it to battle gives you a leg up."
"Personally I enjoy running into those that do see it. Ive met some, but too often my challengers simply bust in expecting strength to win the day for them. A weapon is only as good as those who weild it."
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