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nwqu1olv9lcld · 1 year

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terracemuse · 6 months

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#haiku #Kagami Shiko #maple leafage #Zen

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amelikos · 3 months

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It's so, so fitting that Liko's Pokemon in the past couple of episodes have learned moves out of a desire to heal or save. Mibrim learning Heal Pulse in HZ038 was so she could heal the Ikkanezumi, and now Nyahoja learning Magical Leaf was so she could help save her friends.

#i had a feeling that the writers were waiting for a very specific opportunity to upgrade leafage to another move #and nyahoja's backstory and the setting of saving her friends was just so fitting for it #it really adds to the themes surrounding the characters i love it #i feel like kabu's words gain even more weight every time #hz040 #pokemon horizons #character notes #episode notes

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pokemoninaction · 3 months

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Sprigatito used Leafage!

~ Horizons Ep. 2

#sprigatito #leafage #horizons

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moonblast-pokemon-fancomic · 1 year

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Moonblast: Page 10 & Page 11 (Chapter 2)

Before anyone says it, yes, Hisuian Rowlet can learn Gust, but an Alolan Rowlet like Basil cannot. Eteri just assumes Rowlet knows Gust since honestly it really does look like a Pokemon who would know it.

#rowlet #basil #alolan pokemon #alola #vulpix #moonblast pages #moonblast #moonblast fancomic #kai maleko #eteri tama #Ponyta #galar ponyta #galarian ponyta #gust #Leafage

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lunchboxart · 10 months

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Leafage..........KILL!!!!!

#leafage is the rowlets name #ptu #rowlett #appalla pokemon #pokemon ocs #pokemon tabletop #moss o'rella #art #i draw moss different every time glad u noticed medfiuewdfidf

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t4tbedehopmar · 1 year

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ah this is all bringing me back to the days where i played sun........

#i was so bad at it back then sighs....... my decidueye had leafage until it was level 70 :')#i didn't get attached to any characters tho. maybe guzma but not that much #for years i didn't play another pokemon game until swsh came out and then my mind exploded and i became a WHOLE diff person fkshdjjsk

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jebbyboo · 1 year

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Leafeon Leafage

#leafeon #leafage #artists on tumblr #digital art #cute #aesthetic #cozy #pokémon fanart #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon #eeveelution

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kysiphone · 2 years

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#nature photography #leaf #leafage #foliage #shape #green #original photography

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milkmanland · 7 months

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#hedgerow #fence #climbing #bine #foliage #greenery #leafage

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diejager · 5 months

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JAKAJWIH I just saw this post and https://www.tumblr.com/citrusbunnies/732151502028898304

I can’t help but imagine deer!hybrid reader that’s with 141, and they/she/he (it doesn’t matter lol) walked out of the bushes or woods to the team inside and their reaction to it!

Also I LOVE your work, every time I see that you have posted wether it be recently or if they are older and they just appear in my feed. I get excited! 😭 also if you don’t wanna do this, feel free to ignore COMPLETELY! I just saw this and I thought it was so cute😭😭

That deer image is actually funny… this drabble though, not so much.

Doe Cw: hybrid, DARKFIC, IMPLIED DUB-CON/NON-CON, kidnapping, training, implied sex, tell me if I missed any.

They cued in on the rustling sound, bushes ruffling against an unknown body hiding behind the tree line, moving as if they were unaware of the men or uncaring of danger. Rifles pointed towards the source, Price held control of the situation, aware of the danger when hunting feral hybrids. Ferals were unpredictable, unable to find the distinction between friend or foe, but they were smart, cunning and weren’t shy to group together, forming hunting packs. Those that were impossible to rehabilitate would stay in the wild, some causing trouble and others keeping to themselves, living alone or in a community they built on their own.

Despite the trepidataion and tension in their shoulders, the waited, breaths steady and unyielding to the harsh winds of early winter. They expected a wolf - or a few - or a bear to jump at them, but were released to see antlers poking out of the bush, tines interlocked with green and dried leaves still tied to a thin branch, followed by perked ears, rounded ends flicking against the leafage stuck around the antlers. A head soon followed, big, doe eyes with the dilated, rounded pupils staring at them with timid curiosity, uncertain of the danger.

Rather than a big brown bear or a deranged grey wolf, they found a curious deer hybrid. Price raised his fist, ordering the three of them to lower their weapons, holding it to his chest, he took a step towards you, slow and tentative. You jerked back, body moving out of your hiding place, fully exposing yourself to men —men deprived of the gentle touch of a woman and the loving embrace of one. You wore rags, hanging off the small straps of your shoulder and stopped mid-thigh, soft and plush skin; your dress hugged the promiscuous curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts and ass, leaving nothing to their imagination. You were a sight to hungry and deprived men like them, gruff and overworked, tired and wanting a moment of reprieve to relax and work off the stress.

“Hello,” it hadn’t crossed his mind whether or not you spoke, seeing that you were dressed in nothing but rags despite looking clean and untouched by filth, simply delicious to their eyes. “I’m John,” he gave you a smile, his eyes creased and cheeks wrinkled, his lips stretched under his bear-like beard, “Who are you?”

His softer approach made you compliant, mumbling out your name in a soft voice. You were skittish, looking as if a single abrupt movement would have you buck away from them, and they couldn’t have that, you were a source of information and much more. Soft curves and doe-eyed filled with a sort of innocence, able to thrive in the wild with feral hybrids, ye untouched by their rough and untamed character.

“Who… who are they?” Your eyes gazed over the three men behind Price, hands pulled to your chest in an effort to give yourself comfort and protection against the dark gleam in their brown and blue eyes.

“That’s Soap,” your eyes followed his hand, hovering towards the men with striking, blue irises and a weird haircut. “Gaz,” he motioned towards the man with warm, brown skin and a pretty face. “And Ghost,” he was the most intimidating, broad and big, it made you shudder. “What are you doing here?”

The question lingered in the air, you frowned, seemingly unwilling to divulge your reason because you had the same question, wanting to know why big, armed men were threading in your home. You looked away, staring at their feet rather than their strong gaze, feet shuffling around. They watched you bite your lip, pearly whites peaking under your lip to sink down in your glossy lips, perfect for kissing. How would you taste if they got their hands on you? Would your mouth taste as sweet and delicious as you looked? You were temptation on two feet.

“This is my home,” you reluctantly told them, becoming more anxieties by the second. It seemed like you were waiting for the right moment to skip away, to rush through the forest and hide away from the men who had a sudden interest in you. “You?”

“Classified, love.”

You perked up and shied away at the way he called you, his rumbling voice turning soft and disarming, near becoming for a sensitive hybrid like you. You were so adorable when you acted all shy, ears flicking and little nose scrunching up. You were naturally wary of anyone as a prey animal, vulnerable and without claws or sharp teeth against anything bigger than you. They could all see the tension building in your body, ears backed against your head and fingers fumbling around, his voice might’ve soothed you, but his reply made you fearful, suspicious enough to look more and more like you were going to flee.

If you ran, they would follow, Ghost would probably the one to catch you first, surprisingly fast and nimble for someone of his stature. He’d tackle you to the ground, scruff you and hold you down despite your wails and take you back, you had something they needed. Ghost would do the training, prepping you however he deemed fit and punish you if you lashed out. Gaz and Soap could easily break you in, their gentler countenance working in their favour. A push and pull, essentially, with Soap’s puppy-like aggression and mischievousness, and Gaz’s gentle care and grounding hand. Price would keep you in check, sometimes overseeing Ghost’s training and other times participating in it, being the disapproving and sympathetic one when faced with Ghost’s cruel and degrading ways.

You were pretty in rags - you would look pretty in anything you wore - but you’d be the prettiest naked and stuffed on their laps, eyes rolled back and breasts jostling. Taking you would take care of their needs, the temptation pulsing in their crotch. You wouldn’t mind it, would you? It would be better than sleeping on the rough, forest terrain, victim to both nature and the wilderness. You would be protected and taken care of, what else would you want?

“Why don’t you come with us, love,” it wasn’t an offer, it was a demand —an order.

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