group skulls


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After plauing Pokemon Sun, Team Skull is the first enemy group in the games that I actually feel sorry for and want to help.  Not help in their evil plans, of course, because they need to knock off all that evil, but after defeating them I want to help them fix their lives and get out of the dark place that they’re in.  Team Skull were outright criminals who chose their lives.  Team Magma and Team Aqua are idiots who need to learn that large-scale geoengineering is not a toy.  I haven’t played the intervening generations, but from what I’ve seen the enemy teams there are more like religious fanatics or deluded would-be do-gooders.  But in this generation, the apparent main opposition group Team Skull is convincingly portrayed as being made up of kids who just don’t have anywhere else to go with their life and have banded together because nobody else will help them.  Sure, I want to stop their evil plans, but then I want to help them get some consoling, a jobs program, a better place to live, some PTSD consoling, whatever it takes to turn their lives around.

Po town is particularily heartbreaking.  It’s initially presented as this dark and scary place, the headquarters of what at that time has been presented as the main group, which you have to brave in order to rescue a child’s stolen Pokemon.  The guard outside warns you that if you go in, they’ll have to make preparations to notify your next of kin.  But once your’re inside, you realize this isn’t some supervillain lair, it’s an abandoned slum with homeless kinds squatting in it.  Half of them are too apathetic to even try to stop you from getting in, and they don’t even have enough power to keep the Pokestop running.  The walls around the town aren’t to stop people from getting in, they’re to keep Team Skull contained and locked up away from the rest of the region.

Which is why, when I visited Po Town again in the endgame and there were two Team Skull members selling a T-shirt at an inflated price, outright stating that it was to raise money so they could get out of there, I bought it without hesitation. I would do so repeatedly if the game let me.

And then there’s Guzma, and the actually quite surprising for a children’s game not so subtle hints of physical abuse when you visit his childhood home.  He may be an arrogant, full-of-himself asshat, but he’s got a quite dark and heartbreaking backstory of his own.

So kudos to Gamefreak for actually coming up with a villain group that’s better written and deeper than just “We’re committed to doing evil with Pokemon!” or whatever. Now I want to team up with Plumeria to take care of these idiots and help them turn their lives around.

anonymous asked:

Imagine normally very calm and sweet reader finding out Guz got beat up and going on a complete rampage and beating the absolute snot out of his assailant and putting them in the ER. The next week and a half all the grunts meme at them like 'I heard boss man's girl is shredded. I heard she's got an 8 pack'

I understand that reference >:D

What a first impression…

You’d come to the Shady House with your hands stuffed inside your stained pockets and your mouth shut. The schoolgirl. Boss man’s schoolgirl. What could they say? When a girl grunt had come up to you trying to chase you off, you simply dumped a load of coins in her hands along with a couple Pokeballs, spilling them on the cobblestone streets of Po Town and shoving past anyone who pissed you off, going to nurse your wounds in Guzma’s room as though you belonged there. According to the rest of the grunts Guzma would be trapped in the hospital for an indefinite amount of time. Fighting over turf with the piss poor pussy bitch gangs cropping up was commonplace for Team Skull, but with the new big bastard Torvald that had been terrorizing the island with fists instead of Pokémon everyone had to be on their guard. Unfortunately Guzma happened to be on the receiving end of that dude’s rage.

It was a hard blow to his pride, but his grunts were so worried that their sole provider was in the hospital that they didn’t even care about his rep. His past was no secret. So they didn’t think anything of it when he’d lost a blow, but they didn’t harbor any kind feelings towards you. As far as they were concerned, it was your fault that Guzma had gotten his ass handed to him. If you hadn’t been hanging on his arm at the malasada shop and let that buffoon Torvald insult you, Guzma wouldn’t have flown into a rage trying to protect you.

“The shit was she doin’ goin’ in the boss’s room?!” cried a grunt, “Bitch don’t live here!”

Someone was about to answer him and agree, but were interrupted by a group of other Team Skull kinds screaming savagely and jumping up and down like enraged Primeape.

“DUDE, DUDE!!” one girl screamed, “DID BOSS MAN’S GIRL SHOW UP HERE?!”

“Yeah. Went inta his room like she fuckin’ owned the place and gave me all this money-“

“She kicked Torvald’s ass!” gasped a boy with shocking purple hair, “She ran up on him when he was kickin’ boss man and fuckin’ hammered him over the head wit her backpack!”


Instantly the group was surrounded, a gaggle of Skull underlings demanding details about how you had slammed open the door and jumped him, distressed shorts and all, pummeling him with your books and letting your Pikachu thundershock the shit out of Torvald’s boys when they tried to lay into you. According to the kids it had gotten so bad that even old man Nanu had gotten off his lazy ass to break it up.

You were the talk of Po Town after that. They didn’t disturb you as you hid out in Guzma’s room, but left offerings of food and various odds and ends outside the door. Trying to appease you. Murmuring your name in the halls.

“I heard Boss Man’s girl is fuckin’ shredded.” A newbie, Matt, asserted. “That she got an eight pack. That she fuckin’ ripped off Torvald’s arm.”

“Well… Ain’t no doubt about it, she sure care a whole lot about Boss man.”

Hear me out:
In every single main series Pokémon game from gen 1 and upwards they have real-world consoles and make references to other video games like Mario and even some more obscure ones… So consider the idea that some offshoot pokemon games, like Conquest and the Mystery Dungeon series probably ALSO exist as video games in the universe that the main series games take place in.

And if that’s the case, imagine someone from Team Skull sitting around playing Explorers of Sky on his old DS and suddenly he stops and stares really hard at the screen before getting to his feet and running into the boss’s room.

The guy didn’t even bother to knock, so Guzma is kinda annoyed about the intrusion, but then the grunt shows him what got him so worked up, and Guzma just stares at it for a second before he’s like “…The fuck?”

Now HE’s gotta go show Plumeria, so he takes the DS and barges into her room, and she’s like “what the hell, G!? Learn to knock!”

But before she can kick him out he shows her the DS and she’s like “…Team Skull. Yeah? What…? You mean you didn’t know?!”

All of a sudden she’s laughing her butt off while Guzma is just standing there totally clueless and kinda irritated tbh…

Plumeria stops laughing long enough to say she always just assumed he had intentionally named their group after the ‘Team Skull’ from Explorers of Sky, led by a Skuntank of all things, but turns out Guzma never played the game. Shoot, he’d never even heard about it until now! Now he’s mad because he thought he was being original, and worse yet.. Plumeria knew this whole time and she never said anything!! Dammit!


Story behind these pictures:

Restless, hungry and bored from so much time spent in the van, Pink Floyd were invited by reporters from youth paper Borge to tour Copenhagen’s famed Tivoli Gardens. At the amusement park gates, a bellicose Danish woman greeted them by shouting, “Get out! We don’t need to see you longhaired idiots!” They shrugged, the staffers from Borge paid and filed into the park. The Bubble Fountain with strange glass beckoned and they darted across manicured lawns. An elderly police officer gave chase and gesticulated wildly yelling, “Get out of the garden! What do you think this is – kindergarten?” The bemused group skulled off to sample the slides, the balloon-swing, the radio-controlled cars and target-shooting range. Barrett, with his perennial taste for the absurd, brightened. They aimed rifles that shot steel needles at plates on a shelf as an autumn breeze rippled the canvas tent.

Afterward, they tucked in for a horribly expensive filet of fish in champignon sauce at the Chinese Tower restaurant. For a post-dinner treat, they wandered to the Blue Wagon horror ride. Though four blue wagons went in, only three came out. On a lark, Rick and Andrew (their manager) had jumped out to look at the papier mache skeletons rising from their coffins.

The ride operator and ticket-taker disappeared inside. The ride operator hit Rick Wright so hard in the stomach that he fell over. Andrew King got a punch in the face and complained his teeth hurt for days afterward. Wright and King emerged, dazed and confused, irate Danes at their heels. They protested, “We have no idea what happened. These people yelled at us in a language we couldn’t understand. Then grabbed us and threw us out.”

To thank their host, the Floyd threw candyfloss and the operator and ticket man, who swore in Danish. Laughing trough gritted teeth, they exclaimed, “Let’s give the operators our candyfloss! Perhaps the lovely colours will make them happy!” The group were glad to leave Tivoli, griping, ‘Are all Danish so square? Don’t they understand we were happy? Why were they yelling and beating us up? Must one speak absolutely Danish to avoid getting beat up?’ Returning to the Star club for a well-deserved drink, the disc jockey blasted selections from The Piper at the Gates of Dawn over the sound system. “Ah, at last something we can understand.”

Smart Mouth Chapter Four

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Rating: Teen First two chapters are Nc-17

Notes:  So much for porn without plot am I right? I have the beginning of the next chapter started and some ideas for where to take it, but my boyfriend is coming over so I have to stop for the night. Message me if you have any requests or some ideas you’d like to see in the story. I’m happy to take any recommendations. into consideration. 

I wish real life have montage moments. Specifically things like battling other trainers, and traveling around Alola. I’ll be the first person to tell you that I have an awful attention span, and I got bored so easily. I had errands to run, but I needed money before I could get it done. Thus were the days I spent wandering around the islands of Alola, finding any trainer willing to battle me. Most of them thought I was a member of Team Skull, but they were so mad at the group they were willing to battle just to vent some frustration. I had a few close calls, but with some potions and regular trips to the Pokemon Center I made enough cash to buy a new outfit in Malie City. I needed to make one stop before I went to Poni island however, so I took a boat trip over to Akala Island.

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