pokekink_meme | POKEMON KINK MEME!!

Your choice of characters.

Something that would result in this: http://pokanon-meme.dreamwidth.org/256.html?thread=10496#cmt10496

I regret absolutely nothing.

Kind of thinking of Flint and Volkner here, maybe?

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I respectfully request some Clay love. I don't mind with whom, as long as it's serious and not cracky, and not non-con. (Except child characters please, unless they're aged up.)

I don't really have a kink, I just want to see one of my favorite characters get some love. Please?

"Mrmph. Now I know ya been told all this before."

"..."

"Ain't nothin' new."

"..."

"Ya know I can't be comin' back, I'm on vacation. That serious? Mrmph... Well, I reckon--" A hand over his hand lowered his phone. He didn't need to look over and certainly didn't need to be told yet again that they were here to 'calmly enjoy the solitude'. "I'll call ya in a few." He grumbled a while longer under his breath about how he had important things to do, that he didn't have time to be sitting in a cave with some old actor, that he was cold, and wasn't even sure why he'd been invited.

"You overwork yourself." A soft response to the stream of frustration. Clay paused, something more than startled by the quieter man's sudden forwardness. "I apologize. I have been concerned for quite some time."

"What? Nah. Been workin' this pace my whole life. Not overworkin' when it's my usual pace."

"I'm aware of how you work and the tension it causes you. I can see it in your face and--"

"An' the cave?"

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"'Sides how chilly it is?" Sarcasm. Annoyed sarcasm.

"..."

"The reception's pretty darn bad," he muttered, almost chuckling.

"I assumed that would be a positive."

He squinted at Brycen wondering if they were having the same conversation. Sarcasm aside, he doubted he came off as anything similar to the gym leader so often caught in meditation. Time was money and he wasn't sure about the former actor, but he knew he sure didn't have the cash to kick around to be meditating in the back of some cave. There was work to be done. "This was fun 'n all those pleasantries, but I have quite a bit of work to be gettin' back to." The stout man stood up, rolling his shoulders before he tipped his hat to his fellow gym leader. "Thanks for yer concern, Brycen."

"You should stay."

The Ice-type leader did not usually have enough sway over him that he'd listen to the request, but curiosity got the better of him. He sat closer than he had been in an attempt to get a better look at Brycen's face beneath the mask. It was difficult enough to read reactions in the lighting of the cave. "Any reason yer so darn concerned?"

"As I've mentioned, I've noticed your tension."

"We're all tense. Heck, I could betcha Elesa is even more stressed than me, but yer not takin' her up to some frozen cave."

"..."

"Haven't really seen ya buddy-buddy with anyone."

"You interest me. Something about... Regardless, I can't imagine this line of questioning could make you any more relaxed."

"Why's that? Might find out somethin' I don't like? What's 'interest' mean to ya anyhow?" After a long pause, staring at an unreadable expression, somthing clicked with Clay that he was amazed hadn't sooner. "That sort..." An affirmative nod. "Ain't that something."

"I did not plan on acting on it."

"Shame."

As they stared each other down in the silence, Clay's phone rang again.

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A researcher or dedicated trainer decides to crack the mystery of the Pokémon Day Care once and for all, transforms themself into a Pokémon, and has an accomplice check them into the Day Care with one of their Pokémon. FULL CONTACT ANTHROPOLOGY ENSUES.

Bill would be the obvious choice here --- and an excellent one --- but there are all sorts of people I can imagine doing this. Everyone loves solving mysteries! Looker would be hilarious. Would Cynthia provide interesting egg moves??

~~why do I want this (please help)~~ <3

I don't know why you want it, but I want it too.

Seconding hard for Cynthia.

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Dawn/Crystal/May/Touko

The girls-in-shorts trio tease Dawn for wearing a skirt all the time, but secretly they like the easy access it gives them...

Green/Daisy

Incest is probably enough of a kink on its own, but if you wantto incorporate them trying not to get caught, that's good too.

Desiccation
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He's not quite sure of when it begins. He is only sure of the shape of Daisy's face, the curve of her pink lips, the disappointed brown in her downward eyes, her hands resting on her hips, closed in gentle fists. Green has always liked seeing things for what they are, and Daisy delightful to watch, composed even in her anger. She is the direct opposite to Green and his combustible fits, cool and calm and beautiful. Nowadays, though, Daisy has not been playing the part.

She drops her fork into the dishwasher, closing it with her foot and then her hip, staring absently out the window, into their backyard. Green is still finishing his lunch. That's when she turns to him, hands-on-hips and hazel eyes cool. It takes him a second to realize she is angry, not defying him to do something stupid. He runs his chores over in his head, making sure he's done everything she asked him to.

"Don't you ever get tired of being stuck here?" she asks instead, surprising him (but not really—Green knows his sister well and he knows summer is particularly hard on her). "I mean, when was the last time Red was here?" Green gives her a look, but she doesn't notice, already diving into yet another tirade. "Why does he get to leave you behind? Is that fair for you? Do you think that's fair?" Daisy waves her bare arms around. They are tanned from the time spent in the garden, outside, weeding and cleaning up the rose bushes. In the summer, the splashes of red are sparse. It makes him sad for some reason. "He gets to go anywhere; he gets to live his own life. He drops by whenever it's convenient and – he's … he's …"

"He's a selfish prick," Green supplies.

"He's you," Daisy whispers, letting her arms drop. "Red is you. It was a metaphor."

"Yes," he answers blandly, getting up, neatly lining the silverware on the sink. "I know." Daisy's hand is on his shirt when he turns.

"Why do you keep leaving?" she asks then, under her breath. The kitchen is hot, a slight summer breeze blowing inside and making things even drier. He swallows, taking her hand, looking down at her. Once, she was the taller figure. Once, he was the boy reaching for her skirt, hiding behind her high-school blue plaids when his grandfather received very important people. Now, they are inverted, but not really. Green keeps running away and Daisy keeps holding her ground. He has a feeling it is always going to be this way.

He spends the rest of the week in Viridian and returns for the weekend, exhausted. The heat is stifling and the short travel to Pallet spiritually draining. Green notices, with some contempt, that the lawn of their backyard is turning into a revolting shade of yellow, but he doesn't bring it up with Daisy because when he steps inside the house, he finds her lying on the couch. She's awake, and perhaps that's what's so scary; to find her drained and uninterested, when she is the most active and kind person he knows (barring the fits of hyperactivity his grandfather sometimes seems to have, travelling to Johto or Sinnoh just because). His fingers stop at the stripe of uncovered skin between shirt and skirt as he sits down on the floor, leaning his face on the couch's velvety surface. For a moment, Green almost – almost – forgets that she is the older sibling, almost forgets that she was the one who babysat for him when Gramps was out. When Green stops paying attention, Daisy stops being his sister and becomes a girl. When Green stops paying attention, a lot of things slide out of their rails.

She turns, twists to look at him, her hair sliding over her bare shoulder. It's the same chestnut shade of his own; the thought that they are so incredibly similar bothers him far more than it should. "You're home early," she says sleepily. His knuckles drag across her midriff, and Green only realizes he's doing it until a moment later, when her eyes, hazel and warm, meet his, sharp green. "Tough day at work? I know you hate Fridays." Daisy is leaning on her shoulder, now, her freckled nose inches from his own. It would just take a smooth movement—it would just take him a second to lean in and kiss her. He frowns instead, turning his face away, stubborn and frowning, letting go of her skin in one fluid motion. Daisy sighs. Maybe disappointed, maybe aware of what a tense and wrong relationship they've got going on. He doesn't know. "I made chocolate chip cookies." His favorite. She turns away again, and he gets up. "They're on the counter."

Green spends the rest of his afternoon moping in Gramps' lab, and only comes home when he is sure Daisy is already safe asleep in her bedroom.

The next morning, he wakes up to pancakes with maple syrup and a note warning him that Gramps is going to Johto for his radio show. His hair is unkempt and he doesn't know where he's put his shirt, but all that pales in comparison when he is confronted with Daisy's sunny smile. She is still wearing her apron, the green knot behind her neck forcing her to tie her long hair, the locks bouncing with the cheerful skip in her step. It's like yesterday afternoon never happened, it's like Green's mouth on hers when he was sixteen never happened—

"Thanks for the meal," he says dryly, rubbing at his eyes with his left hand, picking up the cutlery with his right. She nods at him, and drinks her lemon tea – no sugar with a block of ice, it's summer after all. He pours himself a glass of milk straight out of the fridge, cool enough to wake him up. "Gramps is out of town," he adds, thoughtfully.

"Where to?"

"Goldenrod. They're asking him for a special segment on the Lake of Rage radio waves."

Daisy nods, not particularly interested. She's never really been into pokémon. At least, not in the way he is, not in the way Red and him battle and explore and live and breathe—Daisy makes by with seeing the tangela by the south, or the pidgey that often feed on the crops by southwest. And somehow that is enough for her. Green has always hated not understanding that about his sister.

"What are your plans for the weekend?"

"Shoot the breeze."

"I see," she replies, sitting across from him. Her feet touch his, skin against skin. They're slightly gritty – he assumes she's been tending to her garden barefoot, like always – and Green feels a familiar heat coil in the pit of his stomach. He tells himself how wrong this is. It doesn't help. Not in the least. He supposes his self-berating has never been effective, because Green is ice and Daisy is fire and everyone knows about type differences anyway, so why does he even bother? "We have the house for ourselves, then?"

Green blinks – becomes sixteen and rebellious instead of twenty and disappointed, finding himself in the vast expanse of his memory. In there, it is summer as well, but Daisy is still taller than him, her slender legs free from constraints as she parades in the kitchen in her shirt and jean shorts. She is cooking and he is still bleary-eyed from sparse hours of sleep, the stress of being a gym leader still fresh on his body. Daisy turns on the ball of her feet, greets him good-morning and makes to peck him in the cheek, but Green turns to greet her as well, and their lips crash awkwardly. It's not pleasant, no, not specially, but they still take far more time than they should breaking apart. Daisy's cheeks are as hot as the bacon on the frying pan. He can feel the warmth, because after all they are inches apart, his lips still feeling awkward and slightly wet from hers. A second passes. Then another. Daisy closes her eyes. And Green leans up, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth on hers, experimenting, relishing in the purposeful situation. He wonders, staring at the pancakes on his plate, if she'd taste like maple syrup if he kissed her now. Turning the situation over and over inside his head, he is met with a draw. It's been a long time since then, since they traded awkward kisses in the kitchen (what would their grandfather think if he'd walked in then), and Green is not the uncomfortable kisser he was back then. But neither is Daisy, he supposes.

"We have the house for ourselves," he confirms.

Her fork clatters on her plate when she pulls herself over the table, one of her elbows sustaining her, her other hand fisted in his hair, bringing him forward for a kiss. Lost in the middle of an errant thought about doing laundry and checking up on Red's mom, it takes him more time than he would like to admit to kiss back. Daisy does taste of syrup, but also of green tea and something fresh, like she's just brushed her teeth. There's a sharp, needling pain at the end of his back and the table's digging into his sternum but he is never going to pull apart.

True to his word, Green holds until she breaks the kiss, their gazes meeting levelly despite the high color on her cheeks, despite his disheveled hair. They truly are equal, even in shame; their chiseled jaws, their straight noses, the hollows of their cheeks. How narcissistic of him to think her beautiful. Daisy sits down again, hides her face in her hands, her eyebrows angling up in what is probably anguish. Green doesn't let her sink too deep—he gets up and walks around the table, predatory and commanding like those are the only things that he knows how to be. The kitchen smells of sweet things and dry grass, but Daisy smells of conditioner and lemon, and he finds that hour much prefers her scent over baked goods'. Her hands trail the hard path of his chest while his get lost in her hair, pulling out her scrunchie and sending it somewhere far. She's already half-sitting in the table, her butt propped up against the edge, and he plants his hands on each side of her hips, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her dress. He kisses her and wonders if she'd mind if he hiked it up.

Daisy breaks away with a heart-breaking sigh, leaning her forehead on his shoulder. "This is wrong on so many levels."

"I know," he says, and it's not just to agree, it's because he knows, he knows—Daisy is not just a sister, she is also his makeshift mother, the girl five years older who cooked for him and made his bed and cleaned his room. This is an inversion of roles so sudden. He's not quite sure of how to feel.

So he kisses her again. How can something feel wrong and right at the same time? The paradox fascinates him, but not as much as Daisy, so eventually it is forgotten in favor of slipping his hands up her dress. She is as smooth as he hoped, her sun-kissed skin easy to reach beneath his hands. She gasps and he presses an absent kiss into her neck. It's chaste, just a press, a startling display of innocence. It's funny in a sad way when he's aware that despite the whole easy-going thing they've got going on above, his hands are testing her, curling inside, making her twitch and whisper his name in his ear. Sometimes it's not just his name; sometimes she tells him she'd like if he curled his fingers more to the right, or even incoherent 'right theres' and 'pleases'. Daisy is flushed and slick by the time he's done, her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. Green feels terribly pleased with himself, but the satisfaction is not entirely sweet. He can't put it into words; it's like a sad happiness, a little thing gnawing at his ear, telling him that he excels at making the wrong choice – it's wrong, yes, but at least he's good at it.

They stop before they make any permanent damage (after she closes his legs with a breathy moan), him wiping his fingers on his pajama shorts, she pretending the erection straining against his slacks isn't entirely obvious. Outside, the grass is dry and sprouts in infrequent patches, and Green wants to set the whole thing on fire.

Three days later and he's going crazy, avoiding her at every chance he gets. Daisy's schedule is not hard to memorize – mornings for shopping, afternoons for gardening, evening for reading or watching television – and Green's is inflexible. To crash at his gym for a good night's sleep would be the obvious chance, but he hates the drafts in there and he hates knowing that she's sleeping all alone.

He spends the nights up, staring at the ceiling, knowing that Daisy is just on the other side of the wall. He runs every fact he knows about pokémon through his head just so his lap stays unaffected when she taps at his door, calling him for breakfast. It's always a variation of pancakes or waffles, a full-course meal meant to feed the elephant in the room (and its name is you're-not-meant-to-be-in-love). The thing—is it's hard to deal with it when both sides want. It's harder even when they are both aware that it only takes a slight lack of judgment to finish what's started.

The lack of judgment comes then – three days later after the table and the fingers and Daisy whispering his name – when he is sitting outside on the swing, staring at the rose bush. It's empty. Green tells himself that it is just because it's summer, that it doesn't have any special meaning or anything, but he can't help the comparison between Daisy's state of mind with her garden—barren and dry and dying. It's probably that, he assumes, that gets him to bend over to her will.

Daisy's the one pulled into a kiss this time. Green is almost feverish, despite the implications (or because of them, he can't tell). Beside them, the slow burn of the stove bubbles up through the batter. It's going to burn, he thinks, but pushes into her thighs easily enough. She is nothing if responsive, bucking her hips a millisecond after he shifts. The counter doesn't give under her weight, under her shaking hands. They're still half-clothed, her apron and his shirt discarted. Green can see the garden through the window behind them, can see the lawn and the forest behind Pallet. Something lurches in his chest, but Daisy's hands reach for the cord of his pajama pants and Green knows he's got shit to do because it's Wednesday and he's got battles to win—

He would like to say his mind turns blank at the touch of her hands, but it doesn't. He's unable to stop thinking properly, yes, but only because everything floods his brain at the same time—Daisy, the blood they share, a dull memory of a boy next door, the frustrations of being second-place, the thought they are going down fast and there is no safety net. The guilt multiplies when he comes, staining her hands and her knee-length skirt. She looks dirty and embarrassed, so he steps aside and lets her go to the bathroom to wash his come off her arms.

When she returns, she's wearing another skirt and he's gone, swinging in the backyard, hating the yellow shades of their dying garden. She sets her hand on his shoulder, chaste and barely there. "We have to stop doing this."

"You're ignoring the garden, you know. You barely give a shit about it now," he says in reply, bare feet petting the ground. "Look at it. It's a fucking mess. You ruined it."

She says nothing. For a moment, he thinks she is going to tighten her grip on his shoulder, he thinks she is going to play the part of the grieving girl, or maybe the part of the girl who's sorry. Instead, Daisy pulls away, stares into the ledges around them.

"I'll water it tomorrow," she says simply.

"I'm the garden. It was a metaphor," he wants to say, but doesn't.

And she leaves; and he stays (a first).

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Phoebe/Sidney, blindfolds and bondage

Does it matter to you whether it's dub-con or completely consensual?

Silver/N, fluff, maybe a little angst; would love preslash or established couple in the early stages of their relationship.
N plays tourist all over Johto; Silver drags behind and glares at everything.

Put something like this on the other meme, but figured I'd crosspost a similar prompt.

I can't be the only person here who thinks there's plenty of unused potential in Copycat from the games.

So, any main character (player or rival) or Gym leader from the Kanto/Johto area x Copycat.
How she ends up with them is up to you (though I'm oddly partial to aged-up Copycat being a high-end call girl). What I care most about, though, is that she dresses up either as them (preferable) or as one of their commonly depicted romantic partners (who is, of course, not around at the time).
I have a slight preference for het over yuri, but either is fine.

TL;DR: Copycat X Kanto/Johto PC/Rival/Gym leader, Copycat role-playing as that person or one of their commonly depicted partners.

Bonus points if this somehow ends up with sex on the magnet train.

Can I get some Rule 63 for the Unova Elite Four? I just found this image (http://rule63.paheal.net/_images/304cbeaa845b7c9208a7af7ceabdb820/19652%20-%20Alder%20Caitlin%20Grimsley%20Marshal%20Pokemon%20Shauntal.jpg) and I'm in love with the idea.

Please and thank you~

I second this. I love their designs in this picture. :o

Pearl/Diamond/Platina, anything. Anon asks only that you make it a consensual threesome.

a silly less-sexy-than-you'd-think foodkink for my favorite trio ♥

Diamond was pretty sure he had a problem.

It was too hot, he thought blearily. It was so hot that even Platina had stripped off her black tank top to just her camisole, that Pearl had somehow managed to talk him out of his shirt. And, sure, it wasn't as if he hadn't been running through town in just his underwear a few months ago, but it was one thing to be streaking in a hurry to save the world.

It was another to be half-naked in front of his girlfriend and boyfriend.

Especially after a swim in Lake Verity that left Platina's dark bra too-clearly outlined under her white top, and droplets of water still too-clearly visible on Pearl's neck and bare arms.

Especially after Pearl had treated them to ice cream from a stand nearby that, conveniently enough, happened to be sold out of all flavors except for three last vanilla cones.

Especially after Diamond's dessert had been first to start melting over his hands. Pearl threatened to fine him for wasting food. Platina suggested that they should clean it up. And that was how the both of them were currently licking vanilla off of his fingers, Platina with a studious, thoughtful look, and Pearl with a bit of a smirk.

It was way too hot, and Platina's grip was way too gentle around his hand, and Pearl's tongue was way too warm against his fingertips, and...

"You have a nosebleed," Pearl noted, nipping playfully at Dia's knuckle.

"Is it hay fever?" Platina asked innocently, kissing Diamond's thumb.

Diamond swallowed a dry throat. "Your... your ice creams are melting too," he said weakly, but was only met with two mischevous grins.

Pearl hummed against Dia's fingers, raising an eyebrow at his partner's deepening blush. "Sorry, I think I've found something else I'd rather eat."

"I've reserved the lake for our use today, so we don't have to worry about any interruptions," Platina added helpfully, lapping at the skin between Dia's knuckles.

"Also, if you're worried about melting, we've brought whipped cream!" Pearl said.

"It was my idea," Platina said. "And my cooks' stock, but I know they won't mind."

He was pretty sure he had a problem. But, as problems go, it could be worse.

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Ethan/Red. Ethan going to the top of Mt. Silver and getting more than he bargained for.

Gold/Lyra's hat

Or Gold/Crystal's hat

Bonus for Crystal/Lyra walking in on the whole thing.

Ingo x Hilda, subway sex. Bonus points if Emmet or someone else catches/hears them.

I requested something similar on the LJ meme, but that's as good as dormant now, and I need this in my life.

N gets attacked and fucked by tentacles. Alien tentacles, demon tentacles, inexplicable tentacles, Missingno, I don't even care. The meme just needs more tentacles.

Bonus points if the tentacles get confused and impregnate him anyway.

The LJ meme's not dead, it just comes and goes sometimes.

I'd have written your prompt there, but I'm terrible at non-con and have never done tentacles or MPreg.

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Gold knocks up one of his groupies and freaks the hell out because he isn't "responsible" and he's way too young to be a father... so Silver and Lyra step in to help the young Champion with his new bundle of joy. Lyra/Gold/Silver as a committed polyamorous relationship develops because of it.

Bonus points: Lyra turns out to be very knowledgeable about raising children due to her experience with her grandparents (the daycare couple) and is all like "chill, I got this."

Super bonus points: Silver is the most "maternal" of the three and totally drops all the tsun and goes complete dere for the kid, but still treats Gold like shit.

Reposting from the LJ kink meme because I really need this in my life

Old and bitter Agatha ties up countless drifloon to her (haunted) house and takes flight to go see her long-lost ~~love~~ rival, Samuel Oak, who's conducting research in South America. Unfortunately for her, (Iris? Barry?), an overly enthusiastic eight-year-old pokémon trainer-trainee, stows away in her house and goes along for the ride.

UP!-inspired plot: Agatha as Mr. Frederickson, Iris or Barry as Russell, Professor Oak as a stillalive!Ellie, a dorky but lovable bidoof as Dug, Mew as Kevin?

I don't even know. I need moar Disney/Pixar-inspired fic in my life.

Super bonus points: One of the evil team bosses (~~Giovanni~~) as Muntz, who directs his army of trained rattata and/or zubat to do his bidding and catch Kevin.

Also a repost... I also need this in my life.

Hahaha, oh man this prompt is giving me the largest shit-eating grin on my face. I hope for both our sakes it'll be filled someday in the near future...if not I'll see what I can do.

Can we please not repost the entirity of the LJ kink meme here, since that one's... you know... still active? I couldn't fill all your prompts there, and I still can't here, so all you're doing is giving people like me false hopes for new material that are cruelly dashed when I see that no, it's just another repost from the LJ meme that I still can't fill.

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To cheer me up, I'd like to request Bianca and N bonding over their respective daddy issues. Fluffy, please.

While I can understand that you're frustrated, anon, I'm sure that four to five reposts out of nineteen prompts doesn't constitute the entirety of the LJ kink meme.

The anons that reposted those prompts were probably just as eager as you are to get their prompts filled; I'm positive they weren't aiming to be cruel by reposting them. They were probably just hoping to reach new anons that might not frequent the LJ kink meme.

We're all here to enjoy good fic, and since the mods haven't specified that reposting from the LJ kink meme is not permitted here, I would say that those anons didn't do anything wrong. Even though you may not be able to fill those prompts, it doesn't mean that another anon who frequents this meme can't.

Nevertheless, your prompt sounds really interesting. I may not be able to fill it, but I hope someone else does. I would love to read it. :)

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Steven/Anyone (May or Wallace preferred?), doing it on the office desk ♥

Specialverse Ruby/Sapphire. Several years after Emerald saga (any amount of involvement in Pokedex Owner things during that time can be assumed) and things are peaceful again inand Hoenn and oh hello hormones.

Their respective emotional issues are no match for their staggering inability to keep their hands off of each other. Horny teenagers ensue.

Fic can be short or long and cover whatever point in the relationship you want, but I'd like a bit more than just making out.

Yes. Will be on this.

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Houndoom/Female trainer, knotting.

I've got this. I've so got this. >:D

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Brendan/Wally. Both of them agree to meet May for a delightful afternoon/evening together, but May never shows. Cue awkward first date!

Bonus points if May's absence is intentional and she follows them like a creeper the whole time.

cross-posted from a random tiny kinkmeme :D

Cynthia/Dawn: going back and doing it in the distortion world, please.

Special 'verse. Five times Gold and Silver almost kissed... and one time they did. Bickering is a must, casually saving the world a bonus.

BECAUSE ANON SAID THEY WOULD TEE HEE

I'M THE ANON SAID THEY WOULD TEE HEE

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three trainers and a baby

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