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RE-INTRODUCING: THE FANGS OF THE FRONTIER!
Feeling lucky? New blog, fresh promo, all because she deserves it! Here's the Battle Frontier's PIKE QUEEN LUCY. 🐍
Promoted from sideblog status by DAN, this portrayal is indie, selective, and game-verse influenced!
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*pkmn poisoned noises* 😌💜
random assortment of spicier hcs. 💜
It wasn’t like Grimsley to want to be earnest, for there were few places where divulging something best kept undisclosed was worth the cost. But as he admired the moon, captivated by the way her diaphanous light pierced through that seemingly impenetrable darkness, he couldn’t deny how it moved him. A wretched fool finally finding enough gall to defy his benefactors, dauntless because there was little left for him to lose. Against the invigorating chill of the evening Grimsley lets out a shaky breath of amusement; how had it taken him this long to realize it, even more pitiful that he’d needed Lucy’s contempt to muster the courage to look it in the face. He would be the one to raise the stakes, changing the trajectory of a life he had thought surrendered. And if he managed that, surmounting the odds that were stacked against him, he could prove to himself that a slither of the man he had once been still haunted the gaunt cage he’d become. Snared in his thoughts Grimsley almost doesn’t hear her voice, stolid in the wake of his gut-wrenching revelation. His head jerks around, staring at her long enough that disbelief thaws into a raw, stark gratitude. “ …like old times.” How could he shake the impossibility of it all━ knowing that Lucy would never give him a free-ticket out of this hellish comeuppance is almost enough to convince him he could save himself. Grimsley, no longer thrashing wildly against the reckoning that awaited him was desperately formulating a plan, something that he now knew he wouldn’t have to entirely execute on his own. They weren’t the sort of people who relied on others, so he listens attentively as she speaks.
Lucy was setting the stage, offering him an advantage, an edge, but it would still be him who saw this game through to the end. Her strides are confident, her mouth as reproachful as it might be alluring, it’s enough that he feels the moment Lucy claims the air from his lungs, long before she deigned to kiss him. “ If I can convince you.” Convince myself, but that goes unspoken. “ Anything is possible.” It wasn’t liquid courage, nor was it the desolate old-man who had bunkered down in Alola to avoid the misfortune that relentlessly pursued him and his family; this was the dregs of the Grimsley she had known. He wanted to play, yes, but more than that━he wanted to win. This victory, over himself, is ushered in by her wicked smile. Grimsley is weak to the tantalizing nature of it, imprisoned between the cold, fortified balcony and Lucy’s encroaching warmth. But it has also made him confident, assured in the way his hands follow the rhythm she sets. It’s a familiar dance, this time, however, the eager way he folds for her is desperate only with desire. The part of himself he had kept diligently locked away quietly begs to be unfettered, to be known. If pinned beneath the Pike Queen’s masterful hands is the only place he’s ever undone, let it be so. If tomorrow dawn claims him its prisoner, let it be known that he had not relented into cowardice when it mattered most. Grimsley, who seemed so stubbornly set on his own destruction, for once wanted to be different. His long, lithe fingers find themselves tangled uselessly in her hair, drunkenly reverent. Time swathes him in a stupor, a warmth that no drink could ever substitute. He’d almost forgotten how to breathe, evident in the ragged breaths he drags in when Lucy graciously offers him a moment. In the wake of it his mind reels, pallid cheeks flushed a delicious red. But Grimsley doesn’t hesitate to clutch the life-line she’s offered him with both hands, tenaciously heaving himself, sodden, from those churning depths. “ There’s no other option left for me, is there?” He smiles against her burning touch, just brazen enough to press a chaste kiss to the tip of her finger; impatient for even the slightest of taste. “ I’ll make it a show you won’t regret being there to watch.” And for a gambler who had once prized himself on his showmanship it was as good as any oath he could have sworn, sealed with a soft lave of his tongue, taking the tip of her finger into his mouth.
when grimsley makes his unusual move, lucy feels her breath hitch and her world narrow--even after all this time apart, seeing the elite rendered docile (and so desperate) like this still makes something hungry twist in her chest, a selfish desire to wrap her prey up and hold him close. yes, it's quite clear that grimsley wants to please her...and the pike queen almost never turns away a good tribute.
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"hey hey, I got somethin' for ya. consider it a job well done kickin' ass at limbo back there," he doesn't mention the second half, but it seemed damn well impossible for anyone with a spine by his calculations. still, that crab walk was a pretty slick save. he raises both of his closed fists, beaming with a pesky smirk. because it's noland. and even this is a test. "but I'm gonna need ya to pick one."
"...didn't expect to see you at a place like this," lucy replies, a bemused smile twitching her lips at noland's appearance. predictably, undella bay has been decked to the nines for such an event--but there's something comforting in how the factory head sticks out here like a sore thumb. (say what you will--noland has always been himself.)
his sudden reappearance reminds lucy of hoenn, of home, and for the first time in a while, her heart twinges for it, the fleeting moment hidden behind gleaming eyes and another sip of daiquiri.
"noland living the high life. has scott finally gotten to you, or has your latest sabbatical changed you that much...?" she asks slyly, pointing towards his right hand. "that one feels lucky."
ooc. silent on here for a bit longer -- I'm moving to a new apt. next week so we're making progress on that!! today I'm throwing out all the junk I've accumulated over the past eight years... there is no better feeling. 💜
hoping for some writing time tonight. I've got a lot of great food to get to...
what to do...
make non-pkmn bounty hunter au for lucy
bring back bounty hunter oc on her own blog
what's the play? trying to whip up a non-pkmn au for luce and I keep revisiting an old OC I had. (I made her back in 2015 WOW)
the only potential issue I have is this oc is basically just lucy personality-wise LMAO. not that that's a bad thing--it just might be easier to merge the oc vision into a fresh au for lucy. I'll have to think on this more...
❝ it's due to my MOTHERLY CHARMS, can't you tell ? ❞ at least she's relaxed enough to bring out the sarcasm. her own gaze goes back to her white-haired colleague, watching him holler loudly at a win.
she really can't take gustov anywhere.
❝ lookin' for A DIFFERENT KIND OF PREY then, are you. ❞ the gym leader flashes a smile. sure, having gustov sulk the whole night was going to be a pain ... but him being unhappy was A RISK SHE WAS WILLING TO TAKE if it meant she could finally get out of there. ❝ tell ya what, let's. meet me at the beach when you're done with him, yeah ? ❞
motherly charms. lucy half-laughs, half-scoffs, glancing over at gustov like a seviper slithering up on her latest meal. the pike queen knocks back the rest of her champaigne and nods at strelitzia. "...see you soon, then."
she takes in gustov's exuberance, that loud laugh, and cracks her knuckles with a smirk that bares fangs, her low voice barely carrying over the bright casino noises as she turns on that dangerously lethal charm...
"yeah. this shouldn't take too long at all..."
limbo time! with daddy yankee thrumming through the speakers and a daiquiri flowing through her veins, lucy sashays up to the front of the limbo line with that easy, knowing confidence.
some may gawk at her towering height. let 'em. some may not know of her...surprising skillset just yet. they will.
without any hesitation, lucy bends back with almost serpentine grace and easily shuffles under the bar, her raven hair nearly brushing the sand. when the pike queen resurfaces, it's with that winning grin. she flicks some imaginary dirt from her shoulder and goes back to dancing.
"...light work."
on the second go around for limbo, lucy's sharp eyes narrow with calculating focus. simipour and their trainer have lowered the bar since last time, making it even harder for someone of the pike queen's stature to shimmy underneath. (but never tell her the odds.)
lucy tosses back the last of her daiquiri and takes a deep breath, shuffling forward across the undella sands. and, this time, the height difference is too much. upon finally feeling her legs give out, lucy somehow still manages to bend back into a crab pose, slipping under the pole with a frustrated huff. (thank goodness for morning stretches with greta...!)
"...damn," she mutters, straightening up and striding towards the beachside bar for a refill. lucy loathes losing, but at least she'd made a graceful exit this time.
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limbo time! with daddy yankee thrumming through the speakers and a daiquiri flowing through her veins, lucy sashays up to the front of the limbo line with that easy, knowing confidence.
some may gawk at her towering height. let 'em. some may not know of her...surprising skillset just yet. they will.
without any hesitation, lucy bends back with almost serpentine grace and easily shuffles under the bar, her raven hair nearly brushing the sand. when the pike queen resurfaces, it's with that winning grin. she flicks some imaginary dirt from her shoulder and goes back to dancing.
"...light work."
"...made it another year, huh. somehow."
lucy's actual birthday was two days ago--or was it three? did it really matter? over the past years, the pike queen's life had (against all odds) stabilized somewhat, the time blurring together in a whorl of battles, travel, and new experiences.
lucy is lucky enough to remember the day fondly--her mother smiling shyly as she hands over a little handmade cake with too much frosting, then the wildly unhinged parties in the aqua base, then scott and the rest of the brains surprising her with what might have been the best birthday gift of all time. ("yeah, we found the designs--the seviper building's all yours, baby!")
this time around, it feels like just another day, and that's fine, thanks--but there's a group who never forgets.
lucy sits up in bed, sunlight streaming through the apartment window, and vera is dozing in a beam, a wrinkled party hat crown resting atop her head. houseblend is brewing a favorite drink in his shuckle shell, and lucy can smell the delicious aroma of salac and kebia berries...even the special drash berry that he's been saving for a celebration just like this. jackpot the dunsparce is even above ground for once, chirruping happily as he prepares to present his trainer with some shiny new birthday finds. (don't ask him where such finds came from--brandon would probably be upset.)
it's a moment of calm in the storm--and sometimes, that's the nicest gift of all.
"...lucky me," lucy murmurs with a grin, opting to rest just a bit longer. she deserves it today.
THERE'S NO HIDING ANYTHING FROM LUCY, and kendria knows it. with the way their facial expressions betrayed their thoughts and feelings, no matter how hard they tried to conceal them, in combination with her sharp eye… they know they don't stand a chance at keeping secrets, but that was never the plot.
they should have known this topic would come up. they knew it would, really… they were just enjoying what time they had before the tide turned on them.
there was no question, either, that when kendria asks to head down to the seashore that their request would be granted. that wide, wonderful expanse of water is where their connection lay, after all, as weathered and tattered as it may be. still, they sigh a gentle breath of relief, grateful that sensitive topics could be discussed on softer sands.
" i'm telling you, it was like nothing i've ever seen before. " they gather up a chuckle alongside their belongings, tugging sling bag over shoulder. a soft thanks is muttered, to lucy and the barman across the counter both.
the scent of spilled beer gives way to cigarette smoke as lucy swings the doors open, and restless chatter settles into a handfull of muffled conversations. kendria breathes in the evening air, glad to be rid of the constant company.
they turned to shitty dive bars to get away from those memories, not to be not to reminisce as if everything was fine and dandy, as if they hadn't tainted them with bad choices.
she couldn't have known. of course she couldn't have known, she left when things were all well and good…
a deep inhale - in and out - invites that sweet scent into their lungs, enough to calm restless feelings. they follow her lead, gaze tracking the wood beneath their feet. it wasn't that they haven't walked this exact path plenty of times before, but the slight spin to their vision as a side effect of having been so suddenly moved.
kendria does not hesitate to wade into the water beside her. an identical shiver runs up their spine as the chill of the ocean sinks into their skin, but instead they laugh at lucy's shudder. any teasing comments, however, die away as HECUBA is released from her capsule, chuckles becoming caught in their throat at the sight.
" oh, lucy…! " their lip trembles, betraying the feeling that they had kept so thinly concealed… their eyes track the milotic as she glides through the water, blinking through mist. they lift their hands in offering to the sea serpent, recognizing the consideration in her expression, but they quickly cling to her as she suddenly becomes a lot closer.
the water laps up against their hips, now, but the sand softens their landing. they've hardly noticed that they've been pushed over, really — it's hard to keep track, whether the sound that's coming from their throat is sobbing or laughing, whether the wetness of their cheeks is due to sea water or tears.
she is massive, so large that kendria can hardly wrap their arms 'round her, but that doesn't keep them from trying. if they've changed, hecuba certainly has. the milotic before them was a far cry from that scrawny little feebas that they used to know.
" hahaha… you're so gorgeous, wow! awe, did'ya miss me? " shaking hands stroke prismatic scales, mismatched gaze admire the beast before them. if only they could stay in this moment of mutual admiration forever, but... that would be too sweet, wouldn't it?
they turn to face her, eyes misty and lips curled downward.
" i don't have him, " news meant to be gently given come out in a rush, which only serves to upset their expression more. " there was an accident during the floods, he - his ball, lost it, i don't… "
they turn their head back again, look past the milotic before them and out onto the ocean before.
" i swear, i've gone out and i've looked and i've looked, and i don't… he's just out there, luce, i don't know. he's gone. i haven't seen him since. "
LUCY HAD ALWAYS BEEN GOOD AT READING FACES. she read faces like matt used to read waves (hell. that absolute unit of a man could stick a finger beneath the surf and immediately diagnose the temperament of the chop that day. that memory--along with so many others--trickles forth now, piercing the proverbial dam to swirl amidst the silt and sand swirling around the pike queen's calves.)
yeah, lucy's good. she can just sense this undercurrent of tension...and that's probably precisely why kennie turns away when they do, opting to focus all of their attention on the towering milotic looming before them...one more moment of blissful, oblivious reunion, until the memories become too overwhelming to stifle anymore.
I don't have him.
and there it is.
pike queen lucy 💜 / pokemon special
aaaaw what a cute goodie-two-shoes
"...y-you really think so...?"
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ooc. gio's ask reminded me how much I hated lucy's one pokeani appearance. totally defanged and she's the one they picked to crush on brock? gross. she should have punted ash and brock (oh my god especially brock) into the sun.
Funny gio ask! Make an AU for your muse where they still fill their same 'canon' role, but have the opposite personality - for example, if they're a funny comedic villain they remain an antagonist but they act way more serious and cruel. What would change? Would their goals and relationship stay the same? Do you think they'd have an easier or harder time?
Bonus points if you don't make their opposite too 'obvious'!
here's au!lucy! she's still the pike queen, but--
she's terrified of breaking the rules and does everything by the book.
she follows orders without question, joyfully participating in all battle frontier exhibitions and outreach. she hangs on to scott's every word. (he's the boss.)
if she loses, it's all good!! the battle was fun, and that's all that matters. take a goodie bag on your way out.
she takes over the battle palace. spenser can have that stinky seviper building. the palace is fit for a queen, anyways. tell your friends to come over. she loves guests, as long as they behave and won't tank her rep.
she is incredibly lawful and prudish, trying to live a life without vice (no drinking. no gambling. no smoking. and a bedtime by 8pm.)
she is very cautious and risk-averse, preferring her battles and encounters in controlled, comfortable environments. no more poisons, cool knives, or physical sparring. that shit is dangerous.
the funny thing is: most of her frontier relations wouldn't change too much, but au!lucy would probably not tolerate most of her non-frontier company. without her competitive fire and edge, she's more of a public-conscious celebrity who seeks the spotlight and avoids bad PR. she lives for the frontier. no time to chill. no time for r&r.
also--she's switching sides. it's team zangoose all the way, baby. they're cute!
