#gothpokemon

I wasn’t ready for how hard Goth Charmander would go.

Tiny, moody, and covered in spikes—this isn’t just a starter, it’s a statement. The purple flame? The deadpan stare? Literal perfection.

She didn’t just grow stronger—she grew haunted.

With a leather choker, glowing markings, and an aura that says “don’t follow me unless you can vibe at my frequency,” Goth Ivysaur is living her best cursed life.

She’s not headed to Professor Oak—she’s headed to band practice in a graveyard.

This version of Bulbasaur is wrapped in fishnets, shadowed by moonlight, and probably journaling in the tall grass.