WHERE ARE MY THREE WIKSTROM FANS AT ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ anyway, I wanted to get the hang of drawing him and also really really wanted to design some non-armor clothes <3
my little trainer self out in Kalos or just out somewhere in general and drawing in a little hide-y spot. suddenly getting jolted by a blast from some Pokemon move that cut through the calm and peace. The tree she sat under tanked the hit, but the strength could be felt through its thick trunk. The abruptness of it startling her and making her shriek a little. Catching the attention of whoever owned the Pokemon that used the attack.
clanking metal and rushing sounds of feet and the buzz of some bug type's wings coming forward. she just hides further, burying herself into the roots of the tree she was under. but the bug type suddenly appears and stops in front of her-- a Scizor. The shiniest one she's ever seen. Her own Pokemon held protectively in her lap, hardly noticeable. the Scizor hears its trainer call for it only a few feet away and it calls back. She's starting to panic even more now. Curling up and holding her Pokemon's shell for comfort, but she wouldn't deny a sense of curiosity of who this trainer could be..
She wouldn't have to wait long to find out as he finally stepped into view, catching up to his Scizor who waited patiently in front of her. He hadn't taken notice of her as it was pleasantly shady under the tree and her earthy toned and dark clothes blended into it. It was when his Scizor pointed a pincer in her direction that he looked down.
Now.. she didn't have a whole lot of knowledge with foreign Pokemon Leagues.. but this one? Oh, she recognized him. How could she not when he was but the only trainer to wear a suit of armor? A beautiful suit, too.. and a handsome face.
"Ah, Forgive me, madame! Twas not mine intention to startle! I hadn't an idea that anyone should be nearby. Please do forgive me for mine miscalculation." he bowed in apology, "Thou art unharmed, yes?" he lifted his head and held out his hand. Concern washing over his features.
She hesitated, but accepted his hand.
"..Yeah.. Yeah, I'm okay.." her voice small as she slid her Pokemon from her lap to the ground beside her.
A firm yet warm grasp as he helped her to her feet, straightening his posture as he did. She couldn't help but feel dwarfed by his sheer size.. wide and tall.. even without his armor he'd still tower over her. He stood taller as he gave a salute, his hand thumping firmly to his chest, his gaze drifting above her and the concern stripped from his face, now replaced with a stern look. Though it only lasted a moment until he looked back down to her, expression softening.
"I am Wikstrom. Elite Four member of the Kalos League. An introduction proper I felt was in order. Twould be impolite otherwise. Now, might I inquire to thy name?"
His manner of speech.. it was quite endearing in spite of being unconventional. She found him quite charming. Her Pokemon, a Cursola, finally pulled itself from its shell, lifting into the air behind her, its spectral husk forming into view.
"Ghostie. I'm.. just an artist. Nothing special--"
"Oh, far from it! Art is a wondrous thing! I'd say it's exceptionally special!"
The sudden boom of his voice was certainly a surprise, as was his comment. Quite the positive one, he was.
Depraved little thoughts about my favorite hunky knight that have me like:
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..me & Wikstrom.. except he's helping to dress and fit me with a suit of armor of my own.. but it gets a little.. steamy.. very hands-on..
ough.. idk.. if Wikstrom was that close to my legs as he was helping to tie the armor on, that his crotch was pressed against my ankle.. I think I'd honestly just die happy right there.
The inherent sexual nature of aiding your love in getting dressed in their armor.. or helping to remove it..
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Wikstrom would be so gentle.. so tender... he would be so skilled with his hands, having had lot of experience to apply his own armor that he would maybe take his time and make sure the armor is comfortable for me.. asking if it's too tight... slipping his finger(s) beneath the straps and plates to give a little wiggle just to check.. very slow... almost methodical... maybe he lingers his hands like that for a little in certain places..
...thinking about him lifting my leg to rest it on his own thick thigh... twice the size of my own... as he tend to the inner straps. It's easier to get at.. when there's nothing in the way, Y'know...
Him securing the breast plate and backplate from behind.. his head over my shoulder as he hums in my ear.. he's asking if everything is alright.. I'm biting my lips and nodding my head and looking away. He chuckles.
He's finishing up with the pauldrons and gauntlets.. occasionally looking up and smiling at me. A compliment to two... taking my hands.. kissing my fingers... calls me his loveliest knight...... I'm covering my face, and he gently pries my hands away with a smile only to kiss my forehead...
I'm... so deeply unwell for this man. Like.. I...
Listen.
If I helped him remove his armor... ough... I'd be so delicate.. very nervous.. he'd just tell me to take my time... no rush...
I get his guatlets and pauldrons off.. he teases and plays with my hands with his for a moment. He can't help but be a little silly to lighten the tension... it's only temporary, tho. cuz now he's without his breast plate and backplate... he's loosening his top.....
Asks if something is the matter cuz I've stopped.. I hesitate with my hands barely angled from my body towards his waist...
...no, no.. gotta remove his cuisses and greaves first. Help him kick off those sabatons... the cuisses have him feeling more aware of my presence and what is happening.... he tries not to stare... he looks away with a reddening face as he lifts his legs for me to get at the greaves easier...
.......but then I'd be left with the tasset and culet around his waist..... and suddenly the tension is thick and heated.
...his belt has already gone... it's just me.. him.. and that little bit of armor left.... he's still got his padded clothes underneath, but that does little to detract from the intimacy.... of my hands being so close to there... between his legs...
........oh to be his little wife.. helping him undress from his armor... and things get a little intimate, and our bodies close... could he resist pulling me close? Or would he allow the mood to take us both? ....I know he'd ask permission first...
..of course, I'd say yes. However, could I possibly refuse a man like him? I could never. Not when it's him.
also him: gets flustered at the mere thought of holding hands, anxious about and possibly over-planning a simple "hang out" day or small event. he's got the enthusiasm, it's okay.
I'm looking at your art and I realized!! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/midknightship/653643276419776512?source=share the armor here has big princess serenity gown design vibes
The gold circles on white!
yeah!!! You're right! It does!
if I wore dresses I'd get me a dress like that & match him with his fancy armor!
my design for his fancy armor details is actually based on and inspired by this little knight figure I found:
Wikstrom in a strawberry dress. Wikstrom in a strawberry dress. Wikstrom in a strawberry dress. Wikstrom in a strawberry dress. Wikstrom in a strawberry dress. Wikstrom-
gosh I wish I could draw that. He would look so good.
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