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[guzcast-blog]

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lets wrap it up, its been good.

[conretewings]

Hey @guzcast, here's your samurai ice-armor Mega Golisopod!

[supersquiddle]

An exact image of @guzcast​ continuously throwing money at me for commissions like the one for him above!

[paperwork-grunt]

I'm Paperwork Grunt

- I can't get enough of berry juice, soda pop and dried squid snacks.

- I'm from the Kanto region.

- I'll take anyone on in an arm wrestling match. Anyone.

- I am an OCD bundle of slowly deadening nerves and I like straightening ties and rebuttoning buttons.

- ...I miss my parents. Yes, they were cunts, but calling them wouldn't hurt that badly...right?

- I'm rather perverted, but keep it under professional control. If you hear me say anything lewd, it means I feel totally comfortable around you.

@gladionandnull @wildfirechild1989 @piemaker93 @guzcast @superfastsquiddle Something I kinda wrote on the fly. Seems like something all the grunts should do!

[phantommuze]

These two...

Scenes from @guzcast. It’s worth listening to at least one episode, guys~ I’ll learn how to draw Guzma and panel correctly one day.

Guzma and Plumeria belong to the Pokemon Company

[de-villain-blog]

Commission for @guzcast !!! 

[furioussigning-blog]

GUZCAST LIST

As I’ve been having troubles finding the ‘casts on the Tumblr App, I decided to post a list. Love ya, boss!

Session 1 Session 2 Session 3 Session 3.5 Session 4 Session 5 Part 1 Session 5 Part 2 Session 6 Session 7 Session 8 Session 9 Session 10 Session 11 Session 11.11 Session 12 Session 13 Session 14 Session 15 Session 16 Session 17 Session 18 Session 19

Will add more as more are released. C: @guzcast

[spooky-grunt]

The Little Pikachu That Could Pt. 2

“Goddammit he’s late again. Why hasn’t that yellow rat returned yet?” Mumbled a man with brown hair and an unlit cigarette dangling off his lips. He glanced at his watch. It was five minutes past five in the afternoon. He should’ve been here for the fight by now! “Hey Mitch” sidled a blond man. “What do you want, Pete?” mumbled the man, now lighting the said cigarette. “Where’s your Pikachu? Bitched out?” Mitch scowled. “Fuck you. He’s just late.” “He’s never been late before,” Commented the blond with a snide expression. “Shut your mouth or I’ll tell the Department what’s going on here.” Mitch whispered with full confidence. He knew full well Nanu would have this place shut down and investigated, leaving Officer Mitchell to walk away with a promotion and a closed case. Mitch looked around, trying to distract himself from thinking about his now very late Pikachu. There are pokemon fights, then there are pokemon fights. Often ending up in death or serious injuries.These type of battles are especially illegal, the penalty being life in prison. Mitch didn’t care though. He just wanted extra money to supply his retirement. The Alolan Police Department wasn’t paying enough, due to the lack of serious crimes. Team Skull wasn’t really a problem; he didn’t care in the slightest. The basement was filled with cigarette smoke and the chatter of “pokemon fighting” enthusiasts, those making bets and those hanging around to watch the bloodshed. It was a sickening sight for normal people. He glanced at his watch. Okay, now he was really pissed. That little yellow rat fucker was gonna get it! The first match was starting. The champion was a Rydon, its primary horn and fangs sharpened. The Rydon stomped into the makeshift ring and grunted, glaring at his challenger. The challenger was a seasoned Arbok, with tattoos cascading down his body, with a teardrop tattoo that matched his owner’s. The Arbok hissed in response to the Rydon as the bell rang, signaling the match to start.

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“So I was likes, ‘oh hey! The Sammiches!’ And den boss is likes, ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BOOTH?!’ “ Lil Grunt was sitting in a circle with each of her eeveelutions, each of them reacting in their own way. A flareon was cleaning its paw. A sylveon was listening intently. A leafeon was playing with one of sylveon’s ribbons. The only exception was an umbreon hiding in a shadowy corner of the room, sleeping peacefully. The flareon paused from licking its paw to stare at Lil. “I know you’ve heard this storys befores, but its my favorites!” She exclaimed. The flareon squeaked in response and resumed its cleaning. “Yoooo, Lil!” Big grunt called out from the other side of the door with a light knock. “Yayuh?” She responded, with an innocent glow in her eyes. “Have you seen Spooky’s eyeliner, by any chance?” “Why would I haves it?” “Just askin’. After this week’s orientation it seems weird.” “Noes, but I’ll keeps a lookouts!” Lil grunt was petting an eevee’s fluffy tail, making it squeal in delight and dance in circles. Big Grunt turned away and continued lumbering down the hall. On the walls were lopsided pictures of framed drawings, art done by none other than by the grunts themselves. Some were cute and innocent, while others were pretty dirty with the words, “choke me daddy”, “break my neck daddy” and various other fetish statements written on them. He smirked and shook his head at the art gallery from Guzma Hell. Upon reaching the end of the hallway, Big turned and scratched his back against the corner, like a bear. “Spooky you dingus,” He said to himself. “All this over eyeliner?” He heard rustling. Pausing in his bear duties, Big looked around the corner to find a peculiar sight: A pikachu doing its makeup in a hand mirror on the couch, using Spooky’s eyeliner. It was doing pretty good, too, considering his stubby little fingers. He seemed so pleased with himself too! Big Grunt smiled to himself. It was adorable at how the Pikachu was taking his time to make his eye makeup just like Spooky’s. “Hey Tesla, whatchu doing?” He asked gently. The pikachu named Tesla looked up, not expecting anyone to find him. He immediately blushed and jumped off the couch to run away. Big Grunt caught him and turned him around to see his cute little face. “Spooky was looking all over for her eyeliner. Didn’t expect you to have it!” Big said with a chuckle. But Tesla looked down, cringing in shame. “Pika...chu.” Big cocked his head. “What’s that?” “Pikachu,” He said again. “You don’t have to feel ashamed. Just ask before using stuff, okay?” He pet the little yellow pokemon with a big but gentle hand, rustling his newly-grown patches of fur from where his previous “trainer” beat him before. Big wanted to beat the everliving shit out of the scum who did that. Suppressing a scowl, Big put Tesla on his shoulders like he always would when hanging out in Spooky’s attic. She would be so happy to see her Tesla trying her makeup. Tesla leaned over and hugged Big Grunt’s neck, excitedly kicking his little feet as they made their way to the attic.