#also trying to catch at least one of every pokemon ever

[soft--dogs]

i ended up taking a 3 day weekend since i haven't taken a break in forever, but now it feels like i haven't drawn in 500 years xD i got really into pokemon again and finally beat scarlet, but now i really want to draw my team x) and maybe finally make a pokesona... :3c

#also trying to catch at least one of every pokemon ever #minus event pokemon and legendaries i missed out on lol #but first i have to GET TO WORK and draw some animal peeple :3c

[bogleech]

Also going to finally make a pinned post for all my stuff:

BOGLEECH - my tumblr blog is named after this website I created around 2002 and still update. Thousands of pages worth of content focusing on creature design as well as real biology. My review of the original Legend of Zelda monsters might be the most straightforward example of my articles. Links to some of the most popular content:

POKEMON REVIEW ARCHIVE: - I rate and review each and every single Pokemon, in Pokedex order, on its merits as a creature design. I also do so as someone whose favorite animals are all parasites.

DIGIMON REVIEW ARCHIVE - same, but more chaotic.

CREEPYPASTA COOKOFF ARCHIVE - for several years I hosted a yearly writing contest before it grew too big for me to keep up with. There are over a thousand user submitted horror, fantasy, sci fi and surrealist stories here emphasizing unconventional, original ideas you seldom see from the "creepypasta" community!

The original "MORTASHEEN" Monster Archive - since the early 2000's I've created and illustrated more than 800 creatures and counting for my own monster-catching world, now set for release as a tabletop RPG setting.

AWFUL HOSPITAL: SERIOUSLY THE WORST EVER (page one): an interactive comedy-horror-sci-fi webcomic I started in 2014 about a medical facility that could maybe be better.

Some of my other internet stuff:

PATREON - constant work makes my patreon updates inconsistent, but the content backlog goes back years with a huge amount of exclusive art and writing. I try to put up new exclusive stuff whenever I can.

ETSY - I design all sorts of original enamel pins like these, plus I sell zero-maintenance terrarium plants (just leave them in a jar!), original books and other things!

COLOR THE ABYSS (available on the above etsy!) - a 30 page educational deep sea coloring book! Includes a few famous favorites like giant isopods and hagfish, but mostly focuses on less popular, often much weirder animals.

UNBELIEVABLE BUGS - also regularly restocked in the etsy store, 30 of the strangest and most surprising arthropods most people have likely never heard of, illustrated by myself and @revretch, written for even the youngest kids to understand (but will likely teach you something new at any age)

My Itch.io and Ko-fi - both sell digital versions of my books, including some creepypasta collections and my first novel, "Return of the Living," about a world of entirely ghosts suddenly dealing with the appearance of ghost-hunting monsters.

TWITCH CHANNEL - I now try to stream something at least monthly, sometimes weekly when possible, from horror games to books and art.

YOUTUBE CHANNEL - archives my twitch streams and other little things.

INSTAGRAM - look at pictures of my huge weird collection of toys and Halloween collectibles

BLUESKY - I'm going to put mainly just updates to my stuff on here. SEE ALSO:

HUMANS-B-GONE - a science fiction animated series by my partner @revretch, about a world of kaiju-size, technologically advanced insects and arachnids to whom vertebrates like us are just pesky little "gubs." Also has a tumblr account @humansbgone

#art #pokemon #digimon #biology #animals #halloween #monsters #creature design #creepypasta #horror

[onestepbackwards]

A thought brought on a self aware post about bringing in Pokémon that the player has had for years. Could you imagine bringing in Pokémon from the games Pokémon Colosseum or Pokémon Colosseum XD? Not counting the very few wild ones you can catch in XD pretty much a majority of the Pokémon you get from these games are Shadow Pokémon. Pokémon who were stolen from their trainers, had their hearts forcefully closed so they could be nothing but fighting machines, and were used by one of the worse evil Pokémon groups to hurt people and Pokémon alike. Then the player comes along. They rescue them. They treat them kindly, battle with them, spend time with them, and once their hearts are open enough the player purified them which ends up finally freeing them. Maybe they know its a game, but they don't care. You freed them. You loved them, and you took them to your other games so that they could go on new adventures with you. They wear the National Ribbon they got for being purified with pride. When they get transferred into Arceus they are the most loving and protective Pokémon that Hisui has ever seen. The love they have for you is almost astonishing. If the Hero is aware that love is also given to them since they are the player's 'kid'. Of course they would love and protect the people that the player cares about. You care deeply about Ingo and feel so bad for him that your Pokémon will cuddle the guy and try to show their care toward him too. Heck, since having their hearts closed seems to mean they forget every fond memory that they had as first they might love on Ingo simply because they empathize with how it feels to forget everything important. Maybe the characters can see the ribbons they wear, and they wonder about them. Assuming the player communicates with anyone in the game maybe Ingo or the Hero (or both) ask about it, and the player explains. They are a bit horrified at the idea of people closing Pokémon's hearts, but they find it so sweet that you cared enough to heal every Shadow Pokémon that you got. And that you kept them with you for so many years. No wonder the Pokémon love you so much.

If they tell others about it then anyone who might have been weary of the player might be a bit more open to them now. Anyone who shows such love and kindness must be nice, right? Maybe they can get to know them like Ingo and the Hero have. Could see this having unintended consequences with regards to Volo's delusions about the player though. Upon hearing about the shadow stuff I think that might cement his belief that the player is the 'true' better god. Of course they are a better god then Arceus. They are kinder. They actually do something to improve the lives of others themselves unlike Arceus. All the more proof that you are the kinder better 'true' god to Volo. Don't know I just like the thought of what sort of effect bringing in Pokémon like ex-shadow Pokémon might have for the player and the people in Hisui.

😭😭🥺💕

This is so sweet to imagine

Your beloved pokemon you saved YEARS ago still loving you and following orders, protective to the very end. Probably some of the most fierce pokemon in Hisui, if anyone you battle has anything to say about it.

It would certainly at least make you look good for all the people who are wary about you.

But like you mentioned, Volo would probably dive deeper into his delusion. Since he doesn’t know the full context, why wouldn’t he assume more about you being a true god?

#zed.talks #ask #anon #self aware au #self aware pokemon #long post

[alteon77]

The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications: Chapter 6

It's a tale as old as time.

Two idiots fall in love. Two idiots fall out of love.

Neither one of them is expecting a baby to come along and derail their unhappily ever after.

Chapter One here, AO3 here, Masterlist here

Chapter Summary: A sentient television that's also a life coach appears in May's dreams. Morpheus learns about Twilight, and compromises are finally made.

In her room, May sits on her bed and tries her damnedest to relax. Viego had jokingly told her that she had all of the blankets in the house, and while she had laughed at the time, the eleven inch tall, incredibly heavy heap of them on top of her kinda feels like it might actually be every one they own. Not that she would ever admit this to her brother, mostly because he tends to get extra sassy for a week or two if she lets him think he's right about anything, and she's not going to deal with that. At least not with everything going on in her life at the moment.

Behind May, there's a mountain of pillows crammed between her back and the headboard and she's got a ball of yarn in her lap. Her two short, thin knitting needles click and clack rhythmically in her hands as she focuses half of her attention on the tiny sweater she's making and half of her attention on the Dateline episode playing in the background. She's not quite sure why she's been so fixated on true crime shows lately, but everytime Viego catches her watching one, he makes a face, the kind of face that says he's considering locking up all the knives in the house and barricading his door at night. 

Which is hilarious. Really. 

Mostly because May's not actually the violent type, but if she were the kind of entity to take part in the odd homicide here or there, then there are at least a dozen instances where she'd been justifiably pissed enough at Viego to warrant trying to kill him. What she's saying basically is that his mother-henning over her (and that's totally what he's doing whether or not he wants to own up to it) isn't going to be the thing that causes his death by her hand. 

Of course, it's all really a moot point since May isn't a murderer, and she imagines that if she were to start a career of taking lives, she wouldn't begin with her own family, for fuck's sake. 

Her mind blanks, and she shakes her head in confusion at the curious sensation. What the hell had she been thinking about? Something with Viego and the way he grimaces whenever he catches her watching true crime stuff. May frowns at the strange white spot in her memory. She's pretty sure that she's already getting pregnancy brain, and given that she's barely sleeping and definitely keeping absolutely no food down, she guesses she shouldn't be surprised by that. Then again, her issues with remembering things could also have more to do with the massive amount of stress she's been dealing with lately..

And there has definitely been stress. The truth is that things have been… tense in her new house. For the past week Morpheus has been coming by once or twice a day, and Viego… hates it. Or, she supposes it would be more accurate to say that Viego hates him. It's not enough that the father of her child is near silent and angrily awkward during these little visits, but to have Viego spend the entirety of them glaring at Morpheus like he wants to wring his neck is freaking her out six ways to Sunday. And of course Morpheus, who has always been an ass where Viego is concerned, doesn't even try to play nice. There have been no less than four occasions where she was pretty sure she was going to have to break them up from a proper scuffle, like two boys in a schoolyard fighting over damned Pokemon cards.  

Not that she's the Pokemon card in this metaphor. Oh no. That honor belongs solely to the kid growing inside of her, which is more than a bit… dehumanizing. Can she even say dehumanizing given that she's not actually a human? May doesn't know, but she's going to go with it regardless. It makes her feel like nothing but an incubator, like she's just here to carry and birth the baby and that's it. Every time Morpheus comes to see her, she catches him stealing glances at her stomach, staring at the very, very slight swell there like he's entranced or something. Months ago, she would have taken pleasure in teasing him, would have playfully welcomed him to come and sit at her side and try to talk to it or something. But now… now when he realizes that she can see what he's doing, he usually clenches his jaw and looks away, unwilling to bear her gaze on him.  

And it… hurts.  

It hurts a lot. 

Before she can dwell too much on that, though, her television starts acting up. It makes a weird grinding noise, the picture on the screen flickering as the whole things begins shaking violently. May stares in horrified, wide-eyed fascination as two long, seemingly flexible tubes sprout from the side of it, the black plastic of these new appendages gleaming in the light of her bedside lamp.  

Wait. What?

"Young lady, why are you watching this?" A voice demands in a high pitched British accent, and it takes May an embarrassingly long time to figure out that it's the TV that's speaking.  

Which… is fair, she feels like. She hasn't really came across a ton of televisions that talk and… have arms? Are those arms? May really doesn't understand exactly what is going on here, but she thinks she ought to respond. "Um… excuse me?"

The sentient electronic harrumphs at her. Properly harrumphs. Like a stern English nanny. "You are far too immature to view this sort of programming," it admonishes. "Let's see if we can find something more age appropriate for you." 

The image on the screen changes, and May gapes open-mouthed at Dora the Explorer telling Swiper to stop swiping. It's… a kid's cartoon. Did she just… get insulted by an electronic device? Had her TV really just called her immature? What the hell has her life came to that she's got to deal with snippy televisions now? What's next? Is her car going to start yelling at her for speeding? Is her toaster going to call her a slob for never cleaning it?  

All May knows for certain is that this particular television is obviously a super salty, super petty bitch, one that seems pretty judgey of her. She knows that she should probably just ignore it, just refuse to engage in an argument. 

But, nah. The gauntlet has been thrown. 

"I am not a child!" May sputters indignantly. "I'm literally thousands of years old which is kind of the exact opposite of a child." 

Those new spindly arms wiggle like they're figuring out how exactly to work before they're crossed just under the screen, and it reminds May of nothing so much as the pose an angry mom might take while getting on to her kids. "You're handling your relationship like a child, and you refuse to seek help despite the severity of your condition. Like a child." 

"I…" May struggles to address either of those accusations. The damn thing isn't completely wrong. She knows that there's something not quite right with her body and this pregnancy, that she's waaaay sicker than she should be, but getting medical attention is a little more complicated than the TV is making it out to be. For starters, who would she even go to? She's not human, and any maker healer who could help her has either been forcibly conscripted into the war raging on her home world, has been killed for refusing to be conscripted, or is so adept at hiding that it would take a miracle to find them. 

And as for her and Morpheus' relationship, Tina the fucking television can go blow a fuse for all May cares. Every day that she politely tolerates her ex's obviously reluctant, very grumpy presence is a day she is acting like an adult. Full stop.  

"Look, my health and my lovelife are none of your business, Tina. So back off." 

The TV shudders violently, thick plumes of smoke rising from its top, and May gets the strangest impression that it's trying to… trying to move from where it's mounted on the wall. "My name," it yells angrily, "is Tammy!" 

Legs start growing from the bottom of it, and May grabs the remote beside her to press the power button as hard as she can, like that'll actually turn it off or something.  

Which, surprise surprise, it doesn't.   

In fact, it kind of seems to piss Tammy off even more.  

May is at a loss for how exactly to deal with the soon-to-be walking, possibly homicidal television that apparently really really has it in for her. She clutches the remote tightly in her hand, ready to use it as a weapon if she has to, but it doesn't end up getting flung at the TV. Oh no. There will be no such dignity for her. When a darkly-clad figure just appears out of nowhere in the corner of her room, she chucks it at him like she's throwing a spear. It's only several seconds after she's done this that she realizes it's Morpheus standing there, looking as gorgeous as usual while he catches her hastily flung projectile with ease mere seconds before it can hit his nose. He glares at her and then flicks his eyes to the TV, which at once stills and returns back to its normal, inanimate state.  

"You are dreaming," he informs her, his voice low and smooth.  

No shit, she wants to say even as she bites her tongue to stop herself from doing that. They've been civil to one another this past week, polite even, and she'll be damned if she's going to be the one responsible for breaking their temporary peace. "Yeah. I uh… I think I got that," she responds instead, though she's unable to keep a healthy dose of sarcasm from her tone as she does so. Her heart still thunders in her chest, and she presses an open palm on it like that might calm it down. "Where's the door?"

Morpheus studies her for a moment before he stalks forward, closing the distance between them to return her makeshift weapon to her. He extends it to her like an olive branch, a rectangular one made of shiny black plastic and adorned with rubbery buttons on its front. "I believe I have managed to address the issue of the portal that was connected to my realm. If I have succeeded, then it should not bother you again." 

Right. His realm. It's only his now despite that it had once been theirs. Rationally, she knows she has no claim on the Dreaming, that it will never again be her home considering everything that's gone on between her and Morpheus, but irrationally it still hurts to hear him take back complete ownership of it. She had loved that realm, had loved it more than she'd ever loved any other world, and the reminder that she no longer has the right to even visit there is like a knife in the heart. May won't say that aloud either, though. She's starting to figure out that navigating this potentially explosive relationship with Morpheus is going to involve the both of them learning how to keep their mouths shut for the sake of not setting the other off. "Then… what are you doing here?" 

Morpheus stiffens, going tense as if he's upset at her for daring to ask him why he's doing something. "I… remain unsure as to whether any injury you receive in your dreams will transfer over to your physical form." 

May frowns. "Sooo, you're just going to… What? Monitor me while I sleep from now on?" 

"Yes." 

She snorts out a laugh, all too aware that that's a baaad idea for a couple of reasons, chief of which being how often a version of him appears in them. Usually naked. Almost always fucking her into whatever solid surface her mind has conjured up. Sometimes cuddling with her afterwards and professing his undying love to her. 

God, she's pathetic.  

"No, you're not going to do that," May tells him, still laughing despite the horror she feels at the idea of Morpheus ever walking into one of those dreams.  

He glowers as if she's just some lowly, insignificant thing, and she thinks she could smack him for that particular look. "What did you just say to me?" he growls, and she's suddenly very aware that he's still standing near to her, close enough that he's on the fringes of her personal space bubble. It's more than a little intimidating. 

She forges on anyway. As determined as she is to try and stay civil with him, she refuses to let him continue stepping right over her boundaries. "I said no. As in, my dreams are my own personal business, and you shouldn't be in them."

He scoffs derisively. "I am free to involve myself with anything that has to do with my function, May Westin. That assuredly includes your dreamscape." 

May huffs out a sigh and crosses her arms. "Were you watching me sleep again?" 

"You are asking how I, Dream of the Endless, knew you slumbered? Shall I explain my duties to you anew?" His pointer finger on his right hand twitches ever so slightly, one of the few tells he has when he's lying, and May narrows her eyes at him in suspicion. 

"No, I know what your duties entail. I'm asking you if you were out there in the Waking standing over me like a stalker while I slept." 

His face doesn't change because he can rock that mask of impassivity like nobody else she's ever met, but his eyes flicker for a fraction of a second in what May can only describe as guilty embarrassment. "Again, my function includes-"

"You totally were, weren't you?" she cuts in, unwilling to listen to his blatant bullshit on the matter. 

"I…" He glances away, and May thinks that if he were human, he would probably blush as he did so. "Perhaps." 

Well, at least he admitted it. Begrudgingly. But still she guesses that's something. "Okay. Then we've got to talk about the creepy Edward Cullen thing, Morpheus." 

His expression finally shifts, morphing into one of puzzlement as if he's trying to suss out what it is she's just said to him. He sits gracefully on the edge of her bed, settling on the plush, floral comforter like it's just another throne for him. It's completely unfair how he always manages that, how he can look so damn regal even when he shouldn't, and her stomach swoops at the sight in what could be either lust or a fresh bout of morning sickness. She's honestly not sure which anymore, but she's leaning towards it being lust when she starts vividly imagining him naked there as she climbs atop him, starts imagining herself rolling her hips as he groans beneath her, his hands clutching at her waist to steady her as she rides him with needful abandon.  

May bites her lip. These freakin' pregnancy hormones are really going to kill her when it's all said and done, and she forcibly tries to think of kittens or the Grand Canyon or standing in line at the DMV. Anything, really, to stop her from accidentally showing him what she's almost desperate to do, which in this moment is to fervently fuck him with all the desire that a solid two months of pent up lust can bring a girl. 

"I've no idea the meaning of those words," he confesses slowly, studying her oddly like she's broadcasting every filthy thought in her head in surround sound, and May hopes against hope that he's not actually picking up on what the smutty part of her brain is putting down. 

"Um…" she stammers, her cheeks uncomfortably warm in what she knows is a spectacular blush. "What?"

"Your continued references to Edward Cullen," he supplies helpfully.  

Right. Right. Twilight. She can… She can totally focus on that.  

"It's a…" May blows out a breath. It feels familiar, painfully familiar, to have to explain pop culture references to him. Despite that Dream has the entire collective unconsciousness kicking about in his awareness, he's still woefully clueless when it comes to much of anything about real life mortals. For her and Viego, blending in had been a useful skill, an important one. It had served to keep them hidden and alive in a world full of humans for many millennia, so she had made it a point to try and teach Morpheus how to better interact with the mortals they met when they took their sporadic trips together into the Waking. Though honestly, he had always seemed as if he thought these lessons were a waste of his time, and he had been the absolute worst student while she attempted to educate him on not acting quite so…. other around humans. "There's this book series that got turned into a bunch of films, and in them the main male character, Edward Cullen, is a vampire who sneaks into the main female character's room to watch her while she sleeps." 

"I… understand," he says in a way that lets her know he probably doesn't understand at all. "She is his prey then?" 

A smile tugs at her lips, and May looks down to hide it. "Nooooot exactly. They, um… get married, have a baby, and are fighting off a whole group of enemy vampires by the fifth movie." 

He regards her shrewdly as if he's positive that she's having a laugh at his expense. "Surely you jest." 

"Nope. Afraid not. It was a really popular franchise. Viego took me to see the fourth movie." 

"Viego? Why would he do such a thing?"

May bites her lower lip and stoically resists the need to laugh uproariously at the memory. "Not by choice. He, um, lost a bet with me and part of the terms of that bet were that he would have to wear a team Jacob shirt to the theater when we went." 

"Team… Jacob?" 

"Oh, yeah . I forgot to tell you about that in my super brief summary. He's the werewolf who makes the third point in the story's love triangle." 

His brows draw together, his forehead creasing. "I… have no words." 

"That's probably for the best. Viego had a ton of them- words, I mean- on the subject, more than I ever wanted to hear in a lifetime really. He ended up getting us kicked out of the movie when he loudly booed the wedding scene and threw popcorn at the screen while it was going on." May finally loses that fight with her laughter, giving in without intending to. Something in Morpheus' face seems to soften at the sight of her cracking up over Viego's antics, and it encourages her to continue on talking. "You want to know what the really weird part of that whole fiasco was?" 

"Because all the rest of what you've told me concerning this has been so very normal?" he questions dryly, a faint smirk playing on his lips.  

May ignores that because she doesn't think he'll understand that it was normal to a lot of people. "Viego… I think he really was team Jacob. At the end of the third movie when Bella, the main female character, decides she's going to marry that Edward guy, Viego went off on a two hour long rant about how Jacob was clearly the better choice and that she was an idiot for sticking it out with a vampire that was clearly way too old for her and flew a billion red flags." 

"Red… flags?" 

She nods. "Yeah. I mean I was team Edward, but he definitely did some sus things."

His nose scrunches up in the closest approximation she's ever seen him get to a WTF face. "You were team Edward? Whatever for?" 

May sighs heavily. "Because broody, pale assholes are unfortunately my type," she relays to him before she can really think about it, and when she realizes what stupidity she's just word-vomited out loud, she glances up wide-eyed at him. He looks extremely, extremely unimpressed by her answer. "Shit. Sorry… I didn't mean…"  

"What were the questionable things that you mentioned of this Edward's behavior?" he asks roughly, like he's forcing himself to be calm while he changes the subject, and May is strangely grateful to him for that. He's not the type to stick his foot in his mouth, but he knows that May is. And having him give her an out from this thorny and mortifying occurrence of it is… well, almost sweet. 

"He… tried to control where she went and who she saw, and he would sneak into her room and just stare at her while she slept." 

"I see. Despite that it is an odd way to woo a potential partner, this was clearly some sort of courting ritual on his part."

"They were all stalkerish things to do, period," May corrects. "And while we're on the subject of stalkerish behaviors, we've got to have a chat about Matthew." 

He goes blank, his mask of apathy slipping back over his features in a split second. "What of him?" 

"He seems to be under some ridiculous notion that he has to stay outside in the damn trees and spy on me."

There isn't an ounce of shame or contrition on his face as he nods once in confirmation of this. "Of course. I ordered him to do so." 

"Well, unorder him to do so," May says and when he predictably opens his mouth to argue, she cuts him off quickly. "He's more than welcome to just come in and hang out with me. I've always liked Matthew. His company… isn't a bother. At all." 

Morpheus regards her in confusion. "Very well. You are aware, however, that he is reporting to me." 

"Whaaaat? I'm completely shocked. Oh. Wait. Never mind actually." She scoffs at him. "Of course I knew he was reporting back to you. Why else would you have him stationed around my house like he was the world's cutest security camera?" She won't admit that it makes her feel safe, that knowing there is a constant link to an Endless who can get to her in a fraction of a second is hella comforting. Mostly she won't say this to him because she doesn't want to encourage his annoying tendency to spy but also… also because she doesn't want to own up to the fact that she might ever need him for anything.  

Morpheus makes a face, probably because she'd called his raven the world's cutest, like he's a puppy with a giant fluffy mullet and not at all like he's the esteemed companion to an Endless. But it's the truth. Matthew is adorable, and May would absolutely die on that hill.  

Nonetheless, she's got to finish hammering this thing out with Morpheus. It's not okay with her that she's being watched so much, that he's putting her friend in the difficult position of having to tell him things that are frankly none of his concern.  

She doesn't even get the chance to speak, though, because Morpheus beats her to it. "Then in the spirit of honesty between us, he informed me that you have been quite… ill of late." 

She's stunned, and she feels herself go tense with indecision. In the spirit of honesty is what he'd said. Should she tell him? Should she admit to him that she's been sick enough that it's starting to really worry her? "I… Morning sickness sucks." Unable to bear the way he's looking at her, she lets her eyes drift downwards to stare at the geometric design on her top blanket like it's particularly fascinating. "Viego found this tea that was supposed to help, but… I don't think it is." 

"Can I… Is there anything you need?" he asks her, his voice quiet, an uncharacteristic falter in his words. For some reason, she gets the overwhelming impression that he wants to reach out to her in comfort.  

It reminds her too much of his affection, of his care, and May's eyes burn as they well with tears. Once, she'd had that from him, and this kindness towards her wouldn't have been out of place in the slightest then, but… no longer. Thinking about the loss of him, the loss of their relationship, is a little like jabbing a serrated blade straight into her already bruised heart. "No… no. I'm… fine." 

"You do not… seem well." 

I'm not, she wants to say. She's so fucking far from well that it's pathetic, but… she can't explain that to him. She doesn't have a ton of pride left, but she's definitely got enough that she can't bring herself to let him know him how weak she really is due to the pregnancy.  

His brow furrows and his lips purse like he's disappointed at her or something. "And the fainting? Have you suffered from another such occurrence of it since your collapse on the pier? 

Fuck. She resists the childish urge to cover her ears with her hands and sing la, la, la, la, la at the top of her lungs in an effort to avoid this conversation. It makes her think that Tammy the television might have maybe, possibly had a teeny tiny point. But May doesn't want to do this with him, doesn't want to hear that concern in his voice that reminds her of when he used to love her enough to to be concerned. Now, she knows it's just the baby and the responsibility he feels towards it that's driving him to act like this. "It's fine. I'm… fine. The baby's fine." 

He purses his lips again, and May decides that she's going to name that expression his lip-purse-of-doom. There's a dirty joke in there somewhere, but she swears she can't scourge it up in her fuzzy mind to save her life. "You are attempting to deceive me," he accuses.

"No. I just… really don't want to talk about this. And… it's not really any of your business. I'm not any of your business, which is why… we're gonna need to set some ground rules on what Matthew is allowed to share with you."  

"Allowed?" 

May's lips thin out into an irritated line. Sometimes, she really thinks that him being so obtuse is just an act, one meant to frustrate her into giving in to his demands out of a sheer desire not to have to tediously clarify things to him. "Yes. Allowed. You know what I'm saying to you, and I won't have your raven telling you every little thing about my life." 

He lips pucker as if he's been sucking on lemons, and it's a ridiculously sexy look on him. Seriously, what in the hell is wrong with her? "It is imperative that I-" 

"I don't care," May interrupts sternly, aware that she needs to leave him no wiggle room where he can try and wear her down. "Again, I will repeat that you don't have a right to that anymore. I'm open to Matthew sticking by my side to let you know if I'm ever in danger, but… what goes on with me personally is just…. It has nothing to do with you now."

"Nothing to do with me? We are to have a child together," he hisses, "and you would dare to inform me that I am not permitted to know the minutiae of your life?" 

"Because you're not. And I'm really trying to compromise with you on some of this stuff. I could have Viego ban Matthew from crossing the boundary of the wards tomorrow if I wasn't." 

He scoffs, the sound contemptuous. "Compromise. I am coming to utterly loathe that concept." 

"Well, you should probably get used to it. Like you've said, we're going to have a kid together. With the awkward co-parenting thing, there are going to be loads of compromises to be made between us."

He stills and then appears thoughtful for a moment, considering. "You believe we should learn how to… manage these inconsistencies in what we both want before the child is born. I… cannot fault such logic." 

May is taken aback in shock. "Did we just… agree on something?" 

His mouth curves up in an enexpected,  barely there smile. "Perhaps, but I… Will you answer me this honestly? The morning sickness worries you, does it not?" His voice is so… gentle as he asks this, his hand twitching like he might stretch it out to rest on her back in sympathy, and May is suddenly, irrationally furious at him. Everything between them is so broken, so stilted, and it's at least partially his fault. He'd been done with her, irrefutably done, and to have him now looking so earnestly tender at her just kind of pisses her off.  

Which is probably why she snaps. "What do you think? I can't keep any food down, and I hurt constantly, and I'm so tired that I don't even want to get out of bed, and my magic-" May catches herself before she can finish that sentence, closing her mouth shut so quickly that her poor teeth clack together. Shit, shit, shit. Cursing herself for her stupidity, she knows that she's messed up in mentioning anything about her disappearing powers to him, but it's not like she can take the words back now. 

He straightens up like a pointer hound on the scent of a wounded fox. "What of your magic?" 

"Nothing. It's fine." 

Tight-lipped, he asks her, "Why do you persist in lying to me?" 

"I'm not lying."

He scowls, and her stomach flip flops in something that definitely isn't lust. Bile rises up in her throat, and she knows she's going to be sick. Morpheus, unaware of this, keeps right on with their argument. "A lie of omission is still very much a lie. What is it you refuse to tell me?" 

"Listen, I need to wake up," she informs him as calmly as she can, swallowing thickly as she fights the urge to start heaving up what little bit of food she'd managed to eat that day. 

"No. Not until you've given me the truth." 

"I think I'm going to be sick, so unless you want me to choke to death on my own vomit, stop holding me here and let me go." 

His eyes bore into her, scrutinizing her as if she's just a bug on display waiting for him to pin her wings down. "If you must waken, then use your magic to pull yourself from the dream." 

"What? Don't be a jerk, okay. Just-" 

Unblinking, he observes her. "Unless you are incapable of it." 

"You're being ridiculous." She can feel the blood draining from her face, though.

He looks her over with an assessing stare, and she knows that he knows, that he's figured out exactly what she didn't want him to. "You have no powers, do you?" 

May gets to her feet in the dreamscape. Christ, but she wants to punch him. "Damn it, Morpheus. Get out of my head." 

"Then pay me the courtesy of being honest with me. You speak of compromise as one of the skills we must learn before our child is born, and I shall add another to that list. Truth, May. I am willing to compromise with you only so long as you are willing to cease this dishonesty with me." 

Her chest heaves in newfound panic as she stares at him, wondering over what she should do. She doesn't want to tell him a damn thing, but… he's not exactly wrong. They are going to be parents eventually, and it's not crazy for him to want the truth from her while they figure out how to navigate some of these issues.  

"All right… I…I  don't," she admits cautiously, her body trembling at the possibility of how he'll react. His temper has always been a problem, but when he’d loved her he had been more than content to gentle it around her, to keep calm in her presence no matter how bad their disagreements ever got. But… he doesn't love her anymore, and she's discovered in the wake of this fact that his anger is frightening as hell. May draws in a ragged breath. "My kind… lose our magic when we're pregnant." 

"I see. Were you to tell me this? Was I to know-" 

She crosses her arms over her chest as if she's trying to protect herself. "Look… being weak in front of anyone is… fucking terrifying. You… especially." 

He rears back like she's hit him, confusion and sorrow told in his features. "You believe I would… hurt you?" 

May doesn't answer for several moments, trying to think of how to diplomatically respond with a giant yes in a way that doesn't start another argument. "I'm just… on edge at the moment," she hedges. "I think with everything that's gone on in the past few months, I'm entitled to feel that way."  

His eyes blaze at this, a fire of his fury that's just been lit amidst the void black of them, and his hands clench into fists as his jaw tightens. "Perhaps you would feel less on edge in the safety of the Dreaming."

The fucking anthropomorphic personification. May almost throws her remote at him again. Is he really back on this? "Please tell me you're kidding. I thought we had agreed." 

"That was before I knew you were completely defenseless," he lashes out, his tone so deep that her dreamscape rumbles alarmingly.  

May can't help the way she stiffens in panic.  

His mood, mercurial as ever, flickers back and forth like a dying light bulb in a poorly lit room, making everything switch from bright to dark before she can even blink. It… scares her. She doesn't think it makes her a coward to admit to fear where his anger is concerned, and she reminds herself that Viego had designed their current wards so that nobody, not even an Endless, could shift another out of the house without spoken consent. "I'm okay. Can we… not do this?" She hates how small her voice sounds, how afraid she feels.  

"You are asking me to ignore the fact that you are utterly defenseless in this realm-" 

"I'm safe," she interrupts. "Viego's wards are-" 

"Wholly insufficient seeing that I traipsed right through them just weeks ago when I brought you home after your collapse in my realm." 

"They were set up so that you could always get in if you wanted. Not all of us banish people from our existence just because we're upset with them." 

It also probably had a lot to do with the fact that she still loved him, that she'll likely never stop loving him. When faced with the possibility of removing him completely from her life, she had been unable to take that final step, unable to visit the same shitty behavior on him that he'd easily shown to her. 

Of course, she doesn't say any of this. She won't ever say any of this. Not to him, at least. Her one-sided love makes her seriously hate herself. For fuck's sake, he'd yelled at her and kicked her out of her home, scaring her half to death then with the rage she could feel thrumming just under his skin, like he'd been so angry he could kill her if she dared to fight back. And May knows that he had been more than capable of it, that she had been lucky to escape his wrath without worse punishment. She's never lied to herself about what kind of entity she'd willingly crawled into bed with, never been idiotic enough to try and convince herself that he hadn't done terrible, morally reprehensible things to past lovers.  

She'd just never thought that he would do them to her.   

Despite that she had felt those stirrings of attraction to him during that very first meeting of theirs, it had only been after their ordeal in Roderick Burgess' basement that she'd even considered starting a relationship with him because she had believed he'd changed. She had thought (stupidly, she now knows) that captivity had altered him in some fundamental way, that he was kinder for it, more aware of the effects his actions might have on others. 

He had seemed regretful when he'd finally confessed his past deeds to her, and May had bought that regret- hook, line, and sinker- from him for a long long time, right up until the moment he'd turned his fierce, savage temper on her.   

Her admission about the warding brings him up short, however, and his whole body goes taut. "Upset? You believe I was merely upset? " He questions witheringly, his expression acidic in its fury. "Surely you were not foolish enough to think of my vitriol towards you then as something so mild?" 

That stings, and her stomach twists again as a fresh wave of nausea comes over her. " Don't call me foolish. I just… would really appreciate it if you could refrain from saying anything else cruel. I know that's pretty much your default setting, but I don't need you to make me feel any more pathetic than I already do. Okay? Thanks. " 

He's static before her, unmoving, the way that a snake gets before it strikes out and sinks its venomous fangs into a defenseless prey animal. May has no delusions that she'd be anything other than the prey animal in this little equation of him and her, and not for the first time, she wonders what in the hell she's actually gotten herself into. 

He clenches his fists more tightly at his side. "My… apologies," he grits out, the words rough. "I did not intend to… upset you" 

"It's… fine." 

"Do not use that word again," he seethes. "You are not fine. This situation is not fine. There is nothing that could conceivably be considered fine in any of this." 

She inhales sharply. "Okay. Sure. Nothing is fine right now. Is that what you want to hear? That I'm fucking scared? That I'm barely holding it together? That I'm terrified to bring a baby into the mess of my life where I'm currently being hunted like an animal? That I am horrified at the idea of having a child with an entity that hates my guts?" 

His face darkens. "If you would only come back to the Dreaming with me-" 

"And what, Morpheus? Should I come back to the Dreaming with you and subject myself to your attitude? Have a kid while I'm trapped in your realm? Worry that one day you'll get pissed enough to banish me again and keep our child for yourself?" 

Everything goes silent, her accusation hanging heavy in the air between them. 

He visibly recoils, stunned by what she's just said. "You… cannot believe me capable of such a thing." 

"I don't know what you're capable of. Not anymore. I honestly don't think I ever did." 

He glares at her, and she's sure he has some asshole response to that, something callous and biting to throw back at her, but he doesn't get the opportunity to destroy her with it this time. Her stomach gives one last somersault, and May snaps awake, rolling from her bed to sprint towards the washroom. She falls hard to her knees, barely managing to get the lid up before she's getting disgustingly sick yet again.

It's her fourteenth time that day, so she supposes she's not really surprised by it. Not anymore. But what does surprise her is when she feels the cold cloth on the back of her neck, the gentle hands catching stray strands of her hair and brushing them back from her face. She thinks that Viego must have came back, that it has to be her brother tending to her, but when she looks up with teary eyes, she's utterly shocked to see Morpheus there, crouched down on the balls of his feet as he regards her worriedly. 

Her face flushes bright red in embarrassment. She doesn't want anyone to see her like this, least of all him. "Go away," she mutters as she closes the lid to the toilet and pulls the handle down to flush it. All of her aches, from her head down to her legs, and she can't… do this with him right now.  

"I will not leave you alone in this state," he tells her, his voice as firm as his stubborn resolve. "Do you require assistance to stand?" 

Her body trembling, her muscles worn out with fatigue, and she shakes her head anyway. "No. I've got it." 

He ignores her like he knows she's just being obstinate, bracing her with a hand on her elbow as she gets to her feet and carefully makes her way to the sink so she can brush her teeth and drink a glass of water. He stays right by her side while she does this, like he's frightened she might faint, and months ago she would have thought him sweet for it, but in their current situation it just… hurts.   

Everything with him hurts these days.  

"Is there anything… that might settle your stomach?" he asks lightly, probably mindful of their most recent fight. "Is there anything you need… or want?"

"No, thank you." She's aware that she sounds brittle, hollowed out. "I'm just going to… rest some more." She can't look at him, can't bear to see the pity in his face.  

"Very well," he finally allows, his voice so tender that it makes her eyes burn with fresh tears. "If you require me for anything, you will summon me immediately through Matthew. Might… we agree on that at least?" 

"Sure," she mumbles. "I can… I can do that." She still can't lift her eyes to his, still isn't brave enough to glance up at him. 

"Will you permit me to help you back to your bed?" 

May shakes her head again, and it makes her feel dizzy. "No… I've got it, but thanks." 

"Then… I shall wait to take my leave until you are comfortably settled into it." 

"You don't have to do that." 

"Please let me… help you." May flicks her gaze to him at last, stunned to hear the please that's tumbled from his lips. He's never been the type to plead for anything, and for him to do so is shocking as hell to her. What she sees makes her heart squeeze tightly. He's troubled, clearly concerned for her. His eyes have faded back into their usual blue, but there are no stars or universes within them as if he's so anxious that they cannot manifest.

"Morpheus…."  

"You could consider it a compromise between us. I… only wish to know that you are… cared for, and it is not something that should be difficult for you to allow me."

Self-deprecation twists her guts, but eventually she nods anyway, giving in to him and hating herself for it. "I… okay. If it's that big of a deal to you." 

"It is," he tells her, and he seems so sincere as he does that she could almost believe his concern has something to do with her and not just the child she's currently growing. 

Nonetheless, he dutifully follows her to her bed, watching as she climbs into it and reaching out to assist her as she tugs her covers up over herself. He looks almost… fidgety, like he wants to… do more, like he's yearning to console her, to hold her, to… something.  

He's an enigma wrapped up in a mystery wrapped up in the origins of the universe, and May is far too fucking tired to try and figure him out in the moment. Before he goes, he walks over to her window and pulls it open. As her eyes get increasingly heavy, May doesn't quite know what he's doing until Matthew flies in and lands on the sill of it where they speak in low whispers, probably so Morpheus can relay his orders to the poor guard raven.  

The last thing she's aware of is Matthew landing near her as she drifts off into unconsciousness, fading quickly into an unnaturally restful sleep. And for the first time in ages, she has beautiful dreams, ones so full of peace and love that she thinks she doesn't want to ever wake up from the contentment of them. Though she knows she will.

Dreams have, after all, always been such fleeting things. 

NEXT CHAPTER

#morpheus x oc #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #sandman fic #morpheus fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #sandman x reader #sandman fanfiction #morpheus fic #sandman oc #BBHAP

[jils-things]

hii jil !! for the ask game, if you haven’t already — i’d love to hear even more about jaide, so; 6 & 10? <3

SARA HALLU 🥺🥺🥺🥺💚💚 I APPRECIATE IT!!

6. does your self insert have any pets? Pokemon?

OK SO. YEAH. everything's pretty much explained here!

she caught them all from her encounters as a trainer but for me personally i like to think jaide's actual token pet is to.gepi (she affectionately nicknamed pipino) she only had him recently from an interesting incident :3c she doesn't want to let him battle because she babies him a bit too much 🥺🥺💚

quick run down!

• galla.de (remy) - her partner pokemon! gallade tends to drags her out of danger because shes too reckless 🔥 also funne contrast to jaide stone having a garde.voir 🔥🔥

• blazik.en (chuy) - big shoutout to my friend who big brain'd on this - anyway, kid!red got a torchi.c for kid!jaide before she left for joht.o. a parting gift for her :3

• leafeo.n (vivi) - i dont have much input, but another contrast to jaide stone who has a gla.ceon :3

• ma.ntine - caught in her alol.a trip. the funniest thought I ever had with this is jaide going waterskiing with man.tine pulling her and she's zooming by so quickly and it scares the hell out of red and blue who's just chillin with lap.ras and gya.rados respectively 😭😭😭

• reuni.clus - i only considered adding this one recently so i dont have much input yet! it also looks like a pkmn jaide would have.... i mean look at the face! (i plan to catch one in my new bw2 save hehe)

extra bit - jaide has... A LOT of 'mons, so this is only one set for sure 😭 she could have several sets of teams because shes a catcher and has been to nearly every region at this point! a few pokemons i'd like to mention however are: cin.derace, decidueye, hatenna and sw.ampert 🥹💚

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

holy shit. its the funniest thing istg.

so blue, blue was the guy who managed to bring everyone together after being away from each other for too long. all he wanted was to be with his best buds and thats all. however him slowly getting the hints that red and jaide MMMIIIGHT BE INTO EACH OTHER IS A BIG WHAT THE HELL MOMENT FOR HIM bro wanted reunite with his childhood best friends but childhood best friends are now having MATCHING BRACELETS WHAT ABOUT ME GUYS 🥲🥲🥲 AKDLFKFJS part of him thought this was complete bs because red willingly put himself in mt. silver for years and suddenly he's gonna get a girlfriend before him?!?!?? what!!!!! dude said i pulled a bad bitch by being au- /JJJ

but despite the initial shock i think part of blue is really proud of red because blue knows how socially awkward he is and he's not the best with people - so seeing him at least be with someone he can fully trust and be in love with is certainly a development that he hopes nothing but the best for. i think blue would try his best to help red out too! blue is quite fashionable, can totally see him helping red find a nice outfit for their casual stroll date :D

as for jaide, i think jaide would just constantly send or tell stuff to blue about how cute red is 😭 shes not immune to being so gushy abt her big bf 💔💔 will probably send pics of red sleeping on her lap and shes fuckign crying on pokemessenger or whatever the hell JALSKSJDJJSKA over all blue says yes i approve ☝️

ethan (jaides little brother) would be overjoyed! maybe a little shocked as well because wait a minute 💀 didn't i battle this guy in a seemingly cold place before 💀💀 JAJDJFHSJJD

methinks professor oa.k (who had been with the trio since they were little) is proud. he has quite literally watched these kids grow since they were preteens and seeing where they are today is just infinitely outstanding to him! they're both very smart and strong in their own fields (she's a pro catcher and he's the living legend) and they're still a young couple. lots of potential in those two for sure!

#satosara tag #THANK YOU SO MUCH... IM REALLY A BIG FAN OF TALKING ABT RED/JAIDE/BLUE they really mean sososos much to me <333333 #~ loreposting #red.rom #blue.plat #color pallet trio

[microwave-core]

I’ll Make a Trainer Out of You!

Nemona x Fem! Reader

You, a struggling trainer, accidently catch the eye of the Student Council President. Spoilers, you're both into each other, but are also both completely oblivious.

You’ve never been good at battles. It’s just not in your blood. That didn’t stop you from enrolling in Naranja Academy, somehow, but you are truly beginning to regret that decision. Every battle brings about only humiliation, burning embarrassment painting your cheeks as you face yet another crushing defeat.

It’s not even like people are mean to you about it. Most don’t seem to pay any mind to your constant losses, and some even try to comfort you and offer advice… but that doesn’t stop the crushing weight forming in your chest or the burning tears in your eyes. 

And it’s not like you don’t try, either. You’ve changed out your pokemon several times and have tried at least a dozen different ways to train them… but nothing ever changes. By the time you’ve caught up with your peers in terms of training, they’re already leaps and bounds ahead of you.

You finish up your latest battle with a classmate, hanging your head to hide your face after returning your final fallen partner to its ball, ready to turn tail and run away to the safety of your room (after healing up your team, of course). But as you turn to leave, you catch the eye of another student, one you recognize immediately: the student council president, Nemona. 

Her eyes visibly light up when you turn to her and immediately bounds over to you, catching up before you had a chance to run away to stew in your own humiliation. The sight of her jogging up to you almost makes you want to run and hide faster than normal. 

“H-Hey! Don’t run! Please!” She meets up with you on the edges of the practice field, her eyes seemingly keeping you glued in place, like you couldn’t run away even if you wanted to in that moment (which you absolutely did). 

“You seem to be having some trouble with battles, right?” Great. She’s here to pity you. Not only did you lose yet another battle, as always, you lost so badly that even the student council president is disappointed.

It seems that Nemona notices the crestfallen tone that colors your face, complimenting the fierce flush already there. “It’s okay! Don’t worry!” She places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “You're in good hands! I’m here to help you out!”

“...What?” You originally opened your mouth to excuse yourself, not wanting to be fed pity-filled compliments meant to lessen the sting of loss, but you’re left stunned at her, uh, forceful offer to lend a hand.

Before you can fully comprehend what’s happening, Nemona is guiding you away from the prying eyes of fellow students, although you aren’t sure if it was to spare your embarrassment or not. She brings you to a grassy field. You have no idea how much time has elapsed, still taken aback that someone like Nemona, battling-obsessed protege, has taken interest in you, a girl who hasn’t won a single important battle in your entire life. 

“Your team seems to be doing alright. The composition could be a bit better, but you shouldn’t need to change any of them out…” You're not sure if she’s talking to you or herself. “Yeah… They’ll work! We just need to change around their moves! Maybe throw on some items!” She claps her hands and peps herself up as she seems to wrap up the conversation she was having with herself.

You try to speak up, but the words die on your tongue. Your feet are stuck to the ground as she mutters to herself, prattling on about the best possible moves and strategies based on your humble little team.

After dragging you around for nearly an hour without directly really talking to you, Nemona turned you loose, promising to meet up with you tomorrow. Despite doing nothing but stand there cluelessly, Nemona, in her endless mercy, decided, for some reason, to take you under her wing and teach you how to battle. You were entirely too mind-boggled to feel embarrassed or pitied.

The next day has you on edge, keeping an eye out for the Student Council President, knowing she could pop up at any time. When she inevitably does, her eyes light up just as they did the other day. 

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you all day!” The intensity in her eyes is overwhelming. “I spent all night coming up with strategies for you to try out! Come on, we need to start working right away!” With the amount of passion behind her words, you would think she was talking about her own team, not yours.

“So, I think your battles will go better if you have strategies pre-planned before going in! You always seem kind of lost when you’re on the field…” That makes sense, you never really knew what to do in battle. Wait… always? How many times has she seen you fail miserably?

“You… watch my fights?” You hesitate with your question, unsure if you actually want to know the answer.

“Of course I do! I think you’ve got some great potential! You just need to hone your skills a little bit!” Was she clueless about your non-existent skills or was she just trying to make you feel better? It seemed unlikely that you would have some hidden, untapped battle prowess buried deep within, but Nemona doesn’t seem like the type to lie…

She brings you to a practice field, eyes brimming with passion with a pep in her step. Her excitement is palpable. “Alright. First things first, here are some items that should help you out.” She digs around in her bag before producing some potions and pokeballs.

“Your team has potential, but if you think you need to change up your team, then you can use these. The potions will help when they’re not doing so hot after a battle!” You already knew these things, but her excitable tone was endearing. 

“Your pokemon seem well trained enough, so we just need to hammer out some strategies that work for you.” She continues rifling through her bag until she finds a few pieces of paper. “Here! I took some notes for you to look over!”

The pages are cluttered with writing and cute doodles of your team, names of moves and type match-ups and potential problem abilities. You skim over the controlled-chaos, attempting to absorb as much information as possible.

“You don’t need to follow them exactly, but they should help you get a better feel for battle until you’re more comfortable making your own strats.”

“Now… Battle me!”

It’s been a few weeks since Nemona took you underneath her wing. A few times a week, you get a text from the spunky girl asking how things are going (she had all but thrown her number at you) and when you would be free to talk in person.

Battles haven’t gotten… that much easier. Not to say you haven’t gotten better, you certainly have. Hell, you’ve even won a few battles here and there, although they were close. The first thing you did after winning your first real battle was call Nemona, who sounded even more excited than you at the news.

Your skills have been increasing slowly, and it’s all thanks to Nemona helping you… All because she decided to lend a hand after noticing how much you struggled.

You were currently waiting for her to turn up at the spot you had agreed on meeting up at, kicking at stray pebbles and admiring the dirt colored dirt until she arrived.

“Hey! I was wondering when I was going to get to see you! How have you been doing!” Nemona bounds over to you, looking as chipper as ever. She always looked so happy to see you.

“I’m fine.” “That’s great! How are your battles going?” It really is all about battles when it comes to her, but it’s hard to be mad that it’s all she ever wants to talk about when she looks so cute doing it.

“They’ve been fine, too.” You wish you could describe the fights in a better way, but words always seemed to fail around her.

“Cool! I’ve been good, too! Now, time to talk battle.” Her eyes sparkle brilliantly whenever the b-word is brought up, like a damn dog hearing the word “walk”. A cute dumb dog who makes you smile whenever she’s around.

“... Nemona?” “Hmm?” She’s looking through a notebook, one that she picked up specifically to write about you and your team in. “Why are you helping me?”

“... What do you mean?” Hurt glimpses through her pretty auburn eyes. “It’s just… You're so talented when it comes to battle. I just don’t get why you wanted to help me.”

She stutters while trying to think of an answer, clearly caught off guard. You swear there was a faint layer of pink dusted on her cheeks. “I, uh… I always thought that, um… that you had potential to be a good trainer with some guidance, and, uh…” The next part is too quiet for you to hear.

“And?” “I just,um, really wanted to be your friend! You always seemed so glum and down, so I wanted to, you know, help pick you up! See you smile more! You're always so pretty when you smile!” Now it was your turn to be caught off guard. 

“Oh, uh… friends?” It comes out as a question, but a sweet smile is plastered on your face, unable to stop the corners from turning upwards.

“Yeah! Friends!” Nemona’s smile is as wide and bright as yours. “You and me! Friends! Best buds! Gal pals!” She’s giggling and her laugh is as contagious as it is cute.

You're sure the other people around you, in the very public area you were standing in, thought you two had lost it, laughing and smiling as if the funniest thing in the world had happened, but you didn’t care, nor did Nemona.

Why care what they thought when you could revel in each other’s joy? In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not classes, or homework, or battling, or training, or anything else. All that mattered was you and her… 

#pokemon x reader #nemona x reader #fem reader #how to tag help #please accept the self-indulgent cringe banged out in the middle of the night

[candyredappledragon]

Kieran speaking from my perspective, I trust your judgement and the others should have considered that once again they are not trusting you just like back then with Ogerpon, but I can also kinda understand why they are concerned. maybe ask pecharunt if it wants to become your Pokémon? offer them a ball and see if it accepts that would show it trusts you as much as you trust them and the other could neither hurt it and neither could pecharunt do the same the other way around, not that in saying it will don't worry. That would be the safest option for both of you. Stay strong little bud. We anons, or at least some maybe most? Well anyway theres anons who have your back

....dont remind me..... at..at least florian apologized and told me....but...

...wh..y

pecharunt does want to be my.. friend...

i... i will catch it then.... just to prove them wrong..

pecharunt agrees on the catching idea.... for me to catch it only.

j-just let me find the ultra balls i was given... hopefully they will change.. their minds...

Kieran searched all over his room and found the ultra balls he was looking for as it was up on his shelves hanging on the wall. Grabbing one of them from the pile he looked at it then at Pecharunt.

The peach Pokemon vibrated a bit in a excited manner. He stared at the Pokemon with a small smile. Maybe this will prove that it isn't dangerous and at least have some faith in him. They have to TRUST him and take his word.

If it was really dangerous then it should've just done something to him very badly. It wouldn't turn on him. Pecharunt kept him company anyway too just like any other Pokemon he has. They wouldn't betray or lose trust in him. Always there for him.

He just hated being alone a lot of the times. It was hard. Especially during the time he was a champion at Blueberry. Barely anyone wanted to talk to him even after finding out he's just not that scary. The elite four didn't help much either as they were busy doing their own things unless they ask for help from Kieran anything club related.

Amarys did try accompanying him at times as best as she could but it felt awkward to him to an extent. He knows she means well whenever she lectures him on stuff. But for some reason it didn't feel enough to him. They don't really hang out at all or ever for fun unless Carmine was there. Crispin does but ever rarely.

He did try getting to know them but it was just difficult even if it felt like they had something in common excluding being students in the same school. The feeling of not being worthy of having relationships with others consumed him and it conflicted his feelings of wanting to have friends. He just has a hard time getting out of that mindset but he goes back to it every time being reminded that maybe he's not that interesting of a person. Just plain, boring and cowardly.

And was it wrong to desire that one harmless thing? Wanting a friend? His Pokemon are like his second family and the best friends he could ever ask for. It's just hard when you can't really understand each other with words because of being different species.

Kieran let out a tired sigh and held the ultra ball in front of Pecharunt. The Pokemon leaned into the ball willingly pressing the button from the front.

. . .

One, two, click.

Pecharunt has been caught.

#rotomblr #pkmn irl #thanks for the ask! #text post #long post #// Loneliest little guy. :) #// My brain is literally not here today. Dear lird....... #// SORRY. I WAS THINKING THEN MY BRAIN DIED. They call me Regigigas the way I

[fandomregression]

Double request. little ! ash (pokemon) hcs. I picture him as a flip.

the skrunkly boyyyy...

Flip Ash Ketchum Headcanons!

ash has Been Through Some Shit, and he's just a kid, but as he gets older he starts realizing that sometimes he doesnt feel his age. he still *feels* ten, even when hes 16, 17, 18...

naturally, that is extremely frustrating. he is a pokemon champion, one of the top in the world, he shouldn't feel like the twerpy 10 year old that ran through regions and naively battled his way into leagues

yet here he is, at 18 years old, curled up in his childhood bed with a stuffed gengar cuddled to his chest, feeling like his whole world is collapsing around himself

his friends have grown up, moved on from him, and barely keep in touch. at least may and serena still tag him in instagram posts. at least goh sends him messages on discord when he catches a new pokemon

he feels like he grew up too fast. he didn't appreciate the world he traveled, the friends he made, the rivals he had. its all just a blur, no matter how much he tries to slow down the memories and replay them in his mind. it scares him that he can't remember what certain memories are from when and where

not to mention the scars on his arms and legs, the way he's been a trainer for not even a decade and he's already taking advil just to get through the day. he thought taking a break from battling would be good for him, but now he feels unimportant, and every injury he's ever had has time to catch up with him

he spends too much time at prof. oak's training his pokemon. he pushes himself too hard for too long. he collapses, exhausted, and crying

tracey and gary find him and get him inside to settle him down (its not an easy task). they get a wet rag on his forehead to cool him down, gary has to hold his hand because ash refuses to let go, and tracey just tries to get him to drink something before he makes himself sick

gary has the idea to put on some cartoon they used to watch as kids, because that used to always calm ash down when he got hurt as a kid. it still works, thankfully

pikachu brings over a stuffed charizard from gary's room (umbreon totally showed pika the stash) and ash just immediately latches on to cuddle it

after that, gary is for sure he knows whats going on, ash regresses. he spends about a month just trying to casually, subtly help ash and take care of him, until ash asks What Is Going On, Gary because clearly gary knows something he doesnt

gary explains regression, and it definitely matches up, and ash has to weasel out of him why he knows about it

(gary regresses too hehehehe)

now ash wants to take care of him! the horror! but he is surprising good at this, and he even lets gary win board games

once ash fully understands age regression and how to take care of regressors, he starts collecting regressors (some of who don't even know they're regressors until he gets ahold of them)

goh, may, drew, lillie, paul (that one surprised them both)

ash also gets the care he needs, just...he usually only gets it from gary, and thats by choice. sometimes kiawe is allowed to help, but thats it!!

ash has a bag of toys he keeps with him at all times, both for himself and for anyone else who might need them

he loves to make bentos for his friends and make them all cute and decorative. if they do it back to him he'll cry

juice box king. give him his juice and no one gets hurt

this is more just a mental image i love but!! regressed ash playing with donphan!! trunk is now a slide!!!!

his tauros are not allowed to be around him when he is regressed because they Will trample him. no they do not understand this. yes they are very sad gary give them treats

another cute image and i'll quit this ridiculously long post akxdjckakzrj: gengar plays hide and seek with him all the time and they both adore it

i have. so many feelings about ash haha

#fandom agere #age regression #sfw agere #pkmn agere #🧸headcanons #agere ash #cg ash

[ominousvibez]

hyperfixating on pokemon again, and thinking of an ash journey in paldea. obviously, a lot to think about-- where does his journey start? how much of the game plot does it follow, and how original does it get.

most importantly, what is his team like?

well, i've done my research (AKA extensive bulbapedia deep dives). and going off previous "trends" of ash's journeys, i think i can put together a likely list of pokemon that i could see on his own team-- and possible character arcs involving those pokemon-- with maybe a bit of creative liberties, of course.

1. PIKACHU

i think this is an obvious one. like, duh, of course he has pikachu. they're besties. they'd kill for each other, and they probably have before. they'd die for each other, and have multiple times.

2. SPRIGATITO -> FLORAGATO

i know this is a weird one, but hear me out.

throughout most of the series, ash gets between 1-3 of the starter pokemon. in earlier seasons when it's him, misty and brock, he's gotten all three, with the only exception being notably unova (he has the starter trios in kanto, johto, and unova). in other seasons, he's only gotten 1-2, with the 3rd going to the Region Girl, usually the more feminine one.

but. but!! he's gotten the grass type starter the most often-- bulbasaur, bayleef, sceptile, torterra, and snivy. and rowlet. so i feel like this gen would follow a similar trend, where through shenanigans ash ends up catching a sprigatito (or Sprigatito goes after him).

i'd like to imagine that this starter ends up somehow getting their hidden ability Protean, which if you didn't know, changes the user's type to whatever move it uses. which isn't handy in tera battles because the pokemon will keep their tera type but in normal battles, having a sprigatito go from grass type to, like, fairy or something would be fun! it would shake up a few gyms, for sure.

i'd also like to imagine this sprigatito evolves into floragato and decides, yep, that's enough, and doesn't want to evolve further. not all of ash's starter pokemon fully evolve.

only like six of the thirteen starter pokemon ash catches ever fully evolve. capping it at a overpowered floragato seems like it'd be in character for the classic seasons of the anime. idk plot reasons i guess

3. ROOKIDEE -> CORVIKNIGHT

Paldea is a very interesting region in the Pokemon world because it deviates just like Johto did and it doesn't have a typical regional bird pokemon. Wattrel and Kilowattrel fill in the void, but they're more like the Hoothoot/Noctowl sort of vibe. but I don't see ash catching a Kilowattrel; he's never had an electric-type other than Pikachu, and i doubt that they would try it with that

so, i offer up the alternative: his first official paldea catch is a lil' rookidee.

in this canon, ash never traveled through Galar in the "typical" way. everything with goh & the world champions still happens, and ifso factso plot stuff happens and ash ends up enrolled in the paldea schools.

rookidee fills in the "bird" pokemon slot for ash. he's caught just about every other regional bird (including a shiny Noctowl, how cool), so it makes sense that this one would end up in his care. i think it'd be cool to see ash train up a corviknight. they're cool pokemon. i had one in my shield game and her name was poe (quoth the raven evermore) and she was a BAMF. give ash a BAMF bird, as a treat.

4. NYMBLE -> LOKIX

along with the trend of ash catching the regional bird, he usually catches at least one bug-type, and i think a nymble -> lokix would really fit well into his team. they're an atypical bug-type (bug/dark) but i think it'd be cool to explore an arc where ash catches this poor little nymble who is afraid of everything to eventually help it get over its fears and evolve into a powerful lokix.

there's always at least one Problem Pokemon on ash's team, and i think a lokix that wins enough battles that it gets too cocky would be a good continuation of an arc, and cause inner team conflict.

plus i think lokix looks a little bit like mothman and i think he's cool

5. FINIZEN -> PALAFIN

finizen is a very interesting pokemon. not just the first dolphin pokemon, but the evolution is convulted in the game. you gotta be in a union group and get it past level, like, 35 to technically evolve, but nothing really changes with it until it's in battle and it transforms into it's hero form.

but a palafin just fits to me! ash is a very heroic character, and palafin is the hero Pokemon. the palafin is probably a bit of a reckless dummy like ash, who gets into fights too easily, but training with ash (despite his own reckless streak), helps mellow the pokemon out a bit. boom! character arc.

6. CETODDLE -> CETITAN

every few seasons ash gets ahold of an egg, which evolves into a really strong teammate. i think it'd be funny if ash was given an egg that hatches into this nearly 4 foot tall toddler who likes to bite things. i think it'd be really funny. c'mon.

ice is not a type ash commonly gets. he usually gets the pseudo-legendary or something equal in power to it, some sort of dragon-type. heck, in the last season, he has two dragon-types, a dragonite and a dracovish. i think it'd be a cool juxtaposition to have him come out of a season where he got so many cool dragons and give him this giant literal toddler who will eat anything it sees and is an ice-type.

and, sure, cetitan looks a lot more Mature and Serious. but it is still a toddler, deep down inside, and still bites things. ash needs a comic relief team mate, and cetoddle/cetitan fits pretty well

TRAVELING WITH: KORAIDON

this au that's forming in my brain is a mix of scarlet & violet -- idk how the school works with this, but basically, koraidon and miraidon exist together, as do the paradoxes, and both of arven's parents are emotionally distant professors who focus on research in area zero. poor guy. twice the parental trauma.

anyway, i think i see ash taking care of koraidon a lot more than miraidon. again; he's never had another electric type on his team other than pikachu. and while it'd be cool to see how a "ride" miraidon would interact with pikachu, i think koraidon's past vibes vibes better with ash's more wild nature.

i know ash has caught more than a team's worth of pokemon each generation, and i think there's still definitely room for one more wild card of a pokemon, but i can't think of any that would fit atm.

...

anyway yeah that's what i think ash's paldea team would be like!

#pokeani #ash ketchum #ash in paldea #paldea ash ketchum #pokeani au #pokemon anime #ominousposts #wild treasures au #<< tis the name for this

[oblivionbladetd]

The Unfortunate implications in Pokemadhouse: The fuck even is Bonnie?

No, Lily, the pwecious babu will not be spared. Before I get ahead of myself, let me describe in literal terms what Bonnie literally is, a somehow perfect mixed clone of G and Lily... fuckin aight. I'll just ignore that by all rights that kid should have popped out saying "M-Moth-er Lil-lee..." because that is me being petty, and believe me barely scratches the surface of how bad it actually gets. As always, more under the cut.

So, elephant in the room, Lily never did consent to having Bonnie until after the machine doors opened. We going to talk about that? No? Okay... It is just fact that G bypassed Lily's personal autonomy to make a life altering choice for her for the second time now. Layer on that Lily was sad about giving away a baby Ralts and it all becomes extremely reckless and short sighted because rather than giving her a week to cool off, she hands her an actual human and Lord Help if it was just Baby Fever, because otherwise that kid is going to get neglected once she stops being wittle cwyptid baby.

Next, we have Lily with the law on her side... No. Just no. Parentage wouldn't mean shit, G sabotaged a machine that is made to bolster a critically endangered species. There shouldn't be any way they get out of that down nothing and up one gotcha and a baby. I know logic in pokemon means this could have costed nothing, but this comic injects real-world logic for cheap drama like you'd inject back alley botox into your wrinkles because having a doctor do it is so expensive, imma do some guesswork and math this shit. Firstly, I will assume that the machine uses stem cells and some very advanced tech to, in essence, 3D print an organism. Stem cell therapy is a thing. As far as Google tells me, the process costs 5000 to 50000 dollars depending on what it's treating. Now, I'll just assume that even the high-end treatment doesn't use a whole pound of cells, so for the purpose of easy math and only doing triple the amount of research Lily herself ever would we will just list a pound of stem cells as costing 100000 dollars. We'll also assume that this amazing nanotechnology that makes this possible takes about half of that per pound of organism. So we have a price, and Google tells me the weight of your average 3 year old is 30.7 pounds. So let's just open up my handy dandy calculator and....4.6 million dollars. Lily walked out the door with 4.6 million dollars of company assets while blowing a raspberry and flipping the bird... okay they traded more of G's blood for Bonnie but 4.6 million fuckin smackeroons! Once they had security footage, they should've had a team of lawyers going at her like a pack of hungry wolves for that is sabotage, and Lily as G's trainer would have to pony up. No wonder Dr.ponytail was so bitchy, likely almost got shitcanned from science at large before finding the footage.

As a very much more mercifully brief implication, look at this wiki cap.

Every time I look, it makes me laugh. Though in seriousness she had to adopt Bonnie in the end and child protective services either doesn't consider Bonnie a human child or are fuckin sleeping real damn hard to not catch this.

Finally, and least fortunate implication of them all... Bonnie will grow up, and unless Lily can single-handedly end the stigma around trainers banging pokemon, she will grow up in a world that either fetishizes or despises her. She will have to look back at her creation, being born of G wanting to give Lily a replacement baby, and try to feel anything other than contempt as she tries to live in a society that actively hates her for existing. The butt of every beastiality joke. The byproduct of pokephilia that nobody decent wants anything to do with. All by herself, sad, bitter, angry...

There's also the fact that she regularly causes property damage. Somebody needs to control their kid. Baking ram sticks and removing hours of dying work and saying it was bad, zero manners, be a parent, Lily...

#lily orchard #lily peet #lily orchard is a bad writer #lily orchard is a bad critic #lily orchard is garbage and here's why #pokemadhouse

[beantothemax]

Hollow Cleric Pokemon Teams. This time featuring Jin Mei and Temenos.

Jin Mei (Double Battles)

Ninetales-Alola - While it's bad to have fairy types during the Eternal Night, Jin Mei couldn't really bear to leave her behind and just decided to change her moveset so that she can survive better. She a joy to have and likes to sit on Jin Mei's lap a lot.

Aurorus - Found him in a cave near Winterbloom and raised him from an Amaura to an Aurorus after the end. He a bit big but he likes to go and gently headbutt Jin Mei sometimes. Unfortunate that immediately the man gets chills but ah well. That's what he gets for encouraging pets when it was still a baby.

Arctozolt - Was caught before the end and near Montwise after it escaped from somewhere...Kazan encouraged him to catch it and add it to his team. He doesn't really want to part ways with it despite the bad memories it brings up.

Baxcalibur - Caught after the end. Was mulling around near Stormhail when Jin Mei was still contemplating going home. He's a bit lax and doesn't like moving a lot but they hit like a truck once they get going.

Rotom - Found near Roque Island after the end. While the trip was very pointless as there was no sign of Kazan anywhere, he did get a new friend. Even if the new friend kept on trying to steal his spear...Often he goes and switches from Wash and Frost forms. Can't ever be too cautious. Especially since he knows that Kazan is partial to Fire types and Flying types

Luxray - Jin Mei's Starter and Ace. They're a proud thing and has Guts as an ability. Alongside Jin Mei they have braved the snow and showed that they can withstand the temperatures of Stormhail. It is cautious of Jin Mei as time goes on and the man gets more obsessed with revenge. Knows Return and the move does less and less every time a battle with Jin Mei happens...By the time Stormhail rolls around with Temenos it knows Frustration instead.

Temenos (Technically he has multiple Pokemon teams but this is the main one)

Umbreon - The one Pokemon he found on his person when he woke up. The lil guy seemed to know what's going on but unfortunately the barriers between man and Pokemon are still there. At the very least they help guide Temenos to the right places.

Absol - Found after meeting Crick which...bode ill will. Still, Absol's aren't exactly bringers of disasters. They just warn people of it. So Temenos brought it along so that maybe he would be warned of disaster before things go wrong. They're surprisingly affectionate.

Meowstic (Male) - Found as Temenos was making food. He isn't sure when he caught it. It just. Appeared in his bag one day and wouldn't stop following him. They just stare at people but are generally helpful.

Typhlosion-Hisui - Came with Temenos after the man helped it with putting souls to rest. He is very grateful for that and thus follows the man around in hopes of bringing other souls to rest. A bit of mischievous thing, something Temenos is very pleased about.

Togekiss - Found in Flamechurch. Seems to have known Temenos. Now she follows him around in hopes that maybe Temenos could remember what had happened before. Likes to snuggle and sit on the man's lap. Also may have went and laid an egg once or twice, much to Temenos' confusion.

Zoroark-Hisui - Caught after impersonating Roi. Very volatile but after a while they got along great with Temenos' team and soon became a rather charming member to have on the team. Goes and often fools others with their illusions.

temenos meeting an absol after finding crick… yeah thats checks out. cricky boy can never catch a break

VERY glad you gave temenos the Autism pokemon in the form of Meowstic. this also supports my personal theory that temenos just stares at people really hard until they get nervous and spill the beans whenever he does his coerce path action so it’s a win all around

also… arctozolt….. give jin mei a Creature. he’s earned one

#asks #sombrerokiwi #hollow cleric au

[jaybleeps]

Season 7 episode 5 spoilers

I’m sorry, excuse me but what just happened?

Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the screen. This is probably just gonna be my thoughts on the episode.

Evil Morty

He got his backstory! Yippe! Not that I really needed it nor didn’t want it. It’s nice to see how his backstory is formatted in the same way as C137’s.

I wonder if Evil Morty’s mentality broke faster than other Mortys, or it’s because his Rick didn’t use the mindblower’s enough to keep him in line, or maybe it’s just the way he is.

Evil Morty describing the “horrors of the infinity” as “another day in paradise”. He’s really content with where he’s at right now. Also he definitely can handle dangerous situations on his own, might I even say, better than Rick (?).

This makes me worry. It’s fair that Evil Morty doesn’t want a friend right away. The boy must have a LOT of trust issues, and undoubtedly wants to go solo nowadays. Though the idea of escaping the shackles of your predetermined fate, have and CAN do anything you want, but is ultimately alone. The idea of Mortys unable to make friends. Through that is the link between yourself and the destiny you’re trying to break away from. (I am reading waaaay into this than it needed to be, still its a cool angst prompt)

Every time Rick shoot at Evil Morty, I cackled. It’s such a silly gag. A tiny detail I notice from Evil Morty is whenever he goes “mhmm” and “uh-huh”.

Evil Morty being an independent person, tackling problems head-on, staying calm and responsive, that I wished Morty Prime to be.

Morty Prime

I think everyone is on the same page with him this early in the season. He’s being sidelined. I suppose it’s because Marta and the others are still trapped in the Roy machine.

Furthermore, I also think Morty’s there to be a comic relief, a character that the audience can relate how confusing and exciting this ‘whole Rick and Mortys vs Rick Prime’ is. Like look at how happy Morty is after the fiasco, similar to us viewers (or some viewers, I was flabbergasted at the end).

Ex:

Evil Morty: The biggest turd is a pizza.

Morty: How is the biggest turd a-a pizza??

What are you guys trying to do? Catch him like a small wild animal? like a pokemon??

Overall, Morty is a nice relief from this stressful episode.

Rick Prime

On my first watch, I was confused on why they just ended Prime that quickly (assuming that they did kill him off). Then after some careful considerations, I figured that: They want to end it ASAP in order to focus on character development, or to go back to Rick and Morty classic episodes with a tint of character growth, which is fine with my standards, since this show is called Rick and Morty, it should focus on those two and equally so as well.

Though I’m quite disappointed that they end him like that, or at least direct us to that idea. He has as little screen time as Evil Morty.

But I’m delusional and can’t let my psychotic husband go just yet. There’s always that clone tube, cameos in hallucinations, dreams, maybe AI Prime’s voice installed in some gadget? I need to cope with the slight chance of never seeing Prime ever again so I don’t be get my hopes up and get disappointed in the long run.

The scene where Rick Prime got beaten up by C137 was phenomenal. I’m sure people can use their literacy skills to take it apart nicely, but I’m going to give you my uncensored opinion of it: They’re both so hot omg omg, they’re so gay dangggg, two men kissing will be less homoerotic than whatever they have.

I’m not gonna give any opinions on Rick C137 since I think many excellent posts have already perfectly encapsulated that.

Though I gotta say: Is Rick’s path now going to be similar to Simon Petrikov? Finding purpose again? Will the journey to be fulfilled be assisted by Morty?

S7E5 is fast paced and escalated quicker than I imagine, which reminds me of the time I saw Rick potion #9. Both episodes are ones that will impact heavily the future from now on, the turning page.

#rick and morty #rick and morty spoilers

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

Can you tell us some alpha pokemon facts and how to take care of them

Oh this is a fun question.

Alpha pokemon, aka caretaker pokemon, aka totem pokemon, aka whatever your region wants to call them, are very large, very powerful pokemon that take care of a specific territory. They’re often noted to be highly aggressive, but this is more due to the fact that the people who are trying to approach them are not residents of their territory and thus very likely to be a threat. Caretakers will fight to protect, feed, heal, and do whatever they gotta do to take care of the pokemon (and people) who live on their territory. It is super important that rangers are able to get on the good side of these pokemon, as taking care of an area becomes SUPER difficult when there’s a huge, powerful bastard chasing you down every time you go on patrol. Thankfully, once these pokemon figure out that we’re here to do the same thing they are they tend to at the very least tolerate our presence.

(Fun fact: the alpha in Tagtree Thicket is the biggest, ugliest grimmsnarl you’ve ever seen in your life. I call him Grumbo. Love that asshole)

Rangers will often put a catch block on these pokemon to stop trainers from trying to snatch them up in a pokeball, as they are very important to the ecosystem that they’re in (and in some cases, they hold pretty heavy cultural importance – think of the totem pokemon of Alola). But, if there are other pokemon that look like they might be ready to take on the role of alpha in a certain area (usually the alpha’s offspring), the rangers will release the catch blocker or just not bother to put one on in the first place. This isn’t super uncommon, so I assume that’s how you ended up with an alpha.

For the most part though, their care needs are pretty much a 1:1 with the care needs of their species as a whole. They may have higher dietary needs, or require more frequent vet visits to keep an eye on their joints due to their size but for the most part you can just look up a care guide for the species and go from there. They’ll likely fair better and be happier if they are able to help take care of the other pokemon on your team, or possibly (?) children. I’d be very careful about letting them help with the kids though – like I said, they are very protective and might get aggressive if an aunt pinches the kid’s cheek or something. They also are more likely to prefer staying in one spot so they can feel like they have a stable territory, but it varies by individual really.

#pokeblogging #brandy chat #general headcanons

[nelvana]

It’s been tricky for me in the past to emulate 3DS pokemon games, since my laptop certainly isn’t strong enough for that, but I’m home from college and decided to give Y a try! But with a twist: I played it in French.

For those unaware, I am bilingual, and know English and French. And with Kalos being based off of France, I figured it would be fitting to play it in French, in part to help make sure I don’t lose my touch on the language since I don’t have to speak it as much as I used to. I found it fairly easy to understand, but I think that has more to do with my knowledge of pokemon, since the French translation was awful. Some parts straight up weren’t translated (and sure, modern French, at least in my area, mixes in some English every now and then, but this was a bit much), constant grammar errors, and even simple pronoun issues. I had an npc call me “mon soeur” which to anyone who knows French, knows that that is just... wrong.

Regardless, I did enjoy my playthrough! I started about three weeks ago, beat it a couple weeks after starting, so here’s my usual team drawing for it!

Team stats and general gameplay info under the cut:

“Aodh”, Delphox, ♂, Flamethrower - Psychic - Grass Knot - Calm Mind

“Olivier”, Venusaur, ♂, Synthesis - Growth - Grass Pledge - Sludge Bomb

“Antoinette”, Aegislash, ♀, Iron Head - King’s Shield - Sacred Sword - Shadow Claw

“Taranis”, Heliolisk, ♂, Quick Attack - Volt Switch - Surf - Thunderbolt

“Maurelle”, Sylveon, ♂, Draining Kiss - Swift - Quick Attack - Moon Blast

“Peluda”, Noivern, ♀, Air Slash - Dragon Pulse - Fly - Boomburst

General Playthrough Notes:

My in-game time after all was said and done was a little over 32 hours! That includes me fucking around in the post-game a bit, I didn’t think to look at the in-game time after just doing the main game, but I didn’t do that much in the post-game so the amount of time was probably close.

When I got to the Elite Four my entire team was at least level 65. I think this is the first time I got to the league and wasn’t underleveled.

Needless to say, gen 6 is really easy. I kinda liked that though, it was funny to plow through the entire game without a second thought, and I even got to skip some trainers without worrying. There was a bit of a level jump at Victory Road, so if someone was really determined to stay underleveled for a challenge then they could be for the Elite Four.

The game being so easy did make the league a bit anticlimactic though? Taranis nearly fought half of the E4 members solo (the fire and water ones), only the talonflame getting the best of him.

I did still have some fun with the champion battle! Though that was mostly because of the spin I put on it, where I “assigned” each of my team members to fight one of hers, meaning that everyone got a chance to shine, which isn’t something I’ve ever gotten to do in a pokemon game. It also felt like the cumulation of all my efforts, since I had to know her team’s names in French to switch in my pokemon at the correct times.

I found the post-game to be a bit lackluster, unfortunately. The Battle Mansion feels bland (and it bored me so much that I nearly missed the rest of the post-game because the rival fight only happens after you do a fight in the Battle Mansion), I was too late to the Battle Castle to enjoy that, shiny hunting isn’t really my thing, and nor is hunting down all the legendaries the game shoved into the post-game (including roaming legendary bird, with the “fun” twist of you having to encounter it 11 times before you can try catching it, and also it teleports randomly). I love the Looker cases though! Of course, that’s all a bit of my personal tastes, it is a lot of content for those more interested, it just left me a bit disappointed.

Guys... listen, listen... gen 6 had so much potential it makes me upset. You can see what they wanted to say, what directions they wanted the characters to go, but it feels like they didn’t progress past the first draft. Lysandre could have been such a cool villain...

And even characters aside, you can see the care they put in to this game. All the little animations, fennekin’s ear fluff spikes out when it’s angry... the grass has wind blowing through it... I wish so badly that it had turned out better.

Back to the plot for a moment, I knew I wanted a noivern on my team, did you know that you can’t catch a noibat until after all the main Team Flare stuff? I didn’t know that until I was forced to bike across the entire region to save the world! Annoying in the moment, but it did quickly turn into a running gag in the Creators’ Guild (where I was sharing my experiences) of me just witnessing the end of the world like “I just wanted a noibat :(”

Speaking of running gags, the joke of “don’t worry, my pokemon will heal this status condition because they love me” is incredibly funny, that mechanic is so broken and I love it so much

There are no good clothing options for the female trainer! I am constantly jealous of the male clothes options! I found one (1) shirt that I really enjoyed and wore it with everything else default for pretty much the entire main game. In the post-game, I finally unlocked that stupid fancy clothes store in Lumiose City and bought the blue suit which I am simultaneously baffled and thankful is an option for girls in this game and it instantly gave me serotonin even if it cost nearly all my money.

THIS IS YOUR REMINDER!! IN GEN 6 YOU CAN PET YOU 4-5 HEART AFFECTION POKEMON IN BATTLE AFTER THEY DEFEAT A POKEMON! Apparently most people didn’t know that, so here’s your reminder to pet your pokemon :D

Aodh was a star player in every gym and I just wanted to mention that. Yes, even the rock-type one. He solo handled the first gym, despite all its fire-type counters. I’m so proud of him.

Just to say, it’s been nearly 3 years since I started doing this “draw your team after you beat a pokemon game” thing, and it’s really nice to see how far I’ve come. Here, have a link to my Leaf Green team post, look at how old that art is!

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Two for the year: Games 2022

Last year on Twitter, I tweeted two favorites of 2021, across games, movies and albums. I liked that way of doing things, and decided to do it again! When I did it before, I was able to capture a pair of very different new games - one broad and expansive (Monster Hunter Rise) and one smaller and tighter (Metroid Dread). This year, I played fewer new games, and put a lot more hours into them. I promise the day will come again when I lift up something other than Switch games, but not today.

Pokemon Legends: Arceus

Talking about Pokemon in 2022 is a sticky, disgusting thing to do. We've spent years now talking about how the series has a million roadblocks keeping it from evolving - all of them coming from within. Not only is Game Freak trapped under an unfair and unlivable work pace at the hands of The Pokemon Company, but its own leadership has internally been firmly resistant to change. Sword and Shield truly got the conversation going around the ways in which the franchise refuses to move forward, from the top down. The Wild Area idea pushed at the walls of the dusty box that every game in the franchise has sat inside for over two decades.

That all changed at the start of this year. Pokemon Legends: Arceus breaks the box down, wall by wall, and reimagines what it means to be in the Pokemon world. From capturing to collecting, Pokemon feels like something new than it did, and I hope beyond hope that the series is able to really start moving forward. From moment 1, I couldn't deny the feeling that this franchise was trying something new. At god-damn last.

Completing the Pokedex no longer just means capturing every Pokemon, but completing lists of tasks unique to each one of them. They turned that task into a project that I actually enjoyed enough to finish it - the PLA Pokedex being the first I have ever finished. Finding the rare Pokemon you're looking for isn't just about running around in the grass for a rare spawn rate, but waiting for the right time of day or night, and being careful not to spook a timid Turtwig back into the forest.

Players have been playing Pokemon functionally the same way for over 25 years, and this is the first "core entry" to change that in ways that go beyond adding a new gimmick or mechanic. It changes what the player's relationship to the world is. It's the first time in Pokemon that you can scale a mountain, get to the top, see a Togekiss flying around in circles, and spend half an hour figuring out how to skillfully and tactically bonk it with custom-crafted balls until maybe, just maybe, you chance your way into catching it. It's an easy shot to say that it's adopting Breath of the Wild design sensibilities, but it's pretty undeniable that this game wants you to feel small in a big, wild world. Pokemon Legends: Arceus is the first time I have been felt really challenged to learn something new by this franchise in at least a decade, and god, I hope it's not the last.

Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Xenoblade Chronicles 1 and 3 are both about a group of central characters learning that "the way things are" is a fake idea. The world is constructed based on rules, and those rules are written by people with names and addresses - even if the name is "Zanza the Great" and the place is called "Prison Island." In XC1, this revelation comes gradually, over the course of a journey that starts out as a simple revenge mission and ends as a fight to save a world that was engineered as one living being's life source. It's the blood cells rebelling against the body. Late into the game, protagonist Shulk learns that he - and by association, all of his friends - has been a pawn in a system whose nature was too big for him to understand.

XC3 is also about this, but much faster. What I have described as happening over the whole of the first game happens to two opposing groups of soldiers in the first two hours of this one. Xenoblade Chronicles 3's six main characters are child soldiers, who don't know that there's anything else to be. They're born at some ambiguous age around 10 or so, are given decade-long natural lifespans, and then dissolve into light when their time is up. Every soldier in every colony across the world is fighting for their lives - literally. Groups of soldiers harvest the life force of their foes, absorbing them into enormous machines that power the lives of their soldiers. It's a tightly-locked system, an endless cycle of soldiers killing each other to stay alive, all for a purpose none of them are given the leeway to even ask. Every one of them is born too deep into the system to understand that there is a system at all.

So, what happens when a group of people is removed from that system? The opening of XC3 culminates with two opposing trios of soldiers coming together to investigate the presence of an unknown force on a battlefield, which leads to all of them becoming untethered from the Flame Clock - the instruments of control that keep the soldiers of both armies locked in a fight to drink each others' life away. Suddenly untethered, and given new abilities defined by their newfound unity, the six protagonists are given a direction and told to go there in search of answers for the question that those oppressed aren't often given the chance to really act on: What made the world this way?

From there, Xenoblade Chronicles 3 is a story about liberating your fellows from the systems that hold you down, as the party frees colony after colony from both sides. It's also about coming to terms with mortality and tells a series of very intimate and tender stories about loss, old and new alike. Third, it's about young people learning and expressing what love is without...knowing what love is. Its plot is about teenagers and young adults learning how to be people, which is something I am an unabashed and wholehearted sucker for.

The story eventually culminates in a simpler fashion than I was hoping for, but the journey is something I will not manage to get out of my head for a long time. On top of that, it builds arguably the best version of the Xenoblade combat system, marrying ideas from the first two games with a job class system that initially felt overwhelming, but later transformed into a series of gifts, each new one opening up what I could do further and further. The gameplay is great, even if it's not the main thing I'm talking about when I write about it. I'm not sure if it's topped the original for me, but Xenoblade Chronicles 3 has a heart, soul and mind that will likely stay close to mine forever. What a beautiful and special game.

Okay, thanks! I will probably write one of these about movies and maybe music as well! I also put this on my Cohost, out of curiosity to see where more people are reading them, as we all navigate this terrible post-Elon world. Cheers!

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hello hello. i dont know if you're into pokemon but I started playing Violet the other day and I tend to nickname my pokemon after whatever my current hyperfixation is so ofc right now they're getting mysme nicknames (right now my charcadet is (suit) Saeran (gonna evolve into ceruledge), my kirlia is Ray (gonna evolve into gardevior). i plan to catch a sneasel/weavile for unknown (totally didnt get the idea from an art i saw). Trying to pick something for saeyoung but nothing has felt right yet. an electric type? fire? maybe a dog pokemon bc with his loved ones saeyoung is both an excited puppy AND a guard dog)

ANYWAY so I started wondering about everyone's favorite twins and pokemon

What kind of pokemon do you think saeyoung and the various saerans would have? what would they be if they WERE pokemon? in a canon setting would they play pokemon?

i can see saeyoung with fire/steel/electric types, especially robot- or machine-like pokemon. ray/ge saeran with grass types is obvious, but I can also see him with fairy types. theyre deceptively cute but can mess you up. suit and unknown scream dark type teams. maybe some poison types for unknown. like i think he'd have team rocket/[insert region team] grunt-esque pokemon.

saeyoung and all of the saeran's have at least one pokemon (probably their first/partner) that they found abandoned and in bad shape that they took in and it decided to stay with them after it recovered.

maybe they have an espeon (saeyoung) and an umbreon (saeran) to complement their "we're opposites but in a balanced and complimentary way" vibe.

and also bc i must inflict this on all my faves who are convinced they're bad and unlovable: at least one pokemon on their team evolves with high friendship/affection. even better if for some reason he doesn't know what causes that pokemon to evolve and he maybe cries a little when he finds out. what do you mean he's LOVED??

ANYWAY sorry for the really long ramble haha. this was supposed to be a short ask but it kinda got away from me 😅 anyway, i hope you have a good day!! i love your writing and character analyses!!

Oh, you've come to the right person today, because I spend my time stressing out over what Pokemon I would use on their teams if I ever wrote a story for it. I've done this a few times before but I can never really make my mind up so I wouldn't say that this is a concrete idea. So, here is a slider I would use for Ray > Suit Saeran > GE Saeran. I think some of it is self-explanatory. I suggest dark, ghost, and grass if anything.

Phantump for a Ray who feels lost and dead to the world. Polteageist for his desire to feel like a prince in his haunted castle. Budew for a boy who can't be fully blossomed just yet... but, he's so close to that chance. Suit Saeran would only use one Pokemon in my mind and it's Banette. A Pokemon that happens to be seeking revenge in the same way he is. It might seem like a major stretch but mega evolution seems incredibly possible in this situation.

Shaymin is the Pokemon of gratitude and I feel like it would appear in the garden when he is in the process of thanking you for being there with him as he finally freed himself from his heavy chains. He and Saeyoung do have a set of Eevee together! I feel like they need to have a matched set, and his Eevee has been tucked away in their pokeball for a while until he realized the error of his ways.

Whereas, Saeyoung is always really tough to work with because there's so many different Pokemon that would work for him symbolically. Sure, we can pick some joke options if we want to do so, but I'm trying to imagine what would work for his work in the agency. Did they give him a team or is it a team he's caught himself?

In the end I just decided to give him a team that he crafted. He deserves to have a cat that shoots fireballs from its mouth. Of course, I don't imagine that'll end well for him since the cat likely gives him a free haircut everyday with burnt edges. Rotom is the given. Everybody who's ever drawn him with the Pokemon always gives him Rotom. It's right. Three heads are better than one! Magneton helps to hack and unlock problems!

His Eevee doesn't battle. It's kept safe in his bunker, or it's Pokeball. He hates to make Eevee sad about not seeing its own twin or Saeran. Magearna makes sense to me, because what is more in character for him than to discover this mechanical Pokemon and help bring it back to life? Minior for the stars! It's either that or Clefairy. I couldn't make up my mind but in the end I decided on stars.

Which brings me to Unknown and SE Saeran. Yeah, SE Saeran will receive that Megearna as a gift from his brother. His Porygon-Z likely was released after Mint Eye was taken down, or it's still in the box for now since that was likely his main partner for being able to hack into the RFA. Mimikyu and Banette are self-explanatory. Budew would be a new addition in his time spent trying to enjoy the clouds and grass! Milcery is a surprise, though! I have a feeling that is a companion he made one afternoon that tried to sample his ice cream and now he's got a friend that helps him craft his own ice cream.

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