#Pokemon Death

[pokemonshelterstories]

So I recently was..blessed...with an applin with a ..unique condition ...Bicephaly... and I love the little fellas but I'm worried for them? I can't find much info on this happening in the aplin line but I do know one evolutionary path has multiple heads? Is there anything I should keep a look out for

how interesting...reptilian pokemon have been known to survive with bicephaly longer than, say, bird or mammal pokemon- but to be quite honest, you need to prepare yourself for the likelihood that this applin will not survive long. bicephaly is an extensive malformation, and it comes with a variety of potential complications. this applin is also going to need to change apples frequently. applin aren't designed to fit multiple heads into a single apple, and they're possibly going to crowd each other out.

as for evolution...while hydrapple has multiple heads, it also has multiple bodies. each of its syrpents is a separate individual. chances are, your applin is unable to evolve at all, because a pokemon's body will shut down evolution if there are significant complications to the process. but even if it were able to evolve, i would recommend against trying. you don't know how its already aberrant body will mutate further under the influence of evolution, and evolution carries a significant risk of fatality in this scenario.

good luck with this little guy. you'll need to get a specialist veterinarian appointment asap to determine what its internal organs look like, because that's where the highest possibility of a fatal malformation is going to be. the vet can also tell you more about how to give it the best shot at long term survival, or let you know if humane euthanasia would be the kindest option.

[a-horde-of-mews]

Well King i don't think having ugly black fur is normal too

Seymour: How'd you get behind the voices?

@wormholewandering

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

Were there any fairytales you liked as a kid? What were they about? Can you retell it from memory?

Idk if I can retell any from MEMORY but there are these old stories from Johtan fishermen, like the FIRST Johtan immigrants, about these beautiful woman on the rocks around our islands that would sing these beautiful songs to them their songs would just fucking fill their boats with water and sink them and then they’d get like eaten alive by these beautiful half fish half women. Basically those are Primarina LMAO. They were probably mimicking Lapras too because they can do that. They sometimes hunt with Lapras yknow. There are so many Lapras in Alola now it’s fucking crazy. Commercial fisherman hunted them so fucking much that they became a protected species in like 2020 (which btw they only became protected in Unova in fucking 2025) and then it took until like 2028 before they were able to revoke that for Alolan natives but you still need a license to hunt Lapras. Which is like, that’s a thing Alolans’ve done since forever. Which means the fish populations are still kinda fucked from how many Lapras there are but at least the Lapras hunters are back with their licenses. You can’t get a license until you’re 18 but if you’re under 18 you can legally hunt Lapras with a licensed adult. I forgot where I was going with this

Oh did you know there’s a deep sea Lapras that only lives near the Sootopolis crater and the kujirahige trench??

[bravo-ingo]

[Bravo-Ingo reblogged a photo from Opelucid News Official. The caption is from them.]

While officers and volunteers are still searching through the wreckage, we believe all human victims of Plasma's attack have been found and identified, except for one boy who remains missing. As for pokémon, the numbers continue to rise, but these are the ones we know of so far. We ask that you extend kindness and support to all families affected by this tragedy.

[pokeblr-confessions]

Hello! I am a reasearcher from Orre. I keep dogtags on all of my pokemons collars. I myself keep 2 dogtags. One for me. One of an eevee. His name was Nerium.

I am completely enamoured with poison types. I thought I could possibly be the one to find a new poison eeveelution. I was not.

I am forever haunted by what I have done.

Confession #452

[rottenice]

The colder seasons are approaching. Time for your reminder that you really should not be releasing Pokémon anywhere they aren't found. But especially giant frozen mountains.

Your Pikachu isn't going to live in a winter wonderland. They will freeze to death. And I will find the Pikacicle, defrost it, and put it's skull on my shelf.

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

//It's also in the tags but to reiterate, major warning for a written description of Pokémon death below the cut. It's not particularly graphic or bloody, but it's written as somebody standing from a distance would see it and with heavy emotional weight afterwards, so do be aware.

[Video after video...

As Reshiram stumbles across the ground, sending Pokémon scattering with each move and attacking with Dragon Pulse those that move too swiftly, Cross focuses not on the two Zor leading the giant dragon's movements with illusions away from the population, and instead towards Vision, whose heels squelch in the rain-dampened earth as she pushes past just about every other combatant to seize Colress by the lapels of his lab jacket. He doesn't do much to resist with his usable hand as she sets into reaming the man out.

"You! You and I both know this isn't how things were supposed to go at all, you sorry excuse for a whelp of a man! We agreed on the Moor of Icirrus! So why are we here, and why am I fighting my brother?! Can you not follow the simplest of directions?! The simplest of boundaries?! Or are you forgetting who the person who controls the Dragon of Truth is here?! Besides, if this keeps going, we're all going to--to die, with how this thing is rampaging! So end this madness already!"

Colress, oddly smug for someone who could have his face kicked in at any given moment, replies in an even tone. "I had told you that Lostlorn Forest was by far the best location to amplify the emotions of those fighting, and thus produce the best data. That includes your own, of course. Even if you are the one who wields Reshiram... right now, Reshiram's will is fully its own. Something you can only accomplish with my help. So even so, I can't let you sabotage my experiment. For both of our sakes. My apologies, Lady Vision."

The half-Zorua sneers at Colress, pulling at his lapels one more time as she roughly tosses his weight to the ground, hard enough to leave skids in the mud. "Watch your temper..." Colress warns sternly as Vision turns to Reshiram. The dragon's steely blue eyes were already locked onto Vision's position. It seemed more enraged by the incessant noise than the skittering creatures Vanilla and Wolfgang had conjured.

"And you! You've been here since that day, you should understand exactly why--!" She slips into snarling at the Reshiram, voice intensifying as she becomes more and more incensed, her screams breaking into an outraged cry at the end. Cross moves closer to Vanilla and Wolfgang, capturing their glimpses at each other, their faces softening as something hits them. Maybe even sympathy.

What Cross is more interested in, though, is the Reshiram's looming posture as Vision continues to rant, its wings rearing upwards and upwards until in a clean motion--

A scream pierces the air, the same in pitch and tone as Vanilla's, as Reshiram seizes Vision in its claws and readies its wings as if to take to the sky, flapping heavily, shaking the nuisance in its confusion. Nobody moves an inch, save Wolfgang, who Vanilla catches by his arm. The microphone picks up a soft "Please," but the wolf shakes his head and snarls in response. Vanilla nods reluctantly. She begins focusing her power, scars glowing red through her clothing. Wolfgang rushes for the dragon's shank, leaping in the air to claw into the dragon's fur as its feet leave the earth and it rapidly ascends.

Reshiram thrashes as the Zoroark claws its way up its body and across the dragon's wing, but Wolfgang's battle-bonded claws hold even when shaken high in the air. Even when his crest finally breaks into energy. It's inaudible, but Wolfgang snarls something at Vision. Her mouth moves as Wolfgang pries her arm from Reshiram's claw, then her body. Below, Dolly the Darmanitan holds out her arms, watching for the soundless cue. And then the girl falls, for what feels like an eternity, until she meets Dolly's arms. They both buckle under the inertia of a 30-foot drop, but Dolly pulls her arm out from under Vision soon enough to give a triumphant thumbs-up to Wolfgang. He roars back.

At the signal, Vanilla reaches out her hand, stretching from it a chilling deep purple aura of malice that wraps itself around Reshiram's leg and tugs it to the ground as hard as she can muster. They scream in effort, their voice cracking with the pressure as they brace their body backwards, but the dragon rears upwards harder as Wolfgang readies a Shadow Claw and is thrown off balance. His remaining claw slips. Vanilla releases the dragon. He reaches for his brother instead. So does Reshiram, grabbing the Zoroark with the sharp talons on its feet. Before Vanilla can reach again, the dragon toys with its prey, tossing Wolfgang above its own head as he snarls something at the top of his voice and just a little further, just reach a little further--

There's a deafening crunch.

Reshiram holds something in its mouth. Something unmoving. It lands gracefully. As if its head had never been clearer. It drops the thing casually. Preens its wings. The thing has the shape of Wolfgang, but it doesn't move.

The malice returns to Vanilla's core. They stand, eyes wide, for seconds or eternities. The thing doesn't move. She stumbles and nearly collapses on her first step. She keeps stumbling as Amadeus rushes over to the thing, some unspoken barrier broken. It doesn't move. Amadeus whines low and hurt and shakes the thing as Vanilla manages to lower himself towards the ground without collapsing. The thing doesn't move. Not to get up, not to mumble something into the dirt, not to breathe. But the thing is, without a doubt, Wolfgang.

Vanilla just kneels. Breathes. Waiting. Even when Amadeus lays her head on her auncle's lap, curling herself into the smallest shape she can muster. Even when Tula rushes over to confirm, as a trauma nurse, what was already known. Even when she tries to meet their eyes, leaning low, but can't. "...I'm... so sorry." They squeeze her hand so tight it hurts when she rests next to them.

Vanilla turns and blinks at the Swords as they approach. He takes in enough to shoo them off with his free hand. He stands roughly when Vision approaches with timid steps. Apologetic. Horrified, from the look on her face. Reliving something. She touches her fur collar again. Amadeus stands to steady her relative, but Vanilla keeps going, speeding until she full-force charges her counterpart, toppling them both to the ground. They draw their blade to Vision's throat wordlessly as Cross readjusts to capture the scene.

"...Do it. You know how I feel, correct? There's no life for me. After this."

His sword hand wavers like it can't decide where the blade's home is. There's a forceful intake of breath as their eyes water, the silence deafening.

Until Reshiram decides there's too much of it, its tail blazing to life. Vanilla glances up, back at Vision, and sighs as she weakly pushes off the ground.

"...But there is. You're going to help me. You say you want justice so badly... then start with yourself. Right your wrongs. And I'll do the same."

The video saves.]

[shilo-sumac]

sending memes to people im fond of whenever i see one that makes me think of them like a feral skitty leaving a pidove on your porch only to skitter away in fear if you try to pet it

[dynamitoriel]

Wait a second, this is not Pokepasta Prediction I played

[fourphoenixfeathers]

Happy trainguy Tuesday! Whump upon ye.

It's kabaneri au again bc I have no shame. 😎👉

Please mind the warnings in the tags. Safety checks! This is probably one of the darkest things I've written, even though I know there's a happy ending somewhere down the line (there always is). The temptation to tag this "Canon-Typical Strangulation" was strong but in the end I left off the Canon-Typical part.

I am a normal girl who watches normal shows I swear.

[bleeding-crescent]

Like... just snap it out of the air or...?

affirmative.

she looked up. target…lock! stuck out her neck…and snapped!

[pokemonshelterstories]

Is it ever appropriate for a trainer to release a trained mon into the wild? Like, on TV sometimes they'll show a trainer release their Pokemon to protect a group of wild mons and it's shown as this noble self-sacrifice thing, but I can't help but think that a trained mon is used to being fed, and battling. Wouldn't it have a hard time, and make trouble even if it was wild caught to begin with? Or am I just too used to domesticated Pokemon?

this is highly situational. in most cases, the average pokemon owned by the average trainer is not appropriate for wild release. these pokemon do become too dependent on their humans (and too human-desensitized) to handle themselves appropriately in the wild. in most cases, these pokemon will either starve or get eaten, or they'll become nuisance pokemon and be recaptured (often to be euthanized).

however, there are some instances where a captive pokemon can be safely released. this is often on a species-by-species basis, with some individual variance. talonflame, a largely independent pokemon whose enrichment often entails regularly free-flight and hunting practice, can often be released if necessary. and in fact many bird pokemon used for falconry are wild caught and then later released! but something like a maschiff, a domesticated pokemon with a typically fearful nature? it's not going to survive long out in the wild unless it was born in the wild.

regardless of the circumstances, though, releasing a captive pokemon back into the wild should only be done with the help and supervision of someone who is used to rehabbing wild pokemon. a rehabber can assess whether or not a captive pokemon has a good chance of thriving in the wild. when i decided it would be best to release the roaring moon i had been keeping for research, i spent months making sure that it maintained a human-averse nature and was still able to hunt for itself. as a rehabber, i could make the call that RM was ready to return to the wild! but those bittersweet moments from movies where a trainer decides all of a sudden that their pokemon will be better off in the wild aren't really what happens in a successful release case. releasing a wild pokemon out of the blue usually results in that pokemon either dying or being recaptured within a month or two.

[yveltalreal]

didnt ur rotom little post a picture of a fucked uo creature not on the full moon that just happened but the one before? like that looks like it was taken in cortondo the night there was sighgings of la bestia in cortondo/

huh? yeah i guess we did see a fucking thing. even if it was what people were seeing around the place it just like. nabbed a mareep and we skedaddled out of there we were fine. like wild pokemon hunt other wild pokemon like it sure was kinda. violent with the mareep but whatever.

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

Hey, uhh… I want to know how I can defend myself against a Lapras attack. I don’t have any Pokemon and I live in an area where they are not only abundent, but also highly aggressive. Like, tearing apart pets that try to ride them levels of aggression (I learned that the hard way, RIP Nidoran.)

IF YOU’RE BEING ATTACKED BY A LAPRAS YOU’RE DOING SOMETHING VERY VERY WRONG????

Also why are you asking ME??? HUH????

[vullabies-and-skeledirges]

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[pokeblr-confessions]

ate a dead weedle my friends found on the side of the road back in 6th grade on a dare. second most embarassing time i was hospitalized (first was getting my ankle broken by a luvdisc)

Confession #519