#Pokemon death

[pokemonshelterstories]

so recently took my steelix to pokemon center because hes been kind of lethargic, and found its because a fridge magnet got between his segments somehow????? are steel types actually magnetic?? how would that even get in there????

not all steel types are, but some steel types do eat ferromagnetic metals and convert those metals into outer metallic coatings, and in those cases they are indeed magnetic. he very well could have picked up the magnet while burrowing outside. unfortunately, human industrial waste has been a huge contributor to wild steel type injury, illness, and death. a friend of mine out in orre who does a lot of environmental restoration work has sent me pictures of the "skarmory graveyard" out near pyrite- an old coal processing plant where a lot of the equipment employed industrial magnets. skarmory flying in to scavenge the metal after the plant shut down would get pulled in by the magnets and wouldn't be able to break free. it's pretty gruesome to see.

i'm glad they were able to find what was bothering your buddy- you were smart to take him to a center as soon as you noticed him off!

[cosmiccyndaquil]

vulpix is a cool pmd eos hero or partner and all but do you ever think about how drastically ninetales's lifespan differs from basically everything else you could pair it up with

and if they're the partner

they lose you twice

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

Freakiest thing you've seen in the tangle GO

I suppose you're expecting some kind of ghost story, aren't you? Expecting me to say that I saw a group of faceless people gliding through the trees, or an uncanny, impossible road into realms beyond, or something of the sort. Hmph. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but if you want me to share the "freakiest" thing I've seen, it happens to be far more mundane than that.

It was a Passimian with its foot lodged in a crevice between two tree roots. There were claw marks on the wood where it had been struggling. Its body was withered, wrinkled, and unnaturally lean, and its fur was covered in glowing Shiinotic spores. THAT'S the "freakiest" thing about the Tangle. The fact that people and pokemon who stray off the paths get hurt.

I'll not go about spreading sensationalist stories that encourage unskilled tourists to wander off on petty ghost hunts.

[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

[paradox-destroyer]

Dude what the fuck those could've been expired or something

WELL ITS TOO FUCKING LATE NOW ISNT IT

[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

[bleeding-crescent]

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

affirmative.

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

[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.

[pokemonshelterstories]

i'm a contest trainer, and i've got a ribombee, alolan raichu, and minccino who all get along really well.

theres a wild galarian ponyta that's been wandering my area, and i know it doesn't have a herd since my area doesn't typically have galarian ponyta, but we do have kantonian ponyta, who often travel in herds. im concerned since it seems like she's pretty injured, but I know ponyta can kick real hard so i don't want to freak her out when i approach.

i think she's hurt enough that i could catch her with a pokeball, but like i said, i don't want to freak her out.

i called the local rangers and the person who picked up the phone seemed really casual about this, saying that regional forms that aren't native to the area tend to die out(!?) and that its just nature taking its course(!?!?). i really want to help her because it hurts my heart to see any pokemon in pain, but is there any reason catching her would be bad? the plan probably wouldn't be to release her, since she's not a natural part of the niche here.

i have the resources to take care of her if i were to catch her, but i'm worried that she's going to upset my other pokemon. my raichu is on the smaller side (closer to 1'7") so the ponyta would become the largest pokemon in the household. would this cause a massive upset in my team?

(also i wouldn't be using her for contests, at least not until she's recovered from whatever injuries she has, so don't worry about that)

honestly, it's not unusual for us as rangers and rehabbers to let nature take its course on an injured pokemon that's still out in the wild. given that she's not a native variant, she's likely either an escapee or a released pokemon. an individual vagrant likely wont have any ecological impact, so we wouldn't need to remove her immediately. but capturing a pokemon for rehab (which we typically only do with native species/variants) or euthanasia (more likely what would happen here) takes time and resources, and it also removes resources from the natural ecosystem. if we grabbed every injured pokemon out there, things would fall apart pretty quickly! it sucks to think of a pokemon suffering, but injury and death are a normal part of life in the wild.

now, if you wanted to capture her to be your own pokemon, i don't see any issue with that in and of itself. she clearly doesn't have a social group she belongs to (i imagine some of her injuries are actually from a kantonian herd chasing her off; ponyta are a prey species and often wont tolerate a vagrant who might make them an easier target). but you're looking at a pretty tough time bringing her back to health if she is indeed healthy enough to save her, and you'd have to make sure you have access to pasture. you'd need to make sure you have the right environment to raise a ponyta in, which can be tricky if you don't already own farmland.

as far as social concerns....i don't see too many issues from your ribombee, since they're not terribly fearful and like helping injured pokemon with their pollen puffs. your minccino and raichu are more likely to be fearful of a larger pokemon, but could be slowly introduced. the main issue is that ponyta need interaction with conspecifics or at the very least pokemon that are of similar physiology/social structure to them. skiddo and mudbray are common companion pokemon outside of members of their own species. if you want to keep this ponyta, you need to be ready to also take in a buddy for her, which may be more than you're willing or able to do.

there's always the option to try and nurse her back to health with help from a vet and then rehome her as well. but at the end of the day, while i think the ranger you called should have given you a bit more of an explanation, they weren't wrong: letting this pokemon die naturally is not a bad thing to do.

[cosmiccyndaquil]

OH GOD OH FUCK new pmd idea okay what if.

what if pmd rescue team took place in the distant future of pmd eos, you know after everything was fixed up and time was running properly,

and the ninetales was the partner and got the idea to curse that human to turn into a pokemon (gengar) because of pmd eos hero

and yk how they talk about a great explorer lucario? what if that was pmd eos hero (who in this idea is. Not actually alive anymore and also their death was the reason the ninetales went off to the mountain)

this of course definitely is not canon and probably has like thirty million holes in it but its my new headcanon now 👍

[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????

[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

[paradox-destroyer]

👂

[A conversation from the near future]

"You know, it was hard for me to accept too, at first. MC Pupper was just a rockruff when he got sick. Sure, I was glad to see him as a Greavard, but man, I'd be lying if I said there weren't times where I'd look at him and feel so many things. Regret, guilt... Felt like I cursed him in some way. But every time I'd break down about it, he was always there, favorite rope toy in his mouth... Ready to be livin' it up as a ghost type."

"Heh... That's how it's like with Mabosstiff."

"Why do you still call him Mabosstiff, then?"

"It's what he recognizes as his name."

"He told me his name's Buddy."

"I find it hard to believe that you got that from him."

"Well, he also told me this story about you tryin'a learn how to cook? You were tryin' to mince an onion. He said he shook it all around for you."

"... How did-..."

"He told me he never wanted to taste an onion again, either; heheh!"

"... pfff! Yeah, he never liked 'em..."

"It's okay to be upset that he's not quite the same like he used to be."

"But he is, he just... Looks and feels different, is all."

"Honey I can tell just by the way you look at him, you know it runs a little deeper than that."

"..."

"He's glad to still be here. Even if it means being a different Pokémon. He's just happy he still gets to be with you."