#Rare Pokémon styles

[goldensunset]

i’ve been thinking about the pokémon memes where it’s like playing off of that one quote that’s like ‘truly strong trainers should try to win using their favorites’ and it’s like ‘ok well my favorite is [something blatantly overpowered]’ and it’s got me curious. how many people genuinely love pokémon that also happen to be really strong competitively?

so if you will. pick a favorite pokémon (for any reason! whether it’s cuteness or strength or nostalgia etc. no judgment) then go here https://www.smogon.com/dex/sv/pokemon/ and look it up

(you’ll see something that looks like this. see where it says tier and has some gibberish afterwards? don’t worry if you don’t know what that means but tell me what the letters/words are)

also if there are multiple forms and the distinction matters to you make sure you get the right one lol cuz the tiering can be different

edit: forgot to mention i mean specifically in SV! which is what comes up by default. rip every pokémon that either isn’t in SV (it’ll say ‘national dex’) or used to be better but has since fallen off relative to new pokémon

[90s-2000s-barbie]

October 7, 2009

[starrysilvalley]

Time for the secondary protagonist of this tale, Emmet! He may have a familiar face— if only he had the same understanding of himself. He occupies more of a Virgil/mentor archetype, and within the Pokémon games universe he would be the closest to a Professor role.

To emphasize again, this project takes place in distant future of the Pokémon in-game universe. The plotlines of previous games are all considered canon up until Pokémon Scarlet and Violet. Anything past that is considered non-canon within the context of Spectrum. Emmet’s place in particular was based on the context of PLA and my own interpretations/theories on the subject of the twins when playing it (mostly answering questions like “where is Emmet”, “is he in present-day Unova or another time/place entirely”, “what happened to cause the separation”, etc.)

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Emmet is an amnesiac and fugitive against the New Unova League, as well as a surrogate father to Una. Despite being a verrry blunt and open book, Emmet remains a bit of a mystery. His earliest memory is waking up in the custody of the Pokémon League with nothing but his ratty coat and hat that just so happened to have his name stitched inside. Interregators told him he was found with illegal possessions (what type of possessions, he still doesn't know) and had been conspiring to eliminate the Champion. It was only through an intervention that he was able to escape with a mysterious little girl in tow. To this day, he still has no idea where he came from before his captivity or if he has any roots somewhere in New Unova. Although there will always remain the desire to know his true self, under the current circumstances, Emmet is focused more on his found family in Una and his business partner Fajra.

Due to his experiences, Emmet has a tendency to be more reserved… at least, sometimes. He is more mischievous than he first appears and typically uses this to his advantage when faced with more sketchy characters. He is very observant, but learned that his commentary can get him into trouble. It also may just be that he has become more restrained with his trickster side in order to show a good example to the young rascal in his charge. If he wants her to follow his safety guidelines, he should probably learn to follow them himself, right?

Emmet currently only has one Pokémon— a Neo Variant Liepard. If he had any other Pokémon prior to his amnesia, he has no way of knowing where they are or what they were. He acquired Liepard during his incarceration, but he’s never spoken on the specifics of how he acquired her. Regardless, their experiences together led to a strong comradery between them. Liepard is almost always out of her pokéball and flanking his side. For whatever reason, Emmet never pursued acquiring more Pokémon and seems to avoid Pokémon battles altogether. He’s never made it clear why this is the case. However, on the rare occasion where he and Liepard do battle, they are notoriously ruthless and almost perfectly in-sync. At the very least, he has shown to have a strong knowledge of battling, even if he doesn't seek it out.

I currently do not have as many sketches of Emmet as I do Una since I'm building Una from the ground u, and I struggle to find a design/style I like for him. This sketch of the pair and their Pokémon is one of my favorites.

My one other drawing I liked was an even chibi-er version of him (I don't usually draw in chibi style, but its proven to be the easiest to use), including some character notes from the time.

I've gone back and forth on a LOT of his character since I wanted to have his character explore a twist in the themes originally given to him by the creators. I know there are theories that Emmet is meant to embody truth while his brother embodies ideals, so its been an interesting challenge to work with this character in the dystopian context where truth is oppressed and often requires characters to abandon honesty. Its also difficult because Emmet is known for his optimism and I don't want to take that from him, even in a dystopian context. I believe his upbeat/mischievous nature helps him stand out from his brother, and quite frankly, I think even dystopian worlds could use some hope. I'm just more use to writing Ingo characters rather than Emmets. I'm hoping I can do this little guy justice :’)

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I might be wrong, but it's implied that dragons are an extinct species in the SDV universe. So like, what if the Farmer found a petrified dragon egg, or even a whole clutch, and somehow managed to hatch it/them Game of Thrones style? They've done some insane stuff both in canon, and in SVE and RSV so it's not hard to imagine they'd do the truly impossible like reviving not only an extinct species, but a magic species at that. Rambling aside, onto the question: how would the SVE mages (including Morgan) and adventurer's, and Mr. Aguar from RSV react to the farmer's feat of bringing dragons back to life?

(P.s, maybe add Mr. Qi as well bc I imagine he'd be VERY interested in this event)

You're 100% right

And it's interesting: I've long wondered why there was no mention of dragons anywhere in the notes or in the library, when there are skeletons and teeth of these very same dragons lying around in the Calico Desert and Ginger Island? And can serpents be considered descendants of these dragons?

Lance's mention of his teacher with the title "Dragon Master" also gives us the right to believe for the existence of dragons in the SDV world (although I used to think it was just such a cool title for his teacher. Or a reference to Lance's Pokémon trainer in general).

But enough rambling! Thanks for your ask and enjoy some short stories ☺️🫰

Warning: this post is long...

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Marlon & Gil:

Marlon sipped his tea quietly in his Guildhall on a cold winter morning, to the crackle of a blazing fireplace and the soft snores of his friend, Gil. The one-eyed adventurer was enjoying a rare moment in his life - a quiet morning, with no worries about stocking up on provisions and elixirs, no worry about monsters...

But apparently the Yoba itself decided that Marlon had had enough of the peaceful time and presented him with a Farmer riding a dragon. The flying reptile with purple scales, beautiful as amethysts, along with its rider managed to smash through the old Adventurer's Guild roof, but thankfully no one was hurt.

If Marlon had only known Farmer for a few months, he would have been in mute shock at what he had seen. Now that the youth was a full member of the Guild for the second year, Marlon only sighed tiredly and went to the undestroyed room to get his tools. Dragons? Yes, he was interested in that. But questions later, first they need to fix the hole in the roof because it's cold winter outside, you know.

The Farmer will help, of course, as they are the direct cause of the collapsed ceiling. And the Gil will join in when he stops hiding his chuckle behind his snoring. He's been awake for a while now, and he can hardly contain his laughter (and his pride in Farmer) while pretending to be asleep.

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Isaac:

If the quote "I don't get paid enough for this shit" were a person, Isaac would be the complete personification of that phrase.

Anyone would be shocked, amazed and delighted by the most beautiful and noble creatures that had extinct so long ago that many people no longer believed they existed and had come to regard them as a fairy tale and a legend. Anyone, but not Isaac. Because the moment the master of the dangerous reptiles appeared before Isaac's eyes - he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Let no one dare tell him that 'Farmer is special' or 'Farmer knows what to do'. No, they don't know what they're doing! A bloody immature upstart who coddles a dangerous dragons like a puppies! That even now the curious reptiles are slowly moving towards Isaac to sniff and study him, a man they don't know. And how does HE know what the hell is going on in their heads?! Maybe they see him as just another snack, for Yoba's sake!

He won't be tempted to trade his own safety and the safety of other people for prickly curiosity. He will not, like the others, reach for the huge toothy maw, nor is he going to scratch the head of the purring (dragons can purr?) creature. Isaac goes to report the Farmer and the dragons to the Order of Pythagoras, and he doesn't care that he'll be disliked by many for such an act. It will take a long time before Isaac finally trusts the Farmer and their pets, but that will be a while yet. For now, the scarred adventurer will do what he thinks is right.

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Lance:

After a long training in swordsmanship and magic spells, young Lance always waited with joy for his teacher to call him for a short break. After all, it was during the break that they would both go to the tavern, eating dinner, where his teacher would praise him for his success in the last training session, and most importantly, tell him another fascinating legend about monsters and creature. Even though his mentor was a "Dragon Master", they haven't met any dragons themself. Their great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, however, had seen the beautiful flying reptile once with his own eyes.

Oh, how Lance wanted to be the man who would see a dragon, how he wanted to believe they still existed!

It was just a childhood dream that Lance had long since grown out of. But life had given him an unexpected surprise.....

He slowly touched the dragon's snout, gently running his fingers over the warm scarlet scales. Taking his time, careful not to bring his fingers too close to the razor-sharp fangs. Lance almost couldn't tear his gaze away from the big amber eyes that watched him intently. Slowly turning his head towards the Farmer, the pink-haired adventurer saw a sign of approval that he could continue. Giving his friend a grateful nod, Lance turned his gaze back to the dragon. Who would have thought that gallant adventurer would have the opportunity not only to see this marvellous creature, but also to learn from Farmer how miraculously they were able to do the impossible.

It'll go down in Lance's memoirs for sure.

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Jadu:

Due to insomnia, hard work with manuscripts and scrolls, and an unhealthy obsession with coffee, Jadu looked like the walking dead these days. Add to that the fact that the young wizard was as stubborn as an ass: no matter how much Lance tried to gently help his friend, no matter how much Isaac tried to force him into bed, and no matter how hard the others tried - to no avail. Jadu's goal was to finish the job - and he'd done it, and sleep was of secondary importance to him.

Naturally, this disregard for his sleep regime was not without consequences, and so Jadu, about to teleport back from the Stardew Valley to the Castle Village, didn't even realise how the world swam before his eyes and his body went limp. But before poor wizard lost consciousness, he felt that someone had grabbed him and would not let him fall. Half an hour later, Jadu realised that he was not lying on the cold ground, but in the warm embrace of someone... with scales? And wings? And claws on its paws?

Is he still asleep?

But as it turned out, he emerged from the realm of reverie and listened half-asleep to Farmer's restless speech. The sensation of inhuman skin and the word "dragon" made Jadu jump up as if scalded by boiling water and quickly get to his feet.

A dragon?! A real one?! Where from and how? Farmer, please explain! You raised it? Where? And what kind of dragon?! He'd studied the legends, but he'd never thought he'd meet a large reptile himself. And what do they eat, and how do they conjure? He need to know? Sleep? What sleep, he doesn't need that right now!

It took a lot of effort for the farmer to at least get Jadu back to a sitting position. It is not clear whether the noble reptile understood their words, but the creature's gaze was shrewd and full of wisdom. And amusement from this funny scene.

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Morgan:

Morgan follows the familiar hidden path again, behind a flowering tree with a swing, where there is a hole in the farm's fence. Trying not to make any loud noise, Magnus' young apprentice walks through the tall grass, holding back a playful chuckle.

Even though the Farmer had long ago told them that they would always be welcome at the farm and would be treated to ripe fruit from the greenhouse, Morgan still chose to visit in this way, adding intrigue and fun to their dull routine of studying the history of the Republic and the bestiary.

The young talent once again wanted to go into the chicken coop, where there was a void chicken that the Farmer had allowed them to feed and even give her name (Morgan had named her Coal). But when Morgan looked into the coop, instead of the usual joyful clucking, they felt a smoky breath coming from a toothy mouth that definitely did not belong to a hen. In the dark wooden room, Morgan couldn't see who it was, so all they could do was run out of the coop screaming in terror and crying.

Luckily, the Farmer, who had arrived quickly, had time to calm the child and explain that a dragon lived here for the time being.

Morgan at the mention of the mythical creature completely forgot about everything in the world. A moment later, the Farmer was bombarded with questions and requests to see dragon again. The farmer allowed (taking Morgan's word that they would keep it a secret). Wow, dragons are even cooler that void chicken! Sorry, Coal...

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Alesia:

Crazy... This was just a crazy idea. Maybe Alesia still had the option to refuse and get off the green dragon's back? Before she could say anything, however, Farmer gave the takeoff command to his winged friend, and they and Alesia, riding the dragon, began to separate from the ground higher and higher. The sniper was out of breath, and her mind was unable to comprehend what was happening. A farmer, a dragon - a living dragon! - and flying on top of a large reptile. How had all this happened for literally half an hour?

Alesia never thought she would agree to ride a dragon without a second thought. She felt a little ashamed, for she had been so quick to give in to temptation and curiosity, forgetting all about safety. But that view... Definitely worth it.

Finally when they landed and Alesia felt the solid ground beneath her feet, she had to temper her excitement and have a serious talk with Farmer. About the dragon, mages and adventurers should know. No, no arguments. It is better to let the senior adventures be warned, for it could happen that seeing Farmer on a dragon could mistake them for an enemy or potential threat. This is for the safety of both the humans and the Farmer with the reptile. The girl sees that this beautiful creature is significantly intelligent and wishes no harm to anyone. Therefore, she will feel safer if Farmer, as a responsible adult, makes the right decision.

But until they notified the Order and the others, Alesia would be interested to hear how the Farmer was able to not only raise the dragon themself, but also hide their existence from the others for so long. And, if the Farmer and the dragon itself are okay with it, to repeat another flight. Because that's was fun.

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Magnus Rasmodius:

The Farmer couldn't have been happier when, after months of caring for the dragon eggs, they saw the first crack of the shell and a cute little scaly face emerge. One little flying lizard was followed by two more, and now the trio are chirping and flying merrily around their parent, already begging for attention and food.

What Farmer didn't know was that as the dragonlings hatched, a strong magical flow would come out of the eggs, which Magnus Rasmodius definitely felt.

Shocked at the unknown strong source of magic, the purple-haired wizard dropped everything he was doing and teleported to the Farmer's house. The magic that had broken through his barrier? But the barrier was still intact! Then what? An anomaly? A strong corrupting spirit? Ancient magic? And his apprentice is right at the epicentre! But while Magnus was filling his head with horrific scenes and preparing to recite the spell, teleporting straight into the living room of the Farmer's house, all his battle fervour deflated. And before Magnus's gaze was an unharmed Farmer, with three little dragons sitting on top of them, eating peach slices with gusto.

On the one hand, Magnus has an irresistible urge to smack himself on the forehead for having conjured up such scary scenes, when as an experienced magician he should always keep his composure. On the other hand, he really wants to scold the Farmer for another wild thing. His gut tells him that he has a very long report to write to the Ministry of Magic. He also needs a bottle of strong wine to get drunk and pass out after all this madness. Poor wizard is too tired to marvel at the very fact that dragons have been reborn. Maybe later...

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Camilla:

My oh my... And how come the Farmer didn't tell her, Camilla, about this wonderful pet that breathes fire and can fly in the sky? She's their best friend, isn't she? And friends always share secrets with each other.... How did the Farmer manage to raise such a marvellous beauty? Really? Hmm, interesting.

Some might rightly resent that the head witch of Castle Village treats a dangerous mythical creature like a cute poodle. Even the dragon owner themself might be surprised that she doesn't show the reaction that people usually have at the sight of a big and scary dragon.

But even it look like Camilla in her favourite way is not serious about everything, it is not true at all. Quite the opposite, she will always put her duty to protect the people of the Village above all else. But she is confident in her abilities, so just in case the Farmer's scaly friend wants to make a little mischief in her domain, she will make sure that the creature never wants to appear on the Continent of Galdora ever again. But enough of that!

Camilla will become a more frequent visitor to the Stardew Valley, because the witch certainly won't miss the opportunity to study such an interesting specimen. Camilla also has some of the rarest pets, and the witch would like to get a dragon as well. Ah, what a cutie!

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Dr. Aguar:

For a fortnight now, Aguar couldn't figure out why his body was tingling with magic like an annoying itch. For a fortnight he had been walking around irritated, unable to understand the source of this itch that was driving him crazy and preventing him from working in peace. It was only at the bus stop that Aguar realised that the closer he got to the farm, the stronger the tingling became. There's clearly something the strange Farmer is doing here.... Magnus had already mentioned that the youth had a magical gift, just like Aguar himself. But the former mage knows nothing much about the Farmer: not their motives, nothing. So Aguar wanted to find out what the Farmer does, and whether it has anything to do with this unbearable itch.

Before Dr. Aguar could even reach the porch of the Farmer's house, something blue flew out of the door at full speed, but he couldn't see it because of its speed. The Farmer ran out after it, calling to someone and waving their arms.

The thing stopped abruptly in mid-air and returned to the Farmer, wrapping their body around Farmer's right hand and growling merrily. The Farmer, barely out of breath, held their breath as they realised they had guests and that they could see the dragon. Aguar, on the other hand, crossed his arms and waited patiently for the Farmer to start the conversation themself.

So that's what it was...

A dragon, yes? And a dragon of the water element, Aguar's own element. Indeed, this little reptile was too young to control magic on its own. And the incessant flow of the same element's magic influenced the flow of the scientist's magic. Very interesting. That's what really caught Aguar's attention. He's really going to want to study the dragon. Oh, spirits, Farmer, there's no need to look at him as a bloodthirsty monster! He won't harm this little one.

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Mr. Qi:

"Congratulations to you, Farmer. Once again you managed to exceed my expectations when your tending to the eggs I left behind succeeded. I didn't doubt the success one bit, of course not. I hope you enjoy your new pets, they are truly wonderful. Also, I'll put it on a note, they are fruit-eaters, so treat your dragons to fresh fruit often. Especially melon, these dragons love it. I already know that, hehe. Good luck to you, child. I'll keep watching your progress. And always remember, the key to success is within you."

The Farmer would probably have been surprised by a letter from Mr. Qi..... But alas, the little flying reptiles accidentally burned the paper before the Farmer could open anything.

[r0-boat]

perhaps some professor sycamore headcanons👀?

The Pokémon bug is biting me.

Probably because of my addiction too Pokerogue

Professor Sycamore headcanons

Sfw cut for length

Wow someone who is mentally stable and all around a really mentally healthy and physically healthy person? Well sort of... You see, Augustine Sycamore has a bad case of 'I can fix them.' a lovely charming and sweet man who has never been married because his track record of dating questionable borderline dangerous people and still somehow being the most wholesome person in the universe. He always has crazy ex stories to share and despite everything he rarely ever blames or resents them. It takes a lot for Sycamore to hate a person.

Professor Sycamore is a cheery person who looks on the bright side of everything and everyone around him except for himself despite his good sense of style, his handsome face, and his beautiful attitude, Sycamore is on the humble side, sometimes thinking rather poorly of himself. Any words of affirmation of any kind will make him melt into a shy mess, stumbling over his words as he tries to brush off the compliments.

He's a man that wears his heart on his sleeve He's proud of who he is and he will tell you everything about him rarely does he ever have secrets then when he does he's not very good at keeping them secret, his darting eyes and sweating face and clammy hands will give him away instantly. His carefree and cheerful attitude make him extremely popular with women. But he is extremely oblivious to how great he actually is.

He is a lover that is second to none he'll make you feel like the most important being in his life because you are. You are the apple of his eye and has a sketchbook where he sketches His Pokémon and takes notes However there are an embarrassingly amount of pages where he just sketches you, sometimes naked sometimes in imaginary clothing various poses, sometimes holding Pokémon, Sometimes holding miscellaneous objects. Anything.(He's a very good artist too) All of his drawings of you in his lab notes are wholesome He has another sketchbook of the more sultry drawings of you.

His favorite thing about you is your smile, and he wishes you could always smile. He craves when your lips curve upward, and he'll do anything to make you smile. His heart will stink if Your eyes will up with tears. His voice will get low, and he will gently murmur in a mix of French and English as he tries desperately to make you feel better, wiping the tears away with his thumbs, pepper in your face with kisses.

Another one of his bad habits is clinginess. Sycamore will go anywhere with you, but that's not what you think. Yes, he does love to give you physical affection like hugs or kisses, but most of the time, he's in the same room as you doing work on his laptop, taking notes, or just playing with a baby Pokémon in his arms. Anywhere you go, Even if it's outside in a park, he'll make it work. If not, if you have to go somewhere by yourself or he's stuck in the lab, he'll send you pictures throughout the day ranging from goofy shots of his face, random shots of his laptop or around the lab, or up close shots of Pokémon he's either working with or his own. When he finally gets home, or when you come home, he'll run up to you, hug you, kiss you, and give you cuddles until you both fall asleep.

Unsurprisingly Augustine's of language is physical touch, quality time, and occasionally gift-giving. This man is so in love with you that if he could, he would take you out on weekly dates. All his Pokémon, employees lab partners, acquaintances, and fellow professors know you.

Despite having powerful Pokémon he's not much of a Pokémon battler, He sees it as a fun activity for Pokémon to get exercise. He's very much a lover, not a fighter. Until... Someone his loved ones. Then it's like a switch snapped inside of him.

Knows how to play the guitar but hasn't done it in years and warns you that he's a bad singer before he sings a song for you. (He's voice is like an angel)

If you don't speak French then sycamore's favorite thing to do is speak to you in French because you'll never know what he's saying to you. He could say it the most sweetest nothings and filthiest things and you'll never know.

When he gets caught up in his work He will go many nights without sleeping sometimes he'll even forget meals. So please get on to him about that.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Settling Down (Peter Parker x Percy Jackson x Dick Grayson x Reader)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for Short fic request! Moving to the Pokémon world with Dick, Peter, and Percy?

A slight modification in that we're assuming they're already in the Pokemon world, and helping you choose your first Pokemon/general headcanons about them with Pokemon. Dick has a Lucario that he taught Acrobatics. Peter has a Pikachu that knows Electroweb. And Percy has a Dewott.

With the three loves of your life being lifelong Pokemon trainers, it may be surprising to some that you have never had one.

But you've never had the time, or the room, or inclination.

But with two vigilantes and a demigod as your partners, now you have all three.

Your apartment, a floor-through space, though technically Dick owns the whole building, is Pokemon friendly and accommodating. Percy uses the water room for training along with his Dewott, which is way more disciplined than he is - though sometimes they train with Dick and his Lucario in the gym area. There's a lab for Peter's experiments where his Pikachu helps expend its excess energy by producing the electricity for his machines when not utilizing the solar power grid.

But, since it's a chill day before you've asked your partners to help you actually find a Pokemon, you decide to see if they have any final advice.

Peter and Pikachu

Peter got his Pokemon the conventional way, from a Pokemon Professor.

He was a shy kid, and his Pikachu helped him come out of his shell, so to speak, mainly because it was so outgoing.

And quick to electrocute his bullies.

Getting his superpowers was, pun intended, quite a shock.

But now he finally had the strength and the speed to keep up with his zippy little friend. He could swing around New York with his little buddy zipping along like a lightning strike.

It was probably that that cemented their relationship.

They looked out for each other, developed new techniques, and perhaps most crucially, finally exhausted the little mouse of its boundless energy.

So with a much calmer and less aggressive companion, Peter and his Pokemon seem at peace.

When you find him, he's in his lab, and his Pikachu is playfully bouncing sparks around in the little wire cage they use to expend the surplus electricity.

"Hey! Excited about tomorrow, babe?" Peter chirps, grinning at you.

"Yeah. Just... trying to see if there's any last minute tips you have."

"Well... don't count out a Pokemon just because they seem too different from you. Pikachu and I get along so well, but we were so different at first. It took a while to realize how much it likes napping on me, even if it makes my hair stand up, haha."

Moves - Electroweb, Quick Attack, Electro Ball, Magnet Rise (speedy moves + floating to easier maneuver with Peter)

Dick and Lucario

Dick only got his Lucario from Bruce. It was an egg that hatched into a Riolu.

Bruce had been endeavoring to help Dick learn some responsibility.

So Dick raised the thing from a Riolu pup, taking care of it. A task he took to like a fish to water.

At first, he didn't want to take the Pokemon out with him on patrol, knowing it'd be in danger.

But one day he came home injured, and the worried Riolu sat with him all night, working so hard on something.

When Dick awoke, he realized his Pokemon had evolved. And not only that, it had learned Heal Pulse to try to help him.

Dick felt so bonded with his Pokemon then, and they began to work together, even on patrol.

So they trained together, with Dick's style even helping his Lucario learn a move it ordinarily couldn't - Acrobatics.

Dick trusts his Pokemon partner with his life, and it him - so much so that it rarely, if ever, is in its Ball. It tends to just chill in its own space.

"Your Pokemon tend to teach you as much as you teach them. Don't think about what a Pokemon can do for you at first - instead, just focus on feeling that starting connection. You're finding a friend for life."

Moves - Acrobatics, Heal Pulse, Aura Sphere, Bone Rush

Percy and Dewott

Percy caught his Oshawott in Montauk - perhaps it was sent to him by Poseidon.

Unlike Dick or Peter, his Pokemon tends to be a lot different than him - instead of strengthening what he knows, it covers some of his deficiencies.

His Pokemon is both more childlike than him, and more disciplined.

Which means it tends to help him him relax when he needs to, and urges him to train and focus when he should.

Meanwhile he can be the midpoint between its playful and focused moods.

When it became a Dewott, they made the choice to have its scalchops edged with Celestial bronze, and it helps destroy monsters with as much aplomb as Percy does.

They have both made the decision together not to evolve it further, as Dewott likes to be able to use tools.

Of the three, Percy tends to use his Poke Ball the most to take care of his Dewott. It's a quick way to get it out of danger, and Percy doesn't like when it wanders off.

He'll have it stored in his Poke Ball in public, usually, and unleashes it to battle or at home for leisure.

You encounter Percy listening to music and chuckling as the Dewott tries to dance.

"You can't worry about it all that much." Percy says to you with a smile when you ask for advice. "Your Pokemon will choose you just as much as you choose it. They're not just pets, they're partners too."

Moveset: Razor Shell, X-Scissor, Icy Wind, Air Slash

At the end of it all, you feel pretty excited at the prospect of finding a Pokemon of your own.

Dick has reminded you to focus on the connection, and not the potential capabilities of a partner.

Peter has told you to keep an open mind.

And Percy has reminded you that it's a two-way process.

With all these tips, your anxiety is mostly calmed.

And of course, it's forgotten before bedtime when Dick playfully lines up their Pokemon and makes them "promise" to make your new buddy feel at home.

Pikachu chirrups playfully, Dewott nods seriously, and Lucario crosses its arms and holds one paw out, trying to do a thumbs up.

And you just know that no matter what happens, your new friend will be coming to a great home...

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: FALK WHITE

Full Name: Falk Soren White

Birthdate: December 24th, 1997

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Queen Snow White (Mother), King Florian (Father), Seraphina White (Younger Sister), Evil Queen Grimhilde (Step-Grandmother), Evie Grimhilde (Step-Aunt)

Love Interest: Tabby Andrews

Friends: Tee Wiley, Ben Beast, Petra Müller, Greer Grimm, Minty Liddell, June of Agrabah, Willa Darling, Doug Dwarf, Carlos de Vil

Likes: Running, Pokémon, video games, challenges, animals, cleaning, sports, music, romance, sweet food

Dislikes: Laziness, uncleanliness, boredom, apples, public speaking, being in the spotlight

Phobias: Heights

Style: Athletic wear when he's running, otherwise he wears lots of silk shirts, loafers, suits, literally Mr. Fancy Pants

Speech: Soft spoken but knows how to get loud and will when he's intoxicated, rarely swears, likes to make random noises when he's nervous

Physical Quirks/Scars: Lots of little knacks and bruises at all times from being so active, always smells like cleaner

Personality: Athletic, clean, challenger, nervous, quiet, scattered, a bit chaotic, kind, animal lover

Background: Born and raised in the White Kingdom, Prince Falk has been media trained his whole life, from the very first season of The Real Housewives of Auradon, in which he was still a toddler, to his mother's endeavors in journalism, Falk and his little sister Seraphina have only ever known a life in the spotlight. Then again, what else is expected of a future King? Still, Falk never much enjoyed being in the public eye, preferring enough privacy to go about his athletic endeavors and spending much of his free time in Auradon's animal park. When his mother agrees to star in a reunion special of The Real Housewives, Falk begs to be sent to Auradon Prep to escape more cameras. There, he is immediately well-loved, as he has no qualms cleaning people's rooms when he gets nervous or doing their homework to take some workload off them. He's well-respected as one of the fastest runners on the school's team as well. When the VKs come to Auradon, Falk can hardly seem to get away from his step-aunt Evie, who seems to want to know as much as she can about him. When Falk is suddenly poisoned, all his loved ones can hope for is that true love's kiss really can cure all curses.

Faceclaim: Michael Cimino

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[juleteon]

VERY LONG INFO DUMP ABOUT THEM IN THE READ MORE..

Before the expedition / home planet: would zone out often thinking about how the world around them works. They experimented a lot with optics, light and especially color, was a great source of fascination to them. They'd crouch at the corner of a room, playing with shadows when light hit through a slit in the wall. They'd construct little toys and crystals to reflect and refract the light through. They were so drawn to the fact that despite these colors being so rare, they did have eyes that evolved to see them,. A lot of spite towards their ancestors that brought the eternal darkness upon their kin. Was bashed and judged for not just accepting it as is, for being so deeply preoccupied with whatever they saw as "wrong" in the world instead of accepting the reality as it currently was. But their curiosities led them to study and learn enough to be a useful and relevant asset in interdenominational research. They've been bored for too long in their life and being an intern really sucked. They were tired of adults telling them to stop playing with toys, they were tired of teachers telling them to focus on more important subjects and they were tired of the expected complacency. Becoming a rather bitter, anxious and avoidant person. Preferring to hone their skills to work independently and alone as often as they could manage. They accepted the job when it came to field work. But field work was dangerous and was never permitted for expedition without a registered pair or group, which made them very uneasy. They were not a cooperative worker by any means. Brilliant, experienced, very knowledgeable and useful, but they worked best alone and hardly ever connected to their fellow scientists or workers.

■ Basically accidentally causes death of their coworker (she / her) in an expedition because they dismissed her and left her alone for a task they were sure would be simple - in truth, it was a selfish desire to just distract her so they could engage in the research that they cared about alone, without interruption. Will have nightmares of her haunting them. Has an ick for ghost types.

■ Getting to Alola: The wormhole that brought them to alola basically meant escape. They couldn't return. They didn't speak at all for a good portion of their hiding. Coping by watching Pokémon and people and compulsively taking notes like a scientist's diary because treating it as "research" was their way of dissociating themselves from the situation they're in. Has a tendency to analyze and intellectualize their feelings rather than feel them.

At first, they from what they've gathered, they thought to reach to the Aether Foundation as they too, seemed like respectable scientists. But…! Not a good place for an alien to walk into…! They're clever enough to escape (not without harm) but now all their brain is even more jumbled up because they feel like everything they've learnt about humans and communication so far was a lie (being manipulated into wrong sense of security but then we're taken advantage of). Instincts of fear kick in, anxiety and paranoia are spiked up.

Team skull is their shelter. They get long garments to cover and hide their skin. Sunglasses to protect their eyes. They're learning to be part of a group and about actually belonging. They're still a bit of a bitch at first but the grunts want to learn and they figure how to navigate their language to share their interests and teach actual science to uneducated dropouts (basically autistic rambling).

They pick up on the teams mannerism and character. They're in love with bug types and colonies, and how social structures work and ecosystem coexist in such wide diversity. They hoard wimpods & style their hair like antenna.

Eventually they learn to chill and become way more laid-back, less stuck up and stressed 24/7. Because they have faith in their abilities through having faith in their team. Still an antisocial bastard though. Bonus factoids:

■ Has blue / teal blood like horseshoe crabs

■ Really dislikes strong artificial lights especially flourescent lights. It hurts their eyes

■ Makes very weird noises as a vocal stim, very embarrassed if anyone but their pokemon catch them do that, though

■ Gets dizzy if in the sun for prolonged periods of time but if they're focused on a mission they don't care as much

■ Struggles to pay attention to their own state and body, too preoccupied with their surroundings and interests

■ Doesnt register humor very well, takes them a while to acclamate. The concept of puns is beyond them.

■ Very picky eater. Doesn't take too well on human food. Murky drink enjoyer tho.

■ Will basically get drunk off of Pinap juice ( similar to pinapple enzymes, it gets their brain a little woozy and funny )

■ Loves chewing gum ( was taught to blow bubbles by Plumeria ) and icecream

■ Struggles with local tech because it's not as advanced or nearly as precise to what they're used to so they resort to traditional methods instead ( paper & chalkboards. Chews on the chalk sometimes too )

■ Writes a lot of notes of observations and lessons in their shitty handwriting. Loves pens and stationary more than screens

■ Collects bunch of sand, rocks , feathers and shells in their pockets to study later.

■ Doesn't have a fear of weapons (guns, knives) because they view them as an indicator of weakness or cowardly (basically, in their eyes: if you're weak, its legitimate and smart to wield a weapon to protect yourself, if you're powerful* and still use a weapon they find it cowardly and undignified) Much more afraid of those that use their words to influence others, instead (aka powerful people that Know how to use their power)

*powerful doesn't necessarily meaning physically strong, but also as in a position of power / control / influence.

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Gotta ask about my favourite spark lynx even if I fear the potential of them not being the best. How good of a pet would Luxray make?

Luxrays are an interesting case; while their score indicates that they may not be the best pet for most owners, adopting one would not be quite as risky as many other electric-type or predator pokémon.

They are certainly on the larger size, unfortunately, at four and half feet tall. They’re certainly pretty lightweight considering their size, but a luxray would be the kind of pet that might be a little difficult to make room for on the couch (or to get off of your lap when you need to get up!) At this size, we must take into consideration that wild luxrays are active hunters (Diamond), which would indicate a very active and aggressive play-style that could be dangerous. Think about it: house cats are pretty aggressive and energetic in their play, but it isn’t much of a problem for us because they’re so small. When you’re talking about an over four foot tall animal with much more strength, much sharper claws, and a much higher bite force, let alone the fact that they can use blasts of potentially paralyzing electricity! Keeping a large predator as a pet, especially one with moves like luxrays have, is always going to be risky and difficult.

That being said, in the positive column: luxrays are social creatures. They’ve been known to live in packs (Legends: Arceus), and there’s little indication in the Pokédex of aggression towards others or antisocial tendencies. Also, rare among electric-types, luxrays do not emit electricity uncontrollably from their bodies. In fact, it seems that the primary way that luxrays use charged up electricity is to power the peculiar ability of their eyes to see through “anything” (Diamond, Shield). Doing so uses up energy, which they can “recharge” by sleeping to re-absorb ambient electricity (Shield). Luxrays use this ability for multiple purposes in their day-to-day lives, from hunting down prey (Diamond), to seeking lost members of the pack (Platinum), to scouting for danger (HeartGold/SoulSilver). Since luxrays use most of the electricity they store for this purpose, there isn’t any indication that it would be unsafe to touch them or have them around in your home.

Overall, given their size and behavior, it’s difficult to recommend a luxray as a pet in the same way that it would be difficult to recommend a cougar as a pet. That being said, if you are looking for a good electric-type or predator pokémon, a luxray is definitely a better option than most.

[divergent-paths]

To Alex -

So since the Gym leaders and elite four members use Terastallizing to make other Pokémon types “honorary” members of their teams (like grass tera type sudowodo for the grass gym leader), will you have a honorary Pokemon if they have the rock tera type? Or that’s not your style?

Just curious because there is a wild Breloom around Medali city that’s tera type is rock, and a rock tera type Avalugg on the edge of Glaseado Mountains.

Alex doesn't tend to be a trainer that goes out hunting for 'mons, instead deciding upon encounter whether he and the 'mon vibe enough to travel together. Miraidon's a rare exception, as it's the first time he's been handed something that isn't a rock-type, as well as needing special care. Whether he'll eventually get non-rocks, well, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sharkboywrites]

Hi! Could I request an Iris with a teen little brother figure reader that's from hoen and has a kirlia as a partner? I really love your work and I hope you have a nice day/night :}

Iris With An Older Brother Figure

A/n: hiii I’m very excited about this request because I love Iris. I remember watching the black and white anime when I was younger and always thought she was cool so I’m happy I get to write for her

Male reader, platonic/familial relationship, reader is from the Hoen region and has a kirlia

Having Iris see you as an older brother is definitely an interesting experience to say the least

Iris is full of personality and energy, it’s rare that you’ll ever get a break with all the things she wants to do

You’ll most likely have some kind of adventure planned for the day

She either wants to battle, go hunting for Pokémon, or travel around Unova

She can and will complain to you about her job as a gym leader after a long day

As energetic as she is, she still does get a little tired doing the same thing all day

She asks so many questions about Hoen, you’ll be having a normal conversation and she’ll throw in something to do with where you’re from

Basically playing twenty questions at this point

She absolutely adores kirlia

The Pokémon’s style is right up her alley and she can’t stop gushing about how cute it is every time you bring it out

She sets up Pokémon playdates between kirlia and axew

They get along surprisingly well

They almost remind you of yourself and Iris with the way they act

Iris wants to battle all the time

If she wins then her confidence will be through the roof and she’ll tease you, but if she loses then you’ll have to comfort her for the next half hour

She also play fights all the time, fake punches, kicks, and slaps are now a daily thing

Most of your day will be spent with Iris hunting Pokémon after her battles at the gym

She just finds it so thrilling, even if she’s caught more than twenty pidgeys at this point

She also just generally enjoys being in the outdoors so I hope you do too

Afterwards you’d get something to eat at a nearby restaurant, although you’re usually the one paying

There she’ll recount all the battles she had that day to you

It’s a long and loud conversation, so you might want to get a caffeinated drink

She’s a very energetic girl, and you’ll probably need the same amount to keep up with her, but hearing her call you her “big brother” is worth it in the end

And another request done! I really had fun writing this, Iris is just such a fun character and she’s very important to me, Ty for reading and have a nice day :)

[rougepancake]

The Summoning (chapter three)

Ft. Leon x F! Gym Leader! Reader

series m.list

SUMMARY: Before you read this and think “what the fuck pancake this makes no sense.” YES IT DOES!! YOU’RE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE JUST GIVE IT SOME TIME TO HIT PLEASEEEE

Exhibition matches were both your favorite and least favorite thing about running the gym in Ballonlea. Tons of challengers faced you, but not many advanced further. Both you and Raihan were put there to filter out the challengers. In truth, only the most committed trainers made it to face the champion.

Your gym was designed to be challenging, from the trial to the actual battle, trainers were kept on their toes. Everything was set up to make those who entered question themselves. It was not for the faint of heart, which was why you disliked your matches so. There had been many times where you had defeated a child, only for them to wallow in their misery. The older ones could handle defeat, thankfully, which made things a little easier for you.

When you got up in the morning, you found that Leon had already left. He was considerate enough to make the bed and tidy up the room some, so that was a plus. You were thankful, really. With Leon out of your house, you had nothing to worry about. Now you’d be able to fully dedicate yourself to the gym today. Allister would be there to watch, as well as the rest of the town.

Due to where you were stationed, your matches were rarely sold out. Many people disliked the idea of having to go through the Glimwood Tangle just to get to Ballonlea, so they opted to stream instead. Your matches were the most streamed out of the gym leaders. Raihan was a very close second, but because he was in Hammerlocke, his live audience was much bigger than his virtual. Same for Leon.

“I’ve reserved you and Mimikyu a seat for the matches today,” you spoke as you brushed through your hair. It wasn’t styling the way you wanted, and it was starting to piss you off. “If there are any complications, don’t be afraid to go and speak to one of the staff members.” You knew no one would give him problems. In fact, the people of Ballonlea loved him. You just knew how anxious he could get.

Once you finished up with your hair, you went on to do your makeup. You finished that up in no time and moved to finish layering your outfit properly. You looked yourself over in the mirror before heading out and grabbing something to eat. Allister had already headed out, no doubt playing with Mimikyu by the backyard.

You felt your Rotom phone ring, causing you to startle. “Hello?” You double checked to see who was calling you.

“Hullo. It’s Piers. I saw that you donated a bunch to Spikemuth’s charity fund,” he paused, his tone awkward. “I just wanted t’ say thanks. If you ever need anything, Spikemuth is in your corner.”

Before you could even respond, he had hung up. It was true that you had made quite the hefty contribution to the fund, mainly because you felt for them. You were rather fond of the city, so naturally you felt inclined to donate. You did that with Turffield and Postwick too. Small towns like them deserved the proper funding, and you were more than willing to help.

Your phone began to ring again, and you thought it was Piers calling you back. Gordie’s contact photo stared at you as you held your phone in your hands. Gordie didn’t call unless it was something important.

“Hey, I’m sorry to call you before your matches, but I thought you should hear this. Sonia and a few of the meteorologists in Wyndon recorded data on yesterday’s storm. They were able to deduce that the Pokémon are acting oddly because of the unique weather pattern. According to them, storms that intense haven’t touched the region in about three thousand years,” he gave you a second to process everything. “Something bad is coming, and I think that kiddo was seeing the ultimate future of the region.”

“I see… I’ll send it what I recorded yesterday. Other than that, I don’t think I can aid them any further,” you paused, looking at the entrance to the gym. “Thanks Gordie, I owe you one.” You heard him chuckle before hanging up. The news he gave you was… something, no doubt. You pushed yourself past your fans, aiming for the locker room. Your Pokémon were more than ready to battle, but you weren’t. Three thousand years? How did they even come to those conclusions? And what was happening three thousand years ago that so greatly affected the region.

A sigh passed through your lips as you heard your Gengar break free from its Pokéball. It was antsy, so you decided to take it onto the field with you. According to your schedule, you had a lot of challengers lined up for today. The chances of them beating you were slim, but you’d encourage them nonetheless. That was your job after all. Challengers of all ages were welcomed by your gym, and you supported them attempting your challenge multiple times. Most didn’t, but the determined ones would, and those ones would usually make it past you and move on to Raihan.

You patiently sat inside the locker room, watching the camera footage of the gym to see your first challenger enter the trial. Poor thing couldn’t have been no older than twelve, and looked scared out of her mind by the thought of the ghost type gym. She was going to be in for a scare, unfortunately, since your trial was an ever changing maze. It was a labyrinth, designed to be complicated and confusing. The challengers always had the option to call for help if they got lost, but you could see the determination in this one’s eyes. She was scared, but she was smart. Any puzzle that was thrown at her, she knocked out of the park. The trainers you assigned for today’s matches stood no chance against her.

She knew her stuff, seeing as her team was filled with dark type Pokémon.

Before you knew it, she had made it to the field. She was confident, you could see it in her eyes. You met her gracefully on the field, introducing yourself with a small smile. The two of you went to your respective sides of the field and called out your first Pokémon. Hers was a petite Umbreon, while yours was a massive Trevenant. You watched her confidence waver as you made your first move.

Allister watched you battle from the seat that you had reserved for him. He had always enjoyed watching you battle. It seemed like every time he saw you fight, he learned something new. He’d then apply it to his own battle style and go from there. This time, however, he just wanted to watch you. He admired you more than anything, and refused to listen to anyone but you. You were his whole world.

The commentator announced your victory to the stadium and the crowd roared. The little girl hung her head in defeat, holding back tears on the field. It broke your heart. Carefully, you walked towards her, placing your hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes.

“Come back and challenge me tomorrow. This is only a temporary setback, I promise,” you whispered sincerely, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. She nodded and left, leaving you to stand on the field alone. You gave your spectators a wave before heading back to the locker room.

Gengar broke free of its confines once again, floating around the room mischievously. The sight made you smile a little. What a troublesome thing it was.

The door to the locker room was thrown open, causing you to startle. You rose to your feet to meet the staff member that was standing in the doorway. He was incredibly out of breath, and could hardly get a word out. You caught on to his message and quickly canceled your next match, running out of the gym at full speed with your Gengar following after you. According to him, there was trouble on the main path of the Glimwood Tangle. You could feel a disturbance in the air as soon as you left the gym.

The sky was a weird purple color, and it only got darker the further you went into the forest. It didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on, as you were now faced with the sight of a Dynamaxed Aromatisse. No one appeared to be in area, which meant that you were going to be doing this alone. The fairy type Pokémon roared loudly, sending powerful vibrations through the air. Your Gengar looked at you in anticipation, and you recalled it. You Dynamaxed your Gengar, quickly taking out the Aromatisse. You captured it and fell to the ground, holding the ball in your hands.

“What the fuck…” you whispered. Your body was shaking. The sight of the Pokéball in your hands only meant one thing, and you feared that thought. You shook your head and rose to your feet, storing the ball away in your pocket. As if reading your mind, Gengar handed you your Rotom phone with a grin. With shaky hands, you called the first person you could think of— Leon. Why Leon? Fuck why not. He was the only one you could think of that could help you. Not even that, you just needed to tell someone.

“Y/n? Is everything alright?” His voice came through the receiver.

“Allister’s premonition… it’s coming true sooner than I thought…” Silence followed your statement. You had sent your head staff member a message to let Allister fill in for the rest of your matches. He didn’t think he was, but you knew that he was more than ready to take over. “Leon?” You questioned, double checking to make sure that the call had gone through. Thunder rolled in the distance. Another storm was on its way.

“I need you to…” he stopped himself, “I need you to meet me at Wyndon Station. I’ll book you a room at the Rose of the Rondelands. Please get here as soon as you can.” He didn’t elaborate further, but you could hear the urgency in his voice. Panic spread through you as you stared at the blank screen of your phone. How long were you going to be away? Was Allister going to be okay on his own? You quickly sent a text to one of the leaders within the community, asking them to keep an eye on the child, before running out of the Glimwood Tangle and summoning your Runerigus.

This Pokémon knew teleport, by some unique chance. You had gotten it studied when you found that in its move set, but no one had been able to explain it to you. You weren’t too fond of using the move. It was known to be dangerous for humans to teleport with a Pokémon, but you were making an allowance today.

Runerigus used the move, and you appeared outside of the Wyndon Station. People were everywhere, and when they noticed you, they crowed you, begging for autographs and league cards. It overwhelmed you greatly, so much so that you were beginning to feel dizzy. Thankfully, Leon appeared, forcing the crowd to dissipate. He extended his hand to you and led you to the hotel. No words were exchanged between the two of you as you walked. This only caused the tension between you to grow.

Once he had you inside the suite he had booked for you, he collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion in his golden eyes. He gestured for you to join him, but you were frozen in place.

“I fought a wild Dynamaxed Aromatisse, Leon,” you took the ball it was in out of your pocket, holding it up for him to see. “I fought it in the Glimwood Tangle. On the main path.” The ball was set aggressively onto the nearest surface. You stormed towards him, stopping just before you got to the couch. “I know I said I wasn’t going to make you speak up, but I think now would be a damn good time to.” Rain had begun to fall outside. The wind howled and whipped against the window as you spoke. “Damn it all! How many have you seen? How many have you caught and turned in to the Chairman? Hm?”

Leon let out an exasperated sigh, hanging his head at your words. “About ten now…” he frowned.

“Are you serious?” You could feel yourself getting weak in the knees. “What does the Chairman have to say about all of this?”

“He… he keeps telling me that it’s under control…” he sighed again, finally meeting your gaze. “It’s not safe for you to get involved.”

“It’s too late now. If it’s happening in my town, then I’m involved simply by association. And don’t think that I won’t help Stow-on-Side.” You got closer to him with each word you spoke. “You’re not giving me the full story here, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I could you but it wouldn’t make sense…” Leon shook his head and held it. “You wouldn’t be safe it you knew.” The tone of his voice was very telling, as was his body language. If it weren’t for your current state, you would have felt bad for him. “The Chairman… he’d only involve you, and I don’t want that…”

You watched him closely, your confusion turning into anger. “Fine. I’ll do my own research then. But you’re not going anywhere. You may be Rose’s loyal lapdog, but you’re now my acquaintance. You’re guilty by association, and that makes you just as stuck with me as I am you.” You scoffed, finally sitting down beside him on the couch. He flinched slightly before looking at you. “How long am I staying here?”

“I don’t know…” he trailed off, “I’m not trying to keep you from going anywhere, really… it’s just… I’d feel so much better if I knew you were safe. Out of all of my friends, you’re the one I’m worried about the most. You can still keep up with your gym, of course, but you’d be staying here in Wyndon.” His words made you frown. “Ballonlea will be protected, I promise. I just need you to work with me behind the scenes… if we can tackle this together then maybe…” His golden eyes searched your own, pleading with you to just listen to him. “I…”

“Allister will be protected?” He nodded. “Alright,” you crossed your arms and leaned back, “I’m all yours. But as soon as I catch word of bad things happening in Ballonlea, I’m ditching this project and protecting my village.”

“Thank you, y/n,” he offered you a small smile, but you didn’t return it. You felt nauseated. It was all so sudden, and you were having a hard time wrapping your head around what was going on. He couldn’t tell you, but he wanted to look out for you. It bothered you greatly.

“So what now? Are we working together?” You tilted your head as you spoke, searching his face for answers. He continued to smile, not answering you. “I just don’t get it. With everything Gordie told me earlier, and with the sight of the Dynamaxed Pokémon in the wild, what are we supposed to do?” You could feel your eyes watering at the thought. “How in the bloody hell are we supposed to change the weather?”

A gentle hand rested upon your knee and you frowned. “Let me tell you a story,” he began slowly, his smile unwavering. His voice was as soft and as sweet as his gaze, allowing you to ease up as you sat next to him. His thumb circled around your kneecap, and his eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he spoke. “Its going to be a little complicated, but I’ll do my best to retell it…”

“Three thousand years ago, a mysterious Pokémon descended unto the region. It fed off of Galar’s energy to survive, which caused a red light to shine up to the heavens like a beacon. This led to what we now call the Darkest Day. This mysterious phenomenon took the form of a black storm and caused the wild Pokémon of the region to Dynamax. They went mad in the process, and nearly destroyed the region. Things only ended when the Pokémon was defeated by the Galarian kings of legend.

”This Pokémon is known as Eternatus. The Chairman… the Chairman is striving to cause a second Darkest Day to avoid a shortage of Dynamax energy. That’s all I can tell you, because that’s all I know. He’s well aware of the crisis happening right now, and he truly believes that doing this will solve our problems— but—“ he cut himself off, frowning. “I fear that if he awakens Eternatus, things will only get worse.”

“Eternatus…” you mumbled to yourself, looking down at the floor in thought. “How come I’m only hearing about this now?”

“Well the tale of the two kings is told throughout the region, it’s just the rest that’s been locked away, like Eternatus.” He took his hand off of your knee and turned to look out the window. “You know, I gave Hop and a close friend of his endorsements to compete in the gym challenge early this morning…” the statement came out of nowhere, tearing you from your confused stupor. “If things go south in the region, at least I know he got to follow his one true dream,” he smiled sadly, his eyes fixated on the rain.

“Oh Leon…” you frowned and sighed.

“He’s already set out, and should be getting to Turffield soon,” he turned to look at you, determination shining in his eyes. It reminded you of yourself when you were younger. “Let’s save the region, for his and Allister’s sake!”

Ah, so he hasn’t changed since he himself had been competing in the gym challenge. His determination was admirable, however, you felt a twinge of sadness at the thought. So determined, yet so hopeless. How has he made it this far?

“You know, I have some acquaintances that would be more than happy to aid us,” you suggested, thinking of Piers and the town of Spikemuth. “Does Raihan have any idea about any of this?”

“He doesn’t, despite Eternatus being kept underneath his gym in Hammerlocke. I wanted to tell him, but I’ve been sworn to secrecy by the Chairman. The only reason I told you anything is because you were just so close to figuring it all out,” he sighed and ran a heavy hand through his thick purple hair. It was then that you noticed that he didn’t have his signature hat. Maybe he had left it at your house.

“This whole situation is just so complicated to me…” you sighed softly, shaking your head. Your Rotom phone began to ring suddenly, startling both you and Leon. You expected to see Allister’s name appear, but the sight caused your heart to sink in fear.

Chairman Rose had taken it upon himself to call you.

“Hello?” You answered the call, standing up and walking off to the side of the room. The phone was pressed to your ear, the sound of his breath echoing into your head. It made you cringe, but you didn’t dare hang up.

“Y/n!” He sounded glad that you decided to pick up. “I’m so happy you answered! Are you in the Wyndon area? I was hoping the two of us could talk about what happened at the meeting yesterday! You’re not busy, are you?” The joy in his tone was fake, grating on your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Of course. I’m in the middle of having lunch with a colleague, but I’ll be over in no time,” you hung up and gave Leon a look of frustrated confusion. “He said he wanted to talk about what happened yesterday,” as you spoke, you began collecting some of your things. The Aromatisse that you caught earlier was sitting where you had left it, and you snatched it up without another word. You shoved it into your bag and looked back at the champion. “You can stay here if you’d like. I’m sure you’ll want to hear about how it went.”

“Yeah…” he stood up and walked over to you, awkwardly looking into your eyes. “Just be safe, please.”

“No problem.”

꧁ ༺ ─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ─── ༻ ꧂

Rose Tower was a sight that you weren’t too fond of. You had always found the building to be slightly atrocious, especially when it towered over the rest of Wyndon. It had exactly one thousand floors, each dedicated to some form of nonsensical research, no doubt. You thought of it as a display of wealth and power. Clearly he was loaded, so why wouldn’t it be?

His head assistant, who you now know to be Oleana, met you at the entrance, staring at you solemnly. The rain had yet to cease, and it seemed to create a barrier between the two of you. You subconsciously clutched the handle of your umbrella as you neared her. Without saying a word, she opened up the door and led you inside. There was a spot for your umbrella, so you set it to the side before following after her.

You had been inside the tower many times, but you had never been past the first floor. Today, Oleana had taken you to the large elevator, trapping you inside with her. She looked to be in her thirties, and looked very full of herself. Every now and then you’d catch her glancing at you. She was plotting something.

“I don’t understand why the Chairman would summon you of all people,” the blonde finally spoke up, looking at you with unmasked disgust. She seemed jealous, almost, and you found that to be rather amusing. You said nothing as the elevator continued its trip up to the top of the tower. The higher up you went, the more you began to feel dizzy.

A few more minutes of tense silence passed before the elevator came to a stop and Oleana led the way for you once more. The top of the tower was wide and open, with nothing but two chairs and a small table set up by the edge. The woman leading you huffed and turned around, leaving you in the large room with the Chairman, who was looking down at the city of Wyndon.

He turned around, gesturing with a smile for you to join him. The closer you got, the more you realized that he wasn’t all too intimidating. You had known the Chairman for quite some time now, so you blamed your fear on your adrenaline and moved on. He seemed to be gentle and tired, but you could tell something was off.

“When I became the chairman of the Galar region, I vowed that every decision I made would be with the greater good in mind.” You now stood beside him, gazing down at the city of Wyndon in slight awe. “I’ve been the chairman for many years now, as I’m sure you know, and I’ve had to make many tough decisions that would affect the future of the region. Dealing with these storms has been one of my toughest decisions yet,” he turned to face you, still smiling. He led you over to the table and pulled out your seat for you. Once he was seated in front of you, he continued to speak. “Your plan for handling this situation was a very good one indeed, however, I cannot simply make such a rash decision based on the dream of a child.”

“Chairman, Allister’s premonitions are an enigma. I’ve never met anyone else who has been able to see the things that he does,” you explained, maintaining eye contact with him. “I refuse to dismiss his premonitions just because the concept is a little strange.” He watched you intently, still smiling. “That boy saw the destruction of the region at the hands of Dynamaxed Pokémon, and I fear that it’s playing out sooner rather than later.”

“You think so?” Rose questioned, his hands folded neatly on the table. The rain fell against the window roof harshly, and the sky was still dark, despite it being midday.

“I know so.” It was then that you pulled out the Aromatisse you caught this morning. “This Pokémon was on a rampage today in the Glimwood Tangle just outside of Ballonlea. I stopped my exhibition matches to handle it. It Dynamaxed on its own in the wild. My people could have been hurt. Travelers trying to see my matches could have been killed.” You set the ball on the table and stared at him, searching for some form of physical reaction. “If my plan were to be executed, then maybe we could get this under control. Until then, the routes between cities are far too dangerous for the public to travel through.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I believe that Dynamaxing is the future of Galar. To see wild Pokémon doing it is a miracle, is it not?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I believe…” Rose turned his head to look outside, “I believe that means that Galar’s energy is so abundant that even the Pokémon have taken advantage of it. It’s wonderful. The region is thriving.” His soft smile had turned into a grin. You felt like your argument wasn’t getting through to him.

“Rose! This is dangerous! Innocent lives are at stake here! What will you do when the entire region is wiped out by your so called ’miracle’?” You slammed your hands onto the table, practically pleading with him to listen to you. Slowly, he turned to meet your gaze once more. His expression was off putting in the worst way, making you wish that you had declined his offer.

“Galar will be fine, y/n,” he said gently. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and he sounded confident in his words. Unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to make any sense of it. “I refuse to let anything bad happen to our home. Though I must say— everything that I’m doing now is for our future generations. Trust in me, as you have many times before.”

A defeated sigh left your lips, and you hung your head. There was no point in arguing with him. “I have to go,” you mumbled, raising from your seat slowly. You refused to meet his green gaze. In your eyes, he was a villain. He meant well, really, but he was being rash.

“Thank you for joining me. I hope you have a safe trip back to Ballonlea,” Rose waved kindly before turning to look out of the large window. The rain was persistent still, relentless in its assault on the region. He sighed and thought about his interaction with you. It pained him to see you so set in your ways when he was doing wonders for the future of Galar. You reminded him of himself when he was a young trainer. He was calm and collected, but also brash and impatient. That side of him was the main reason that he and his brother didn’t get along. Rose frowned at the thought, looking down at his hands.

He missed his brother.

It took you three knocks before Leon opened the door. He looked exhausted, his hair pulled into a— very messy— ponytail. Books were littered around the common area of the suite he booked, with many opened to specific pages. His notes were also placed around the room here and there, making you rather curious as to what he had been up to.

“I was only gone for an hour and a half,” you said as you walked into the room, your eyes briefly scanning across the books you passed. “How were you able to get all of this done in such a short period of time?” You spun around to face him, awe painting your expression.

“Every book I’ve read has no mention of Eternatus, but rather the two kings, and their two Pokémon companions,” he stumbled forward, picking up one of the books and handing it to you. “I studied the history various monuments dedicated to the kings, and found nothing on them until I recalled the museum in Hammerlocke. It hints at the two Pokémon that aided the kings in their battle.” Leon stretched with a groan before handing you a sheet of paper. “The Sword and the Shield Pokémon. They haven’t been spotted since that day all those years ago,” he led you to the coffee table, showing you even more of his notes. “But— Hop and his friend Gloria ran into a Pokémon that matches the description of them in the Slumbering Weald.”

As you reviewed his notes, you couldn’t help but admire his intelligence. His thoughts, albeit messy, were pointed in the right direction. With this kind of thinking, the two of you were bound to come up with a solution in no time. Carefully, you set the papers down, giving him a reassuring nod.

“Why do you think that is? Could it be that they deem your brother and his friend to be special? Or maybe…” you trailed off, looking past him and out the window. “Maybe they can sense what’s coming. They could be trying to reach out to them for help.”

“Hop is in fact very special…” he mumbled, holding his head in his hand as he thought. “If that were the case, don’t you think that they would have reached out sooner?” He paused to collect his thoughts, changing the topic slightly. “Why is it that Eternatus has not once been mentioned… all I could find was the history of the Darkest Day.”

You gasped sharply, sitting upright and looking into Leon’s eyes. “There’s an altar hidden away in the depths of the Glimwood Tangle. Opal showed it to me when she began mentoring me years ago,” you paused, “I haven’t visited it in quite some time, but from what I remember, it’s dedicated to something beyond the Ancient Kings.” Your brows furrowed as you thought, and a frustrated sigh escaped you when you came up with nothing.

“I say we investigate that tomorrow,” Leon pondered before standing up. He rose his hands high over his head and sighed. The fitted shirt he was wearing rose slightly, and you found yourself taking a glance at the little skin it revealed. The champion turned to give you a sheepish smile, nervously scratching his neck. “You wouldn’t mind if I roomed with you tonight, would you?”

“Of course not. As long as you don’t snore, then I don’t mind,” you joined him in standing up, stretching with a soft yawn. The two of you bookmarked the pages of the several books he had found and put them away. Once everything was taken care of, you directed your attention to the weather. It seemed to have calmed some, yet the sky remained dark. Checking your phone, you saw that it was only about five in the afternoon, which meant that you had many hours ahead of you before nightfall came along.

“I was planning on showering and heading to bed a little early. I feel incredibly exhausted,” you admitted with a sigh. “You’re welcome to take one yourself. As for where you’ll sleep… I do believe that there’s a door that connects the bathroom to another bedroom. You can stay there if you’d like.”

“Don’t mind if I do. My body is practically screaming with how sore it is,” he grinned and patted your shoulder before heading off to the room. When you heard him close the door, you walked past into your own bedroom and began getting undressed. Your shower was warm and comforting, easing the slight tension that was beginning to build in your shoulders. Once you changed into the sleepware the hotel provided, you turned off your lamp, closed your curtains, and plopped down onto the bed.

It didn’t take sleep long to find you, thankfully, and you were allowed to properly rest for the first time in days. However, your gratitude was short lived. Your dreams were filled with sights of the Darkest Day and the Sword and Shield Pokémon. You saw the two kings defending themselves against what you assumed was Eternatus, and you saw them lose. Lose? They won in the original story, so why couldn’t they achieve victory once more? Images of Eternatus continued to flash across your mind, only causing you to toss and turn in your sleep. The sight of it was nightmare fuel on its own, but the fact that you were seeing it in your dreams was much more fear inducing. You had never seen it before, so why were you picturing it so clearly now?

Unless… unless it was reaching out to you.

You gasped and quickly sat upright in your bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Why would such a dangerous thing contact you of all beings? Your hands shook as you ran them through your hair. For a moment, you considered waking Leon to discuss your dream, but you chose to keep it to yourself until you were sure that it was real.

Sudden noise from the other room caught you off guard, causing you to jump slightly. Leon. Of course he snored like an Ursaring.

[nocturneblight]

“Mental moods of that silly jackal”

Grooving on through with the multiple styles of faces, Can you tell which is my favorite?

Been playing around with styles and emotions for faces and whatnot, getting out all the fave Pokémon drawings too with that, I’ve been contemplating on altering my art style somehow, maybe something more simple or cartoonic, something that would remind me of the 2000s era, I do like my current art style but… phew, I’m quite envious of those other artist that have a style to call their own, I doubt mines really a rare one. Sometimes I could just tell an artist based off how they drew they’re lines and or other features like the eyes or hair, I don’t really see that in my own oddly enough, I’m sure beauty is in the eye of the beholder but yeah. Just something I’ve been thinking about.

Anyways! Great day to all of you! Remember, Don’t ever judge others based on their race, gender, or other characteristics. What makes a human is their personality! Right and wrong! Good and evil! That’s what defines every single one of us! Yesterday, some folk I hanged around were judging people based on their gender, using phrases and stereotypes to crack jokes like they were truth to their fellows. I could not be anymore disgusted, going so nonchalantly about their day like speaking such filth is a normality is terrible, But instead of holding it as a grudge or demanding justice. I’ve chosen to forgive and forget, knowing I, myself, ain’t perfect. Although I will use their actions as an example, And so I say this: Be better, don’t fall into that foolish pattern of treating other humans like they’re all the same. They never will be, look into others for who they really are. Focus on what makes them themselves. You’ll never learn a thing you think you know.

[newspropaganda]

My Thoughts On MangaKamen and his YGO videos

When Literacy and Mainstream Media are not low enough

Here’s my opinion on MangaKamen and why he’s wrong about Yu-Gi-Oh!. He’s just another American fan blinded by idiocy.

MangaKamen is either lazy, doesn’t understand Yu-Gi-Oh!, or just pretends to. He comes off with this fake comedy gimmick that doesn’t appeal to me. His videos on Yu-Gi-Oh! girls are mostly biased and off-topic, giving us zero meaningful details. Instead, he just ruins the representation of the female characters. News flash: Yu-Gi-Oh! girls are great, but they’re rarely handled well by good creators like myself.

He mostly praises DM and GX, but when it comes to 5D’s, he goes off-topic, tearing down Crow and Jack. His so-called "essays" on why 5D’s failed are ridiculous—he’s just too stubborn to admit that 5D’s is far superior to DM and GX. He simply can’t accept that fact. Yet when he makes videos on Persona or Metal Gear, people get critical, but his Yu-Gi-Oh! content is a mess.

He sticks to mainstream garbage like your typical American, obsessed with his country's degeneracy. This is just another reason why he can’t be trusted with Yu-Gi-Oh! videos. He’s all about quantity over quality, more focused on literacy than being an actual critic.For example, in his 5D’s videos about the girls and the two main male characters, MangaKamen keeps doing the same thing—showing how incompetent he is at his job. He doesn’t understand Yu-Gi-Oh! at all. 5D's only had production issues during Season 1 when Tomioka was in charge, but he refuses to acknowledge that because he can’t be logical. The issues with Yu-Gi-Oh! girls stem from Japanese societal rules about women in anime and real life.

What really misses the mark with this guy is that he’s clueless. He should have said something like, “Even if 5D's is often the butt of production jokes, it’s not that bad compared to what people say. GX and DM had worse production issues than 5D’s or any of the later shows.” But no, he completely ignores that and acts like a jackass. He’s not insightful or literate—he’s just trying to be a smartass, mixing a Nostalgia Critic style with woke, feminist opinions.

He is clearly stupid and doesn’t understand logic or anything at all.

But here’s the deal! No one respects 5D's because of the fandom and its bullshit. If you offend the fandom or call out their garbage, you get blocked for being "nasty" and not politically correct. The hypocrisy is real—they get upset at anyone who doesn’t support DM or GX, but it’s perfectly fine for them to trash 5D's. The fandom just doesn’t give 5D’s a chance anymore. News flash: 5D’s was always the best of Yu-Gi-Oh!, not those first two shows!

But wait, why is 5D’s so underrated now compared to 13 years ago when it was a masterpiece of perfection and mainstream success? It’s because Konami went off the rails, promoting Duel Monsters Gen 1 support since 2015. And you all just obey Konami like typical Americans blinded by nostalgia!

And if he talks about OCG Stories, he’s just going to crap on it like he did with 5D’s during its tough times. We’re all sick of people like him—bastards who just repeat and copy other people’s thoughts, openly telling their fans something "failed." Failed? What?! OCG Stories is going strong, with its 4th volume just being released!

If he makes a video on it, he’ll just be feeding the beast. I’m not going to care since I’m not invested in this asshole’s opinions.

This is the same problem with YGO Everything, Noajenks, and other mainstream Yu-Gi-Oh! fans who only support GX and DM because their minds are stuck on the same old, tired topics. That’s exactly why I don’t support anyone in the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom, including the people I just mentioned. It’s all about reused topics and a lack of originality.

Do you know why the Pokémon fandom is more popular than Yu-Gi-Oh!? It’s not because the card game is less complicated or because of the anime. It’s because Pokémon fans are passionate and more humanized than the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom. The Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom is constantly divided by problems they refuse to accept, and it’s just stupid.

The Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom is split on multiple topics:

The anime being bad during DM because of the adaptation.

The manga being bad at times.

The card game and the Rush Era.

They go off-topic, get sensitive about everything they hate, and can’t handle even mentioning anything about Yu-Gi-Oh!.

MangaKamen should have existed 10 years ago—he would have been better back then because now his content is more off-topic than on-topic.

You really want to know what’s wrong with the Yu-Gi-Oh! community? It’s the internet—Twitter and YouTube—which makes it too complicated to deal with.

Does MangaKamen even have solid points anymore? No, he doesn’t. He’s clearly just doing it for clout and virtue-signaling. At least I respect his editor and his buddies—they’re more critical than he is.

But do you really want to know why the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom in America is so bad? It’s because they’re all the same when it comes to nostalgia. 5D’s got no respect after 2011 and slowly became a problem for them to consume. You can blame the political chaos in America for that crap. The real-life card game is super complicated, and MangaKamen uses that to trash the show. He’s even admitted that he prefers the game over the anime.

He also keeps using the dub version to annoy people, even though most fans don’t care which version they watch.

Also I noticed that, despite his popularity, it seems that every person that I've asked so far either never heard of him or doesn't watch his videos. And for someone who sticked in your brain as much as MangaKamen, it would be pretty interesting to talk about him.

American Yu-Gi-Oh fans are both vocal and hypocritical on anything. They only respect DM because of nostalgia and not out of sheer love. And to be fair, Yu-Gi-Oh! fans are mostly upset for no real reason—just like people getting upset at Donald Trump for "reasons." It’s like they have Trump Derangement Syndrome or something. And to be fair, Yu-Gi-Oh! fans seem to suffer from something like Yu-Gi-Oh! Derangement Syndrome, or maybe Konami Derangement Syndrome or even 4Kids Derangement Syndrome—where they just get irrationally upset about anything related to the series, like people do with Trump like how Mark Ruffalo is aways woke on Trump since 2016.

To conclude this statement. MangaKamen is a woke american femminsit.

[fionarara]

+ hipster ! kenma .

+ tw : one mention of a drug, cigarettes, slight cat slander, please this is a joke

+ hipster ! kenma . owns a hairless sphynx cat, because cutesy cats with fluffy fur are for plebs + hipster ! kenma . who shows up to a kickback party at kuroo’s place and upon discovering that the fridge is only stocked full of ultra-generic basic beer brands, decides he would rather drink the warm belgium-imported craft beer which has not yet been cooled, because dude would never be caught holding a shitty bud light in hand or drinking a white claw + hipster ! kenma . “knows the DJ” when you walk into this music venue with him, but in actuality, they only had a singular random encounter on the street during one of kenma's smoke breaks from his part-time job at a local arcade bar: this DJ guy just happened to be strolling by when he casually asked kenma if he could bum a cig off of him and come in real quick just to use the bathroom

+ hipster ! kenma . says, not only is it too expensive to touch up the roots of your hair so often with bleach, but it’s also way too high maintenance, and according to hipster kenma, high-maintenance = highly manufactured, super lame. clearly, presenting with two-toned slightly unkempt hair with a heroin-chic grunge look is some sort of torch one can hold about their own authentic individuality against the status quo...and how one is too cool to give a fuck, yeah + hipster ! kenma . who only rolls his own cigarettes, being the loose tobacco aficionado he is, and uses Bali Shag brand–exclusively. shows you how to roll it just right into a small narrowed cone shape that’s precise and comfortable enough to rest between your pretty fingers, demonstrating how to twist the tip’s end of the handmade cig in the most exquisitely cool way so that when you flame it up, it'll flash with a dazzling little light show right before you take a puff and inhaaale + hipster ! kenma . shows you his entire collection of vintage 8-bit video games, his faves are the few that are most rare and special edition versions where only a handful in the world were made (500 copies worldwide to be exact) + hipster ! kenma . will often wear high quality acetate-plastic glasses with thick-rimmed frames – non-prescription. boy has 20/20 vision and, more often than not, has his bicolored strands of hair hanging over his eyes, barely able to see from his own peripheral vision, so can someone please explain why the guy has thirteen different varying-style pairs of them? + hipster ! kenma . who is, duh, a self-proclaimed male feminist. he even has a cat onesie for his hairless sphynx kitty made of organic cotton with the words 'The Future is Female' printed on it. he makes sure to put the garment on his penisy-looking cat before going out on any first date in case he happens to score that night by getting to bring the date home

+ hipster ! kenma . buys and then wears a thrifted 90s D.A.R.E. T-shirt three days in a row, but later that weekend does cocaine off the cover of a vinyl record by The Stokes at this hole-in-the-wall dive bar while attending Yamamoto’s birthday party

+ hipster ! kenma . hates every mainstream video game, yet you’ll still catch him playing Pokémon GO on the DL when he thinks no one is looking because the nostalgia can’t be beat no matter how much his little alt-heart tries, plus deep down he refuses to quit until he’s at least caught the shiny versions of Jolteon and Umbreon

+ hipster ! kenma . has a nose piercing, with a vintage sterling-silver stud that comes with a whole intricate story and history behind it that he purchased at this obscure pawn shop out in the arts district of a super hip neighborhood he heard about + hipster ! kenma . whose newest pair of skinny jeans are so tight on him, they’ve begun to chafe the delicate skin of his thighs and a small rash developed as a result (despite hinata repeatedly mentioning they were probably a bit too snug), so he takes himself in for a yearly doctor’s visit for a simple topical cream prescription fix when his physician informs him they’d detected some curious results of a lower sperm count, asking kenma if for any reason he’d been doing anything as of late that would impact his testicles…oopsie

+ hipster ! kenma . whose favorite beanie is definitely in need of a wash soon, however he can’t just go ruining the ethically-sourced organic cashmere it's made of and risk ruining this special material + hipster ! kenma . would grow a “dope stubble beard” – if only he could, but alas – (and he would use the word, alas, whenever sharing this dilemma with anyone) alas, he—cannot. “...damn my damned genetics...”

+ hipster ! kenma . has not been to see or support a nekoma game as an alumni ever since he seriously started working (–biking to work, by the way, because ‘excess fossil fuels are whack’) in the tech world at this startup company of some trendy new game app…since being associated with any jock conduct anymore is the antithesis of his counter-culture lifestyle now

+ hipster ! kenma . believes heavily in the issue of gentrification in the new neighborhood he just relocated to, without realizing he is part of the problem + hipster ! kenma. has a snide opinion about eeeeverything …

 + hipster ! kenma . part 2 . ⇢ + link2masterlist . ⇢

[theluckoftheclaws]

I decided to create some concepts for Eeveelutions of the types that don’t have them yet, inspired by some very old designs of mine I first made in middle school, along with shinies. While I don’t think we are ever getting another eeveelution, they’re fun to design!

Shinies and dex entries/evolution methods are under the cut

From the center, up, and clockwise:

Eveluteon: Normal type. The Evolved Pokémon.

Ability/s: Protean.

Evolves from Eevee at level 59 if it fulfills either none or more than two requirements for other evolutions.

It takes a very dedicated and experienced trainer to keep Eevee’s irregular genetic code stable long enough to evolve without the use of elemental energy.

Eveluteon’s thick mane protects its neck. It appears to shimmer with all the colors of the rainbow.

Dusteon: Ground type. The Dust Devil Pokémon.

Ability/s: Sand Stream, (Hidden) Sand Rush

Evolves from Eevee with Crumbled Stone or by leveling up during a sandstorm

As this Pokémon generates a lot of clean sand, it is very popular among glassblowers.

They can chase their tails fast enough to cause sandstorms at up to 40mph.

Champeon: Fighting type. The Boxing Glove Pokémon.

Ability/s: Steadfast, (Hidden) Justified.

Evolves from Eevee with Gilded Stone or by landing two critical hits in one battle.

Trying to surprise attack this Pokémon from behind is a bad idea, as it will hit you with its tail. Its tail can also be used to grasp things.

If Champeon’s trainer practices a martial art, it will begin to change it's fighting style to match.

Lepideon: Bug type. The Multi-Leg Pokémon.

Ability/s: Gluttony, (Hidden) Compound Eyes.

Evolves from Eevee with Amber Stone or by leveling up and eating a berry in the same battle.

Although it is small, it has a ravenous appetite, occasionally including clothing.

If you offer them an item, they will take it and hold it in their upper paws. Trainers of Lepideon often take cute pictures of them holding various objects.

Geodeon: Rock type. The Geode Pokémon.

Ability/s: Gemcutter (Rarely, if not holding an item, the Pokémon will generate a random evolution stone), (Hidden) Sturdy.

Evolves from Eevee with Rainbow Stone or by leveling it up with Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Flareon in the party.

Its body is hollow. It grows evolution stones inside. It is important to feed it a mineral-rich diet, or else this process will halt.

It creates evolution stones to give to other Eevees. It wants to help weaker Pokémon evolve. When this Pokémon is threatened, it will curl its ears over its eyes and tail over its back, and become very still, hoping predators will mistake it for a rock.

Wyveon: Dragon type. The Mana Wing Pokémon.

Ability/s: Marvel Scale, (Hidden) Mirror Armor.

Evolves from Eevee with Drake Stone or by leveling up while having a large amount of money.

Wyveon are very proud, and often select types of items that they hoard in large piles. They will attack anyone who touches their hoards.

Wyveon stores its energy in its wings. Its wings glow when it’s charging up a powerful attack.

Aviatieon: Flying type. The Winged Ears Pokémon.

Ability/s: Keen Eye, (Hidden) Aerilate.

Evolves from Eevee with Dawn Stone or by leveling up in a high altitude.

The fur around this Pokémon’s neck feels a lot like down feathers, and they often sleep with their heads leaning back into it. They use their ears to gesture and communicate as well as to fly.

Aviateon’s vision is unparalleled. They can focus on prey while flying two miles above them.

Veneon: Poison type. The Venom Pokémon.

Ability/s: Poison Point, (Hidden) Poison Touch.

Evolves from Eevee with Dusk Stone or by leveling up while poisoned.

Whenever it encounters a new toxic substance or plant, it will chew it up and groom itself. From then on, it gains the ability to secrete similar toxins.

Because it is so tame, doctors use venom from Veneon’s tail to make Antidotes. It remembers every poison it’s encountered and can generate them at will.

Obliveon: Ghost type. The Living Shadow Pokémon.

Ability/s: Shadow Tag, (Hidden) Comatose.

Evolves from Eevee with Tomb Stone or by ending a battle while at 1hp.

When it evolves, it does not grow in size, and much of the longer fur falls out. It becomes very still, except for its wagging tail. It's said its spirit has entered the form of a shadow.

Its body is completely dormant, not moving and possibly not breathing. But its shadow remains very active and playful. If you want to play with it, pet the ground where the shadow is cast—it will appreciate it!

Pauldreon: Steel type. The Knight Pokémon.

Ability/s: Stalwart, (Hidden) Battle Armor.

Evolves from Eevee with Shiny Stone or by knocking out a Dragon type.

It spends hours polishing its armored plating. Whenever it is scuffed in battle, it will immediately try to clean itself once the battle is over.

Pauldreon have a rivalry with Wyveon, and it’s recommended to keep them separate. They fight over who is the shiniest. Sylveon, however, love this Pokémon.