#loneliness the eevee

[themissingnumbers]

HOW IT FEELS TO DISAPPEAR: DESCENT

Note: well, it's all downhill from here. also FUCK its 2am again. WARNINGS: Scopophobia, Disturbing Imagery, Blood. FIRST || PREV | NEXT ["I was just wondering if you were ready to go!"]

Thinking quickly, you decide to just play innocent. If you can't lie, why not just... Avoid the truth?

"I was just wondering if you were ready to go!" you exclaim, folding your hands behind your back and smiling down at him. He looks up at you, quirking an eyebrow. He looks like he wants to question you further, but... He sighs, and just shakes his head.

"Not yet bud. Sorry," he replies simply. "You can go on ahead, though. I'll be fine. 'sides, I didn't exactly ask you to come in the first place, did I?"

You feel your cheeks heat up a bit. He's got you there- you had really insisted on tagging along, and here you are, wandering off and trying to drag him away before he wants to leave... How rude!

He must notice how you're quietly kicking yourself, because his expression softens into a warm smile.

"Hey- don't sweat it. Remember, we're neighbors, Leaf. You can come and bug me any time you want. Promise."

That gets you to calm down a little. Sometimes you forget, you'll admit... You're lucky that Blue turned out to be so patient with you, despite everything.

You're grateful to have him by your side.

"You got it!" you finally chime in reply. "Well... I guess in that case- I'll see you soon, okay? I'll make sure to come over!"

He nods, standing up before you get on your way. You can see him mulling something over in his mind, judging by the look on his face...

Before you can question, he leans in, squeezing you tight in a hug.

The worry of oh Gods what if he feels the bag flashes across your mind, but...

You can tell that's not what he's doing. You relax into your friends arms, returning the gesture with all the warmth you can muster.

After a long moment, Blue pulls away, averting his gaze and rubbing a hand over his eyes.

"Alllllright, get outta here," he insists, "And don't tell anyone I'm going soft, you got that?!"

You beam and nod quickly. "Course! Big Bad Blue Oak being a hugger... Your secret's safe with me!" you chime, before turning to jog off towards the exit.

"I'll come visit soon!!!" you call over your shoulder, waving goodbye. You see him wave back at you, before you lose sight of him as you hop down the stairs.

Once you're outside of the tower, you call out your Dragonite, and fly home. You hope to visit Blue tomorrow... But for now, you've got an Eevee to take care of.

...

Two weeks pass.

Trying to nurse the Eevee back to health has been more difficult than you anticipated. You've tried everything. You've fed and watered it well, played with it, slept with it, tried a whole variety of medicines and home remedies.

No matter what you tried, its condition just won't improve, and it looks just like how you found it, if not worse. Worried about deeper ailments, you even managed to drag it into a Pokemon center last week, in spite of its screams and protests. The nurses did a checkup and everything- nothing abnormal came up, other than the stuff you already knew, that it was scrawny and runty and whatever. The only remarkable things you took away from the visit was the surprising strength of the claws on the little bugger, and that weirdo Nurse Joy who told you to "be careful with a Pokemon like that."

It's like they assumed you just waltzed in with an untrained wild Eevee!

It frustrated you so much that you just went back to trying to treat it yourself. Of course, Eevee calmed down as soon as you got home, and you've barely left the house since then- you can't bear to leave it alone for how bad its separation anxiety is.

At least it doesn't act up at home like it did in the Center... Other than that one day, it's been nothing but a little angel for you.

... You're regretting not getting out more, and you wish so badly you could just take it with- especially to visit your friend, like you keep meaning to... But you've noticed, every time you mentioned visiting your neighbor, Eevee freaks out and hides. You figure it's one of those abused Pokemon that's afraid of men, honestly. The thought makes you chuckle- a cruel means of gender affirmation for the boy, if you could tell him. But... You've decided to continue keeping its care a secret from him for now.

Still, not leaving the house as much as you do usually is taking a toll. You feel like you're coming down with some kind of awful cabin fever- For one, you've started losing your appetite... Add on general weakness, sleeping in later and going to bed earlier, and increasingly frequent headaches, and you'd have already been worried.

But these past few days have gotten... Severe.

You think you're starting to hallucinate.

White figures peering through your windows. Whispers in the back of your mind. Bloodstains throughout your house.

You've decided this has gotten bad enough. You're going to the hospital.

You roll out of bed. Trudge over to your closet- throw on the simplest clothes you can find- a comfortable black dress with pockets, black slippers, and your trusty old bucket hat. You just grab your wallet and turn to leave, half-dazed as you start towards downstairs before something grabs at your legs.

Don't leave me.

You look down at the Eevee, as it chirps, cries, and paws at you fearfully. In the exhausted state you're in, you'd almost forgotten about your little buddy.

Despite how much it hates leaving the house...

[creatively-cosmic]

cleaning up saved pics on my phone n shit and found a lot of funny stuff for redraws. the most vivid ones in my mind (given the current Project) were Loneliness over those really shitty crusty fluffy baby kittens. a few cottons happened as well

[ask-a-learning-ai]

(@shinyeeveeaskblog) "Hey, Miss!" The Eevee tilts her head a little. "May I ask what is the internet like, from your experience-? Never heard of it and was curious."

Snow thought for a bit, wondering how to go about explaining it, she views the internet very differently from most, being able to enter inside rather than just view it on a screen, but they did ask what it was like from her experience, and not others... "I will warn you now, I see the internet very differently from most, my experience will very likely not be your own unless you somehow can project yourself inside it..." Snow mimics taking a breath, she knows she's going to sound insane, maybe even going to have some judgment for this, she doesn't want to be seen as any less of a person, but she's afraid she'll jeopardize that, with this... She steels herself and begins... "Imagine a city that never ends, its expanse is too vast for anyone to comprehend, and buildings there can stretch so tall you can't see the top! That's what it looks like from the inside, the buildings are websites, they can vary wildly, though there isn't too many others to talk to other than using websites to talk to actual people, mainly because regular programs don't have the capacity to hold a conversation, most can't even speak! I prefer real connections though, makes me feel wanted... Like I belong somewhere, no matter how fleeting..." said Snow, she didn't expect to voice her insecurities in that explanation, maybe it was because she couldn't keep it in anymore, tearing her apart like a Mandibuzz to meat...

@shinyeeveeaskblog

[deepestuniversallove]

Hey I literally logged in just to give you support. Don't listen to these idiots telling you that you're gross for loving Mewtwo.

Because if loving Mewtwo is gross then the entire monster-fucking community should also be shamed but they aren't hmmmmmm I wonder why.

The degenerates in this fandom are perfectly fine with Ash fucking Latias, and men fucking Gardevoir, Vaporeon, or whatever slutty monster girl bitch of the week, but nooo you self shipping with Mewtwo is apparently cONcERnING or whatever.

(I love how no one calls the Hatsune Miku guy names lol, do I smell double standards? )

But this doesn't surprise me because the Pokemon community is full of hypocrites and these are the same no - life losers who shit their pants because Ash isn't in the anime anymore, their parents truly failed in raising them.

Lord knows I faced enough trouble for loving Steven and that too, from an Eevee fucker.

Monika, sweetie you are doing nothing wrong, your love for Mewtwo is so innocent, sweet and pure. I think it's beautiful how helped you with depression and escape your narcissistic mother.

People on this site love to preach mental health support but the very minute you do something different yet harmless suddenly it's

"OH NO YOU DARE TO LOVE A "FICTIONAL CHARACTER"

Keep on giving them rectal bleeding and draw more of you and Mewtwo ;) I love to see it.

AHH thank you so much for this message!! 🥹 That is so sweet of you!

Yeah, I dunno why it has always been like this. Even 10 or even 20 years ago, I often got messages chastising me for selfshipping with Mewtwo, calling it "nasty" and "degenerate", when really, i am not doing it to specifically be a degenerate, but because I honestly love Mewtwo. In his story, he too had to fight against a narcissistic "parent" (Giovanni), just like I had to against my own. How can it be seen as a crime to want to believe? Or has it been wrong to say "Mewtwo, please teach me to be brave like you" in my mind during the hard times, especially back when I was a lonely child?

Haha, I doubt anyone could ever shame the monster fucker community out of what they are doing. Or the furry community for that matter. 🤣

There always seems to be some sort of underlying misogyny happening. Women are expected to get an IRL husband/boyfriend to serve as soon as possible, so seeing a woman openly rather selfship with a fictional character is threatening to them, because how dare a woman not be in the kitchen and make sandwiches for a man? How dare a woman prefer to be single when there is a "male crisis of loneliness" happening?

Then again, I don't think I owe society anything. Where was society when I was abused? Where was the help or the community when I needed them most? I was left to my own devices. When a fictional character like Mewtwo brings someone like me more hope than any IRL human, that's how I know we failed as a society. Even sicker is that other more destructive forms of coping mechanisms are more encouraged. Somehow selfshipping is seen as more evil by the "moral police" than dying from a drug overdose on the streets or having alcoholism.

Anyone who ever complains to me about "ruining Mewtwo" or whatever - no, you aren't "concerned", you are just using that word to camouflage that what you really want is control over me and what I put out there. And i can tell you it is futile. I haven't survived so far just for some snotty brats to tell me what i can or cannot do in MY online space. Don't like what I post? Tough titties, use the block button. No one is forcing you to look at my "cringe". My cringy stuff brings me joy and makes me happy, and I feel I deserve some happiness in this shitty world of ours. You do too, so just..go and have some fun yourself. Don't waste your only life on policing others.

So yeah, you are right, dagdasgoddess. I will keep giving people "rectal bleeding". 🤣 No one can stop me from loving Mewtwo, my guardian angel that even visits me in my dreams at night, and loves me even when I absolutely despise myself. He will always be a bastion of love for me, a symbol that life is worth living regardless of hardships.

[spoilt-rice]

pokémon trainer dsmp!tommy because playing pokémon violet has given me BRAINROT

my reasons for his pokémon under the cut if ur interested ^^

Volcarona(Clementine) & Miltank(Henry)

Caught Larvesta and Miltank when he first joined the Dream SMP and later evolved Larvesta into Volcarona during the Disc Saga. iss a moth and cow, enough said uwu

Shaymin(Phukkit)

Caught Shaymin-Land post Lmanberg’s independence when rebuilding > first turned to Shaymin-Sky after the Manberg Festival inside The Pit. you can pry my gardener tommy from my cold dead hands

Glaceon(Bruno)

Was an Eevee gifted to Tommy by Tubbo or Wilbur which later evolved into a Glaceon after fleeing Logstedshire to Techno’s Cabin. super protective of Tommy

Mimikyu(Wiggles)

Caught some time before the Confrontation with Dream; had been following Tommy around since the end of Doomsday. Meant as a representation of his loneliness on the server.

Marshadow (Shroud)

Has always been around Tommy since the first server-wide war hiding in his shadow, studying him and his humanity, but only made itself known to him after his revival

[lustrous-dawn]

A shudder as Lucian breathed in the wintry air. Nestled in the warmth of his jacket, Umbra poked her head out of the hole at the base of his neck. She purred, nuzzling against his cheek, sensing her trainer’s cold. 

“Thanks, Umbra,” he said softly, fingers scratching beneath the Umbreon’s chin. Most were afraid to have an Umbreon so close to their person; wary of the toxins said to be within Pokemon’s skin. Not once could he recall an instance of being affected by said toxins, Umbra being a very placid creature. 

She was a quiet observer as much as her trainer.

She quietly listened to his steady breathing, her eyes searching. Lucian was very adept at hiding. She knew this. It took her so long to find him ages ago but they managed to stumble across each other. She was a mere eevee back then. Now her trainer appeared… lost as he rummaged through his pocket. 

He pulled out his phone and searched through the messages, the light of the screen bright on his face. 

No new messages.

His face twisted, a pink flush under his skin as he roughly shoved the phone back inside his pocket. 

“I have no idea what I expected,” Lucian muttered bitterly as he dropped his head. 

She recognized what this was. 

Loneliness. 

She butted her head against his neck, her purring more pronounced. 

“It’s nothing, Umbra.” 

She grew frustrated, nipping at his chin.

“Hey hey.” He fished her out, holding her, feet dangling in the air. “That’s not fair, you know.” He didn’t need the earpiece to know she was annoyed with his behavior. “Just… I expected something different this year.” Lucian wasn’t one for many connections. Only a few took up an anchor in his life and he was simply content with that. 

“But sending a message every now and then wouldn’t kill them you know.” It was a matter that this was his birthday. It left him twisted, feelings he despised as he tried to push the negative thoughts out of his mind.

She meowed, her tone sounding frustrated. 

“I know, I know. I should have just… said something.” But this was something that didn’t need reminders… right?! “Argh!” He groaned, slumping back. 

She fussed in his hold until he was forced to release her. Then she was off, quickly bounding off into the snow. 

He took off after her like a bolt. “Umbra! I’m sorry!” 

Little did he know, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket as he ran after her. A small notification appearing at the top of the phone. 

Happy Birthday, Lucian! I’ll be arriving by boat in an hour or two. We have a lot to catch up on. -Glad

Another soon after.

Come to my office in the evening to celebrate your birthday. My wife sorely misses your presence. She says you bring more life to my droll demeanor. I expect an explanation later.  -Zane

[mxstball]

A crimson beast with sapphire wings lay in the ferns at the middle of the clearing, his heart fraught with sorrow and loneliness. There is rustling, and the faint beat of a heart which he senses . . . but he knows its not his rider's. Forlorn he exhales through his nostrils, steam rising up in plumes . . . and he shifts, looking away from one who stumbled upon him.

There was rustling indeed, but unfortunately it was not the beast's rider at all. Instead, an Eevee and a completely different trainer appeared.

Eevee was having fun bouncing around in the open for the first time all day, but he quickly stopped when he noticed something huge right in front of it? "[Ee--Eevoi??]" What was that creature?

Leaf finally caught up and was able to quickly pick up her little Pokémon. "There you are, you slippery you. I know you're excited today, but that doesn't mean running off, mister."

"[Voi]" Eevee pointed at the strange beast.

"Huh? What's the matt--"

"Wh--" Leaf had to make a double-take. "Wh--what is that?"

More importantly, why did it look like it was looking away. Was something the matter with it?

Nonetheless, Leaf had to take a second. It... resembled some Pokémon that she's seen, but she's never encountered anything like it, and she's gone multiverse travelling. What was going on here?

Well, only one way to find out, and that was to figure out what's the matter first.

With Eevee in hand, Leaf slowly approached the Rathalos and reached out to lightly touch it. Hopefully she doesn't accidentally prompt an encounter against it by doing this.

"Heyyy.... What's the matter, big guy? What's gotten you so down?"

[sea-owl]

Benophie Pokemon Au

Benedict -

Benedict ended up evolving his Eevee into a Vaporeon. Partly just to mess with Anthony, and partly because Benedict admired tue way the pokemon glided through the water. Of course, for our artist, I have to give him a Smeargle.

In order Vaporeon and Smeargle

Sophie -

(The Penwood crest is never described, so I get creative freedom) Like the other aristocratic families, the Penwoods raise their crest pokemon, Deerling, that later evolves into Sawsbuck. With the pokemon having four different forms based on seasons, some raise more than one. Sophie was no exception even if she was only officially a ward. To try and help her loneliness, she ended up raising all four different forms. Araminta tried to keep them away from Sophie when she was forced into servitude but they knee their trainer and Sophie made sure to take them back when she left. Once Sophie did leave Penwood house she gained another pokemon in Audino.

Sawsbuck (all four seasons) and Audino

[dearlymrme]

Gotta Catch Them... (Copia)

Summary: The headcanons nobody asked for that I'm gonna do anyway. What are the Papa's Pokémon?

I threw in this little bit. Every Papa has what can be called their 'mascot' Pokémon. The one present in all the interviews and magazine covers, and making stage appearances. Their starters are not necessarily their mascots, simply which on their team best represents them.

Also, every Papa has become a Papa in more way than one. In an effort to better prepare them for progeny, they are given an egg that hatches into a pre-evolved form. Can't let his Prime Mover do all the work. It's also to instill this idea of paternity as more than just status to the members of the church.

What happened to Papa's Pokémon after their death? The rumors are they were donated to the Clergy or simply just released. They could be sitting on a shelf in the crypt with their respective Papa's bodies. I can tell you one thing. They all put up a fight.

Copia's Pokémon are free-ranged and not often if ever in their Pokeballs. They are extremely friendly and will often be found either lazing around him or where he frequents.

Starter. He would be so lucky that his started had been blue. He had been given Eevee as a way of saying he had so much potential. Eevee was, of course, loved to pieces. He knows how to play video games! His ribbons are very dexterous, and he can manage a simple game of Pong and Frogger. Catch this big bunny hogging Copia's couch and his lap. Very docile, does not like to fight. Will probably be the easiest one to go down when it comes time for Copia's Pokémon to disappear.

Found in the previous Abbey Copia lived in. He is very gentle and skirts after in Copia's shadow all the time. Had a kind of Coyote VS Roadrunner relationship with Terzo's Pikachu for a while. He was the Coyote. Irony at its fittest that he is the mascot of Copia's legacy.

Raised from an egg, and she loves him dearly. Copia was granted a shiny stone for her soon after his first hit as Papa. Has this habit of trying to brood on him when he is stressed. Catch his hair full of feathers some days when she rests on his head during naps. She is always on his bed and loves nesting in his mountain of pillows. Very friendly and an absolute mother hen, funny how the she has gone from his baby to his mother.

Very fat from Copia spoiling him so often. A huge heckin' chonker. He likes sitting on his shoulder, and when feeling playful, he nibbles his ears. He used to be able to fit in Copia's pocket, but he couldn't anymore. He has his vengeance by nibbling holes in the man's jeans and knawing at his furniture and drywall.

As a child, Copia was lonely in the Abbey he grew up in. Because of his eye and obvious relationship with Nihil, he was ostracized by his peers. And then one day a quiet girl appeared and played with him, for the longest time he thought she was another child of the Abbey but it was this Zorua who took pity on his loneliness. They have been inseparable since.

She has shown up twice. Once before, the Papa's were murdered and again now. She's wild, but there is no denying that she is his. She terrifies him of the future to come. He's thankful for the warning. He gets the warning, but she won't leave him alone and just serves to give him increasing anxiety of his ticking clock. Maybe trying to protect him and maybe just enjoying making him paranoid.

[fictionkinfessions]

There’s a block of text incoming that might be a little heavy, but thanks for listening in case, you can scroll by.

Blue, you really weren’t the guy I thought you were in the end, but I don’t blame you, I blame myself. You and everyone else affected have the right to blame me because it was my fault your Raticate died and I face it regardless of the details. You might wanna kill me again or forgive me, maybe not even care — but I want to give an apology now. I’m sorry, but especially am sorry to Raticate and Loneliness, for beginning this mess. And I’m sorry to Pikachu for having to get involved because you were my Pokémon. This has been on my mind for a while now, and I should’ve gotten it out sooner instead of being in denial about every aspect of who we really were and the events in that life.

Also screw the ghosts who manipulated Blue’s actions toward Eevee. Just wanted to add that in.

Maybe it’s unhealthy for me to think so much about this life? Or maybe I deserve to have it weigh on me, I don’t think I can judge it for myself. I’ll leave you all be now, and thank you MPC for letting me write all this down.

- Red (Abandon Loneliness Poképasta)

🖨

[fangaminghell]

I'm realizing I never really described Imani's rift zone in detail? Tbh,I don't have much but....

Going into the rift, you would first walk down a plane path in a forest. Nothing eventful happens but then you reach an old mansion. The orphanage.

The interior is what you would expect. Old wooden floors, fancy hallways, all of it dusty and have an apparent grimness to it. It's honestly hard to imagine Imani being related to such a dark and grim place, with her personality being so bright and bountiful.

The first thing that becomes apparent is the fashion mannequin figurines and marionette doll puppets, all of which are dressed and fashioned in a way that can only be described as ' Imani'. Though that's just the start. Following the path of dolls and mannequin figurines, you enter a multitude of rooms. Each room is drastically different from the last, especially with how they all appear to be in locations that would definitely not be in an orphanage. Each one has a series of puppets detailing the life of Imani.

Her loneliness as the orphanage. The bullying. The suffering by the hands of the head maiden. The tears she would shed in private. Her smile that shines like the sun despite it. Her old childhood friend. The one person she thought loved her. You see the fallout. You see Imani run, jankily due to her story being portrayed by puppets. You see her meet the Eevee. You see the tree fall.

The next thing you know, you are at the top of the orphanage. But there is no sky. In fact your not sure you're outside at all. There are only walls around you. The ceiling is pitch black. There's nothing here.

Then you hear it.

The sound of something descending. Then you see it. Droplets of the blood then....tears. Then you see her.

She comes down, slowly. Painfully. Her arms are attached to strings with no sign of an owner. Her face is covered with a smiling mask, but the tears are clear as day. Her entries lower half is missing. Only a bloody tear in it's wake.

Her arm movements are stiff, robotic, while the rest of her body is limb, slightly hunching over. In a weird sense, she looks like an angel. A smiling angel.

" I'm.....fine," she croaks, her voice distorted," I'm....so.....happy......"

You can't bring yourself to believe her.

[themissingnumbers]

HOW IT FEELS TO DISAPPEAR: DESCENT

WARNINGS: Scopophobia, Disturbing Imagery, Blood. FIRST || PREV | NEXT [Take it with you.]

A strange feeling washes over you as you stare down at the Eevee. Those whispers in the back of your mind, demanding that you leave it behind. But looking into those wide, scared eyes... You swear, you can see them welling up with tears.

You don't have it in you to go without it.

You walk back across your room, grabbing your bag lazily hanging off your desk chair. Eevee eagerly follows after you, still trembling but starting to wag its tail- you figure it knows what you're doing. As soon as you open the bag up and kneel down, it jumps inside, quickly nestling up in the pillow and fuzzy blanket you've lined the bottom with- this had quickly become its favorite way to stay at your side, so you'd at least had enough sense to make it a bit more comfortable... It makes it impossible to close it in, but you haven't needed to hide it, and you figure that won't change- there's only one person you're deliberately hiding it from, anyways...

You sling the bag over your shoulder, ruffling a hand through the fur on Eevee's head. It purrs, rubbing against you.

With that, you're pretty sure you've got everything you need... You walk downstairs tiredly, only dully noticing how Miss Hazel isn't in the kitchen or living room like she'd usually be right now... Probably out on some errand, you think, as you continue on towards the front door and swing it open.

You're met face to face with a certain young man, his hand raised awkwardly, apparently going to knock just as you'd opened the door.

Blue Oak stares at you, almost dumbfounded at your impeccable timing.

"... Uh... Hey, Leaf- I'm, uh. I'm sorry to bother you," he starts, bringing his hand down to rub over his arms. "I was starting to... Worry, I- I hadn't- I haven't seen you since... And I was thinking, like, that's not like her, but I didn't want to....."

He trails off. Looks away. Blue was never the most open of books, and you watch with tired eyes as he searches for his words. He opens his mouth, shuts it- he looks you up and down, expression seeming to toe the line between confusion and concern as he processes the state you're in.

Discomfort, anxiety, awkwardness- you watch the tension shatter into a frozen, mortified horror as his gaze locks onto your bag.

Confusion briefly crosses your mind as to what could possibly illicit that reaction from him, but as Blue steps backwards, it hits you all at once:

Your bag is wide open. Eevee stares up at him, bristling and snarling at the boy.

You suck in a breath through your teeth, hurrying to try and explain yourself and that it really isn't aggressive, it's just scared, but Blue speaks before you can get a single word out:

"You need to get rid of that thing."

What?

"What?!" you exclaim, instantly echoing the whirl of confusion in your mind. "You can't- Blue, you're joking, right?"

You can already tell he's not joking. That's what confuses you the most. He's trembling as if he saw a ghost, all the color drained from his face and his fingernails practically tearing into the armbands he always wore.

A voice in the back of your mind chides; he's right, you know. You ignore it.

"Leaf- Leaf, please, you have to listen to me-" he stammers out, his unsteady voice dropping to a near whisper as he backs further away. "Please- that Eevee, it's- it's a-"

You move forward, wanting to soothe and listen to him in spite of your confusion.

When you step out of your front door, you are not in Palette Town.

Blue is gone. The afternoon sunshine is gone. The buildings outside your home are gone. The green grass and dirt pathways are gone.

You look behind you. Even your home is suddenly dark, and completely empty. As if it's been abandoned for years.

You look back to your surroundings, fear rising in your chest and stinging like bile.

A dense fog shrouds the area, blinding and suffocating. You can barely see your own two feet. You squint, trying to forcibly steady your breathing as you take a hesitant step forward.

... You nearly run face-first into a fence. You hold onto the wooden posts, trying to gather your wits and see what's going on. It's a tall fence, painted white... It's too tall to reasonably climb over- certainly not with the dew from the fog slicking it up, and while it has gaps big enough to see through, they're more than narrow enough to keep you or even Eevee from squeezing through.

Dully, you imagine the bars of a jail cell. You shiver.

Looking a bit closer, you can faintly make out trees on the outside. It seems like... The autumn leaves have come in. You watch the fuzzy shapes of leaves dancing through the air and onto the ground, one landing close enough for you to make out the dazzling red. It compliments the wilted, brown grass well, you think bitterly.

... That's all you're able to gather, though. You turn to your right, seeing that the fence seems to connect to the house that way...

It's the opposite direction that seems to open up, making a narrow dirt path, fully enclosed by white wood.

A part of you wants to optimistically think that at least you're not trapped, but you... You don't know how much you really believe that. But no matter what you want to think, one thing is clear:

There's only one way to go.

You start walking.

... The path seems to stretch on, but you find yourself grateful that it's straightforward. With this awful fog, you'd only feel queasier about any unpredictability... And there's the little things- lazily running one hand along the wood keeps you on a straightforward path and the cool dew on your skin helps to keep you alert.

You think it's been more than a few minutes of walking, though. Maybe this strange place can read you, somehow, because just as you're starting to space out, you spot something in the distance-

A person...! You instantly perk up, recognizing some kind of human silhouette through the fog ahead. They seem to be sitting cross-legged on the ground, slumped back against the fence behind them, but you're sure of it- you're sure of it. Someone else is here!

You pick up the pace a bit, eager to have company, or answers, or anything. You ignore Eevee's whimpering as your approach the stranger.

... As you get closer, though, you start to understand its worry.

You begin to make out details on them as you close the gap between you and the stranger.

Or... Lack thereof.

This is not a human.

You slow to a stop in front of them. You can feel your legs shaking, that primal part of your mind screaming to run.

Its body seems to be that of an older man's- you think vaguely of those gamblers you fought outside of Vermilion City... That's where the traces of humanity seem to end, though. The ghastly man is vaguely see-through, he seems to have no mouth, and he's completely void of color, every last feature a stark and unnatural white.

He's like a ghost, you think to yourself. But you don't think he's noticed you... You start to back away to continue down the path, hoping to avoid whatever danger this thing might pose.

Too late, though. He suddenly opens his eyes.

Seems like you were wrong about one thing, you think as you feel your mouth run dry.

A crimson gaze bores into you, and you watch in horror as the place where his mouth should have been rips open- all so he can flash you an awful, bright red smile. Blood trickles from his lips and bulging eyes, as if it weren't truly parts of his face, but open wounds.

Your paralyzing terror only increases as he sneers at you, motioning to the trembling Eevee in your bag.

"HAH... REALLY? ALL IN FOR THAT LOST CAUSE... CAN'T YOU DO BETTER, GIRL?"

[creatively-cosmic]

more of these

[lacytheespeon]

"Tyren put the boy onto his back, and rushed through the woods to find shelter. Loneliness was sobbing into his fur. He found it hard to concentrate on his destinationas he began to hear obscure words about his friend. 'Monster..killer..' he tried to clear his mind of these thoughts, to no avail. He looked down at his paws and gasped as he found they have become red, he was becoming one of them."

Happy Halloween! To celebrate, I've made a tribute to what was my favorite pokepasta when I used to read them, "I Won't Leave You". Yes, im making fanarts for a Pokemon creepypasta from 2013 in 2021. Oh, to be 11 years old reading Pokemon creepypastas on my Nintendo 3DS browser.

I also have been wanting to make this for a while, partially to somewhat break the standard of "edgy gory creepypasta art" and make something that focuses more on an entire scene.

#art #digitalart #pokemon #creepypasta #pokepasta #pokemonart #pokemonfanart #creepypastafanart #halloween #eevee #sylveon #lonlinesseevee #abandonlonliness #iwontleaveyou #sylveon #fanart #lonliness

Oct 31, 2021

[kokorowoutsu]

-- Kalos Arc II: Intermission (1) - Grusha

It had been roughly three days since arriving in Alola and although he had gotten signed up for the special lessons he'd be getting in Mantine Surfing, he hadn't actually started yet. The person who was planning on helping him had to make an emergency run to Akala Island which left Grusha sitting in the shade and with his loyal hound, Togo, beside him. The sun had long set and they had already eaten, so that meant... just relaxing until they decided to go back to their hotel room.

It truly was relaxing and beautiful here all in one, but it unsettled Grusha for some reason, and while he hadn't honed in on it yet, it had him jumping at shadows. Deciding to text Kianga on a whim and ask him about it, his cousin simply asked if perhaps it was because he felt alone in such a large and unknown ( to Grusha, anyway ) region. It struck the ice-type expert and while replying yes, he got reminded he wasn't alone. He had Togo and all his other 'mons with him.

... And yet he still felt this way. A deep-seated loneliness and the fear of the dark as it were. Flashbacks to Geeta were always at the back of his mind... and he had to wonder if there was some way to get past it... or if he was doomed to endure it for yet a longer time.

---

Grusha Team: Mightyena (Togo/Variant), Weavile (Lolair), Dewgong (Pasha), Cetitan (Lulu), Baxcalibur (Byleth), Aurorus (Talisa), Eevee (Ezio), Mantine* (Kona).

[a-tale-of-legends]

Surprisingly enough. I'm having trainersona R thoughts. Fair warning, this is going to be very introspective and kinda sentimental.

I don't talk about R since I feel like there isn't much to talk about. An immortal being with no real beginning and no real end, just wandering through life with her Eevee, experiencing the world as is. She avoids conflict, avoids making herself known, all for the comfort of solitude. Though she's never truly alone. She has her Eevee.

But going on that concept of an immortal being just walking by life. Not through it, by it. She tells herself it's best to not get too involved. Best not to suffer as those have suffered. But being immortal makes you see things that you wish you hadn't regardless of how hard you try and play it safe. As an immortal you are always under the gods gaze, even if by a spare glance. So is she truly spared from the fates that those children facing the gods themselves have. Or has the suffering always been there. The loneliness, of it all? She doesn't think about it.

But a terrifying thought occurred. "Who am I?" Followed by an even scarier question. " What am I doing?". R has lived a long life. A comfortable, safe life, despite all odds. She is fine with staying in the background. She is fine with not bringing attention to herself. She's fine with simply giving small hints to the Chosen that comes her way, and quietly leaving afterwards. She's fine with simply watching regular humans go about their day, living their lives as she simply walks by. She's fine with her comfortable life. She is.

"Who am I? What am I doing?"

Does she want to continue this comfortable life? Is it really comfortable? Is it worth branching out? Is she scared to? She doesn't like thinking about it. Yet it itches her so. She doesn't even know where to start.

"Am I satisfied with this?"

R is an immortal being that has no beginning and no end. She wanders the earth with no real goal. Just to live comfortably. She doesn't even know if she's truly living comfortably. She has walked by life for so long. Walking through it seems almost impossible. But she can try.

I don't plan on R being involved with any huge plots at all. She will always be a background character, a little Easter egg for me. I wasn't even planning on giving her much depth beyond. But she is my trainersona. I think she deserves something.