#mid stakes pokereality

[pokeglitchden]

@delicatedelcatty @numbskullsofhoenn

Jo!! Whatever you do, Do Not go out tonight. I think someone tried to break into my apartment.

I'm not sure what's going on. Just, stay with the Skulls, alright?? We're figuring this out.

[misdreavusmishap]

⚡️⚡️ RO-TO-TO! VIDEO INCOMING. ⚡️⚡️

A large crowd of Kricketot are gathered around the camera lens, seeming to panic and loudly chirp amongst each other. I don’t even remember starting this recording, so they must’ve done that by themselves by accident. Given the residue static around the video feed, I also must have fallen asleep.

“HEY, HEY!! WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL? WHAT’S WRONG??”

I shake myself out of the crowd, flying upwards, looking around the ground a little, spinning around once or twice to fully check the surroundings. At eye level, most of everything seems fine right now.

“.. EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT. WHAT IS THERE TO-”

“... HEY, YOU GUYS SMELL BURNING?”

The Kricketot squinted towards me for a second, looking between each other and buzzing their legs back and forth via incomprehensible speech. A crash and a crackle seem to roar from behind, the Kricketot only panicking more at my complete dismissal of their concerns, scattering away while looking past me. This only makes the situation more confusing, before I turn back and properly look up at the trees.

They’re burning.

And fast.

The Kricketot who were once gathering around me now swarmed Derek, who was not-so-peacefully asleep, supposedly trapped amidst another nightmare. While the first time this happened was a mild inconvenience, this could actually cost lives. This is something I couldn’t just let him sleep through. I shot over, screaming at the Kricketot to back up and get as far from the blaze as possible.

“DEREK.”

I fully ran myself into his shoulder, even using my antenna to try to get him to wake from his nap.

“DEREK THIS IS NO TIME FOR BEAUTY REST. DEREK. DEREK I AM INCREASINGLY SERIOUS.”

The man grabs at his own shirt, murmuring “no..” to himself; not in a dismissive manner, but instead rather fearful. Oh, great!!! Wonderful. I fly around in circles, turning my volume all the way up, scrambling, yelling, SOMETHING. This is horrible. Terrible, even, and it’s only going to get worse if I can’t get him up to help. Behind me there are already odd Kricketot trapped underneath fallen tree limbs and leaves, a few of them attempting to use Round to fend the fire off from themselves. While this may work for a while, it surely won’t work forever.

I have to try again.

I float still for a moment, the video feed growing the darkest it has in comparison to other attempts. It even seems to break a little, small rips of static coating the edges of the screen, and yet, a blue-cyan ripple of plasma prevails the dithering. The water-type spider, waking in response to the sheer amount of static, skitters a short distance from the scene. The recording almost stops, lagging incredibly hard for a few moments, it holds a single frame for about five seconds, before..

SNAP!

“AAGHH..”

The man jolts awake, the deep blue in his veins glistening a painful cyan. He grips his wrists, wincing, doubled over in pain. I’m left in shock, no pun intended, for a while, but I likely need to act fast, and there’s no way he would do that by himself. I float down in front of him, tapping my foot on the grass.

“HEY GENIUS. WE GOT A BLAZE TO DEAL WITH. CHESTO BERRY, NOW. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.”

I pull out the Chesto berry from behind me, tossing it up in the air and kicking it towards his hands, of which he catches. He looks at me as if I’d just told him the sky is red, before turning to his left and finding that might as well be the case.

“Ohhhh… no, no no no NO NO”

He completely dismisses the berry offer, scrambling to stand up and snap one of his pokemon off from his belt, yet to realize that his Pokemon is already out of his ball behind him. The spider gives an unimpressed look to the camera, then turning to poke his owner with one of his legs. Derek jumps back, surprised, dropping the Net Ball to a terribly close patch of burning grass! I swoop down, picking up the ball, tossing it back to Derek as he readies himself to command his ace.

“Lotus- Lotus, Bubble Beam, quickly.”

The Araquanid stumbles, facing the flames with directed rage in its eyes. After a brief recoil, the Bubble Beam shoots violently, droplet after droplet splashing and making charred, circular clearings in the fire. The spider digs its tarsal claws further into the dirt, anchoring itself, as the pure force of the move seems to be sending this creature back due to the weak and thin structure of its legs. As well as this is working, the spider’s helmet is rapidly decreasing in size without a proper known water source nearby to replenish its water-type moves. Patch after patch, the fire is fizzled out, only to be filmed by heat immediately after. And, after not too long, the water helmet reduces to a singular bubble beneath the spider’s mouth. Lotus seems shocked, trying to continue attacking, though completely ineffective.

“AGH, NO!”

Derek reaches into his pockets.. only now realizing the only things he forgot to pack; ethers and elixirs!... how wonderful.

“Light.. Ghhhhghh…”

The man drops his head, burying his face in his hands briefly, before hazily snapping back up to command his partner.

“LOTUS. ICE BEAM.”

The spider looks back at him, completely confused, but after a short thought seems to shrug it off. Though, as soon as he prepares to fire, another person enters the clearing, both Derek and the camera turning to him in almost perfect sync. Derek must’ve jumped a foot in the air in response to the crunching of leaves underneath boot-covered footsteps.

It’s … I don’t know who this is. A man with blue hair. Who is this guy???

⚡️⚡️ RO-TO-TO! VIDEO END. ⚡️⚡️

ooc bonus feature! this video features Thomas from @prettyskitty973! :3

[pkmn-researcher-izzy]

Now that I have all the time in the world to just chill and lament, I really do wonder why I know what that phrase is... "Jesus Christ".

It feels like it should be familiar to me, outside of my family's frankly overuse of it. Well, too bad there's no one halfway decent left for me to ask about it, anymore lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[meltanfan395]

FUCK ITS LIKE HEATRAN'S PARADISE OUT HERE!!!!

GOTTA PROTECT OURSTUFF ILL STAY SAFE

WHERE THE FUCK IS THOMAS

[timetravelerpyrite]

//Off blog post @shapeanon

Shape and Circle are just relaxing when a large creature that looks like a Ho-oh had a child with a Lunala and Solgaleo appears.

There is a person that Shape would somewhat recognize on the back of it, Pyrite, he looks sickened and panicked as someone with a strange Xatu follows after him.

... it looks like a woman around his age

Him and the girl fly in circles around the Hall of Origin, Pyrite clearly trying desperately to loose whoever is following him...

...

...

Maybe they should help...?

[myosotis-and-gracidea]

'You're going to have to tell the court what your mom did' or maybe if I run head first into the mirror fast enough I'll go through it did you think about that?

-- Guppy

[that-dog-in-him]

This account is seized.

Detective Ryotaro Saito, Castelia Police Department. I'm investigating a lead about the disappearance of a Daisuke Saito. I'm led to believe you all are connected to this individual. I've attached an image.

Any information you can provide about the whereabouts of this individual would be appreciated.

[fukushublog]

oh so hisui was a shithole for EVERYONE good to know. /s

[lunarlatticethief]

okay.

sa'risha has had several panic attacks now. for varying reasons but most of them is because of necrozma.

she knows it hopes to erase the people that hurt it from the timeline. which sa'risha is not as concerned about as she is getting revenge. but this one figures that will endear you all to her cause. she is going to prepare to fight necrozma.

[eartheats]

[Huh. There seems to be a leaked chatlog here. Read?]

𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Hey, Ren. Are you there? 🪱🪱🪱: oh, miss carmine, hi!!! i am yeah, just getting off break, what's up??? 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: I'm just checking in on you, after...you know. That whole thing with your Mom. 🪱🪱🪱: oh! that's real nice of you :) 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Considering that I'm taking time out of my precious day to do this, you better appreciate it. 🪱🪱🪱: oh i do!! it's just not expected 🪱🪱🪱: but everything's going okay as it can. i'm hiding out at my adopted dad's place for the time bein', work's going okay, and i'm still gettin' schoolwork done, even if it's a whole lot slower than i'd like it to. 🪱🪱🪱: idk i just got. like. a lot on my mind since that whole thing. 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Yeah. The news outlets who reported on it made it seem like a disaster. 🪱🪱🪱: what about you miss carmine? how are things goin' over at the academy??? 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: First of all, don't interrupt me when I'm typing!!! 🪱🪱🪱: eep! sorry miss carmine :( i was just curious okay!! <:( 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Ugh!! Now I lost my train of thought. But the less I say about that the better. 🪱🪱🪱: ohhhhh shit, sorry about that :( i didn't realize it was a sore subject for ya 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: If Kiki could get over his teenaged angst for five minutes and listen... 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Ugh. Whatever, never mind that. I remembered what important thing I was going to ask you. 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Do you want another place to hide out? 🪱🪱🪱: bwuh??? 🪱🪱🪱: i mean. 🪱🪱🪱: i ain't exactly gonna say no, but what's with this all'a the sudden??? 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Ugh! Here I am trying to be considerate for once in my life, and here you are, all confused! 🪱🪱🪱: okay, you. 🪱🪱🪱: shut the fuck up right now. 🪱🪱🪱: can you fucking blame me for bein' wary after the shit my mom did to get into my account? 🪱🪱🪱: for all i know she could've hacked you like she did me???

(there's a bit of a pause in the conversation here, before the next message sent is a video recording)

𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: [a video recording of carmine in the main entrance area of the blueberry academy; she looks a little irritated (her usual) but she does seem apologetic.] "...Ugh, fine. That might've been in bad taste of me. I didn't realize how that could've come off.

(there's another pause in replies, before ren does the same in kind--admittedly, in a bit of a public area, but near amy's place of residence)

🪱🪱🪱: [a video recording in the city, and ren smiles down at the camera, apologetic in their own right.] "It's alright. Sorry, I'm just...worried, given everything that's happened, and everything that could end up happening due to all of this. But...that's real nice of ya, Miss Carmine! I ain't gonna say no, but isn't that Academy pretty darned prestigious and expensive?"

(the conversation goes back to text at this point)

𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Never fear, the great and amazing Carmine has already planned for such an argument! 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: [there are links. so many links. perhaps chief among them are free scholarships, and other such things that would basically ensure that the stay is less resource intensive than it could be] 🪱🪱🪱: holy arc in the hall of origin, you came PREPARED for this?! 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Of course I did! Would you expect any less from someone as smart as me? 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Let me answer that for you. No, you wouldn't! 🪱🪱🪱: holy shit. this is so much...thank ya, miss carmine! 🪱🪱🪱: i really appreciate it. :) even if it takes a bit to get in, it'll be nice to learn even more about battlin'. lulu and i have been itchin' for some more fights, especially now heehee 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Well, I'll just have to see if I can fit kicking your butt into my schedule once you get here. I am a busy girl, after all. 🪱🪱🪱: heehee! don'tcha worry, i'll be there to give ya an actual challenge whenever i can!! promise!!! :) 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Good! I would hate for a budding rival to lose their edge. Keep it up and you might even give Juliana a run for her money! 🪱🪱🪱: arc, i hope in time i can do that!!! girl's got a lot of moxie for my old, dayjobbing rear though, so it might be a torterra vs. cinderace kinda story, heehee 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Well, you better do it sooner rather than later if you want any hope of catching up to me~ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: ...So, hey. Where would be a good neutral place for us to meet up for a battle? 🪱🪱🪱: where i am? 🪱🪱🪱: probs mauville? in hoenn, if you've ever been there. 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ✨𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒✨: Good. I've been wanting to travel for a little while, and this break is a good excuse to. I'll see if I can't find a hotel, then. 🪱🪱🪱: ... 🪱🪱🪱: did you. literally just invite yourself over to this region. 🪱🪱🪱: miss carmine??? 🪱🪱🪱: well at least make sure your team's in tip top shape so we can kick you guy's butts!! bye!!!

(...

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[ghost-types-and-sweets]

BLUE

[pokeglitchden]

[The Following is an Offscreen Event. All recorded evidence of the following Events have been lost due to device malfunction

It is the last day of trials for the week for the Hoenn glitch labs, and it's looking to be another mild one. So far every single Trainer Fly trial that week had resulted in a Missingno appearing. It wasn't exactly by design, but the lab workers were starting to grumble.

Another day. Another Missingno. Surely it had to be the new regulations that had been imposed upon them after a long week of mishaps.

The study was behind, and now due to new restrictions, moving at a snail's pace. Corporate wanted rare pokemon, strong pokemon, or at least a glimmer of hope that this process could produce them.

And well,

Sometimes drastic measures were necessary for the sake of the project.

It was Simon's turn to host. A small group of his fellow lab workers had spent the morning deep in discussion before the start of the trial. The donor that day was a greasy looking younger lab member. As he approaches to start the trial he looks just a little nervous.

"Darryl's got two pokemon today, is that okay?" A lab workers asks.

‎

That… doesn't sound too bad. Strange to make a change like that, but the only pokemon that really matters is the last one battled. Right?

"The last one battled is the one that matters, I am curious why you need two," �aver asks. "We probably should not draw out the battle of the host."

"I just realized I forgot to box one." Darryl admits, hands in his pockets, "Sorry. I'll make it quick though! Honest!"

Simon doesn't seem all that concerned about it.

"Well, if you're fast about it, it's fine. " Simon says with a shrug, "you know I wouldn't stop you from running back to a PC though. The time table isn't that tight. We DO want to stick to…"

"Procedure, yeah I know." Darryl replies, "Don't worry. I've still got the pokemon we need for the test. It'll still be by the book!"

Simon frowns a little. Everyone seems a little impatient today.

‎

Well… no use in delaying.

‎

"Alright, as long as you're sure, let's get into places." Simon replies.

They take their places. A few berries are placed in a bowl next to the testing site, as an offering to Mew. To start it, something must be taken. Simon locks eyes with �aver, preparing to initiate a pokemon battle before Simon at the last moment disengages, flying off on the back of his Pelipper and leaving the route momentarily. As he flies away he can feel the lines of Code constricting around him.

He lands, and it pulls tight, locking him into place. There is now only one way forward, and that is to finish the fight that was started.

Darryl sends out his Wingull, a weak, barely trained pokemon that Simon's Pelipper takes little time to defeat.

But something feels off.

That Wingull had been the pokemon that was supposed to be used as the Donor. If it came out first ... something else had to come out next to serve as the actual Donor pokemon.

Simon had no way of knowing what it was going to be. And no way to question it. Speaking was impossible in the Trainer Fly state, except for giving battle commands.

He nearly balks when the next pokemon to emerge is a Grumpig. A powerful looking one at that. �aver looks just as alarmed.

"Hey- hey, why do you have that," �aver asks in alarm. "You can't use a pokemon that strong!"

Darryl doesn't say anything back. He barely even seems to acknowledge �aver.

"You need to finish the match you know." He says to Simon.

The other scientists seem to nod in agreement. A few look tense. At least one looks a little intrigued.

This was a set up, wasn't it?

There isn't any way to get out. Not without surging, not without possibly injuring or killing all the rest of them. And the cords were tightening. He didn't want to take so long that he'd start to suffocate.

There was really only one thing he could do.

"Gilligan, Growl." He commands.

What ever pokemon came out, he would take it to the lowest level it could be to mitigate harm. It was all he could really do now.

"You could get us all killed!!" �aver interjects again. He doesn't move to stop the battle. They can't do that now, "This is probably going to bring in a pokemon not found in kanto, and that causes all kinds of issues! Who knows what's gonna happen?!"

"Grumpig wasn't on the list of non-approved pokemon." Darryl points out, "You had Gardivoir, Alakazam, Kadabra, Claydoll, Lunatone and Solrock. Grumpig and Hypno were fine. This one is just a little big that's all."

A look of horror, and more than that, burning anger crosses �aver's face. They'd found a LOOPHOLE? In a safety document of all things. And now they might have consigned the rest of them to oblivion. He glances at Simon, worried, and terrified for him. He looks like he's suffering, but... there really isn't anything they can do.. is there?

There is a third turn, and then a fourth just of growls. Simon doesn't lose focus, but it's clear he is only just hanging on. Between turns his hands twitch, as if struggling to maintain composure. And, at this point, likely consciousness as well.

At last the sixth turn passes. Six growls, dropping the Grumpig's attack as low as it can go. This would ensure the pokemon they summoned was as weak as it could be. It's all that Simon can do now to mitigate the damage. But he's wavering on his feet. Every turn the cords feel tighter. He can only just turn his head to see the worry on �aver's face. He isn't going to last in this state much longer and he knows it.

At last he switches to Æther, greyscale hue now bathing the battlefield. He finishes off the Grumpig quickly, and as the battle ends, and Simon nearly falls directly onto Æther's back. They leave the ground, soaring up into the air to leave the route and as they reenter-

Simon tumbles straight off Æther when he lands. And above him, looms a fuzzy, black and purple pokemon that stands a full 81 feet tall.

"Oh-..." �aver whispers.

"Oh shit..."

[misdreavusmishap]

oh. that close. to establishments! for weeks i have been this close to someone's establishments. a farm even. i don't i don't need to be escorted please.

[blazing-lunaris]

Ok, so.

I may have a grasp on my situation.

[meltanfan395]

The sun is Setting But the Sky is still bright by dialgas scales WILLLLLLLL THESE PEOPLE JUST GET HERE ALREADY AND STOP THE FIRE.PLEASE I CALLED HOURS AGOO

[timetravelerpyrite]

//Off blog post @pearl-pokemon @diamond-pokemon

Over the region of Paldea, a shadow of a large pokemon passes over each of the parts of the region.

It seems to be followed by... something.

Diamond and Pearl happened to be under one of these shadows.

The two of them having saw the creature disappear into a strange portal a few of the things following it going though as well, however, a good chunk of them miss the portal.

They disappear into their own...

What the hell just happened?!