#pokemon Rain & thunder

[antihibikase-archive]

Pokemon Blight / Blur - Aspertia Trio Character Sheets

Nuvema gang here.

A peculiar troublemaking trio that specialize not only in seeking out ideals as youthful heroes, but with the weather as well; Nate utilizes rain, Hugh utilizes sandstorms, and Rosa utilizes hail!

Nate Blake - A new hero emerging from Aspertia City. Having obtained his own Pokemon and Pokedex, he leaves on a journey with his friends in his quest to become a hero- a hero that spreads smiles, unlike The Hero of Truth.

Hugh Obsidian - A young trainer who has been preparing for his journey ever since that fateful day when Team Plasma attacked, leaving him and his friends scarred, and his sister with her Pokemon stolen. Even with his recklessness, he still manages to be the most sensible and responsible of the trio.

Rosa Whitefield - An excitable starlet, and Unova's next sensation- or so she claims. Though she seeks the thrills of life and to have the spotlight on her, she's more keen than she lets on- her intuition is almost never wrong.

[adobe-outdesign]

I think I found one of my favourite builds ever. Heliolisk, ability dry skin, the moveset is rain dance, thunder, surf and volt switch! Rain dance dampens fire attacks, restores hp and boosts surf, surf hits fire and ground types that threaten electric types, thunder doesn't have accuracy checks during rain and volt switch is a great way to switch out of battle while still dealing damage. BTW can you review the heliolisk line if you haven't already? Thank you in advance!

okay was anyone gonna tell me that thunder doesn't have accuracy checks during rain or was I just supposed to find that out through a random ask myself

(also Heliolisk is already done here:)

[bymyblackhand]

"And just like storm clouds are chased away by the dawn, the roar of this Grand ursine pokémon caused the thundering hound and the torrential drake to quiver in fear before turning to flee. The Heavy fog created by their battle began to lift as the soothing rays of the morning sun shone brightly from upon the horizon"

~Mythology of the Dymus Region, unknown author.

[lavendertownfreak]

Since this little guy lives in the cemetery and is basically in charge of maintaining the flowers in the garden around Mr. Fuji’s memorial (and some trainers ask what this guy is when they try to challenge the gym), I thought I’d introduce yall to one of my stranger buddies (though not as strange as Korbo).

This is Egg! Found him on a little expedition gym leader Blue payed Vi and I to join him on (the gym leaders we’re buddies with are weird) that went to document the presence of some thought to be extinct Pokemon that allegedly (and genuinely do) live in the area around the Sinnjoh Ruins. Met this little flower bomb pretty much immediately on arrival. Started following us around and then proceeded to effectively catch themself! Don’t know what compelled me to name them Egg… Unlike the other “extinct” mon I caught there, Blue let me take Egg back to Lavender Town. Now their job is to spread flowers around the garden, and we even sometimes have people request Egg plant flowers around the graves of their departed. He’s probably one of the most well loved by the community Pokemon that work in the graveyard (funny given the fact that Egg’s kin were considered pests in their day). IDK if Blue ever published our findings, since Unown are really fuckin common there and have this nasty habit of making space-time go all fucky (meaning the very limited populations we found could just as easily by Unown sourced anomalies as they could be living populations [not to mention the fact that most of our spotted species were one offs with the exception of Voltorb interestingly enough]). So yeah! If you see Egg rolling around the graveyard, say hi! They’re super friendly and social, and almost definitely won’t try and explode in your face! (Don’t plug the hole though, Egg will get stressed and explode on the spot if you do.) They’re really not much of a battler (though they do like watching gym battles given that they happen in the garden), but I’ll give their set below:

Nature: Jolly

Ability: Seed Sower

Moves: Stun Spore/Energy Ball/Charge Beam/Rain Dance

If any of you people are interested, I might just make a post about the Sinnjoh expedition. We found some weird shit.

[moonabloom]

Galarian Zapdos ⚡

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Tim came to in a clearing, the trees around him looking much taller from his place on the ground. Getting up didn't help much seeing as he'd appearently shrunk down to the size of a toddler at some point.

Oh God, he thought, please tell me i haven't been deaged. He walked over to a puddle to look at his reflection and just stared. Good news: he was not de aged.

Bad news: he was a pokemon. While Tim was freaking out over being "Mystery Dungeoned" of all things he was being approached from behind by a small four legged creature.

"Tucker? Is that you?"

Tim turned around to see a Hasuian Zoroa looking at him with relief, "Tucker we need to find somewhere to hide." A crack of thunder cracked through the skys as rain began to fall

Tim pointed towards the opening of an hollowed out tree and they ran for it together. Danny said something about "not pegging you as this pokemon" and Tim shrugged

Danny was quiet for a few moments before asking, "You're not Tucker, are you?"

As it turns out Danny had been Isakaied just like Tim, but danny at least knew why he was here. He had used a magical key to play around and had screwed up somewhere. Danny considered it Karma. He had no idea why Tim was here of if it was even related.

They agreed to work together and protect eachother from getting caught be pokemon trainers or being made into someone's lunch while they try to find a way to return to thier worlds and former forms.

[niftukkun]

What's in a Name, a short Pokemon Mystery Dunegon: Explorers of Sky comic featuring team North Star!

an exploration on the power of a name, and a lampshade on how characters can tell the difference between two pokemon of the exact same species

(to be named is to be known. to be known is to be loved. to be loved is to be changed.)

~~

details!! :

reiji and circe are, as player character and partner respectively, named from the start.

that faded naming screenshot is from my actual playthrough of the game. heres a clearer version!!

(also the comic panels look like the in-game text boxes and that was very intentional)

naming easter eggs!!

>reiji was a misspelling - i forgot that the japanese for thunder was rai, not rei, so reiji ended up as reiji rather than something playing off being an electric type. a spikey design and feeling for the speech bubble to contrast circe. also thats a pecha scarf because i like not being poisoned. >circe, in mythology, is the daughter of the sun god helios. fire type, daughter of the sun, you get the idea. a more rounded and curly design and speech bubble to contrast reiji. i forgot if circe was wearing the band that increased attack or the one that increased special attack but she certainly is wearing one. >phosphor's name is taken from a game called Oneshot!! the lamp visible in the last page is inspired directly by the lamplighter guys lamp and their speechbubble features a lightbulb, a big plot-important object in Oneshot

>fey is a reference to maya fey from ace attorney!! a purple scrunchie to reference that maya is purple, a magatama both around feys neck and in her speech bubble because thats plot important. the chains in the speech bubble are also a reference to ace attorney and the magatama. the background silhouette is the hazakura temple gates because that case was sure memorable.

>basilisk is a reference to the common water basilisk! so hella water motif and an attempt to merge a wooper with a basilisk. hell yeah.

>rivulet!! rain world rivulet!!!! i gave rivus big ol eyes to a surskit and stuck their axolotl-esque whisker on top and put pink highlights to make a surskit design with a very obvious inspiration. i didnt want to go with a water motif cause basilisk already had that so i made the background silhouette rivulet the slugcat and gave the speech bubble a more wavey look for fun.

>(in hindsight basilisks (walks on water) and rivulets (axolotl) names should have been swapped. that wouldve fit better. but oh well it is what it is and i dont wanna change it)

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Wednesday, August 9, and there’s a 20% chance of rain. Highs are in the mid eighties and lows are in the mid sixties.

Booty McTooty has returned to his favourite pastime of popping up in front of people and announcing his name like a Pokemon. The Fentons have been trying to catch him all night, but have been largely unsuccessful.

Noot Noot the poodle has been found and returned safely home.

The Fentons will likely be driving today so be careful on the roads.

[xbcrafted-daily]

an xb inspired fakemon line - exbite, exbow, and mercenexbe

i think seeing hermit/mcyt inspired fakemon would be awesome!!!

sorry im going to go full autism here - i designed these to be kind of like starter pokemon!!

Exbite (lv1-15) (Water), Exbow (lv16-35) (Water), Mercenexbe (lv36-) (Water/Dark)

As starter analogues they all have the ability torrent and the hidden ability storm drain - though i debated with something like keen eye/super luck so an accuracy or critical hit based ability

A possible stat spread would be bulky and high sp.atk, not incredible speed though

There is already a perfect signature move in Snipe Shot so it’s sharing with Inteleon haha, this is why it also cant have the sniper ability, like most water types it would get access to strong special ice moves as well as water ones. Maybe Thunder and Hurricane as well. When Mercenexbe gets the dual dark typing too it gets some nice dark moves and more setupy stuff, like the guy hes based on he can be a bit sneaky too! A scary rain dance sweeper maybe!

[antihibikase-archive]

> [ What did you eat today? ] > [ What author is your fav? ] > [ Where do you go on weekends when you wanna get away? ]

> I didn't eat a thing. > But that's how it should be. > No matter what they ask me, > I won't tell them anything!

[gayfrogwithcoolsocks]

I’ve been getting back into pokemon recently, and i thought “what if the postal dude had a pokemon team?” And so i kinda built him a team :3

Mabosstiff - “Champ”

Moveset:

Jaw lock

Thunder fang

Hone claws

Wild charge

Turtonator - “Flamethrower”

Moveset:

Overheat

Dragon pulse

Stomping tantrum

Iron defence

Corviknight - “Artillery”

Moveset:

Iron defence

Iron head

Drill peck

Body press

Mimikyu - “Buddy”

Moveset:

Play rough

Shadow claw

Swords dance

Thunder wave

Barraskewda - “Torpedo”

Moveset:

Liquidation

Ice beam

Rain dance

Crunch

Tyranitar - “Big guy”

Moveset:

Earthquake

Thunder

Stealth rock

Rock slide

I feel like he would also have a mightyena or reuniclus also, but wouldn’t use them in battle(mostly because i love reuniclus)

I want to draw this guy with his team but i don’t know where my art supplies are.

[bymyblackhand]

In the Dymus region, if you use a dusk stone on an elusive male Gothorita, it will evolve into Gothitus, the Psychic/Ghost type warlock Pokemon!

[wyn-n-tonic]

Well Read

Pairing: Teacher Ben (SNL) x f!reader Word Count: 3.0k+ Warnings: Unprotected PiV. Naughty teacher fantasy talk. Breeding kink. Author's Note: The brainrot settled in fast on this one. The gif is just a gif, there are no descriptions of reader.

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Thunder rattles the old windows in the half rotten frames of the classroom. The glass panes barely hanging on as rain leaks through the small openings around the window air conditioning unit you had to buy with your own money.

It’s been three years and barely hanging on, having been run for eight hours or more every day all school year long.

Ben laughed the first cold day when he walked in and heard the heavy hum, even laughed until you turned it off and let him feel for himself that it’s the only airflow in the otherwise gas range oven that is your classroom.

Everybody has already gone home, it’s well passed three and all the kids who aren’t in electives or detention have left to go live their lives.

Not you, though. Your planning hour was spent breaking up a brawl between hormonal teenage boys fighting over… fucking PokeMon cards because it is apparently still the fucking nineties. No planning hour means now you’re here well after work.

Because that’s the rule this year—work stays at work.

The other half of that is that home stays at home but that doesn’t stop Ben from pushing through the door before knocking.

His own backpack is slung over his shoulder, lunchbox in hand, and he asks if you’re almost finished. “Come on, I want to get dinner started.”

“Then go get dinner started.”

Not cold but not warm either. Flat. Voice pressured down from a day of shit just building higher on shit. 

“We drove in together, sweetheart,” he reminds you. “Your car’s in the shop.”

“I'll take a Lyft,” you shrug, only glancing back up at him long enough catch the way his face falls. “I'll see you at home, I have a lot of work to catch up on.” 

“Hey.” His voice is gentle and you hear the sound of his bags falling on a desktop; hear his footfalls coming closer until his large hand is covering yours. He takes the pen out of your hand and lifts your chin to look up at him with the other. “Let’s call it quits today, it’s been a tough one and I think that you could really use a nice dinner and an even bigger glass of wine.” 

“But—“ You gesture to the pile of essays that need to be graded; the blank test template you need to make copies of. There are no more words left in you today, they’re defeated out by the storm and the air conditioner and the bells and the fighting and all the talking back.

Ben smirks. “Mark all of them with an A, give the kids a break because you need a break, sweetheart, let’s go home.” 

“That's not fair, Benjamin,” you tell him. “That’s not fair to the kids who put the work in on these essays to give everybody the same score.”

He closes my planning book next and takes my hand. “You know what’s not fair? That you don’t give yourself a break—ever. It’s not fair that I had to put a hard rule down on work stuff being brought into our home the moment we moved in together.”

"Please just let me bring this home today, Benny,” you practically plead. “I’ll finish while you’re making dinner and then I’m all yours, I’ll take a break.”

Eyes hardening, he shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, because your idea of a break isn’t what you actually need. What you need”—he bends down, voice lowered—“is a hot bath, a glass of wine and to get every thought absolutely fucked out of your brain.” 

While he lets those words settle into your ears, he takes your hand and examines your nails. “I like this color,” he says, the pad of his rough thumb swiping over the polish. “Brianna’s getting better at this every time and if you don’t think you’re a good teacher because you put yourself first for one night, I want you to think of the very huge impact you have on students like her just by letting her do your nails during study hall.” 

Laughing, you tell him you doubt that. “You're her favorite teacher, she said you’re the first one to not make her read dumbass shit she’s not interested in.” 

“No, you’re her favorite,” he insists, coming around the desk to start packing up my bag for me. “She told me that you let her paint your nails and listen to music even if it has curse words.” He stops, looks down at you. “I also think she’s trying to set us up… should we let her know we’re getting married?”

“Oh, are we getting married, Benjamin?” You ask him, arms crossed. “People who are getting married usually set a date, we’re just engaged.” 

“For now.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

Deep breath. “It will be if you don’t get your ass in the car and let me take you home.” 

Wine in hand, you watch him work from the doorway, wondering how long it will take him to notice you there. On nights that he cooks, the routine is always similar; he puts you in the bath with a very large glass of wine and a book and he takes to the kitchen with headphones in his ears and two deep lines of concentration between his eyebrows. 

No headphones are in tonight, though. Instead, his audiobook plays loudly from the speaker beside the stove. On the way home, he asked if everything was okay other than the school day getting to you. Even with confirmation that you were fine, he squinted his eyes and tried to study you—to read you. 

“Are you going to stand there all night?” He asks, not looking up from the task at hand. “Or are you going to come over here and kiss me?”

Taking the glass from your hand, he takes the final drink and sets it to the side. “We'll refill that later. How do you feel?” 

“Better.” And you can finally appreciate the way his pants are hugging him today; the soft slope of his belly slight but visibly accentuated by the way the belt cuts into him. “You haven’t untucked your shirt.” 

“Was I supposed to?” He laughs.

“I mean… you’re home but”—palming the thick bulge over the black polyester, you push closer—“I’m glad you didn’t, I haven’t gotten to appreciate how handsome you look today.” 

“That’s okay, I’m sure there will be another fan cam tomorrow,” he whispers, fingers brushing along the swell of your cheek. “Do you want to eat and then”—lips drawn tight, he rocks his head back and forth in suggestions—“or do you want to do that and then eat?”

“You,” you tell him, fingers hooked into his waistband to pull him further as you stand up on your tiptoes. “My head hurts and I want you and everything else comes second.” 

You don’t have to tell him twice. He switches the burners off with enthusiasm and follows you through to the living room, large hands crawling up the t-shirt that you stole just to land on your bare hips with wide eyes. “Are you not wearing panties?” 

“Wanted to make your job easier for you.” 

All his soothing words make the days and the nights and everything that is hard better; they make everything that is good great. Three years ago when this idiot wandered into your classroom to introduce himself as your new neighbor, he caught you on a similarly bad day and it annoyed the shit out of you. Especially after he made fun of all your maps. 

Now, he’s pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it to the side after throwing you into the never made ocean of sheets and blankets that is your bed. Your shared bed in your shared home. 

He starts to pull at the button up, untucking it slowly and struggling with the buttons out of nerves. That bulge of his is already so much larger than when you groped him in the kitchen and the belt buckle is moving with every shallow, belly breath he takes.

“Come here,” you say, pushing yourself up to your knees and moving forward towards him. “Let me help.” 

Even when he’s the one in charge, this confident man with his soft brown eyes, he fumbles under nerves like he’s half expecting you to lash out in impatience. It’s what his ex did and you’re not a fan of her for it—or anything else for that matter—but there’s something about the relief of safety that washes over him in these moments that warm you up to the tips of your ears. 

You can trust him with your bad days just as much as your good; he can trust you with his insecurities just as much as his confidences. 

“You know,” you start, buttons easily coming undone with the work of your fingers. “Sometimes I think about coming into your classroom on your planning period and having you take me right there on your desk.” 

“On my desk?” He asks through a smile. “Baby, you know how much trouble we’d get in.” 

“Only if we get caught, Mr. Ben,” you whisper against his lips as you push the fabric off his broad shoulders. “Come on, I’ve always had a hot for teacher fantasy.”

“You are feeling better,” he smiles. “Maybe you don’t need me to fuck your brain empty after all.” 

He does it to make you beg and, despite knowing this, you fall for it every time—whine for him every time.

A soft push meets your shoulders and he nods back to the pillows in encouragement.

“Don't take your belt off yet,” you beg him as he follows you up on the mattress but he only laughs, says he has to because he’s been aching after you for hours and needs a little relief now.

Hours but you’ve only been home for one, maybe two. “Are you saying this isn't just about making me feel better?”

He shakes his head, lips pursed, and he throws the belt over to the side as well. “You’re ovulating,” he says, “and the only thing I have thought about since I woke up and checked our fertility calendar is how badly I’ve wanted to get you home and put a baby in you.”

Oh god, that explains so much.

Laying back under his guidance, you spread your legs open for him and watch him take you in. Years now and it doesn’t get old; soft brown eyes studying you in silent awe, mouth open with the occasional smirk pulling up a corner of his lips. It’s like he’s reading how you want it from him and you hope he never stops.

Leaning forward between your legs, he takes a deep breath and then spits on your aching center, eyes up towards you as it falls. He doesn’t wait long after that—doesn’t play with his food as he likes to joke. 

Everything is on fire already as he lays an open mouthed kiss to your core, soft moans vibrating into you and up through your own throat as you grab for his hair. 

He’s a ravenous kind of lover when he wants to be but tonight he seems more focused on taking you apart slowly with the warm press of his tongue between your legs.

Not long and you’re crying for him, actually crying. Softly sobbing his name out as his nose rubs against your clit with his tongue buried deep into your entrance for more than just a taste. 

You can feel him smiling with every shuddering breath as you grasp for purchase on the sheets and pleasure floods your brain. 

Then he takes his mouth away, face shining with your slick as your eyes meet with some kind of electric charge between you as your chests rise and fall in time with one another.

“I feel like I should probably take your temperature,” he says finally, large hands held out as if he’s weighing his options. “Make sure your cute body is the right environment for implantation right now but—“ 

He goes on but you’ve tuned that out, focused in on the deep wells his fingers make as they curve over in a half closed fist. Everything about him is so gentle, including those hands and the way they hold you—the way you know they’d hold your baby.

“You're not a science teacher,” you finally say. “So save the lesson and let me make you a dad.” 

It was one of the first things he ever told you—maybe the second or the third date—when you talked about your dreams and does life now look like what you wanted when you were younger. He’d said his biggest dream was to be a dad. Maybe you shouldn’t have fallen in love with him on those words alone but there was something about him that just made sense and fit perfectly into all your big dreams and big plans too. 

You could see a future with this man—a family and years of happiness in those soft brown eyes.

Pants off now, he fists himself as he crawls back onto the bed. You just had sex two nights ago and, yet, somehow you feel like you haven’t been full for him in weeks. The thunder hasn’t stopped either and it’s amplifying how intense it all feels with him right now but, then, it always does when he talks about the big, life altering things he wants with you.

Slowly, he pushes in, grip on your hips tightening with every aching inch he gives to you until he’s fully seated. Those hands run up the expanse or your body beneath your shirt as he gathers the fabric and gently pulls it over your head as you lift up towards him. Only then, after a quick look down your body to the place you’re both connected, does he lay himself down on you. 

Face still shiny with what you’ve given him already, he smiles into the small, closed lipped kiss he presses into you.

“Your mustache is soaked,” you tell him when he pulls back, trying to ignore the pulsing inside of you. 

Those lines of concentration back between his eyebrows, he nods and starts to pull out of you before pushing back in with a groan. “And this needy little pussy is why.” 

“Is pussy an appropriate word for a highly educated English teacher to be using?” You ask, goading him into coming back down and pressing that tongue of his into your mouth this time. “Such profanities are unbecoming of such a man—“

“Your cunt,” he interrupts you, one hand coming up to rest around your throat, “is so wet that I can feel it pulling me deeper and all I’m doing is just sitting here, looking at you and trying not to bust early.” 

“It's okay if you do," you shrug. “You've already given me an orgasm.” 

But he shakes his head and leans back down, tells you to open your mouth and spits there too before pushing his tongue flat down on yours. It catches you off guard just enough that his first real thrust is even more of a surprise and that grip he holds on your throat moves to cradles the back of your head.

The sounds in the bedroom are lewd and only covered by the sound of the rain and thunder that continue to shake the walls of your home. 

He’s not rushing, though. Not trying to run through you like just another task. The care he takes with and the concentration he places into you are the reasons you find yourself over the edge in such achingly efficient time. But that doesn’t mean he follows you over and calls it a night. 

No, he takes his time until you’re nothing but jelly in his hold. Eyes glazed over, curls wrapped around your fingers and begging for breath and God and him with every thrust that feels like it goes deeper and deeper. 

“Are you going to make fun of me if I tell you I love you?” You ask against his lips as his concentration and pace both start to falter. “Because ovulating or not, you would’ve still fucked me like this just for having a bad day and I-I—oh fuck—” Your muscles are seizing up beneath the surface of your skin and it pushes a moan straight into his greedy mouth. 

“I would never make fun of you,” he breathes out heavily. “I would fuck you like this even if we couldn’t have kids; I will fuck you like this on every good day or bad day you have for the rest of your life if that’s what you want.”

Languid and slow, the way his tongue moves against yours is confusing your interpretation of his rhythm between your legs even as it picks up again. Every nerve in your body is screaming for him, alive and on fire beneath him and around him with his soft kisses and hard thrusts. 

A deep sigh of relief finally leaves his lips as he swells inside of you and warmth rushes through you and out around him to start pooling and cooling beneath your bare body. 

Being finished doesn’t mean he leaves though. He stays inside of you, twitching and thrusting occasionally as he continues kissing you with his hands hooked around your shoulders and every ounce of his body weight pressing down into you. 

This man treats you with an intimacy you never knew could exist. Not for you, at least. He is hungry and in love and both insatiable for and always satisfied with you. He reads you like he wrote you; knowledge of your body and your brain and your heart encoded so deeply into him and you know—you feel it deep down in the pit of your being—that this will only grow as you do and your family does.

"Did that help get all the thoughts out of your head, sweetheart?” He asks, laying his forehead against yours.

A few deep breaths is all the confirmation he needs until, finally, you say, “I think I forgot to turn off the air conditioner.” 

[leggerefiore]

Can we get more deerling Erin? Maybe about him reacting to his first thunderstorm or being lost in the woods then being comforted by his parents?

cw: Deerling Erin, fluff, a little panic, pokehybrid au

For the first time, Erin had ventured out into the woods all on his own. Why? He was not too sure. The Deerling hybrid would admit to being more timid and much preferring his parents at his side as he did things, yet an urge suddenly had come over him. An urge to venture out into the world of trees that surrounded him and explore this seemingly boundless world. Everything had started out so fun. A swarm of Beautifly and Butterfree flew past him as he followed a path clearly made by Sawsbuck. His trot was happy.

He felt at home in the brush, observing other forest dwelling pokemon around him. A sporadic Zorua ran around before transforming when startled. A few Buneary wandered around while a Lopunny watched over them. Erin observed them quietly, taken in by their cuteness as they hopped around a small puddle. He continued onward, seeing a few Spearow and Starly fly about. He gasped when an Unfezant flew over his head when the path broke through to a small flower meadow. Combee and Cutiefly floated about, collecting pollen. One even buzzed near Erin, investigating the flower on his head before deciding there was nothing to gather.

His journey felt whimsical and bright. Every little piece took him deeper and deeper into the woods, far from any area that he had known. His little hooves came to a stop when a few drops of water began to fall on him. While a few leafy branches spread out above him, rain easily overpowered the leaves and dripped down to the earth below. Dark, whisping clouds had gathered over the previously clear blue sky. An eerie darkness began to consume his surroundings. The welcoming viridian became an ominous blackness that made him tense up. His arms locked above his chest as he looked around.

Nothing was familiar. He felt his heart race away in his chest. A chill crept into his extremities. The happiness he had felt was gone in an instant as paralysing dread took over his body. His eyes stung. But, he tried to keep himself calm. Shaky breaths came from him as he began to walk back in the direction that he came from. Hooves sinking into the mud that was beginning to form under him. As he wandered back in what direction he thought would take him home, a loud boom rang out. A cry left him. Tears finally spilt from his eyes. Rain lashed against his skin.

He fell to the ground and crouched low near a tree basin, an instinctual urge to hide himself, taking over his mind. Quiet sniffles came from him as he hoped that it would all end soon. Everything had become too much for the little hybrid. He missed his home horribly. The warmth of a blanket or the pleasant comfort of his parents doting on him. A hand ruffling his hair sweetly, or the gentleness of a hug. He had nothing. Another thunderclap rang out. A flash of lighting struck somewhere in the distance. He closed his eyes. It was so terrible. He had just wanted to explore.

His nightmare came to an abrupt end, however. Hoof beats echoed out, and he had a loud, booming voice not so dissimilar to the thunder call his name alongside another. He stood up and looked around. Crying out, he called out for the voice, “Daddy!” He felt his heart race again when his call was returned. Soon enough, he saw a familiar figure appear. His father rushed forward with his other parent on riding on his back. He came to an abrupt stop before the boy, staring down at him with eyes full of worry. Arms were around his in a moment as his other parent hopped down and rushed to his side. Erin sniffled and clung back to them.

Ingo let out his own shaky breath, clearly becoming relieved to have found his son unharmed. He reached a handle to gently ruffle his hair. A slow blink followed. “Erin, you had us so worried,” he began, and the Deerling hybrid grew aware of what was to follow, “Why did you go off on your own? I would have joined you should you have asked!” A long scolding. Erin felt his stomach twist. His other parent moved to silence the Sawsbuck hybrid, pulling away from the boy to on the fringe of the older man. Ingo cleared his throat. “… Let's go home,” he instead spoke in a far gentler tone, “You must be freezing…” Erin nodded.

His hand was grasped by his father while his other parent got back on the Sawsbuck hybrid's back. He looked up in amazement at how easy he carried the human. Part of him was envious, while the other part wanted to ride, too. Carefully, the family began their trek to go back home, happily reunited.

[the-world-hopper]

@muses-of-the-memory

Continued from here

It's a good thing it didn't rain on the whole room, because everyone would've been soaking wet by now. Now Sparks is drenched in rain water, and he's not happy about it. And seeing as electricity is dangerous in water, any lightning attack would've had both Pokemon beat. Now Lucas has no other choice left.

"Let's work your thunder bolt, Sparks!" Lucas shouted to his Pikachu, who could only sigh at what's about to happen. One stream of lightning at Starmie should do the job. At least Sparks can bring down his opponent with him.

[slenbee]

These were some ideas that I had for dashboard and blog features that I wanted to share after the boop-a-palooza we had yesterday (April 1st). Please share with others for a bigger sample size, thank you! -- Aquarium on your blog and/or dash 🐠 Users pick out some fish from a variety of options along with tank gravel color, decorations, etc. People who visit your blog can feed your fish. Additional items can be found just by scrolling and being clicked on in the sidebars of the dash or by visiting other blogs Fish tank bubble ambiance noises. (They don't even have to be animated fish. jpg fish would work just fine. Bring back that old school look and feel)

-- Pets on your blog and/or dash. 🐈🐕‍🦺 Similar to the Aquarium, users could either find animals on their dash and/or 'adopt' them which puts them in a little animal house on your blog that you can decorate with items also found while scrolling. Allow users to pick up and place one of the animals onto the dash, which allows it to wander around and/or possibly follow the mouse. You can pet the animal by clicking on it. You can play with the animal ie pick up ball with mouse or touchscreen (mobile) and drag it and leg to to 'throw' it. Allow users to put up animals for 'adoption' so that other users can adopt/trade/swap them with one another. There's dozens of types of cats and dogs out there, so think of it like collecting pokemon. :) Plus you could get wacky with it and do like.. fantasy stuff. Wizard Cat, Pirate Doxie, a dragon... etc.

-- Window to the outside on the dashboard 🌧 Let users put a window (literal window) on the web dashboard in the lower left/right corner that can be changed to play different types of weather. For example, if you choose to go with 'rain/thunderstorm', it would show rain pelting against the glass with clouds and thunder while also playing sounds like something from rainymood. If someone chose nighttime, there would be a moon filled sky (possibly reflects location?) with stars and the sound of insects and/or peepers (frogs). Daytime would have birds chirping, you get the idea.