#pokemon relaxing time

[nightmarereverie]

Pokémon Relaxing Time Lunchbox 𐙚 ⋆˚｡⋆ × Pokémon Relaxing Time Mini-Tight Lunch ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

[atompalace-official]

dance of the sugar plum sylveon 🩰🎀❄️✨

[waywardstation]

Tamagotchi Ingo!

I had been working on these for a custom tamagotchi back when I had my busted wrist because pixel art is easy to do with either hand, but once it got better I stopped working on it. Maybe I’ll pick it up again, I’ve got some unfinished backgrounds, facial expressions, and accessories to still replace ^^

[scribz-ag24]

the sun will come out tomorrow, at least

[vhalesa]

autumn creacher <3

[plutonious]

guy who would stop being an ecoterrorist for a good massage I think

[kagooleo]

first dates aren't always perfect 💐🌺🌸

[driftingballoons]

Day 6: Farewell

Imagining it takes Partner a while to feel comfortable letting Hero out of their sight

@heropartnerweek

[z-moves]

Official artwork used on Pokémon Relaxing Time merchandise

[someobscurereference]

Pokemon Arceus AU where the Trio end up thrown into Hisui and scattered about on the island when they arrived so they’re not aware of if they’re alone in the past or even what they’re supposed to do.

Inigo lands in the Crimson Mirelands and has to figure out how to survive in these incredibly inhospitable marshes while also somehow dealing with the frenzied Lilligant situation. He ends up quelling her by using balms but also dancing in synch with it. He does NOT know what being frenzied means. He just stumbled into Lilligant’s territory on accident. He has no idea what he’s supposed to be doing or going but hey, he’s helping! Even though he has been nearly drowned by Hippopotas twice now. He would like to sleep somewhere that isn’t completely wet, please.

Severa ends up in the Cobalt Coastlands. She’s really confused but kind of liking the beach. However, she’s somehow drawn into helping soothe Arcanine when it evolves and becomes frenzied. She catches water pokemon so she can traverse water pretty easily now, but also plenty of fire types because she’s tripping over pokemon constantly on Firespit Island. Her pokemon and her have a rough start because she almost always catches them out of frustration and doesn’t have patience for Pokémon who don’t listen to her orders (especially when she doesn’t know where she is or why she’s suddenly responsible for the Giant Frenzied Pokemon situation in the island filled with lava) but they end up being really close after getting through the turmoil of the frenzied lord.

Owain wakes up in Coronet Heights. Luckily his thicker clothes mean he’s not doing too terrible with the cooler weather higher up the mountain, but he’s stuck having to traverse the mountains really carefully because he doesn’t have Sneasler to climb the cliffs for him. Insanely, he often tries to rock climb them himself rather than take the longer ways around on the cliff paths (albeit filled with dangerous Graveler). Also, he takes the longest to quell the frenzied Electrode because despite taking on this task Immediately, he comes off as insane to the very few people there because he will only catch The Best pokemon and scares them off with his loud monologues. Or is attacked by wild Pokémon who hate the noise. He ends up catching an alpha Steelix. This is his one (1) Pokémon. Nobody knows how he’s done this. It listens to him maybe 25% of the time.

They are not aware of each other or of Jubilife village when they arrive. Inigo and Severa run into each other eventually after quelling their lords and then to to Coronet Heights when they hear rumors of a weird person who fell out of the sky and says he’ll quell Electrode. They show up just as Owain has caught the Steelix and yell at him for not quelling Electrode yet. It has been weeks.

[microwave-core]

Soft Light

Cogita x Reader

I rise from the ashes bringing offers. Cogita simps, come get your food.

Cogita has lived a long life. That much is obvious enough. But, truth be told, her many years have not been the most eventful. One may think that being somewhat immortal would be exciting, and yet here she was, having lived most of her life at her Ancient Retreat, her only companions being the Bringer of Spring and that nuisance of a merchant.

Does she regret living in near-complete isolation, letting the years pass her by? Maybe. She wasn’t quite sure, honestly. Remaining in one place seemed like the most logical thing she could do to fulfill her life’s mission, which did prove fruitful in the end. The Ancient Retreat was the best place she could call home. Her house small and cozy, the surrounding flora and fauna perpetually painted in autumn’s hues, the quiet stillness… The only thing it lacked was company, but she was fine being on her own.

She was fine on her own. She was fine. Really. Even if the company did sound nice at times. Perhaps it was just sunk cost fallacy, she would think, that returning to regular society would mean her years of self-inflicted isolation would have amounted to nothing. Besides, living around others would mean eventually explaining her prolonged existence, explaining why she continued to live as those around her continued to pass.

For so long, she was content with her occasional visitors, along with the memories she had clung onto for years. Memories of towns and people, surrounded by others. They were never filled with companions, per say, or blossoming relationships of any kind. Merely strangers, who were all most certainly long gone from the world.

These memories were old, many generations having passed. It did make her think, however, not just about those people’s lives, but also where their descendants, if any, were in the world. What they were like, and if their ancestors were remembered, even if just by name. It was a nice distraction, a good way to pass the limitless time.

Cogita isn’t quite sure what gets her thinking of such things, it simply comes upon her at times, when reflecting on the past. Sitting in her garden, tea in hand, a subtle chill running through the air, she ponders about her life, how all her past actions have led up to where she is now. Not reflections filled with regret, an emotion that, while once feeling quite strongly, had long since fizzled out, but rather curiosity. 

She’s merely interested in how the world has changed over the course of her life. About the people she had encountered, even if just by sight. While she herself had recently changed, having completed her life’s mission and slowly coming out of her shell a tad, she has still missed so many happenings in the world. It’s only natural to wonder how exactly the world had changed since the time she left it that led to it’s current state in the present.

Nowadays, she doesn't need to replay old memories to feel what it was like to be around people. Jubilife wasn’t too far away, and she had come and gone more times then she could count since the Gods of Time and Space decided to cause a commotion. But old habits die hard, she supposes.

Admittedly, her memories of these times were hazy, unclear and uncertain. She’s forgotten so many details, once clear faces having become more and more blurry and non-descript. 

However, certain features have endured in the depths of her mind, one’s she swears she’s seen over and over. Descendants, she chalks it up to time and time again. Familiar hair, eyes, face shapes… all just drawing parallels between ancestors and their descendants, her simply having lived long enough to see generations go by. She’s often unsure if the lines she is drawing even exist, or if she’s just making connections that were never there to begin with. Not that it mattered, in the grand scheme of things.

Still… there is a certain… figure of sorts. One person who has more or less haunted Cogita’s mind for so, so many years. Familiar features, not telling of people from the same bloodline across multiple generations, but of the same person. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up, believing that maybe, just maybe, someone else in this world is like herself, cursed to endure through the ages, but stranger things have happened, she supposes.

She tells herself that she’s making it up time and time again, not wanting to cling onto something in the event that it’s not actually there. Besides, even if this person did exist, who is to say they would ever meet again? That they would be in the same place at the same time? Perhaps meet is a strong word, given that Cogita had never actually spoken to them, but the point still stands.

They never really stood out in her mind, not dressed or presented in a flashy manner. If they had, Cogita would have realized their repeated presence years ago, rather than making the realization years into her isolation. A small presence, the kind that fades into the background, and yet striking. A person who in the moment seems completely ordinary, but being anything but in retrospect. 

Perhaps Cogita keeps reflecting in this way just to think about them, as an excuse for herself to do so. There’s an odd sentiment she’s given this figure, a strange sense of warmth and familiarity washing over her whenever she thinks of them. She isn’t thrilled at the feeling, in all honesty, not wanting to become attached to the idea of this person, attached to a fabricated version of them that only exists in her head. And yet, she still thinks of them.

She shakes her head, palms resting against the table. Her tea had long since chilled, terrible timing knowing that she likely had a guest arriving soon enough. She’s developed somewhat of a tell of sorts, seeming to always know when Akari would come bounding into her home. She didn’t mind the young thing coming around, regardless of her reasoning, but she did wish she had fresh tea about, just in the off chance the girl would want some for a change.

It was an odd feeling, a tug at the back of her mind, strong enough to compel her to her feet, to brew a fresh, warm batch. She’s grateful for the feeling in retrospect, needing such a beverage to offer to the familiar face that trailed into her cottage on the heels of the spry, eager girl, teeming with energy as she prepared to play matchmaker. 

[maxdreavus]

hẽy

[purplepixel]

What... what do you have against a seedot? It looks very cute ^-^

(me, innocent and clueless with absolutely zero Pokemon knowledge)

Sigh. Well since you asked.

I've been running around in the same area, encountering pokemon, trying to find the different colored version of seedot. There is a 20% chance of finding a seedot in this location. Each pokemon encounter has a 1/8192 chance of being the special colored version (shiny). Over the span of 13 months, I have seen a total of 61k pokemon and counting. I'm still looking to this day. I was gonna say I've found 3 of these different colored pokemon (just not seedot and honestly still horrible luck if you look at shiny per encounters) BUT GUESS WHO FOUND ANOTHER SHINY POOCHYENA TODAY *falls over*

STILL NO SHINY SEEDOT

So yes, this "cute" creature is actually devious, a troll, and continues to haunt me by not showing up in its slighty more reddish form. >:[

Me hitting generate on that pokemon post and getting seedot first try (which is a 1 out of 1025 chance of happening) is just pure salt to the wound

[thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme]

why is it, every time I decide to play one more time to get a level and shell during Splatfest, the next battle is a 100x?

I mean, I won this one by the skin of my teeth, but I just wanted a shell, not a neat heart attack!

[tossdoll]

this girl scared of apples /ref to your hate of dragon types

i do not hate any type, that's ridiculous. there is a difference between being anxious around pokemon and being anxious around trainers, which is what it is. i have had bad experiences with dragon type specialists in the past, it is nothing against the pokemon themselves.

[aestheticnums]

New hobby unlocked 🥹💎🎨