#quill awnsers

[quillpokebiology]

Angora Type/Furry type Angora Buneary

How cute!

[quillpokebiology]

I battled the first three gyms before I sat down and realized I didn't want to be a champion or compete in the pokemon league. I do sometimes participate in battles, but I much prefer researching and spending time with my pokemon than battling

Question for trainers who wanted to become champion and quit:

Why did you stop?

[historianofgalar]

How did you first met your husband Miss Runa, and where is he right now?

I first met my husband when we were both 26 at a party that neither of us wanted to be at. I was low-key drunk and flirting with him, and then we exchanged numbers. I thought it wouldn't really go anywhere, but we became friends and started dating around 8 years later. We then got married when we were both 30, and then had Quill when I was 33.

He isn't with us right now. He died at 41 from an illness. It was sad to see him go, and I'm able to cope with it now.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I am so sorry but I swear you awnsered this recently and you're probably so upset with awnsering it all the time but who do you write for 😭😭 I just can't find it and I'm so so sorry once again

😭😭😭 no it’s really okay!! it’s honestly no problem

tangerine

matt murdock

peter quill

pietro maximoff

steven grant (or moonboys as a whole, but more open to marc than jake)

miguel o’hara

[pokedesignercalli]

Introduction Post!

Nice to meet all of you! I'm Calliope Amery, but you can just call me Calli. I'm a small designer and Elite 4 member in the Galar region (for those of you who don't know, Galar is trying out having an elite 4 now). My store is located in Hammerlock. I started this because my friend @quillpokebiology really wanted me to, and I might as well grace you all with my presence ;)

Team

Earl- (Antique form) Polteageist

Earl was my first pokemon. They were a gift to me from my parents when I was 5, and they've helped me get through a lot. They're a big troublemaker, though.

Pomegranite- Tsareena

I caught Pomegranite as a bounsweet in the garden near my house when I first started my journey. She's sassy and has a tendency to be a bit rude to challengers...

Arthur- Aegislash

Found him when @quillpokebiology dragged me into an ancient ruin to explore. Quill grabbed him, thinking he was a random sword, and they almost got their soul taken. He tried to kill them, but I battled him and caught him before he could do that.

Aphrodite-Milotic

I caught Aphrodite as a feebas in one if the lakes. I heard how rare feebas was and immediately caught her. What's interesting about Aphrodite is that she's a crossbreed of a Milotic and Dragonite, so she has pretty gold scales.

Other members

For the ones that aren't on my main team but I still have.

Aster- (Galarian) Rapidash

I mostly use Aster as a ride pokemon, but I sometimes add her to my team because she enjoys battling.

Prince- Roserade

He was actually the third pokemon I caught, and he helped me a lot during my journey, but he isn't part of my main team.

Ooc

Rules

-No NSFW asks or submits. This account is made so everyone can view it, and it's also run by a minor who doesn't want to see that stuff

-This is a roleplay, and Calliope is a character who can be a bit rude or snarky. Most of the time, it won't be my genuine reaction to things and I'll always put that in tags just in case you didn't know that or it's hard to tell

-If your account has the default tumblr pfp, is untitled, has no description, has a pornographic name, or pornagraphic imagery, I'll assume that you are a bot and you will be blocked

-This account might not be as active as my other since I have to draw a lot of the fashion stuff. Because of this, a lot of asks might take long time awnser

[quillpokebiology]

:3

This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

[joeyzeawesome]

A ship that actually never ever interacted in the podcast BUT I FREAKKING SHIP IT AND LOVE IT WITH ALL MY HEART XD

[wreckofawriter]

Best Not To Cry Over Spilled Milk

Pairing: James Potter x Sirius' twin!reader

Warnings: A shit ton of angst, a little swearing

Word Count: 3,779

Request: @rini-scallison: May I request something? If I may I would like to request something like not so perfect sister but instead it’s with Sirius as the brother (a twin if you may) and the reader is like the perfect daughter and Sirius hates her but she tries really hard for him to have a happy life and there’s a bunch of angst and stuff ! You can add a romance in there if you would like too ! Thank you!

A/n: Okay sooo I'm not sure if this is exscatly what the request was but it's how I interpreted it, I really like it at least, I hope you guys do to. I'm hoping to bang out my last few requests, I'm quarantined till April 12th sooo... (stay safe everyone, love you all <3)

Sirius liked to believe he was a pleasant person. At least for the most part, and considering his background, he thought he did pretty good. He may not have been an angel but he had good friends, he helped those around him and unless your name was Severus, he was usually kind. Usually. Unfortunatly there were two people in this world that could break his carefully crafted exterior in a matter of seconds. They both shared his name.

The first was his mother, someone who in all honesty he saw as less of a human and more of a grotesque creature from a child’s nightmare. In his mind, her black heels were replaced by sharp talons. Her long fingernails were claws of obsidian and her dark eyes had the ability to turn you to stone. She had spent her time in Sirius’ life diminishing him to nothing more than a clone of her terror as he tried to make himself anything but. 

The second was a success story. The clone of his mother’s terror. His beloved twin, y/n Black or as many had taken to calling her recently; the Slytherin Queen. And boy was she. She followed every order dispatched to her, obeyed every demand, bowed before the monster that had raised her. She had kept on her blindfold her mother had placed on her the minute she had entered the world. Maybe it only took the twelve minutes which y/n had emerged before Sirius for her to fall under a spell which even the youngest black had started to break from. 

    Sirius was never sure what happened to you. You always sat with your back straight at the dinner table. You never complained about the corset which was always sinched too tight, you would just let your vision go dark from the lack of oxygen. And it completely infuriated him. 

    Sirius really wished he hadn’t cared when he had gotten the letter. He really wished he had thrown a party and done something stupid like set off fireworks in the common room. But he hadn’t. He had instead demolished an entire bottle of fire whiskey crying because, fuck it hurt to be tossed aside by the people who were supposed to love you most.  The next morning he dragged you into an empty classroom hungover and still smelling of liquor and asked you what he fuck had happened. 

    You had told him you begged your mother not to, you told a sob story about a sad little argument in which you- the obvious victim -had fought for his place on the banner in your living room. 

The truth had been very different, his mother had exposed the fact that it was indeed your idea to kick him from the family, that you were convinced he was a disgrace, nothing more than a bug to squash under your boot. He wished he could believe you not his monster. But he knew you. He knew you so goddamn well. You were his twin. His other half. He saw the way your eyes darted away from his own, you shifted on your feet, how you bit the inside of your cheek. You had lied. You had lied to him and he would never forgive you for it. 

    “And what is the M.O.M classification of the Phoenix?” Merrythought asked. Your hand shot in the air. “Ms. Black?” 

    “An XXXX professor, although it did not earn this rating from its aggression but only because so few wizards have been able to domesticate it.” You explained and Sirius rolled his eyes. 

    “Correct Ms. Black, five points to Slytherin.” The teacher praised, you beamed still sitting straight as a board.  

    Sirius let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like the words ‘Kiss ass’ earning a few giggles from the surrounding students. 

    You pretended you didn’t hear him, hand tightening around your quill. 

    James watched as your knuckles went white, How did your brother still bother you? He wondered. 

    Sirius leaned back in the chair next to him mumbling something unnecessarily rude. James fought the urge to roll his eyes. When class was dismissed Sirius made a point to pass you as you packed up. 

    “You’ll make an excellent death eater sis.” He taunted and you paused for a moment but refused to comment. 

    Sirius left the classroom James followed risking a glance over this shoulder to see you being joined by a blonde boy and the Lestrange sisters. Sirius caught him looking and sneered, “A bunch of future murders. Fuckin’ assholes.” 

“You know you could give her a rest, you haven’t even spoken in like a year,” James suggested. 

Sirius scoffed, “And who’s fault is that?” 

James shrugged, knowing the awnser. 

“You know she’s ghosting Reg too?” Sirius glowered, “He always looked up to her too, I have no clue why, but he did. And now she won’t even talk to him.” 

Remus and Peter joined the pair as they made their way into the Grand Hall. 

“Talking about y/n?” Remus inferred.

“Hard not to when she’s such a bitch.” 

James cringed at his friend’s choice of words.  “I’m hungry, let's get some food.” He spoke attempting to change the topic. 

“Why else would be in here?” Remus laughed. 

James cracked a smile opening his mouth to speak but was cut off. 

“Oh shit.” Sirius cussed. 

“What did you do?” Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. 

“I didn’t do anything but can you get me food and meet me in the common room, I may or may not be avoiding Marleen,” Sirius spoke ducking behind James.  

“Sure, just get out of here, I really don’t want to hear her voice right now.” Peter cringed at the memory of being yelled at by the sharp toned girl. 

“I’ll get food, you guys ditch,” James suggested. The other three agreed to leave the hall as the fourth grabbed four plates filling each and flicking his wand causing them to float in the air surrounding him.

James then made his way from the hall. As he turned out of the door he ran straight into someone, stumbling backward a bit he straightened his gaze to see you, your group of what he supposed were friends sneered at him. 

“You guys go on, I’ll catch up.” You spoke, voice monotone. 

They silently agreed, leaving you with the curly-haired boy who now pushed his glasses nervously up his nose. 

“Hey Potter, I need to talk to you.”  James would never admit he was scared of you but he did feel his heart leap to his throat at your words. 

“What’s up?” He asked hoping you didn’t catch as the sentence wavered slightly. 

You bit your lip glancing down at your feet before looking up to meet his gaze. “I wanted to thank you.” 

That is not what he expected you to ask. 

“I can’t even begin to say how relieved I am that you took Sirius in. Please thank your parents for me as well.” You seemed almost nervous, “I actually have something for you.” 

James could not believe that the words you were saying were actually coming out of your mouth. He had expected you to cuss at him, call him a blood traitor amongst other names and then follow your friends into the hall. But you were thanking him instead. 

You rummaged in your bag before removing a red box about the size of a wide bookmark. You held it out to the boy. 

James stared at you half expecting you to break out laughing and reveal the joke. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” You mumbled shoving the gift at his chest. 

“Sorry.” James murmured opening the box eyes widening. Inside was a watch, a damn nice one. It looked to be at least plated with gold, if not solid. Its inside was a scarlet red with three different faces, one of which instead of showing roman numerals around the edge showed the phases of the moon. The strap was a reddish leather, clasp gold as well. 

“Here, watch this.” You spoke stepping closer and carefully removing the watch from its velvet cushion. You held it delicately, pressing an almost invisible button on the side. In a flash two delicate golden wings erupted from the sides of the device and James realized in fascination that the watch now appeared to look like a snitch, you paid no mind flipping it over to reveal a small square gap on the back. “It’s enchanted with an undetectable extension charm so you can put just about anything in it.” You explained clicking the small button again. 

James watched in marvel as the wings fluttered closed closing the gap seamlessly.  “This is amazing y/n,” He whispered looking up at you only to realize you were centimeters away. He could feel your breath fan over his cheeks. It was cold and minty.  

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me.” You reasoned sliding the watch back into its case and stepping backward. “And before you say you can’t accept it remember that I have plenty of money.” 

Those were going to be the next words out of his mouth. 

“I have one more thing to ask you, James.” You seemed really nervous now, you hoisted the strap of your bag back up over your shoulder. “How’s Sirius? Is he okay?” 

You had baffled him once again. 

“I know I should be asking him that but ever since last year he would sooner light me on fire than have a civil conversation with me.” You sighed.

The Chaser stared at you, this is not how he thought your conversation would go.

“So is he okay?” You asked again, almost urgently. 

“Yeah, he’s fine.” James assured you, “He’s a little moody but overall he’s good.” 

“Have his panic attacks stopped?” You questioned.  

James who had no clue he even got those nodded, “I think so.” 

“Mental breakdowns?” 

James ran his hands through his hair, “He gets them every once and awhile, Moony and I help him through though.” 

You gave a weak smile and stepped forward wrapping your arms around his neck, placing your forehead on his chest. James froze, slowly letting his arms hold your waist, “I honestly can’t thank you enough. You’re a godsend Potter.” You mumbled. You stepped away a few seconds later crimson kissing your cheeks. “Don’t tell Siri we talked. He’ll be pissed.” And with that, you left. 

James felt his heart hammer as he sucked in the air he didn’t realize he had stopped breathing. What just happened?

James had had a crush on you the second you locked eyes centuries ago on platform 9 and ¾. You were the main reason he had looked so long for a certain compartment. A compartment that contained a set of twins, one of which would become his best friend. You had always been very pretty, your strong attitude had aided in that conclusion as well. He thought you were going to be very good friends with him. That was until you were sorted into Slytherin and Sirius soon revealed his rivalry with you.  

He had still harbored feelings for you, small ones he chose to ignore most of the time. He never told a soul, passing his feelings from girl to girl. He proved to be quite good at burying them. You also showed just how good you were at unearthing his secrets with a laugh, a wide smile or the save of a quaffle. The feeling of you in his arms rested in his mind for a long time. He dreamt of you, yearned to hold you again. You had smelt like caramel and cinnamon, you fit into his chest as a puzzle piece did to its neighbor. He really wished you hadn’t hugged him. 

As your sixteenth birthday approached both twins appeared to be more and more on edge. James was dead set on throwing a massive party but Sirius didn’t seem into it. As the day loomed closer he got jumpy, almost paranoid; as if someone was going to lean out from behind him and throw a bag over his head before dragging him away. 

James also began to notice your absences from classes. More and more often you were simply gone, not being anywhere for days before appearing out of nowhere. You always looked so pale when you got back from wherever you had gone, the circle under your eyes always looked darker. He had asked Sirius what was up but got nowhere, he would just lick his lips and say nothing was wrong. A blatant lie. 

You disappeared four days before the 3rd and was gone the entire week. Sirius refused to go to classes that week as well, claiming to be sick, which was fair considering he looked white as a ghost most of the time. 

When you finally returned it looked as if you had been kissed by a dementor. Your face was vacant of any color, your usually vibrant eyes looked pale, bags underneath them bruised brown. 

Both James and Sirius simultaneously tried to convince themselves you just had a stomach bug, that your sunken cheeks were nothing to be concerned about. Both knew they were wrong. 

Sirius found you easily. He knew you too well. You always snuck outside, even when you were younger you would always sneak to the park a few blocks away to escape your mother’s rage. Until you learned to play with fire rather than run from it.

He followed you to the greenhouse. You had always liked herbology. 

You turned at the shuffle of feet to see your brother, he looked almost as terrible as you did. 

“Did you do it?” He asked, his voice sounding so empty as muffled chirps of crickets flowed through the cold November air. 

You refused to look up, You sat in the corner of the cold glass house, your knees pulled to your chest, eyes cast on your dress shoes.  

“Did you really go through with it?” His voice cracked, he stumbled over his own feet. 

You still didn’t answer. Tears had built so thickly in your eyes you couldn’t see. You blinked and they went cascading downwards, raindrops leaking off your chin. 

“Answer me y/n!” Sirius cried through gritted teeth, tears of his own threatening to spill. 

“We have to get Regulus out of that house.” You spoke so plainly it was hard to believe that the words had come from you. “Fuck Siri they have a new initiation ceremony. He can’t go through with that.” 

“Shit y/n/n, what did you do?” His voice was a mix of disgust and despair.

“I don’t fucking know.” You answered honestly.

“Did you kill someone?” He hissed. 

“I wish I did Siri, I really wish I did.” 

Sirius dropped his shoulders a defeated sigh coming from his lips.

“We have to get him out soon Siri. He is so much more stubborn than you were too.” You whimpered. “I mean you practically disowned yourself, mom just needed a push with you.” 

“Why did you give her that push?” Sirius gasped, “Why did you do that? I could have helped you.” 

“I saved you, Sirius.” Your sentence broke in half, “I know you hate me for it but I saved you.” 

Sirius wiped his eyes furiously, “How did you possibly save me y/n?” He seethed.

“What do you think mom would have done if you were still in that house four days ago?” You asked. You knew he already knew the answer. 

“Why the fuck didn’t you save yourself?” Sirius hollered, “Why did you follow every rule she set? Every fucking order she gave you?” 

“The Black family needed an heir.” You shrugged tongue darting out to collect a tear from the corner of your mouth. “I knew it had to be one of us, if not you or me then Reg.” you paused, “So I decided it would be me.” 

    “How? How could you possibly decide that?” Sirius sobbed now standing in front of you. You still didn’t look up. 

“It was easier than you would think.” You chuckled darkly.

“It’s not fair y/n.” He stated, “We can still help you. Dumbledore will help, you can stay with James and me. Please y/n.” 

“It’s too late and you know it.” You spoke, “Best not to cry over spilled milk.” 

“But your life isn’t spilled milk!” Sirius shouted. 

“Might as well be.” You shrugged finally meeting your brother’s eyes. They matched your own, puffy and red. 

“How can you say that?” The boy spat, “It’s your fucking life!”

“Not anymore.” You sighed. “Look, Siri, in all honesty, I don’t give two fucks about my life right now, we have less than 13 months to find a way to get Regulus the fuck out of that house and then boom he turns 16 and none of this shit matters anymore. So stop worrying about me and start realizing we can still save him.” 

Sirius had never felt so incredibly selfish before. You had given away your life for him and for Regulus. What had he given away? He had gotten the life he wanted while you would suffer for the rest of yours. And all you said was ‘It’s best not to cry over spilled milk.’ He suddenly remembered every jibe and comment he had said to you. You had done nothing but bite your tongue as he taunted the nightmare you lived him so he could bask in a daydream. 

“I need you to start hanging out with him.” You mumbled, voice raw, “I have been avoiding him, hopefully, it will help. I’m gonna start making up lies about how his grades are slipping and he’s hanging out with mudbloods, maybe dating one.” You sighed, “Reg still wants to impress mom, I need you to get it into his mind how twisted she is. Make him hate her. Make him hate me too, use me as an example.” You paused, “Can you do that Siri?” 

Sirius didn’t speak for a long time. You didn’t pressure him to. You stared straight ahead tears still leaking from your eyes. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” Sirius finally spoke. He sounded half-dead, deflated. He sounded like you. 

“Good.” You didn’t waste a second. You got to your feet wiping your tears and then you walked away.  

James sprinted down the halls. He has his eyes peeled to the two names in the greenhouse. He made it free of the castle and saw a figure making their way towards him. He glanced down at the map and saw that it was you.  

As he neared you he was finally able to drink in your appearance. Your eyes were bloodshot, you were attempting to dry never-ending teardrops, dragging your forearm repeatedly over your face. When you looked up at him his heart broke. Your bottom lip was shaking eyes so glassy it must have stung. 

You dove into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and you began to cry. Your body jumped with sobs as James pulled you closer to him. 

He forgot about everything but you as you nuzzled closer to him. He forgot about Sirius, about the tears soaking through his shirt and the dew that had dampened his robes. He only cared about you. You and the fact that you still smelt like caramel and cinnamon, you and your overly soft hair, you and your cold hands wrapped around him.

James nestled into your hair inhaling its intoxicating scent. He then hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you so your hands were wrapped around his neck. You understood and wrapped your legs around his waist your head becoming buried into his neck. He placed one hand under each of your thighs and began to carry you inside. As you made your way through the castle your tears began to slow, sobs turning to whimpers.

James felt his face bloom with deep red roses. His heart was thumping far too quickly. When he reached his destination he only had to pace twice before the door showed its self. The inside of the room was relatively the same as it always was except for the large brick fireplace and massive couch filled with large pillows. 

The Chaser attempted to set you down on the couch but your firm grip on his neck and the legs wrapped around him forced him to follow downwards. A fresh blush coated his cheeks. You burrowed back into his embrace and it was quiet for a long time. The only noise coming from the crack of the fireplace and the sound of a faint wind blowing outside.  

“Y/n what happened?” James finally asked and you pulled a bit away from him so you could look him in his eyes. 

He looked so handsome, his deep chocolate brown eyes were wide with worry, only more magnified behind his round glasses. His cheeks were painted with poppies, his lips plush, and pink. His unruly thickly curled hair framed his face perfectly, a small strand falling between his eyes. 

“You know I always had a thing for you.” You smiled weakly, “From the moment I saw you on the platform I thought you were the cutest thing I had ever laid eyes on.” 

James wasn’t quite sure how to respond, he assumed he was dreaming. 

“I never wanted to tell you, James, I never thought I would. But I need to.” 

The room fell quiet again. 

“Can I kiss you y/n?” James finally asked his heart near shattering. 

You nodded slowly and he let his eyes flutter shut, yours doing the same as your lips gently met. The kiss was so fragile you were afraid it may break. He tasted like pumpkin juice, his tongue slipping into your mouth seconds before you pulled away. 

“Y/n let me help you.” James pleaded as you swung your feet off of the couch, sitting upright as you mumbled ‘I shouldn’t have done that.’ quietly to yourself. 

“Just.. take care of Siri for me.” You could feel tears beginning to climb back upwards. 

James sat up beside you, “Y/n please.” He begged. 

“It’s okay James.” You assured him with a watery smile. “You’ll get over it.” 

“But y/n-” 

You shushed him placing your pointer finger on his lips. He blinked a small tear falling down his flushed cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb. 

“You’ll be okay James.” You paused standing swiftly, “Best not to cry over spilled milk.” You murmured over your shoulder as you left the room. 

Taglist:

@accio-rogers

@roslea

@k3nz-doodl3

@theseuscmander

@sleepingalaska

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[untitled-swapau]

Oh take your time, I can try to ask you that differently if needed and I’m sure he’d be glad of knowing this! I don’t know if this is too much or not but I heard you, his friends and possible family are like a precious treasure to him. I think him meeting you and the rest did good things. Also quick question but Is that fake paw safe to use??

"Well I-"

- He fluffed up a little at what the anon said about blake. -

"D'awwe-"

"..Well I'd say it's... Definitely done good for me aswell.. Free serotonin every time he's near... Eheh.."

- That seemed to be some sorta lighthearted joke, though he brushed his quills down and tried to appear serious, as he awnsered the other question. -

"...It's a older model, a scrapped prototype, but.. Generally yes, it works just fine, it's... Just..not as responsive as i'd hoped..."

[quillpokebiology]

If your still doing facts, maybe Lucario facts please?

(Sorry couldn’t find if you did this one or not.)

I did, but I deleted it a while ago.

Lucario Facts

(Art by sesamin_333 on Danbooru)

-The scientific name for Lucario is "Canis Aurus" which roughly translates to "Aura Dog"

-Lucario are both highly diverged canines and vulpines, and are most closely related to Houndoom. This is shown with both of them having sharp teeth, long snouts, and similar eye shapes

-Despite being known for their more "wild" nature, Lucario and humans have lived side-by-side for thousands of years, going all the way back to ancient hyroglyphs on walls. One region even worshipped a man with a Lucario head as a God, so Lucario were considered sacred because of that

-In the wild, Lucario live with other Riolu/Lucario in groups; the one with the strongest Aura leading the pack

-Lucario in the wild don't make a lot of noise, as they can communicate with their pack using auras. Lucario in captivity are a lot more vocal as it's easier to communicate with humans that way

-Lucario are known to be very clingy pokemon to their trainers, following them around and going out of their way to protect them. But, many Lucario also don't like being petted a lot because in their social groups, the leader Lucario is the one that the others groom. This isn't because they dislike you; it's just a sign of respect (they will accept the occasional pet though). Riolu are a lot more clingy, licking and cuddling up to other Lucario or their trainers

-Lucario are most commonly found in mountains. However, there are different breeds of Lucario that can be found in other climates. For example, Lucario that live in the plains or Savanna have longer limbs and are taller

-In ancient Hisui, Lucario were seen as mysterious yet powerful beats who were able to read minds. This confused a lot of people into believing they were psychic types

-There are also old myths of Lucario being able to weight the heart to determine whether someone is good or evil. If their heart is evil, they're cursed to have a painful death. While the last part was probably added for storytelling purposes, Lucario can tell if someone has a good aura or bad aura

-Little is known about Lucario's aura sensing abilities, but researchers believe that aura is something like sounds waves or light waves to them. They prefer people with strong auras, be that angry or happy

-Trained Lucario are known to be good therapy mon because they can sense the auras of others well and can understand what they're feeling better

-Lucario bred with Watchog and Furret are very popular breeds for tracking, as Furret and Watchog are naturally watchful pokemon, so the Lucario with those fathers are extra perceptive

-Most of the Lucario we see today are domesticated, but there are wild breed Lucario. These Lucario are bipedal, but they prefer to run and hunt on all fours

-In the wild, Lucario most often live in dens or caves

-Lucario are very loyal pokemon that mate for life. While male Lucario are more open to mating pokemon outside of their species, female Lucario are more picky; preferring to mate with other Lucario, which can make crossbreeding Lucario a bit difficult

-Lucario are most commonly found in rocky mountains; with their thick torso and leg fur helping them deal with the cold. Their slanted eyes also block out the sun's rays due to a lack of clouds or coverage

-Lucario have been known to adopt orphaned Riolu. Sometimes, they'll even adopt other young canine or vulpine pokemon

-Lucario are opportunistic omnivores, and wild Lucario have been known to steal crops from human settlements. In Paldea and Kitakami (where they're more common because of the many mountains), their main prey is Lechonk, Fletchling, Fletchinder, Pawmi, Pawmo, Yungoos, Skwovet, Greedent, Psyduck, and Rufflet

If you're curious, here are Riolu facts!

[majinsonic-speedboi]

no not the wrong blog

because

its this blog fleetway that has a crush on youuu~

"NO IMEAN IF IT'S ONLY ME AWNSERING THEM THEN THATS NOT THE RIGHT BLOG FOR T-"

- It clicks, and his quills bristle. -

[quillpokebiology]

Quill? How old can a honedge be? My grandpa just gave me a honedge in a old, old, old pokeball and i'm confused....

(copying this from my post: Asking because there was a honedge in the ball... but it's sword looks extremely different any of the honedges that i've seen as a kid. The scarf thing looks like old... wool? Only way I can describe it since it looks like fabric from a kilt but it has a little metal on the scarf. It's sheath also looks more bronze, but I could be wrong, it also looks like copper. Oh and it's blade! It's really long, like longer than my forearm and it's got notches on the blade at irregular points on it's left side close to it's handle.)

Permission to be confused also on how it's a multi-generational guardian?

from @tokensofmyconfections

Honedge can't die from sickness or old age, so if they're not crushed or something, they're basically immortal.

About the Honedge you described, it is a bit odd, but Honedge variants are a common thing due to them inhabiting different swords and breeding over time.

I did some research, and it could maybe be a crossbreed. The closest thing I can see for the scarf is Frosslass mix, but that doesn't fit the other parts you described.

Permission to be confused

[mosscoveredrat]

I'm going to do my awnser between two of my gods in my worlds (I mainly worldbuild but these two tend to show up and interfere the most so I think it'll be funny) it'll be between the god/goddess of revelry and madness, and the lady death. (Represented as P and D respectively)

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Whats their best Trait?:

P: "well... they are always punctual and she takes her job very! Seriously! Perhaps a bit too seriously if you know what I mean!"

D: "no one knows what you mean mom, but if I had to awnser I'd say they bring a certain mirth and chaos to the world that no one else I know does"

Whats their worst Trait?:

P: "Oh definitely the inability to let go! She still has an old feather from the first life she had to take!"

D: "alcoholism, you wouldn't think god could get drunk... you'd be wrong"

Are they a good person?:

P: "Ultimately, everything has to come to an end, and I'm proud of her for doing the job that needs to be done. I'd say she is typically considered evil by the mortals, but they only really have half the picture."

D: "define good... then define person, jury is still put if they can meet either of those criteria, they are more of a force of nature than anything"

Do you really know them?:

P: "I'd say I do, I've known her all her life, and she hasn't stopped being predictable since"

D: "absolutely not and I'd prefer it stay that way thank you very much"

What are they to you?:

P: "one of my children, specifically one of my daughters"

D: "My creator... I guess Mother would be appropriate"

What are you to them?:

P: "Hopefully, someone she'll listen to once in awhile, but we all know that asking her to 'spare this mortal because their cute' isn't something she'll oblige"

D: "likely, a tool, something to get a job done and make sure it's done right."

What animal do they remind you of the most?:

P: "Panda! Because they are so black and white! Oh? You want a serious awnser... shame, fine. I'd think of them as a raven, constantly lurking around graveyards, feasting on the dead, and serving out omens"

D: "Oh, that's a tough one, I can honestly give three separate answers for this, shrike immediately comes to mind, but so does hornet and circus tiger"

Are they your type?

P & D: [simultaneous vomiting]

Whats their greatest fear?

P: "ghosts, the souls of those who have slipped from her grasp! Oh how sweet..."

D: "spiders"

Whats your best memory with them?

P: "the day she formed from the shattered fragmented memories of her past self like a Phoenix riseing from the ashes!"

D: "she took me to see the gravestone of my first follower... it was... nice"

Worst?

P: "she did stab me with her quill that one time... it hurt, I'm not used to feeling pain"

D: "That time I stabbed them with my quill. It was nice at first, but it quickly turned into the most terrifying experience I've been through."

How long have you two known each other?:

P: "her entire life! After all I did make her!"

D: "My entire life"

How has your relationship changed recently?:

P: "she's been so engrossed in her work to really pay any attention to the affairs of the other gods, so I guess you could say that we've grown apart"

D: "I've finally gotten some peace and quiet, all that constant drumming and dancing just was grating on my nerves"

Are they a good leader?

P & D: [simultaneously] "no!"

OC Duo Answers Ask Game

So because I'm incapable of doing things the conventional way, here's an idea: for these asks, instead of picking an OC and just saying things (which I like, don't get me wrong), to answer these asks pick two characters, and answer the questions as if each character were talking about the other. These answers don't have to be accurate; they reflect each character's perceptions of the other. They can be friends, family, enemies, anything to each other.

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

⚖️- Are they a good person?

👁️- Do you really know them?

👥- What are they to you?

❤️- What are you to them?

🐺- What animal do they most remind you of?

😘- Are they your type?

😨- What's their greatest fear?

🧠- What's your best memory with them? Worst?

👣- How long have you known each other?

🫂- How has your relationship changed recently?

🫡- Are they a good leader?

If you guys have asks you want to add in the reblogs, go ahead, ik this isn't a lot.

Gonna tag people below the cut to get this started:

@the-ellia-west, @somethingclevermahogony, @thewritingautisticat, @smudged-red-ink, @aesthetic-writer18

@tildeathiwillwrite, @agirlandherquill, @illarian-rambling, @corinneglass, and @diabolical-blue!

[quillpokebiology]

Female Delcatty and male Wailord hybrid?

WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP ASKING THIS!

Ugh, fine. Have this then.

Pokemon Crossbreeds: Fishercat

//Name idea from @thesnivy123 . Catfish seems liked it'd be the opposite, so prepare for that ig!

Fishercat is the name for Skitty/Delcatty whose fathers are Wailmer/Wailord. They were named after their ability to swim well, which they use to catch fish. The breed is larger and fatter than the average Delcatty and is nonexistent in the wild. While many people love the breed for their chuckinees and ability to swim very gracefully, many breeders prefer to stop breeding them because they're prone to obesity and it's dangerous for the Skitty/Delcatty when mating.

Skitty

Fishercat Skitty are much larger in height and gains the teeth and belly pattern of Wailmer. Their ears become blue instead of purple, and they gain fatter tails.

Delcatty

Fishercat Delcatty are fatter and longer. Their pillow becomes combined and more blubber-like, they gain the belly patterns of Wailord, and their tail gains the fins of Wailord. Like stated before, they are excellent swimmers and due very well in the water due to their added buoyancy. They're a lot slower on land which don't make them great battle breeds. These Delcatty love rating fish and sea vegetation.

//My designs can be used by anyone if you credit me for the original design! Talking about design below cut

These designs were actually very easy. All I needed to do was make a fat Skitty and Delcatty and half the job is done. Wailer is pretty bland, so I just gave skitty its pattern and body color on its ears.

Delcatty was more funner to make. I imagine that its pillow has jiggle physics, so they'd be so fun to play with when it's time to bother your cat. Also, maybe Fishercat Skitty that evolved to early and are small will be carried by it from their mothers, lol. Anyways, they're fatter, and have patterns. Fun.

[quillpokebiology]

Any Pawniard facts? I would like to own one, so what advice do you have for me to start?

Pawniard Facts

-The scientific name for Pawniard is "similus acutis" which roughly translates to "Sharpened Similar"

-Pawniard live in packs on rocky mountains or badlands, with numbers ranging between 10-30. They're most often led by a Bisharp, and when one evolves, they'll find lone Pawniard of their own to form a pack. Sometimes, female Bisharp will form small packs with their children if they have any

-Because of this dynamic, Pawniard only evolve if something happens to their Bisharp or there are no other Bisharp evolve

-Each Pawniard pack has their own dynamics and cultures. When caught, it can be hard for Pawniard to adjust to Pawniard's of other groups, but it can happen

-Pawniard sharpen their claws by rubbing them on sharp stones. Getting a scratching post for them is advised

-Biologically, Pawniard are omnivores, but in practice, they mostly eat meat. They eat larger prey that they take down with their pack, and their prey can consist of pretty much anything

-Pawniard are very smart pokemon and are capable of using wood and stone to craft various items

-Because of their pack mentality, Pawniard are very clingy pokemon when it comes to their trainers. While they don't show much physical affection (they literally have blades all over their bodies), they show affection by giving food and following you around. Be weary though, because the food they give you can range from berries to a dead dedenne

(Art by matazo)

-When freshly hatched, Pawniard have very soft metals that are sensitive to heat. The other Pawniard will protect them by keeping the young Pawniards in caves or in shade

-When looking for mates, Pawniard will sometimes leave the packs; either to prevent inbreeding or because there's no one in the pack they like. It can be difficult since their mates often come from different packs, so one has to choose to leave the pack to join another, but the new pack might not accept them or their mate. When this happens, the two Pawniard will make their own pack, usually with only one evolving into Bisharp but sometimes, both will evolve. It can be even more dangerous if a Pawniard chooses to court a pokemon of another species as there's a higher chance that they won't be accepted. But, they are accepted sometimes (I once saw a Pawniard pack that included an Illumise, I bet it was a situation like that)

-Pawniards mark their territory by leaving markings on rocks or trees. Each pack has a different marking symbol

-I've been calling them packs the entire time, but a group of Pawniard can be called a board

-Pawniard don't like the Tinkatink like at all as all members of the line attack them for their metals. This hatred runs so deep that pawniard packs will murk any Tinkatink they see, even if they leave them alone

-Bisharp make their homes in caves or at the bottom of large trees. They'll make separate rooms for eating and sleeping

-Despite Galar having a lost history of trying to keep pokemon away from their settlements, Pawniard were viewed highly because of their pack mindset and their unquestionable loyalty to their leader. While many commoners disliked them, as they had dangerous blades and would scratch settlements, Galarian knights were known to have a few Pawniards train amongst them

If your curious, here are some Bisharp facts!

[quillpokebiology]

Minior facts and/or care tips? Pls?

Minior Facts

-The scientific name for Minior is "Petra meteora" which roughly translates to "Rock meteor"

-Many researchers are confused about Minior's origins. They seem to be related to pokemon like Solrock and Lunatone, but many researchers still argue about this because of their flying type. Due to lack of evidence, Minior are classified with them, along with other rock types, as a placeholder

-While many people love witnessing Minior Showers (groups of Minior falling from the sky), Minior showers are also incredibly dangerous as they are heavy as Hell and WILL kill you if it hits you. Even if one falls next to you, the impact from the forming crater can still harm you

-Minior don't always die when they're shell comes off; a lot of the the death comes from the force of hitting the ground, which also causes their shell to break. Minior's shells can also break during battle, but they regrow back

-A group of Minior is called a constellation, a shooting, or a (meteor) shower

-Candy shaped like Minior is very popular in Alola

-To show affection to their trainers, Minior will float around their head in circles

-Because Minior grow up in clusters, a lone minior is a lonely minior. They need other pokemon around to be happy

-Minior can live for a very, very long time. The oldest Minior alive right now is estimated to be around a thousand years old, and lives in a sanctuary on Alola

-Minior can breed both sexually and asexually

-Minior eggs are small and look like their meteor form, but without the eye holes. Honestly, you'd be able to mistake it for poop. Minior do not stay to raise their young; instead letting the eggs float around in the sky until they hatch. Sometimes, the eggs will fall to Earth. Most don't make it, but some do and the Minior hatch here

-When Minior hatch, they are completely white. They change color when they start eating. Shiny Minior don't change color at all, and are born black

-They are conscious in their meteor form. It is a dumb debate

-Depending on the food they eat, they can change colors again. It's not one set color throughout their life time

-There've been instances of satellites breaking due to Minior hitting them either when their falling or floating through the sky. There compilations of it on Mewtube for anyone who is curious

Care Tips

-Minior eat dust floating in the stratosphere but, on Earth, they can eat pretty much anything. Preferably though, you should feed them foods with a lot of iron. They also like star candy, apparently

-When out of their cores, Minior are more sensitive to the elements. Please put them in their pokeball as fast as you can when it breaks or after a battle

-While Minior can be very melancholic about the fact that they'll never be able to return home, taking them to a planetarium can help them feel a bit better

-Do not underestimate how heavy these things are. The average weight for them is 88 lbs, but their rough, Rocky core can make lifting them yp painful. Rely on them follow you or put them in their pokeball if you want to take them places