#turtwig posting

[that-turtwig-guy]

@captain-mommy-issues met up with me while he was at Sinnoh. He introduced his Glaceon (Vanilla Extract) to my Eevee (COSTCO HOTDOG). They had fun :)

[azurityarts]

Commission for @toastereno! 🍃🎶

[grim-grimmsnarl]

Kotobukiya Pokemon ARTFX Dawn & Turtwig illustration by Hitoshi Ariga (2023)

(This image was scanned and cleaned up by me)

[084392]

pokesquares #0387-0395

[inbarfink]

[snoofins]

TEAM BFFS!!!!! TEAM BFFS!!!!!

one of my psmd teams but get a spot in my personal pmd story!! (they dont get to have the harmony scarves so i gave them matching pecha scarves)

(edit: actually. i should give them the scarves but i'll keep this cuz they also look good in pecha scarves)

[moondove330]

[v0id-echoes]

saw this frame of Turtwig from today’s Indigo Disk trailer and I knew what I had to do

[that-turtwig-guy]

He thinks he can pay the rent by being cute

[turtwig-hugger]

My collection grows…

[dawnedon]

oh god what if akari was a devout follower of arceus at the start, before she actually like met him at the hall of origin. revering and worshiping him, praying to him during her toughest moments in the hisui wilderness. collecting shards of his plates (my hc for him is he does have his plate's powers, but there's 'shards' of the plates still scattered around that basically just power him up when he gets them. in simple terms), and BRINGING them to him personally.

all because arceus used her to do so. man straight up manipulated her, like 'oh yeah just go get all the pokemon whatever! then you can come meet me i promise :)' and if you think about it, giratina killing akari would have destroyed arceus' plans. why doesn't he just get the plates himself? this guy is just an asshole that's all.

anyways, when akari does get through it all and gets to the hall of origin, she realized this was not a benevolent god. this was not a god that loved her. and it sort of shattered her entire perception and world-view. whether or not they have a bond like dawn does with giratina, i have yet to decide, but... WHEW.

[ashestoshadows]

Look at this goofy Turtwig

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

anyways more importantly i got some plushies from pokemon center n like.

LOOK AT HOW HUGE THIS SPRIGATITO IS. i love it it's amazing-

[redparatroopaofbowerskingdom]

Dirt update that I forgot to post on here, he is LITERALLY REFUSING to get in his Pokeball or my bed so. . .yeah I'm just having him sleep on a pillow for now and it seems to be a nice compromise.

[thatdragonzeek]

Week two of PokeMarch

[littlegnome145]

U CAN'T JUST LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT!

Okidoki had a couple of free hours so why not! 1,650 words Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (here)

The sudden change in mood had left Chimchar wide awake once more. The ammount of utter terror emanating from the older pokémon was quite a strange sight to say the least.

Squirtle had always been a pretty nervous guy, especially when it came to the team's safety, but it was extremely rare for him to panic. Especially to this extent.

It was disturbing. Chimchar didn't like it.

The Wartortle was erratic, quickly throwing away anything he deemed to be non essential out of the backpack, leaving it almost completely empty. Not just that, he was talking to himself, but his words were so quick, so jumbled togheter that the child could barely understand him.

"Oh gods- what do I do?! How could I be so stupid! The kid's a grass type he's weak against- shit I have to-"

When Chimchar finally understood some of what he was saying, it didn't give him any ammount of comfort at all. Quite the opposite. Something was wrong, and although he hated to admit it, it was starting to worry him.

The older pokémon, after emptying the backpack, having separated only a couple of items, which were left somewhat neatly on the side, steps closer to Chimchar with a scared, but determined expression.

"Are you doing too badly?" He asks, looking at the child in the eyes to indicate that he wanted an honest answer, "Are you too hurt? Too cold?"

Chimchar, for once, was left speechless. The last couple of hours were so chaotic that he really didn't know what to do or say. However, while unsure, he knew that him answering was important, so he tried his best.

"Uh, I'm doing better than before. I think I'm mostly okay-"

"Okay, good."

Before the kid could even comprehend what was going on, Wartortle picked him up and, having him wrapped around the soft coat, places him inside the backpack.

"Hey! What's the big idea!" Chimchar shouts as soon as he got his head out of the fluffy interior of the stolen garment, furious.

Wartortle, however, simply ignores him and begins to put some of the items inside the backpack. The kid is able to recognize a few of them, potions and a couple of ice heals.

"Tell me if there's too little space. Some of these have glass bottles, and I don't want them to shatter and hurt you on the way." The older pokémon says as he started to carefully place the few things he had chosen to keep inside the bag.

"Hey- don't just ignore me! At least tell me what is going on!"

Wartortle adjusts the backpack a bit, and once he is satisfied he puts the straps on his shoulders. He goes towards the closed entrance, but before he gets the chance to leave, Chimchar pinches his arm, trying to get his attention. To get some answers.

He sighs, and finally, replies.

"The- uh other kid. He climbed the mountain with me, but decided to go down on his own after... It doesn't matter. He's definitely still in the mountain, so we're gonna get him."

Chimchar stares at him, confused on what he was talking about for a moment or two, before finally realizing what it meant.

"Other kid..? You mean Turtwig?" he asks, for some reason he couldn't understand, completely filled with dread.

Turtwig was the annoying weakling who would ammount to nothing that Chimchar had the misfortune of being stuck with. He didn't like him at all, at least, he didn't think he did.

But for some reason, the thought of him being hurt, of being in the horrendous cold that he himself had been on, scared him.

"Yeah Turtwing, that's who I- look. He could be in danger, so just hang tight and try to keep yourself warm in there while we look for him."

Chimchar was feeling way too many complicated emotions he wasn't acostumed to. It was hard to grasp on how to feel with all of the terrible things that had happened in the span of a couple of hours, the fear, the worry, the frustration.

The anger.

Yeah, he was angry. It wasn't the strongest emotion he felt at the moment, not by a long shot, but it was the easiest to handle. By far.

So he tried to focus on that, on being angry instead of scared, instead of vulnerable.

"Hey! I can walk by myself! I don't need you to coddle me like I'm a child!"

Wartortle uses one of his moves, strength, and pushes the boulder out, finally opening the cave and introducing them to the storm.

"You are a child."

With that Chimchar was fuming. He wasn't just a child, he was almost a preteen, that had to count for something.

Before the prevolve can think of a comeback, Wartortle is already running downhill. He can feel his fingertips start to get cold again and quickly puts his hands under the coat. Even with all of that protection, the coolness of the atmosphere was still obvious and uncomfortable.

Seeing his guardian's footprints in the snow stopped him in his thoughts. He felt a pang of worry at the sight, as much as he hated to admit.

"Well, at least I'm a fire type!" he replies, somewhat exasperated, "you're a water type- isn't ice a big weakness of yours? You should at least use the coat!"

Wartortle doesn't even turn to his direction, far too focused on going down the mountain's path without falling, but he does respond.

"Yes, but unlike you, I didn't almost freeze to death less than an hour ago. I'm a level 99, I can handle it."

Chimchar wants to find a clever response, but before he can, they come across one familiar ice type, staring at the falling snow.

"Ughh not them again.", the child mutters annoyed. Wartortle, however, looks somewhat relieved at the encounter.

"Don't be rude. They might have seen the kid, we need all the help we can get." Chimchar huffs, clearly unhappy at the thought of having to interact with one of the snover, but other than that, stays quiet as they approach the Snover.

"Oh! It's the blue shell man guy! From the legends! What an honor it is to finally meet you!" The ice type exclaims excitedly, putting their arms in the air.

"We litteraly met before these 'legends' were even a thing."

Snover gasps at that response, placing a hand on their chest at such heresy.

"No we haven't! The legend of the blue shell man guy is older than time itself!"

Wartortle covers his face with his palm, already irritaded with the entire interaction.

" You're the one who wrote- you know what, it doesn't matter. Have you seen the grass type kid recently? Turtwing?"

"Turtwig." Corrects Chimchar.

"Turtwig."

Snover thinks for a bit, squinting their eyes in concentration.

"Hmm... Oh! Yeah I've seen him! It was little while ago, it had already started to snow. He was trying to climb down this here mountain!"

Wartortle falters slightly at having his fear confirmed. The storm got worse by the second, the kid was most likely in trouble.

"Do you know anything else?"

The snover simply shakes their head. "Nope! But one of my friends might have seen him! If you ask one of them, they might know more, Blue Shell Man Guy."

With that, the water type gives a short thanks and goes back to running downhill, carefully looking at the ground in case he saw any indication of the lost child.

"What's with the 'Blue Shell Man Guy' thing?"

"Honestly? I'm not all that sure either. These pokémon just started calling me that and invented a legend when I beat that giant thing in snow-way."

Oh yeah, he remembered the giant.

He kept going on and on about gods, and their will or what not. He was annoying.

Too bad he hadn't been able to beat him himself.

Xx

Snover after Snover, they'd always hear the same things.

Oh Blue Shell Man guy this.

Legends that.

Oh yeah, I saw the kid but it was a little while ago.

Wartortle was honestly impressed. The storm was had made navigation quite difficult, and yet Turtwig had somehow been able to cross a good chunk of the mountain all by himself.

He's be proud of him if it weren't for how terrified he was gradually getting. Strong or not, the kid was not only a prevolve, but a grass type as well. Even he himself was starting to have some trouble with the overwhelming freezing temperature, and he had a high level.

If they didn't find the kid soon, he might-

Wartortle shakes that thought off before it can even finish itself. No, he wasn't going to let that happen.

Not again.

Chimchar suddenly starts shaking his shoulder, trying to get the older pokémon's attention to what he was pointing at.

"Another Snover!" He shouts, trying to make himself be hear despite the harsh wind.

This one was a little odd. Instead of continuously looking at nothing the others, they were staring at the ground. It looked like they were covering something with their leaves.

Wartortle quickly ran to them, trying to shield the backpack from the harsh wind as best he could on the way.

"Oh, Blue Shell Man Guy! From the legends! I can't believe-"

The older pokémom interrupts them, exasperated and out of breath.

"Yeah, I know- look have you seen a green kid around here? A Turtwig?"

The Snover suddenly stops and tilts their head. They slowly uncover what they had been covering with their paws, only to reveal a small, shivering green creature.

"Do you mean him?"

He had partially buried himself under some dirt in an attempt to keep the little warmth his body still had, appeared quite pale, was clearly freezing and barely awake, but he was alive.

He was alive. "Turtwig!"