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bills-pokedex·19 hours agoAnswer

I have a dear Lilipup who I raised from an egg. When she was young, she loved to jump on people and sit in my lap. I didn’t try to curb this behavior because I thought it was harmless. But now she’s evolved into a Herdier, and she weighs enough that if she jumps on someone they’ll get knocked over. How do I stop this before it gets worse?

Luckily, members of the lillipup line are extremely easy to train. Even if yours has evolved into a herdier (and even if you hadn’t caught this behavior now and let her evolve into a stoutland), you can, in fact, teach an old dog new tricks, so to speak. That is to say, you’ll need to implement some basic behavioral training in order to train out this habit.

The first thing you need to do is address the negative behavior head-on. I know this is stating the obvious, but bear with me. When a herdier jumps, it’s because it’s overly excited to see its owner. When it climbs onto a lap, it’s because it’s looking for affection. If you tell your herdier sternly to stop, she won’t read this as a command to stop but rather encouragement because you’re giving her the attention she’s looking for, which amps up her energy levels and drives her to jump. Instead, when greeting your herdier, if she looks like she’s about to jump, pull away. Do not make eye contact or acknowledge her until all four of her paws are on the floor. Then reward her for good behavior with a calm greeting, affection, and maybe an actual treat. If she doesn’t look like she’s about to jump, greet her as calmly as possible to keep her wound down, and give her affection as you do so. The more you react to the behavior you want to see from her (and the more you ignore her when you don’t see that behavior), the more your herdier will understand that the only way to get what she wants is by doing what you want (her to do).

The same can be said for training her to sit. If you sit down and she tries to crawl into your lap, block her way and stand back up. Wait until she sits down, then reward her and sit back down. Give her affection if she stays put too. Eventually, she’ll learn that being in your lap won’t get her the same attention she got as a lillipup, but being close to you without being on you will.

Best of luck!

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bills-pokedex·20 hours agoText

{Reminder: If you’re just here for headcanons, please blacklist powerverse! For the rest of the story, be sure to check this blog’s crown tundra tag.}

{Crouton belongs to @nacrene-archaeologist / @storageporygon.}

Giant’s Bed. A wild yet idyllic mountainside, nearly untouched by human hands, even with the recent flood of tourists. Snow fell softly onto its rolling, green hills, and the soft calls of pokémon broke an otherwise still afternoon.

Well, that and the sound of a raging battle.

Upon careful consideration (namely, that he would rather not trek up a frigid mountain), Bill thought it would be a good idea to try his luck on the lower, greener pasture Calyrex had shown him. What he did not anticipate was that the route there would be full of wild pokémon, or that wild pokémon could smell a trainer on tamed ones and therefore will attack them on sight.

Needless to say, this was not exactly Bill’s day, if the fact that he was currently fighting a dragapult and an aerodactyl at the same time were anything to go by. Even more currently, a volley of stones from the aerodactyl hammered Bill directly into the idyllic hillside. Unburying himself, Bill glared up at the aerodactyl.

“Oh, that does it!” He shot into the air with both sets of claws trailing violet fire behind him. “I don’t care if you are a rare fossil pokémon!” He swiped, slashing the aerodactyl across the face. “If you’re not going to leave me alone”—he swiped again, cutting across the aerodactyl’s face once more—“then forgive me for being rough!” One more time, and the aerodactyl went down. 

Bill flinched in mid-air, clutching his shoulder while panting.

“Blazes,” he breathed. “That’s the sixth battle since we left Freezington.” He paused, then glanced down. “Where’s the other—”

A shadow exploded from the ground beneath him and surged upward, and the dragapult slammed full force into Bill from below and behind, then continued rising while driving the helpless flygon higher and higher. It took a moment for Bill to recover, and when he did, he twisted and pushed off the dragapult, placing the other dragon at arm’s reach. It hissed, and its guns shifted, and Bill stared directly at a pair of dreepy ready to be shot into his face. With a growl, Bill ducked under the dragapult’s reach and…

…sank his teeth into one of its arms. The dragapult yelped, and the moment Bill let go, it fled, barking like a wounded puppy as quickly as it could fly.

Bill watched it go, then slowly drifted back down to earth with a heavy, tired sigh. Crouton was instantly by his side, scanning him—presumably to look for injuries.

“How many more aggressive pokémon are in the area?” Bill mumbled.

“Huh? Hmm…” Crouton rose and twirled in the air, seemingly scanning the area now. “There are about forty-seven fully evolved pokémon within a five-mile radius level 60 or above and of species known for attacking on sight, including the aerodactyl you’re currently in a battle with.”

“Crouton, as much as I appreciate your company, that was a rhetori—” Bill stopped and thought about what the porygon had just said. “Wait, what do you mean ‘currently in a battle—’“

The same aerodactyl Bill had been battling for the past ten minutes burst into the airspace directly above him with a ball of brilliant, white light forming in its yawning maw. Bill cried out and raised his claws in a feeble defense against a full-on Hyper Beam when all of a sudden, the aerodactyl froze. A blue light surrounded it, and it abruptly rocketed into the air. Several feet away, Bill saw Foxglove raise his claw a little higher … then curl it downwards. The aerodactyl dropped like a meteor into the ground a second later, leaving behind a small crater. After a beat of hesitation, Crouton shot several Shadow Balls into the hole, just in case.

And then, Bill, still in full there-is-no-fight-only-flight mode, clutched his chest with a set of claws and fell backwards into the earth.

“Bill! Are you okay?!” Crouton yelped. His eyes lit up, and he circled the flygon frantically. “Scanning for internal injuries!”

“I’m fine,” Bill said. His tone implied that he was not fine. “Just need a moment for my heart to stop trying to jump out of my mouth.”

“Hold on! I’ll go get help!” Crouton said.

“Crouton—” Bill began, but he stopped there because he certainly was not in the right state to go chasing after an energetic pokémon.

As soon as Crouton was gone, Bill let his claws drop back onto his stomach, and he closed his eyes for a second with a groan. When he opened them, he found Foxglove standing over him, peering down with an unreadable expression.

Sir, Foxglove said, I’m worried.

“I know,” Bill sighed. He placed a set of claws on his muzzle. “We’ll get Lanette back, Fox. We just need to get to the field before nightfall.”

That’s not what I’m worried about.

“Then what?”

You’re in no shape to fight a legendary. What if it comes to that?

Bill uncovered his muzzle and stared at Foxglove. He thought about that, but… “Is that a prediction?”

Not the sort my kind makes. The sort yours does.

“Oh. Logical guessing.” Bill forced himself to sit up. “I don’t know, Fox. I’ll … I’ll think of something.”

You won’t win at this rate. You’re barely strong enough to go up against the local pokémon. You can’t possibly go up against our gods like this.

Bill smirked wearily and propped his muzzle on a set of claws. “More logical guessing?”

No.

That single word—its firmness, how quickly Foxglove offered it—gave Bill pause. There was weight to it, the idea that not only would he fail if he tried to fight but also … possibly die. Bill swallowed at that idea.

“So … what do you suggest I do?” he asked.

Foxglove exhaled, then looked his trainer in the eye. You’ll need help.

“Bill! Foxglove! Look! I found someone to help!”

Crouton zoomed out of the grass and circled around Bill. Bill followed the porygon with his eyes for a second, then pulled the claws away from his face and tilted his head.

“What? Who did you find?” he asked.

“Someone Unovans use all the time to heal their pokémon!” Crouton said.

The grass ahead of the three rustled a bit, and out of it stepped an audino. Its crystal blue eyes fell on Bill, to whom it gave the warm, caring smile Bill had seen a thousand times on audino just like it. And then, that audino’s expression turned into a sharp frown, and it launched itself full-force at Bill.

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bills-pokedex·2 days agoText

{Reminder: If you’re just here for headcanons, please blacklist powerverse! For the rest of the story, be sure to check this blog’s crown tundra tag.}

{Crouton belongs to @nacrene-archaeologist / @storageporygon. Side note to their mun: Given that this all took place on, like, the same day, please don’t feel like these posts are holding you up or anything. I’m so sorry I took forever! D:}

Bill had to admit he liked having company other than Foxglove. There wasn’t anything wrong with Foxglove, of course; the kadabra had been Bill’s close companion for over a decade and a half by then, never mind the fact that he literally knew Bill’s closest secrets. But the problem was that Foxglove was never much of a talker, and frankly, Bill needed the distraction. Every moment Crouton chirped to fill him in on what he’d missed regarding David and the others (it was a lot, apparently), Bill focused on that instead of the rising panic that the hours were ticking away, and Lanette was who knew where.

Besides, he had to admit, Crouton was cute. Not quite as adorable as an eevee, of course, but the porygon was absolutely charming. He made a mental note to interview him later. Think of how much he could learn, just from Crouton’s archives!

Right. Focus. Bill kept half his mind on the conversation and the other on Foxglove, who was leading the way. Crouton had offered to scan the area for the legendary Bill was looking for, but the databases were shockingly sparse about a King of the Bountiful Harvest. Did no one remember what Calyrex was? In any case, Foxglove led them back into the forest, following psychic auras, until…

…the three of them wound up back in the same clearing Bill had met Calyrex. Of course.

Calyrex was there, also of course, with Lanette sitting cross-legged on the ground. As soon as the small party of pokémon arrived, she looked up, and Bill tried not to shiver at the blue light in her eyes.

“Ah! Here I was, growing worried that something had happened to you, human,” Calyrex said.

Crouton chirped by Bill’s side, then zoomed forward. “Oh! What’s this?! A new pokémon!” He flitted around Calyrex, snapping pictures as he went. “Analyzing … analyzing … logged! New pokémon entered into database! Hello there! It’s nice to meet you!”

Lanette tilted her head and grinned warmly at the porygon from where she sat in the snow.

“And I see you have a friend,” Calyrex said. “I must admit … that is a surprising development. While you were gone, I took the liberty of learning more about you from my speaker. She remembers you as being accidentally callous at times but largely kind. Not the sort of human who would willingly put friends in danger.”

An electric current ran down Bill’s spine. Oh, he wasn’t irritated at the insult. Lanette told him that herself from time to time, but just like how Bill saw Lanette’s disorganization as being cute, Lanette found all of Bill’s flaws—all of them—as being just hallmarks of his personality, the things that made him both human and who he was. So of course he wasn’t going to take offense at her honest opinion.

It was the fact that Calyrex was invading her mind now that irritated Bill. Or the implication that Bill asked for any of this to happen. So at that point, Bill didn’t care that Calyrex was the rarest pokémon he ever came close to capturing.

“That’s something we need to talk about,” Bill said. “You don’t need Lanette. I can understand you. My kadabra can read your mind. I even have a porygon—who by the way is here of his own volition”—well, by a stretch of that definition, but still—”who can translate for you. That’s three pokémon who can fare far better in the cold than a human can, all of whom can understand everything you say. So please. Let her go.”

The smile on Lanette’s face vanished, replaced by a blankness Bill had never seen on her. A hazy, blue glow surrounded her body, and she rose, literally lifting off the ground to hover like a rag doll half a foot from the snow. Calyrex’s voice didn’t come from her mouth this time; it was beamed directly into the three pokémon’s heads.

You misunderstand her purpose, Calyrex said. She is not here simply to be my speaker. She is here to ensure you stay on task. I have lived in this tundra for centuries, human. My powers have been dying long before your father’s father had seen his first days. Did you really think you were the first person I asked for help?

It set Lanette on her feet, and she looked dead into Bill’s eyes. Bill reeled from the ending of that message, grimacing and clutching his head with a set of claws. Crouton bobbed erratically around Lanette, and Foxglove … seemed utterly unfazed by what had just happened.

“So forgive me if I act out of desperation,” Calyrex said. “But fear not. Your quest is almost over.”

The bag of carrot seeds rose out of Foxglove’s claws and floated into Lanette’s outstretched hands. Calyrex glided through the air to examine them, squinting at the bag before closing its eyes entirely.

“These will do. You will need to plant them before I can use my powers on them.”

Bill forced himself to look at Calyrex. “Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

With a heavy sigh, Bill sagged his shoulders. “It’s not going to be as easy as finding a plot of land in town, digging a hole, and burying these, is it?”

“No.”

“Of course not.” Bill straightened up. “All right. What do you need me to do now?”

The next thing Calyrex shot into the party’s heads took Bill at least by surprise. He choked back a yelp and doubled over, his vision instantly swimming until it was replaced entirely with a sight he didn’t recognize: a snowy field amidst dead trees, a frozen-over patch of earth on a mountain.

The carrots must have a patch of fertile ground to take seed, and the fields here are tired, Calyrex explained. However, I see two fields that may be suitable for our needs. The first is this, a snowy field on the side of a mountain.

Bill’s visions swam again, and this time, he saw another field, another patch of earth that looked like it once grew something. This time, it stretched across a cliffside, overlooking the jagged stones of an old graveyard.

The second is this, a lonely field guarded by the spirits of my subjects’ ancestors. Choose only one of these fields, and I will meet you there.

Once more, Bill’s vision swam, but this time, he found himself staring at the snow. Blinking, he lifted his head to find himself in the clearing. Crouton bobbed through the air, disoriented and muttering to himself. Foxglove stood, muzzle pointed to the sky and thoughts clearly elsewhere.

And Calyrex and Lanette were gone.

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bills-pokedex·2 days agoAnswer

I found an injured Impidimp once, I thought it got into a battle it couldn't win considering his state. It's now a Grimmsnarl but it has rather odd deformities, like floppy ears instead of the pointed ones and he's pretty lazy compared to others I know who have kept a Grimmsnarl. I'm sure he's healthy, I mostly give him berries but he's not exactly overweight, so is there just something wrong with him or is it just him?

With regards to your first question, actually, there isn’t anything wrong with him. You see, although most pokémon look largely identical to one another, now and then, you have slight variations. I’m not talking about shiny pokémon, either. I’m more referring to the fact that you may see pokémon with odd color patterns when they’re normally solid colors, or with different-looking fur patterns from the norm, or in your grimmsnarl’s case, floppy ears when they normally have erect ones. All of these are just slight mutations in their genetic code, just slight edits that result in a handful of traits being off, and in most cases, they’re perfectly harmless, and your pokémon can live a full life without worry. Keep in mind, though, that these tend to be very rare, so all in all, you’re very lucky to have a floppy-eared grimmsnarl.

As for his laziness, however, that may be a different story. Laziness could be chalked up to a simple personality trait, true, but sometimes, owners confuse lethargy for laziness. While laziness is more of a pokémon’s conscious decision to not be active, lethargy can actually be a symptom of a number of possible health issues, so it’s important to observe your pokémon carefully and make sure they’re not that active simply out of personal choice. My advice is to take your grimmsnarl to a pokémon center, just in case. I would advise this for all new catches either way, but in this particular situation, it may be worth bringing up with a Nurse Joy that your grimmsnarl isn’t quite as energetic as other members of its species. They should be able to conduct scans to rule out anything that you’d need to worry about, and given that it’s quick and free, it’s worth doing, just to put your mind at absolute ease.

Best of luck!

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bills-pokedex·3 days agoText

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Foxglove was indeed still floating behind them, but he remained silent all this time. It was mostly because he stared warily ahead at the farmer, as if sensing that things were about to go south very quickly.

“Is that so? I’m sorry to hear that your friend left you. I hope you have a chance to meet with them again. Very little is more exciting than to explore a new region full of rare pokémon with a friend,” Bill said.

He grew quiet for a moment right then, as his mind flicked back to Lanette. Was she okay? Was Calyrex releasing her now and then? Could she tell it she needed to eat, or that she was cold? Or has she been a puppet this entire time?

Shuddering, Bill forced himself to focus on the task at hand again. And he did this by honing in on David’s other words.

“Crouton?” he asked. “That’s an unusual name for a sir—”

“Oi!”

By this time, the group had wandered close enough for the farmer to be within earshot, and at the sound of his voice, Bill steeled himself for the inevitable question.

“Did that flygon just talk?!” the farmer (of course) asked.

Bill thought it might be best for David to take the lead at this point.

When he heard the farmer’s question, David’s gaze shot up from the ground to him. What should he say? It wasn’t like the farmer would believe him if he said Bill hadn’t. Most likely he would doubt David anyway, considering he was dressed, well, like a rich man from the Middle Ages.

“Yeah, it did,” he blurted out without thinking, a moment before finding himself face-down in the cold snow, wondering dazedly why he said that. And if the farmer had heard what he said. Partly because of David’s accent.

{Man, I miss that. :’)}

As soon as David went down, Bill froze. Well. There goes his help.

“Uh … yes,” Bill said. “We could use your help.”

The farmer stared at the group: the oddly dressed man lying face-down in the snow, the talking flygon, the kadabra who didn’t seem to be interested in any of this.

Taking the lack of a response as encouragement, Bill continued, “You see … I need carrot seeds to help my friend. Not this one, but, ah.” He landed and squat down, intending to help David up if he’d let him. “Would you be able to part with a few? I’m sure we can work something out if so.”

In the ensuing gap for an answer, the farmer initially said nothing. Finally, he cleared his throat, straightened up, and with all the confidence of a man who very clearly thought this was all a dream or at least a hallucination from the cold, he said, “Sure. I’ll give you carrot seeds. For nine dynite ore.”

“Of course,” Bill replied. Then, he paused. Then leaned towards David. “What’s dynite ore, and do you have any I could borrow?”

David accepted Bill’s hand. Or claw, rather.

“It’s this stuff I found in a cave where I participated in a Max Raid,” said the man, fishing out a small handful of red rock pieces from his trouser pockets. After counting silently, he said, “Looks like I have enough. You can take it.” He pushed them into Bill’s free claw. “Fascinating stuff, scientifically, and whilst I might go back and get more later, right now I can’t help but think they’re some sort of marketing gimmick to attract visitors to Max Lairs.” For some reason he suddenly felt exhausted.

“Ah. Are they?” Bill turned the crystals in his claw, examining the way the light danced off their facets. They didn’t seem special, but … if David said they were scientifically fascinating…

Wait. No. Priorities. Give the crystals to the farmer. Get the carrot seeds. Go save Lanette.

Wait. Priorities again. Thank David. Then

David.

Bill blinked and looked from the farmer to his companion, then back again. 

“Right.”

He shoved the crystals into the farmer’s waiting hands, then in the same motion turned back to David.

“Are you all right? You seem … off. I mean, largely because you went face-down into the snow just now, but…”

The farmer said something perky—something along the lines of “thank you, talking dragon” and “need a stiff drink at the tavern for this one,” and Bill was dimly aware that a bag had been placed into his claws. He was just focused on…

It would be a really bad thing if another friend of his had gotten hurt on account of him, you know? He looked up and scanned the area until his eyes finally settled on the cabin he was sharing with Lanette. Did he even lock that thing? He couldn’t remember right then. He couldn’t have. The keys were…

Irrelevant because he had a telekinetic pokémon. Right. Priority list: Take care of David, go find Calyrex, give Calyrex the carrot seeds, save Lanette.

“I-if you’d like, I have a cabin just over there. You can use it to rest up,” Bill said. Then, after a pause, he added, “Honestly, you could probably use it until I can find a way to turn back and save my friend. Consider it a thank you for your help in getting … well, this.”

Bill looked at the bag at that point. It was so small and unassuming, and he hoped to Ho-oh this was worth it because Ho-oh’s wings, if it wasn’t…

“R-right. Follow me.”

And with that, he led David towards his cabin, with Foxglove following not far behind.

The man had watched silently, nodding his head when Bill asked how he was doing. He did the same as the Flygon walked him over to the cabin. "I think the weight of everything that happened today came crashing down on me,” he said as they stood in front of the door. “What a day, eh?” It was bizarre, a day that definitely deserved a drink, like the farmer’s plans, but of course he wouldn’t tell Bill. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I say we deserve something hot before we get back out there!”

David knew Bill had offered him free use of the cabin for a little while but he thought it prudent to stay just long enough to warm up completely and then help some more.

When they entered, but before they turned on the lights, he let out an audible sigh of relief. The cabin felt cozy already. In the dark he didn’t notice the clothes Bill had strewn about in his haste to rescue Lanette earlier…or the latter’s luggage and things that were haphazardly left around the cabin, including by the fridge and under the table.

Bill gave David a concerned look at that explanation, then let him into the cabin. He watched for a second as David entered, then cleared his throat.

“Ah, sorry for the mess. We’re—”

He was about to say “not usually like that,” but honestly? That would be a lie. He wasn’t like that, but Lanette was an entirely different story.

Still, that was part of her charm, in Bill’s opinion—something that made her cute. Which only made him think of the carrot seeds in his other hand and the nagging sensation that he needed to be elsewhere in the back of his head. The latter, he knew, wasn’t coming from Foxglove.

“David?” he said. “Thank you. But … you clearly need rest. I can’t in good faith make you go back out there in your condition. Please, make yourself at home and help yourself to some of the tea in the kitchenette. I’d hate to be a terrible host, but…”

He trailed off, thinking of Lanette again. Was it right to do this? Just leave David alone in the cabin while he ran off to give a bag of seeds to Calyrex?

Then again … how long would that take anyway?

Probably, he realized, all day. And who knows what Calyrex would ask him to do after he gave it the seeds, for that matter? When you offer an inch and all.

“I don’t know what the pokémon will want me to do after I give it these seeds,” he admitted. “So for that reason, I’d like to give you the option. You don’t have to come with me for the rest if you don’t want to. You’ve already done more than enough for me, with no guarantees about getting anything in return, and I have no doubt that if a legendary is asking for carrot seeds, whatever will happen next will be harder and more dangerous—perhaps even colder—than what we’ve already done so far. I know you’re a visitor and that this has all been overwhelming for you, so please. Don’t let me keep you from your own quests.”

David felt somewhat disappointed, as he still wanted to help. Then again, Bill was right. Any minute now he’d likely bolt to the stove and make some hot tea, after which he’d dash to the bathroom, strip off all his snow-soaked clothes and relax in a warm bath. Who knew, he might even fall asleep there.

So when Bill suggested he stay behind for his safety and health’s sake, and get on with his own quests (was Bryan even still at the Slippery Slope? He should send an ask), David grudgingly accepted his offer. “My only request,” he said, unclipping a Poké Ball from his belt, one that looked less beaten than Sir Alfred’s, “is that you take one of my Pokémon with you.” He handed it to Bill. “You could use a Porygon’s help on the next leg of your fetch quest, mind.”

He then wrapped his arms around the Flygon, and then the Kadabra. “Good luck out there, mate.”

Bill returned the hug and accepted the ball.

“Thank you, David. I mean that.” He wanted to say something about how much this meant, about how he wouldn’t know what to do if he couldn’t get the information Calyrex wanted or those carrot seeds and about how he definitely wouldn’t know what to do if he couldn’t get Lanette back and into someplace warm in time, but, well. Bill had never been great at communicating his vulnerabilities, and he wasn’t about to learn then, either.

So instead, he gave David one last nod and a “good luck on your own quests, friend,” and then he led Foxglove back into the frigid air.

“I guess we’d better find Calyrex,” Bill said, handing Foxglove the bag of seeds. “But first, maybe we should let David’s porygon out.”

He held up the ball and pressed its button with a claw. A flash of light bloomed in front of his eyes and flowed to a point between himself and his kadabra, where it morphed quickly into a porygon. The porygon hovered there, perhaps processing its lack of a trainer.

“Hello!” Bill said, spreading a set of claws in a wave. “I’m Bill, and this is Foxglove. Your owner loaned you to me so I—”

He was cut off when the porygon dove into his chest and knocked him back. Panic lanced through Bill’s brain until he realized that the porygon was hooking its comparatively tiny feet around as much of his dragon body as it could.

“I finally get to meet you!” it exclaimed. “Hi there! It’s me, Crouton!”

“Oh,” Bill said. “That porygon.”

{Side point for the readers: Gonna continue this in the next few standalone posts because oh god i take way too long to tumblr rp i am so sorry nacrene-archaologist orz Credit for Crouton will appear in all posts, but that’s her character, and as such, I give her full license to step in and correct me if I mess up that character. 8D More of Crouton can be viewed at @storageporygon​ .}

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bills-pokedex·3 days agoAnswer

I saw a school of tynamo swimming through the air in a cave in unova once and can't get it out of my head, it was beautiful, I was wondering if you had any experience with the tynamo line?

Ah, tynamo. It is indeed a beautiful and fascinating creature!

I assume you’re looking more for tynamo facts than tynamo care, but please by all means let me know if you meant otherwise.

With that disclaimer aside, tynamo facts!

  • Like most members of its evolutionary line, and indeed most electric-types with the ability Levitate, tynamo supports itself by generating an electric charge evenly distributed across its skin, designed to repel against Earth’s own magnetic forces. Think of them like hover vehicles, in that regard.
  • They’re actually amphibious. Though evolution pulls it further and further away from water (meaning both eelektrik and eelektross are amphibious as well but do not spend much of their time in water and prefer not to), tynamo retain their ability to swim, nest in, and breathe in water. I say “retain” because their higher evolutions have a tendency to form nests in mud or water deep within their native cave systems, to protect them from rock-type predators and ground-type attacks. Tynamo, which tend to be significantly weaker than its evolutions, will use water to hide, especially when separated from their schools.
  • Tynamo do indeed normally travel in schools. If you find one that’s traveling alone, it’s probably very old and sick (tynamo will gather more intensely around sick members of their schools but will abandon tynamo that they realize are on the brink of dying anyway) or extremely strong and on the very brink of evolution. For this reason, it’s frequently taught to young trainers in regions where tynamo can be found that they need to take caution. If one finds a tynamo traveling alone, then that very likely means: 1) it will not survive a battle, 2) it’s extremely dangerous on its own, or 3) there is a school of tynamo very close by and very much ready to strike.
  • Tynamo schools only include tynamo and never its evolutions. This is intentional. For one thing, tynamo’s evolutions are largely solitary predators. They’ll lay their eggs in giant nests with other eelektrik and eelektross, then abandon them to continue hunting alone in cave systems. Consequently, tynamo will hatch completely on their own and wait for the rest of the nest to hatch, then school together their entire lives (or until evolution—whichever happens first).
  • The other reason is, of course, the fact that eelektrik and eelektross can be cannibalistic in the wild, especially if food is scarce. They’ll even eat their own direct offspring. Granted, yes, eelektrik and eelektross are both resistant to electricity (the only real power a tynamo possesses), but the sheer number of tynamo in each school ensures that their collective Spark can sting just enough to drive off even the strongest eelektross.
  • Moreover, tynamo in the same cave system will tend to pool their schools together for added protection. The largest tynamo school ever discovered contained over nine hundred members.
  • All members of the tynamo line are carnivorous and feed primarily on zubat, woobat, and (in Chargestone Cave) joltik, as well as bats, moles, fish (in their underground rivers), and other small subterranean animals. When hunting, most of the school will “go dark” (that is, stop channeling electricity to the zigzag-shaped electrical organs on their sides), with only a few lighting up at a time to lure prey close. When something emerges, they’ll descend on that prey as a mass, paralyze it, and consume it. Not all tynamo get to feed every time prey is taken down, and as such, tynamo will continue to float through a cave system, constantly hunting. They’ll even do this as they sleep (with sleeping members being “carried”—basically, suspended in a magnetic field—by members who are awake).
  • In a pinch, tynamo may also hunt drilbur, which tend to be more common in their cave systems. However, how a school of weak electric-types can take down a ground-type is … perhaps best left to the imagination, as it is not at all pretty.
  • Otherwise, drilbur are their chief predator, along with members of the roggenrola line.
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bills-pokedex·4 days agoAnswer

Hey there, Bill. I recently caught a Bounsweet, and my Lilligant seems to be very fond of her! She's being very protective of Bounsweet, though, and it's starting to cause problems. My Kingler can't get anywhere close to them without being Stun Spored! Is this some kind of misplaced maternal instinct? Will Lilligant reject her when she realizes Bounsweet is a different species? Most importantly, how do I get Lilligant to trust the rest of my team around Bounsweet?

To answer your ask in order:

1. It is … though “misplaced” is a bit strong of a word. It does sound like she’s essentially adopted this bounsweet.

2. Actually no. Because it’s not unusual for pokémon of different species to be biologically related to one another, pokémon don’t really see much of a difference between themselves and something else that’s of a completely different evolutionary line, so long as the two lines are within the same breeding group—at least, not where family is concerned. Of course, teams break this barrier down even further, where older pokémon may “adopt” younger teammates even if their species as a whole aren’t compatible. All in all, pokémon just have looser definitions of what constitutes a viable family compared to us humans, so with all that considered, it’s unlikely your lilligant will ever reject your bounsweet if she currently sees her as young to take care of. If anything, their relationship will evolve as bounsweet does, but it will very likely continue to be very mother-daughter in nature.

3. Remind your lilligant that her team is her team and that the others are capable of helping her take care of your bounsweet. You may wish to do this by introducing members your lilligant is more likely to trust to your bounsweet, such as another grass-type or someone your lilligant was close to before you’d added this bounsweet to your team. Do it gradually so your lilligant doesn’t get startled and instead warms up to the idea that the others can be just as loving and careful with her “young” as she is.

At the same time, work on training your bounsweet to be self-sufficient and independent but not reckless. (Standard behavioral training will work, alongside standard pokémon training.) The more your lilligant sees that your bounsweet is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, the more she’ll stand down around anyone who comes within five feet of your bounsweet.

Best of luck!

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bills-pokedex·5 days agoAnswer

My Quilava has been putting off evolving for some time, and hasn’t seemed too interested in it, but recently his mate, my Ponyta, evolved into a Rapidash, and he’s been rather antsy to evolve ever since.

I’m trying to do some research on preparation to care for a Typhlosion, including a larger burrow and more food, and my house is already decently fireproofed from having two fire types anyway, but if there’s any advice that you could give me, I’d appreciate it

Believe it or not, you may have already covered your bases. While the going advice for most pokémon evolutions tends to be “prepare for providing the same care but in larger quantities,” the Johtonian starters are rather notorious for being the epitome of this. That isn’t to say they’re somehow inferior to the traditional starters of other regions because of it. They do have their merits, their strengths, and the perks of being what they are, and one of those perks is simply that they’re easier to care for through evolution than most starter sets.

In other words, literally, it really is as simple as “prepare to take care of a very large cyndaquil.”

On that note, the only real difference between taking care of a very large cyndaquil (or quilava) and taking care of a typhlosion is the fact that there are still going to be significant physiological changes you’ll need to help yours adjust to. I’m referring to things like the fact that he’ll go from being the mostly quadruped quilava to the nearly exclusively bipedal typhlosion, not to mention the fact that he’ll be going from a pokémon that’s on average only about two feet tall and forty-two pounds to one that’s over five feet and 175. There will be a significant amount of mass that your pokémon will suddenly need to navigate, so he will be incredibly clumsy and uncomfortable in his body for the first few weeks after evolution. 

Also, beware of Post-Evolution Depression Syndrome (aka PEDS), that condition where your pokémon will undergo a bout of acute psychological distress (guilt, regret, and outright depression, mostly) after evolution. Given that your quilava has been putting off evolving for some time and is only evolving due to his mate (rather than a personal need to), he may be particularly susceptible to it. Remember to pay close attention to his moods and give him the ample support (but also space if he gets too distressed) he needs to adjust mentally to his new form. I don’t mean to scare you on this one. Usually, PEDS resolves after a few weeks, so as long as you do everything you can to make life seem normal and emphasize the fact that you’re there for your pokémon, everything will be fine.

Best of luck!

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bills-pokedex·5 days agoAnswer

I’ve begun working with my Sableye and getting her used to mega evolution for an upcoming tournament, but I worry about whether it’s hurting her, since her gem seems to put her under a lot of strain, and the way it bursts out of her chest doesn’t seem to be good. I’ve worked with my Altaria for mega training before, but nothing like this happened then.

She seems ok with the transformation, and is eager for the upcoming battles, but if this is damaging to her, even temporarily, I’m not sure I’d like to continue. Do you have any advice, or maybe some tips to limit the danger?

I’m going to say something a bit unusual and potentially controversial, but the truth is that the longer a pokémon uses mega evolution … the easier it is on them. The first few times they undergo mega evolution indeed tend to be a little ugly. This goes especially for those who undergo mega evolutions that manifest in ways that, well, aren’t so beneficial to the pokémon that experience it. (Glalie, steelix, aerodactyl—I could go on. Thankfully, sableye is considered a milder case of this, though other pokémon that undergo mega evolution certainly have it better.)

However, eventually, a pokémon adjusts. I know this sounds a bit gruesome, but a pokémon that undergoes mega evolution—even the most violent forms of it—eventually … stops feeling the negative effects of it. From what we’ve been able to tell so far (research on mega evolution is still a new thing and all), a pokémon’s body simply adapts to the physiological changes it knows it will periodically undergo. A glalie’s jaw heals quicker (and is generally more flexible), an aerodactyl’s skin reinforces itself around where spikes emerge, and overall, a mega evolution’s pain tolerance increases dramatically. In sableye’s case as well, those that can undergo mega evolution develop surprisingly strong arms capable of lifting its jewel the second it emerges without missing a beat, as well as holding it aloft for long periods of time. Granted, once mega evolution wears off, a mega-evolving sableye will only become moderately stronger than other members of its species who can’t mega evolve, but in its mega-evolved state, the weight of its gem no longer fazes it.

As for the emergence, as I’ve mentioned, it’s not as violent or painful as one might think (and certainly not as violent or painful as, say, glalie’s mega evolution). The truth is that sableye were actually … meant to do that, believe it or not. They’re semi-corporeal, not fully so, and just as they routinely eat and incorporate minerals and full-on gems into their body, they also, well, excrete them. So when your sableye’s gem shield erupts, it’s actually about as violent as what she normally would do to “poop,” for lack of a better term. Once out of her body, then the mega energy takes hold and transforms her gem into something a little more reasonable to use as a shield. If anything, the only concern you should have is making sure your sableye holds the gem away from her body, so she doesn’t accidentally hit herself in the chin as her shield expands.

But then again, it seems like your sableye will be just fine. If she’s already adjusted as you’ve mentioned, then rest assured she’ll only continue to adjust, and it’s unlikely mega evolution will pose any real danger to her.

Best of luck on your future battles!

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nacrene-archaeologist:

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nacrene-archaeologist:

bills-pokedex:

nacrene-archaeologist:

@bills-pokedex ((tried to cut the post like we used to be able to))

Foxglove was indeed still floating behind them, but he remained silent all this time. It was mostly because he stared warily ahead at the farmer, as if sensing that things were about to go south very quickly.

“Is that so? I’m sorry to hear that your friend left you. I hope you have a chance to meet with them again. Very little is more exciting than to explore a new region full of rare pokémon with a friend,” Bill said.

He grew quiet for a moment right then, as his mind flicked back to Lanette. Was she okay? Was Calyrex releasing her now and then? Could she tell it she needed to eat, or that she was cold? Or has she been a puppet this entire time?

Shuddering, Bill forced himself to focus on the task at hand again. And he did this by honing in on David’s other words.

“Crouton?” he asked. “That’s an unusual name for a sir—”

“Oi!”

By this time, the group had wandered close enough for the farmer to be within earshot, and at the sound of his voice, Bill steeled himself for the inevitable question.

“Did that flygon just talk?!” the farmer (of course) asked.

Bill thought it might be best for David to take the lead at this point.

When he heard the farmer’s question, David’s gaze shot up from the ground to him. What should he say? It wasn’t like the farmer would believe him if he said Bill hadn’t. Most likely he would doubt David anyway, considering he was dressed, well, like a rich man from the Middle Ages.

“Yeah, it did,” he blurted out without thinking, a moment before finding himself face-down in the cold snow, wondering dazedly why he said that. And if the farmer had heard what he said. Partly because of David’s accent.

{Man, I miss that. :’)}

As soon as David went down, Bill froze. Well. There goes his help.

“Uh … yes,” Bill said. “We could use your help.”

The farmer stared at the group: the oddly dressed man lying face-down in the snow, the talking flygon, the kadabra who didn’t seem to be interested in any of this.

Taking the lack of a response as encouragement, Bill continued, “You see … I need carrot seeds to help my friend. Not this one, but, ah.” He landed and squat down, intending to help David up if he’d let him. “Would you be able to part with a few? I’m sure we can work something out if so.”

In the ensuing gap for an answer, the farmer initially said nothing. Finally, he cleared his throat, straightened up, and with all the confidence of a man who very clearly thought this was all a dream or at least a hallucination from the cold, he said, “Sure. I’ll give you carrot seeds. For nine dynite ore.”

“Of course,” Bill replied. Then, he paused. Then leaned towards David. “What’s dynite ore, and do you have any I could borrow?”

David accepted Bill’s hand. Or claw, rather.

“It’s this stuff I found in a cave where I participated in a Max Raid,” said the man, fishing out a small handful of red rock pieces from his trouser pockets. After counting silently, he said, “Looks like I have enough. You can take it.” He pushed them into Bill’s free claw. “Fascinating stuff, scientifically, and whilst I might go back and get more later, right now I can’t help but think they’re some sort of marketing gimmick to attract visitors to Max Lairs.” For some reason he suddenly felt exhausted.

“Ah. Are they?” Bill turned the crystals in his claw, examining the way the light danced off their facets. They didn’t seem special, but … if David said they were scientifically fascinating…

Wait. No. Priorities. Give the crystals to the farmer. Get the carrot seeds. Go save Lanette.

Wait. Priorities again. Thank David. Then

David.

Bill blinked and looked from the farmer to his companion, then back again. 

“Right.”

He shoved the crystals into the farmer’s waiting hands, then in the same motion turned back to David.

“Are you all right? You seem … off. I mean, largely because you went face-down into the snow just now, but…”

The farmer said something perky—something along the lines of “thank you, talking dragon” and “need a stiff drink at the tavern for this one,” and Bill was dimly aware that a bag had been placed into his claws. He was just focused on…

It would be a really bad thing if another friend of his had gotten hurt on account of him, you know? He looked up and scanned the area until his eyes finally settled on the cabin he was sharing with Lanette. Did he even lock that thing? He couldn’t remember right then. He couldn’t have. The keys were…

Irrelevant because he had a telekinetic pokémon. Right. Priority list: Take care of David, go find Calyrex, give Calyrex the carrot seeds, save Lanette.

“I-if you’d like, I have a cabin just over there. You can use it to rest up,” Bill said. Then, after a pause, he added, “Honestly, you could probably use it until I can find a way to turn back and save my friend. Consider it a thank you for your help in getting … well, this.”

Bill looked at the bag at that point. It was so small and unassuming, and he hoped to Ho-oh this was worth it because Ho-oh’s wings, if it wasn’t…

“R-right. Follow me.”

And with that, he led David towards his cabin, with Foxglove following not far behind.

The man had watched silently, nodding his head when Bill asked how he was doing. He did the same as the Flygon walked him over to the cabin. "I think the weight of everything that happened today came crashing down on me,” he said as they stood in front of the door. “What a day, eh?” It was bizarre, a day that definitely deserved a drink, like the farmer’s plans, but of course he wouldn’t tell Bill. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I say we deserve something hot before we get back out there!”

David knew Bill had offered him free use of the cabin for a little while but he thought it prudent to stay just long enough to warm up completely and then help some more.

When they entered, but before they turned on the lights, he let out an audible sigh of relief. The cabin felt cozy already. In the dark he didn’t notice the clothes Bill had strewn about in his haste to rescue Lanette earlier…or the latter’s luggage and things that were haphazardly left around the cabin, including by the fridge and under the table.

Bill gave David a concerned look at that explanation, then let him into the cabin. He watched for a second as David entered, then cleared his throat.

“Ah, sorry for the mess. We’re—”

He was about to say “not usually like that,” but honestly? That would be a lie. He wasn’t like that, but Lanette was an entirely different story.

Still, that was part of her charm, in Bill’s opinion—something that made her cute. Which only made him think of the carrot seeds in his other hand and the nagging sensation that he needed to be elsewhere in the back of his head. The latter, he knew, wasn’t coming from Foxglove.

“David?” he said. “Thank you. But … you clearly need rest. I can’t in good faith make you go back out there in your condition. Please, make yourself at home and help yourself to some of the tea in the kitchenette. I’d hate to be a terrible host, but…”

He trailed off, thinking of Lanette again. Was it right to do this? Just leave David alone in the cabin while he ran off to give a bag of seeds to Calyrex?

Then again … how long would that take anyway?

Probably, he realized, all day. And who knows what Calyrex would ask him to do after he gave it the seeds, for that matter? When you offer an inch and all.

“I don’t know what the pokémon will want me to do after I give it these seeds,” he admitted. “So for that reason, I’d like to give you the option. You don’t have to come with me for the rest if you don’t want to. You’ve already done more than enough for me, with no guarantees about getting anything in return, and I have no doubt that if a legendary is asking for carrot seeds, whatever will happen next will be harder and more dangerous—perhaps even colder—than what we’ve already done so far. I know you’re a visitor and that this has all been overwhelming for you, so please. Don’t let me keep you from your own quests.”

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bills-pokedex·6 days agoAnswer

Me again, with some more thoughts about pokemon interpreters. Okay, just one thought. I've done a bit more poking around, and it looks like the Unovan interpreter you mentioned and the guy raised by pokemon I mentioned might be the same person? Which got me wondering - how much of being an interpreter is innate, and how much is learned?

This is an excellent question, and the answer is we don’t yet know. The ability is so rare that it’s difficult to study, and it doesn’t help that those who have it are, well, notoriously reclusive, for the most part. We do know that of the ones we have gotten a chance to interview, most of them claim that they came from ordinary backgrounds but that their abilities developed after exposure to pokémon. That is to say, they weren’t raised by pokémon, but they grew up with them. This could imply that the ability is in part innate because not everyone who grows up with a pokémon in their household learns to interpret, but it’s the part where the pokémon interpreters on record claim they didn’t start out understanding pokémon that’s gotten researchers rather baffled. That implies that the skill came over time and that it’s not an in-born trait. Well, that and there’s no record of there ever being interpreter families, with generations inheriting or passing along that ability through family bloodlines. If it were fully innate, you would likely see the skill in more than just one member. See most recorded psychics, for example.

At most, the going theory right now is that it’s a little from column A and a little from column B, but until we have more interpreters volunteering to be studied, we won’t know for certain.

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bills-pokedex·7 days agoAnswer

I love my Blaziken but it’s a little awkward living with a human-sized Pokémon in a tiny apartment. How have you or other trainers felt with cramped quarters? I feel bad keeping my guy in a poke ball at all times...

Well, it’s a bit of a challenge, yes, and oftentimes, you really don’t have much of a choice but to leave your team in a poké ball until you can get to a park—or unless you’re lucky and happen to live in an apartment building that has a roof terrace. It can even get lonely if you live like that, if I may be so honest.

Still, that’s why it’s important to hone your time management skills and realize that you don’t necessarily have to spend all day indoors. Even if you spent an hour or two studying or working in a park will give your team enough time to stretch their legs and get some fresh air.

Alternatively, some trainers can get rather creative with cramped spaces. This is especially doable for pokémon that are roughly your size or smaller. Think of it like having a roommate, except the roommate doesn’t really pitch in with rent, utilities, or food. (So … like a roommate if you’re in college, really.) Some trainers even take to sharing a bed platonically with their pokémon, or building bunk beds or other creative sleeping solutions (futons, fold-out beds, and so on) to give their pokémon space.

Of course, the third and final option you have is to … temporarily rehome your pokémon with someone who has more space, if you absolutely cannot fit your pokémon in your current living situation. This option is really best if you don’t see yourself living in a particular place for extended periods of time, such as if you’re a student living in campus housing or so on. Still, it’s a viable option too if the someone with space happens to live close by and if you have the option of visiting every once in a while.

Ultimately, the key is finding a solution that not only works for you but also takes a pokémon’s happiness into consideration. Sometimes, the solution is just to keep them in their poké balls, store them in the PC, let them live elsewhere, or just … getting very creative.

Or in short, it’s manageable, but it takes work. Or sacrifice. Or both.

Best of luck!

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nacrene-archaeologist:

bills-pokedex:

nacrene-archaeologist:

@bills-pokedex ((tried to cut the post like we used to be able to))

Foxglove was indeed still floating behind them, but he remained silent all this time. It was mostly because he stared warily ahead at the farmer, as if sensing that things were about to go south very quickly.

“Is that so? I’m sorry to hear that your friend left you. I hope you have a chance to meet with them again. Very little is more exciting than to explore a new region full of rare pokémon with a friend,” Bill said.

He grew quiet for a moment right then, as his mind flicked back to Lanette. Was she okay? Was Calyrex releasing her now and then? Could she tell it she needed to eat, or that she was cold? Or has she been a puppet this entire time?

Shuddering, Bill forced himself to focus on the task at hand again. And he did this by honing in on David’s other words.

“Crouton?” he asked. “That’s an unusual name for a sir—”

“Oi!”

By this time, the group had wandered close enough for the farmer to be within earshot, and at the sound of his voice, Bill steeled himself for the inevitable question.

“Did that flygon just talk?!” the farmer (of course) asked.

Bill thought it might be best for David to take the lead at this point.

When he heard the farmer’s question, David’s gaze shot up from the ground to him. What should he say? It wasn’t like the farmer would believe him if he said Bill hadn’t. Most likely he would doubt David anyway, considering he was dressed, well, like a rich man from the Middle Ages.

“Yeah, it did,” he blurted out without thinking, a moment before finding himself face-down in the cold snow, wondering dazedly why he said that. And if the farmer had heard what he said. Partly because of David’s accent.

{Man, I miss that. :’)}

As soon as David went down, Bill froze. Well. There goes his help.

“Uh … yes,” Bill said. “We could use your help.”

The farmer stared at the group: the oddly dressed man lying face-down in the snow, the talking flygon, the kadabra who didn’t seem to be interested in any of this.

Taking the lack of a response as encouragement, Bill continued, “You see … I need carrot seeds to help my friend. Not this one, but, ah.” He landed and squat down, intending to help David up if he’d let him. “Would you be able to part with a few? I’m sure we can work something out if so.”

In the ensuing gap for an answer, the farmer initially said nothing. Finally, he cleared his throat, straightened up, and with all the confidence of a man who very clearly thought this was all a dream or at least a hallucination from the cold, he said, “Sure. I’ll give you carrot seeds. For nine dynite ore.”

“Of course,” Bill replied. Then, he paused. Then leaned towards David. “What’s dynite ore, and do you have any I could borrow?”

David accepted Bill’s hand. Or claw, rather.

“It’s this stuff I found in a cave where I participated in a Max Raid,” said the man, fishing out a small handful of red rock pieces from his trouser pockets. After counting silently, he said, “Looks like I have enough. You can take it.” He pushed them into Bill’s free claw. “Fascinating stuff, scientifically, and whilst I might go back and get more later, right now I can’t help but think they’re some sort of marketing gimmick to attract visitors to Max Lairs.” For some reason he suddenly felt exhausted.

“Ah. Are they?” Bill turned the crystals in his claw, examining the way the light danced off their facets. They didn’t seem special, but … if David said they were scientifically fascinating…

Wait. No. Priorities. Give the crystals to the farmer. Get the carrot seeds. Go save Lanette.

Wait. Priorities again. Thank David. Then

David.

Bill blinked and looked from the farmer to his companion, then back again. 

“Right.”

He shoved the crystals into the farmer’s waiting hands, then in the same motion turned back to David.

“Are you all right? You seem … off. I mean, largely because you went face-down into the snow just now, but…”

The farmer said something perky—something along the lines of “thank you, talking dragon” and “need a stiff drink at the tavern for this one,” and Bill was dimly aware that a bag had been placed into his claws. He was just focused on…

It would be a really bad thing if another friend of his had gotten hurt on account of him, you know? He looked up and scanned the area until his eyes finally settled on the cabin he was sharing with Lanette. Did he even lock that thing? He couldn’t remember right then. He couldn’t have. The keys were…

Irrelevant because he had a telekinetic pokémon. Right. Priority list: Take care of David, go find Calyrex, give Calyrex the carrot seeds, save Lanette.

“I-if you’d like, I have a cabin just over there. You can use it to rest up,” Bill said. Then, after a pause, he added, “Honestly, you could probably use it until I can find a way to turn back and save my friend. Consider it a thank you for your help in getting … well, this.”

Bill looked at the bag at that point. It was so small and unassuming, and he hoped to Ho-oh this was worth it because Ho-oh’s wings, if it wasn’t…

“R-right. Follow me.”

And with that, he led David towards his cabin, with Foxglove following not far behind.

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bills-pokedex·8 days agoText

I suppose to expand and clarify my response to that previous post, as far as scientists are concerned, pokémon belong to a separate taxonomic kingdom from animals and plants, the Kingdom Pokémonica, which denotes life that resonates with and controls elemental energies (which manifest in their various battle techniques). We humans belong to the kingdom Animalia; while all living creatures (yes, even animals) resonate with elemental energies, we don’t normally possess the ability to control it to the degree that members of the Kingdom Pokémonica do. Furthermore, on a cellular level, pokémon are unique and separate, capable of mimicking members of any of the other kingdoms with unwalled eukaryotic cells that possess organelles (not present in the cells of Kingdom Animalia) capable of channeling elemental energy. 

It’s a lengthy definition, but the short answer is that pokémon look like animals, but they’re not even in the same kingdom as them. They didn’t descend from members of Kingdom Animalia and vice-versa. They’ve always just been a completely separate concept.

And finally, humans aren’t pokémon. Well, with noteworthy exceptions. We’re still studying those, for the most part. The point is, we as a species descended from animal ancestors, and barring a few anomalies, we don’t resonate with elemental energy the way pokémon do. You need more than a few anomalies to call it for the entire species, on that note, so … hence the studying.

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bills-pokedex·8 days agoAnswer

I also distinctly remember an early episode in which Catnip featured for a minute or two and I swear they referred to regular cats when talking about it?

I think I remember it, couldn’t find any good screenshots from it, but did find these!

More Proof!

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bills-pokedex·8 days agoText

crypticcodex:

starryoak:

justisdevan:

itsbenedict:

nonanalogue:

(via @itsbenedict)

direhuman:

me explaining to the other trainers that apricorns are unknown outside of Johto because of deliberate suppression by the Silph and Devon corporations to present artificial pokeballs as the only means of capturing pokemon and establish regional monopolies after they eliminate renewable sources

eternalfarnham replied to your post

you’re in the pocket of Big Ball, I see

there’s no pocket for me to BE in, there’s no LOBBYING involved, there’s no SUPPRESSION campaign because you don’t need one! traditional methods suppress themselves when you make modern pokéballs available. you might as well start accusing AT&T of deliberately suppressing the noble traditional art form of the goddamn semaphore.

not to mention OP demonstrates a total lack of understanding of the market realities of the pokéball industry- Silph and Devon are not monopolies, if they weren’t in constant competition their magic monster domination spheres wouldn’t cost two bucks a pop. the ball spec is a public standard, and Bill Masaki’s storage system based on that standard is an open-source project. they’re only the two largest players because they’re able to leverage economies of scale. you still get smaller operations like the Laverre City Poké Ball Factory, with better regional supply chains and local brand recognition, making room for themselves in the market. 

sm FUCKING h at y’all granola-crunching conspiracy theorists. you probably also believe Super Potions cause autism.

Ok, but it is a shame that artisanal balls are basically off the market now. Like, you have to ride the monorail and hike through a half dozen routes just to find someone willing to sell you a Fast Ball. Believe me, when your boss at the power plant needs five Electrodes by Tuesday you are not going to want to make the trip to Alola; you’re going to head on down to the Mart and get some Ultra Balls, which will do the trick but aren’t well tailored to the job.

I’m with you that modern catching techniques are better, not to mention more humane, but there genuinely is a loss from more niche balls becoming harder to find. Maybe someday the long slowpoketail of consumer demand will be met, but I wouldn’t hold my breath for that Shellder.

In universe discourse is the most RIVETING shit possible, dude. I would read HOURS of in universe Pokemon discourse, god, seriously.

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Foxglove was indeed still floating behind them, but he remained silent all this time. It was mostly because he stared warily ahead at the farmer, as if sensing that things were about to go south very quickly.

“Is that so? I’m sorry to hear that your friend left you. I hope you have a chance to meet with them again. Very little is more exciting than to explore a new region full of rare pokémon with a friend,” Bill said.

He grew quiet for a moment right then, as his mind flicked back to Lanette. Was she okay? Was Calyrex releasing her now and then? Could she tell it she needed to eat, or that she was cold? Or has she been a puppet this entire time?

Shuddering, Bill forced himself to focus on the task at hand again. And he did this by honing in on David’s other words.

“Crouton?” he asked. “That’s an unusual name for a sir—”

“Oi!”

By this time, the group had wandered close enough for the farmer to be within earshot, and at the sound of his voice, Bill steeled himself for the inevitable question.

“Did that flygon just talk?!” the farmer (of course) asked.

Bill thought it might be best for David to take the lead at this point.

When he heard the farmer’s question, David’s gaze shot up from the ground to him. What should he say? It wasn’t like the farmer would believe him if he said Bill hadn’t. Most likely he would doubt David anyway, considering he was dressed, well, like a rich man from the Middle Ages.

“Yeah, it did,” he blurted out without thinking, a moment before finding himself face-down in the cold snow, wondering dazedly why he said that. And if the farmer had heard what he said. Partly because of David’s accent.

{Man, I miss that. :’)}

As soon as David went down, Bill froze. Well. There goes his help.

“Uh … yes,” Bill said. “We could use your help.”

The farmer stared at the group: the oddly dressed man lying face-down in the snow, the talking flygon, the kadabra who didn’t seem to be interested in any of this.

Taking the lack of a response as encouragement, Bill continued, “You see … I need carrot seeds to help my friend. Not this one, but, ah.” He landed and squat down, intending to help David up if he’d let him. “Would you be able to part with a few? I’m sure we can work something out if so.”

In the ensuing gap for an answer, the farmer initially said nothing. Finally, he cleared his throat, straightened up, and with all the confidence of a man who very clearly thought this was all a dream or at least a hallucination from the cold, he said, “Sure. I’ll give you carrot seeds. For nine dynite ore.”

“Of course,” Bill replied. Then, he paused. Then leaned towards David. “What’s dynite ore, and do you have any I could borrow?”

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bills-pokedex·8 days agoAnswer

Hi! I’ve recently captured an Eiscue, but it’s not a Pokémon I’m familiar with at all. Can you tell me what their needs are? I want to take care of mine properly!

Certainly!

Eiscue are fascinating and tricky pokémon to take care of, largely in part because how you do so depends on what kind of eiscue you wish to keep. You see, eiscue have a special ability that enable them to create masks of pure ice that cover their faces. Many people believe they’re cuter without the mask, not to mention easier to take care of, because having your eiscue keep its mask may put a strain on your electric bill. On the other hand, eiscue are often more nervous without the mask, so they may be harder to maintain psychologically.

Putting it another way, the mask that eiscue wears requires constant refrigeration, given that it’s made of pure ice. Moreover, short of pokémon that are literally made of ice, this means that eiscue is the most heat-sensitive pokémon. As such, it needs to be kept strictly in a cold environment. This may mean that you’ll need to create a room specifically for keeping your eiscue cool, where your eiscue can go to rest (meaning, stocked with a bed and toys to keep it occupied, as well as perhaps its food and water dish). When I say “this room must be constantly cold,” I mean “literally, you must make sure this room is designed to be a giant refrigerator, however you can manage.” (Usually, keeping an air conditioner in this room, as well as tubs stocked with ice, is usually the most cost-effective way of doing this.)

On the other hand, if you don’t wish to maintain this mask, your eiscue can survive just as well in slightly warmer temperatures, but it will be more likely to experience stress because its mask is gone. (No, supplying it with a mask made of different materials won’t help. This mask must be made of ice for best effect.) This means that you’ll need to work extra hard at keeping it calm and happy. You’ll need to give it frequent affection and attention, supply it with plenty of toys and enrichment, and maybe even provide it with companions to ensure it feels safe and loved. Even then, not all eiscue can adapt to this lifestyle. Also, in this form, be sure that you can endure the cold as well, as eiscue that are under stress will release blasts of cold air from their heads.

As a side point, eiscue will play with practically anything, but they tend to be happiest with squeaky toys. These will be especially important for “noice” (unmasked) eiscue, but they’re important for maintaining a masked one as well.

Beyond that, eiscue are primarily carnivores that subsist entirely on fish. (Don’t worry about its mask if you choose to keep it. There’s a hole hidden in the beak that your eiscue will pass food and water through.) Canned fish will do if you can’t get your hands on specially formulated pokéchow or fresh fish; eiscue seem to prefer sardines especially. They’ll also need fresh water, of course. Also, be sure to clean their enclosure daily; given the fish-based diet, eiscue enclosures have a tendency to get rather … foul very quickly. Furthermore, when it comes to grooming, provide your eiscue with water for bathing, and assist with scrubbing (with a soft cloth, followed by a soft-bristled brush) if your eiscue gets particularly dirty.

And finally, yes, eiscue need plenty of space. When not playing with squeaky toys or maintaining its mask, an eiscue will spend most of its time taking long walks or even tobogganing on its stomach for fun. You can get away with keeping it indoors if you live in a warm climate, but be sure its indoor enclosure has enough room for it to slide back and forth.

Best of luck!

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bills-pokedex·9 days agoAnswer

I have an issue with my Purrloin. We live on a farm, so he’s allowed to roam outside freely. (He helps keep the Rattatas out of the barn). However, recently he was gone for a couple days. While thankfully, he came back, he was carrying a rather expensive jeweled necklace. I quickly distracted him with a bit of caviar and found the owner of the necklace, but I don’t want this behavior to continue. What can I do to stop it?

It’s a bit of a predicament, for sure, but sadly, there isn’t much you can do short of keeping your purrloin indoors (whether that means inside your barn or inside your home and barn). Feline pokémon are basically inclined to roam wherever they please, and they don’t take well to training against that. One thing you might do, though, is reinforce the boundaries around your farm with better fencing or higher walls so you can discourage your purrloin from jumping your fence, as well as make your home a little more appealing, thus giving your purrloin less of a reason to wander.

The latter might be the more effective of the two options (though you should really consider doing both). One of the reasons why your purrloin may wander in the first place is, well, sheer boredom. This is also why purrloin that are well taken care of may resort to theft too. So in short, provide more options for enrichment at home. Consider building a purrloin obstacle course, or purchase more toys for him. Include him in your chores, and perhaps add in a little more time training a day. And of course, provide him with plenty of attention and affection. Do anything you can to get his energy levels down and to keep him interested in your farm, rather than anything outside it.

Best of luck!

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When David was finally ready to meet up with the two Pokémon, having finished his first attempts at warming himself a little below his core (which were partially successful, given the chill that lingered deep inside even with his insulating layers), he hobbled to the meeting spot where the Flygon and Kadabra were. Somehow he felt he should help them, though the former hadn’t explicitly said he needed help with anything other than asking the people what they thought of the King of Bountiful Harvests. “Is that book any use to you?” he asked the Flygon through gritted teeth. He had to remind himself it wasn’t appropriate to stick his hands in his pants for warmth in front of them.

Bill lifts his head and swings it around to face David. Truth be told, he nearly forgot about David, not intentionally or out of thoughtlessness, of course, but more because his mind was still on Lanette and the carrots. So it takes him a bit to gather himself.

“Ah, yes! Thank you.” He holds the book out for David to take. “I don’t think I would have completed that task without your help, and what you found was more than valuable.”

At that point, he shifted uncomfortably. How far could he push this?

Then again, he needed help, and it was for a good cause. After all, what better cause was there than saving someone else’s life, right?

“The unfortunate thing is … I’ll need your help again,” he said, slowly and carefully. “Would you be willing to help me get a bag of carrot seeds?”

It was a strange request, he knew—actually knew this time—but what else could he do?

Other than brace himself for a deluge of questions, of course. Which he absolutely was doing.

David cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Hark at ‘ee! Are you going to eat them?” He was really in no mood to ask many questions, considering the pain he was in from incrementally warming up. Surely the Pokemon could see that…even if it was his own fault in the end for being sat in the snow for about an hour as the Flygon and Kadabra had a row. “If so, why don’t you go and fetch yourself a few of them? You’re a wild Pokemon, aren’t you? You don’t need me to go and buy a packet for you, right?” Before the Flygon could continue, he sighed, saying, “Look, I’ll get some for you, but you’ve really got to tell me what you need these for and where I’ll be going to.”

Bill was taken aback. Oh, sure, he was fully expecting some pushback, but pushback to the tune of fourteenth-century Galarian? That was new.

Still, something here was just a touch more important, in his opinion.

“Are you suggesting I go up to one of these townspeople and steal a bag of carrot seeds?” he asked. “I’m many things, but a thief isn’t one of them, you know!” He paused. “Okay, except for that one time, but that was extenuating circumstances!”

Fox huffed, drawing Bill’s attention to him. He rolled his eyes and motioned for Bill to skip to the point.

“Right. Right. Sorry.” Bill turned back to David. “To put it in short, I’m not really a flygon but rather a human. The legendary pokémon Calyrex took my partner and trapped me in this form, and I need to help it restore its power if I have any hope of rescuing my friend and returning to human form. It needs carrot seeds in order to lure another legendary pokémon into the open to capture it and regain the power it’s lost, but I can’t very well do that because I doubt walking up to one of the village’s farmers and asking for a bag of carrot seeds will go over all that well. Frankly, I’m surprised it went over well enough with you.”

There. Being honest wasn’t so bad, was it?

“Really?” Well, it did sound like another quest straight out of a video game. And they did live in a world where magical animals existed, so… It did sound plausible. David’s expression softened. “Sorry to hear that, mate.” He patted the Flygon’s shoulder. “Have you got a name? A human one, I mean?”

Bill felt a couple of different emotions from this. Relief, for one, because apparently, he didn’t have to explain his situation any further than that. Surprise, for another, because apparently, he didn’t have to explain his situation any further than that.

“Quite all right. This happens more often than one would think,” he said, as if that wouldn’t need more explanation. “Anyway, my name is Bill, and this is my kadabra, Foxglove. I’m sorry we weren’t able to meet under far less awkward circumstances, ah…” He trailed off, as if to prompt David for his name. In the meantime, he pushed off the snowy ground and started gliding towards town—or, more specifically, towards Freezington’s carrot fields.

“I’m David,” said the man, before walking as fast as he could (which was actually quite slowly) after him. He still felt a little chilly. “It’s funny, there’s someone I follow on social media with the same name as you.”

Noticing that David wasn’t exactly faring all that well in the snow, Bill slowed down a little. He sympathized, of course, and wished he could offer David something to help him out, but … desert dragon and all. One that didn’t even know Flamethrower, which at that point, he sorely regretted.

At the very least, the carrot fields weren’t that far away, and even from that distance and height, Bill could see a farmer tending to the carrots. They both just had to hold on a little longer.

“Ah, is that so?” Bill asked, a little distracted. “I hope you don’t take this for being rude, but I was under the impression that, well—” 

He paused for a second to take his eyes off the field and give David a look. One that implied “I made a judgment about your internet use based on the fact that you seem to be dressed as someone from Norse mythology, and now I regret it.” He of course didn’t say it, but the meaning hung heavily in the air.

“A-anyway, it’s possible. My name is rather common.” Then, after a second of thought, he added, “Also, I am everywhere on social media, so you could very well be. A lot of people seem to value my advice, if they’re not simply following for updates.”

He still hasn’t put two and two together, but then again, that’s what happens when you occasionally see updates from a “Skyrim” and have no idea what’s going on.

David’s gaze was fixed on the carrot fields in the distance, not on Bill as he stared at him in surprise he wasn’t really a Viking or a humble Nord adventurer from the northernmost province of the Empire that ruled Tamriel. Just a little further and they’d be back in civilization, and he might have a chance to warm up again. He felt like a human popsicle with a chunk of slowly melting ice down the middle. “Are you by any chance that bloke who runs Bill’s advice column on Tweeter?”

Bill gave David another look, but this time, it wasn’t one of skepticism but rather one of uncertainty. It just occurred to him now that maybe it wasn’t the best of ideas to reveal exactly who he was to someone who was basically a complete stranger. 

Wow. He was apparently spending too much time with Lanette. Maybe.

Still, he was slow and careful with his next words. “Ah. Yes, that’s me.”

And with that, he sped up just a bit. Not enough to leave David in the dust but just enough to (hopefully) convey his urgency in getting to the carrot fields.

The man cupped his hands over his mouth. “I love reading your blog too!” David shouted after him. “Have you read my posts about excavating ruins? Or my adventures in Ultra Space?” Before Stacy had deleted them. “Some of them, anyway?”

He willed himself to hurry up and succeeded only marginally. It was difficult trying to get himself to move, even with the hot pads stuffed down his trousers. Having to draw his legs out of the snow only to plunge them back in a few seconds later didn’t help either.

At that, Bill stopped and turned in mid-air to really look at David. Not just to give him a look but to actually look. He had, in part because that was the same blog by the guy who discovered the intact Galarian fossil, right? Suddenly, a lot clicked for Bill, including but not limited to … well.

“Ah, were you the one the others were so concerned about?” Bill asked, without thinking as usual. “The one who … ah.” His voice dropped a little in volume … and his eyes dropped to David’s clothes as an almost knee-jerk reaction. “That makes sense.”

The second the words came out of his mouth, Bill realized what that sounded like. He twisted back around in mid-air and continued onward, this time a little slowly. Clearing his throat, he tried to pointedly change the subject.

“So what brings you to Crown Tundra? Are you interested in the ruins around the island?”

The edge of the first carrot fields were only a few paces away—and halfway across that, a farmer who was just now looking up.

“Yeah, only the traveling partner I came with left me behind - it was her idea, really. So I’ve been walking around, letting Crouton and my Amaura talk to the local wildlife whilst I cook hearty, hot things. I was on my way to the Slippery Slope to meet an acquaintance and try feeding some baked goods to his Marshadow when I, well, met you here.”

It hadn’t occurred to him, as he was so focused on not tripping in the snow, that Bill might not know who Crouton was. Nor that the farmer in the distance might find Bill and David a curious sight (ignoring Foxglove, who David presumed was still walking - floating? - behind them).

Foxglove was indeed still floating behind them, but he remained silent all this time. It was mostly because he stared warily ahead at the farmer, as if sensing that things were about to go south very quickly.

“Is that so? I’m sorry to hear that your friend left you. I hope you have a chance to meet with them again. Very little is more exciting than to explore a new region full of rare pokémon with a friend,” Bill said.

He grew quiet for a moment right then, as his mind flicked back to Lanette. Was she okay? Was Calyrex releasing her now and then? Could she tell it she needed to eat, or that she was cold? Or has she been a puppet this entire time?

Shuddering, Bill forced himself to focus on the task at hand again. And he did this by honing in on David’s other words.

“Crouton?” he asked. “That’s an unusual name for a sir—”

“Oi!”

By this time, the group had wandered close enough for the farmer to be within earshot, and at the sound of his voice, Bill steeled himself for the inevitable question.

“Did that flygon just talk?!” the farmer (of course) asked.

Bill thought it might be best for David to take the lead at this point.

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