#noctowl break

[pokemonshelterstories]

Is there anything that the Gardobor like absolutelly cannot eat? There are a couple of em in the outskirts of our local garbage dump; and I know their stomaches are strong but I get a bit worried when I see them wanting plastic wraps

they can eat pretty much anything organic and anything that their stomach acid can break down...which doesn't include things like plastic and styrofoam. but, at the same time, as long as it's not huge pieces of plastic, they'll be fine. before passing on to their stomach to digest, any trash a garbodor eats sits for a bit in their crop before passing on to their gizzard to get ground up (they have teeth suitable for biting but not for chewing, and they eat most things whole). digestible material then moves on to their stomach, while they hork up anything they can't digest, kinda like a noctowl does.

some recycling facilities actually encourage the presence of wild garbodor to help them separate recyclable goods from nonrecyclables!

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon biology #garbodor

[coeurdalene]

if i could pull you closer

masterlist | ao3

summary: leon and nessa are plotting something and gordie is 100% in on it, too. (hint: it has everything to do with you, but raihan doesn’t know that yet.)

pairing: raihan x reader

warning(s): leon being a little shit.

word count: 1.36k

Raihan doesn’t like a lot of things: Fairy-types. Boring Pokémon battles. Half-melted snow mixed with dirt messily sticking to Hammerlocke’s cobblestone roads in the winter. The way Leon and Nessa keep whispering to each other before glancing over at him like they’re plotting something. Or the way Gordie makes eye contact with him from across the room and gives him an encouraging thumbs-up, grinning as if to say that he knows something Raihan doesn’t.

He’s just trying to enjoy his Friday evening lounging on a couch in Leon’s Wyndon townhouse and spending time with his friends as they celebrate the end of another gym challenge season. But the excitement in Nessa’s eyes as she shoves her phone into Leon’s grasp and the sneaky looks they keep sending his way threaten to disturb his peace. Not to mention Gordie, who still has that stupid grin on his face—the absolute tosser.

There’s a sharp knock on the front door. Nessa bolts out of the living room to answer it and Raihan mentally braces himself for whatever kind of chaos is about to happen.

Then, when you walk in looking staggeringly beautiful and breathtakingly divine, Raihan determines that he’s going to kill Leon and Nessa—and maybe Gordie, too.

(Raihan meets you for the first time at Nessa’s twenty-fifth birthday party in Hulbury while scouring the house trying to figure out where the hell Leon disappeared to. Maybe he should keep calling him until the git actually answers his phone or track down Nessa and ask if she’s seen him. Or maybe he should just walk into every room and yell out Leon’s name in hopes that he’ll show up at some point.

Somewhere between the living room and the kitchen, he accidentally bumps into you and nearly sends you toppling to the floor if not for his quick reflexes—his hands reaching out to grab your waist, yours lightly pressing against his chest as you right yourself. And before he has the chance to finish his frantic apology, you reassure him that you’re okay, flashing a dazzling smile that leaves him speechless.

And at that moment, with his hands still on your waist and yours still on his chest, Raihan decides to throw every plan he had to find Leon out the window.)

The panic mode in Raihan’s head switches on the second you plop down next to him on the couch. He stiffens. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Nessa and Gordie watching like a pair of Noctowl from the other side of the room, and suddenly there’s a palpable feeling of nervousness in the air. You’re seemingly unbothered by it, as your gaze meets his and your lips break out into a gorgeous smile that makes him feel like he’s going to implode. But then you start talking—your soft Hulbury lilt is adorable—and Raihan begins to find himself at ease again.

He wants to tell you how he feels—how he kinda, maybe, likes you a little bit and how he kinda, maybe, would like it if you went out with him sometime—but he pushes it away for later. There are too many people around anyway. Hop and Milo are sitting on the floor and having a conversation about Wooloo, not too far from where he’s sitting with you on the couch, and he isn’t too sure he wants them overhearing him confess his feelings to you.

But he can’t push away the surging feeling in his chest that he gets from the way you glance over at him with a brilliant grin when you tell him about your upcoming endeavors and from the way your eyes light up when he shows you pictures of his Flygon eating berries.

Somehow, during your conversation, his arm finds its way around your waist and your head comes to rest on his shoulder—at some point, he had decided he didn’t care if he was being subtle or not. And, later in the night when he’s feeling a little bolder, he dips his head down to whisper in your ear, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

You respond by tugging him to his feet. Raihan rolls his eyes at the wink Leon gives him as you pull him out the front door.

(“Your breathing is a little heavy,” you say. You’re standing next to him on Nessa’s balcony and leaning against the rail, your shoulder touching his.

“Are you making fun of me? I think you’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not, I swear,” you reply. “Only pointing it out.”

“I’m just a little nervous,” he admits.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. Because you’re really cute.”

And when the sweet sound of your laughter fills the air, he can’t stop himself from grinning.)

Wyndon glitters in the dark, but it’s nothing compared to the way you smile up at him when you step out onto the empty street. A street lamp bathes you in light and Raihan has the urge to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you right then and there—and Arceus, he wants to—but he stops. Instead, after a reminder to not get too ahead of himself, he holds out his hand.

He can barely contain his giddiness when he feels your fingers intertwine with his.

“Where to?” you inquire as he begins walking down the street with you by his side and your hand in his in between.

“Wherever you want,” he replies.

There’s a glimmer in your eye as you ask, “I know it’s late, but do you think the Ferris wheel is still open?”

“The Hurricane? I doubt it,” he says, glancing at the circle of lights in the distance. Suddenly, an idea pops into his head and he hesitates, but ultimately decides that he’s daring enough to add on, “But I can take you sometime, if you want.”

You smile, “I’d like that.”

Raihan feels like he just won the League Championship.

(“Why’ve you got that moony look on your face?” Gordie comments from across the room.

“What are you talking about?” Raihan grunts, looking up from his phone and his text messages to you, suppressing his smile so he can shoot a questioning look at the blond. Gordie shrugs in response before returning to paging through his geology book.

“He’s talking about the fact that you look like an idiot in love,” Piers chimes in from his place on the other end of the couch, “and we, by virtue of being your friends, want to know why.”

“Hold on, who said I was in love?” Raihan scoffs. “I’m not in love.”

“That’s rubbish, mate,” Piers rolls his eyes. “You’re totally in love. Anyone could tell you that.”

“It’s Nessa’s friend, isn’t it?” Leon interjects, walking into the room with a cup of tea in one hand and a half-eaten slice of toast in the other. “The one you were talking to at her birthday party, right? You guys were on the balcony together for a while. You seemed kinda close.”

“We’re just friends,” Raihan grumbles. And that’s the truth because you really are just friends, even though he texts you every day and thinks about you all the time—and wishes that you were more than just friends.

Gordie lets out a disgustingly loud chortle and Piers smirks, “Whatever you say.”

Then his phone buzzes and his heart soars when he sees that it’s a new message from you.

All right, fine. Maybe he is in love.)

Raihan doesn’t like a lot of things: Poorly organized shelves. The Skwovet raiding the berry trees in his backyard. Spending hours in the shower washing sand out of his hair.

But he wakes the next morning in his flat and finds you still asleep on the couch. Then he remembers how he had spent the night exploring Wyndon with you, how he had mustered up enough courage to ask you if you wanted to stay at his place for the night, and how elated he felt when you said yes. So maybe, just maybe, he can appreciate Leon and Nessa’s meddling—only if it means he gets to spend more time with you.

(He’s still considering whether or not to send his Duraludon after Gordie, though.)

#pkmn #pokemon #pkmn swsh #pokemon sword and shield #raihan #pokemon raihan #raihan x reader #raihan x you #raihan imagine #raihan fluff #my writing

[puppy-steve]

long time no see! we've got more pokemon au, this time with the johto dex!

i really didn't mean to take so long with this one. i wasn't really vibing with this pokedex at all and i was getting frustrated. so i took a break from it and now i'm back! some character's types have changed in this one and some have stayed the same.

to reiterate from last time:

we're going off vibes, not stats. this may change in later posts.

fist set is battle teams, second set is rotation teams

if yall any any suggestions per gen, please feel free to list them in the replies or tags!

tagging: @nburkhardt @hitlikehammers @doomcheese @spectrum-spectre @sentient-trash

@worstsequence @matchingbatbites @tangerinesteve @bramble-berries

Eddie - Dark/Psychic

Rotation:

gengar • gligar • golbat • haunter • jigglypuff • noctowl

Steve - Water/Ice

Rotation:

lantern • mantine • polytoed • qwilfish • shuckle • wartortle

note: he and robin have shared custody of shuckle

Robin - Grass/Electric

Rotation:

apom • bellossom • dunsparce • oddish • parasect • wobbuffet

note: oddish is her little buddy and she would kill for him

Nancy - Unspecified

Rotation:

arcanine • clefable • gengar • houndoom • murkrow • stantler

Jonathan - Bug/Ground/Normal

Rotation:

doduo • girafarig • houndour • mr. mime • porygon2 • remoraid

Argyle - Grass/Rock

Rotation:

jynx • oddish • persian • quagsire • sunflora • wobbuffet

Chrissy - Water/Ice

Rotation:

goldeen • kingdra • snubbull • tododile • vaporeon • wigglytuff

Dustin - Grass/Bug

Rotation:

aipom • clefable • phanpy • tangrowth • typhlosion • zubat

Lucas - Rock/Steel

Rotation:

dragonair • dragonite • eevee • feraligatr • marill • vulpix

Max - Fighting/Psychic

Rotation:

ambipom • krabby • ninetails • raticate • tauros • hoothoot

El - Psychic/Normal

Rotation:

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Will - Unspecified

Rotation:

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Mike - Unspecified

Rotation:

mantyke • mawile • igglybuff • natu • piloswine • slowking

Erica - Normal/Poison

Rotation:

teddiursa • flaaffy • vulpix • corsola • bellossom • venonat

up next: ruby/sapphire/emerald

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#cj talks #pokemon au #stranger things #the party #i tried tagging people who liked the previous installment

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3091: Dark Gengar (Neo Destiny)

Dark Gengar hit far less hard than you'd normally want out of a Stage 2. Despite that, it was one of the scariest Pokemon to face as it could just pick what it wanted to hit and even had a stronger version of Sleep to work with. While the low damage output did cause problems, it was just enough to make using Cleffa or any other Baby Pokemon a giant risk, which changed the way people had to play against it. That alone was enough to make something a dangerous threat.

70 HP was very low for a Stage 2. Rocket's Hideout could help with that, notably getting the number out of Magcargo range as long as the Stadium was in play, but the bulk still wasn't winning any awards. At least Dark Gengar didn't have a Weakness to worry about. The Fighting Resistance could be nice when something like Giovanni's Machamp or Donphan showed up. It also blocked damage from Tyrogue, but you probably wouldn't want to use Tyrogue in a match-up against this for other reasons anyway. The Retreat Cost was 2, which was doable sometimes but having Warp Point or the like was nice if you could fit it.

Deep Sleep was the one Pokemon Power that made Sleep worth it. If any Dark Gengar was in play on either side of the field, 2 coins had to be flipped for a Sleeping Pokemon between turns. It only woke up if both were heads, which was just 25%. It was also only 44% to wake up within 2 turns of flips, which meant Dark Gengar made Misdreavus somewhat usable. This was good since Dark Gengar itself struggled to damage certain Pokemon even with the free turns it got from Sleep.

Pull In was one of the wilder attacks of the era. It only did 30 damage for 3 Psychic Energy, which wouldn't have been enough without all the extra effects. The first one was that you could switch in one of the opponent's Benched Pokemon with their Active Pokemon and damage that instead if you wanted. The Baby flip only counted if the original Pokemon was up front, so if someone had a Baby Pokemon on the Bench it could just be taken down without that check. You didn't have to force the switch if there wasn't a great target or wanted to fish for Sleep on whatever was up there, because either way the Pokemon you hit was now Asleep. This had the potential to take Prizes off Cleffa and Pichu and the like, and the hope with other things was to wear them down and hope coin flips went well. Odds were solid due to Deep Sleep.

The issue with Pull In was that is was rather weak, giving the opponent a lot of turns to try to break through. Originally people paired this with Slowking to mess with Trainers that could help with switching out of Dark Gengar, but Slowking now gets the errata so Noctowl is the modern take on the idea. Darkness-types, as well as anything with Metal Energy attached, didn't really care much, and having just one or two of those in play with nothing else could be nearly impossible to break through without going for the lucky Misdreavus play. That meant that despite being devastating to some things, Pull In wasn't going to do a lot against others, making back-up a necessity.

Dark Gengar had its problems, but the positives were so good that it was generally viewed as one of the better cards to build around. Without something like Steelix, Mewtwo, or Umbreon you really were going to need some luck to get through all the coin flips while being worn down, and even Cleffa became a liability. There was always some hope when facing Dark Gengar with a strong attacker, however, as the bulk wasn't great and one free turn could wipe a Stage 2 out. These things simply kept Dark Gengar in check, and this was something you probably did not want to face due to all the luck needed to actually beat it.

#pokemon #pokemon tcg #card of the day #gengar #dark gengar #neo destiny

[rodentlady]

Empires Pokemon Pt. 1 Empires Pokeballs Quick note before I start: Each Emperor has one member of their team shiny, simply because I felt like it. The teams are usually fully evolved, unless I'm keeping a pokemon unevolved because it fits the character better. Here's Pix, Scott, and Xornoth.

Pix: Heliolisk, Copperajah, Litwick, Cacturne, Bronzong, Sandslash Heliolisk is Pix's first pokemon, really his known partner pokemon, named Helios. Helios is male, and is kept in a Desert Ball. Copperajah is named Copper, is male, and is in -oh so surprisingly- a Copper Ball. He helps Pix transport trades. Litwick has been an unevolved Litwick for longer than Pix has been alive. Her name is Vigilant, and is also in a Copper Ball. Cacturne is Phantasmal, the pokemon he used as the Phantom. For that reason, he's kept in a Blade Ball. Bronzong's name is Patina, and they work with the beeswax and copper aging. They're in a Honeycomb Ball. Sandslash is shiny, and is named Anthill. She's a great help in getting materials for Pix and is kept in a Desert Ball. Scott: Ninetales, Froslass, Wyrdeer, Abomasnow, Ampharos, Noctowl Surprisingly, Vulp, Scott's partner, is a fire type Ninetales. He's shiny though, so it's hard to tell. Very petty. He's in an Ancient Ball. Froslass is named Gold from when she was a Snorunt. She makes up for this by stealing Scott's jewelry. She's in a Misted Ball. Wyrdeer is simply called Stag, often ridden by Scott ceremonially. A little bit vain, he's in a Misted Ball as well. Abomasnow is Evergreen, and she's fond of helping Scott build and remember to take breaks. She's in a Frosted Ball. Ampharos is actually a Mega Ampharos, very fluffy. His name is Snowball and he's lazy. Also in a Frosted Ball. Noctowl's name is Moonlight, and is Scott's preferred form of communication. As such, he's in a Messenger Ball. Xornoth: Houndoom, Glalie, Seviper, Zoroark, Salamance, Guzzlord Xornoth's first pokemon was a Houndoom called Hound. Him and Vulp were once close friends. He's also in an Ancient Ball. Glalie is named Silver from when he was a Snorunt, given he's shiny. His red eyes are fitting now. He's in a Misted Ball. Seviper is a very tricky pokemon, called Whisper. She has a connection to Exor, and is a Corrupted Ball. He has Shadow, a Hisuian Zoroark, which helps him conjure illusions of despair or power against others. She's in a Magic Ball. Salamance's name actually is Power, and he's the real strength along with all the demonic trickery. Also in a Corrupted Ball. Guzzlord is called Ending, because that the goal with it is. Shrub especially hates this pokemon. It's in a Gnomish Ball. Notes: I'm a little sad Pix doesn't get a "seer" physic pokemon, but Bronzor worked better. If Frosted/Misted pokeballs are confusing to you, they're hard for me to. Blame Pearl for using the word Gilded in her Empire's name, because that was the original name for Misted. Vulp and Hound are named that because the Rivendell siblings got them at about five years old so they wouldn't die of hypothermia, and the two of them were already pretentious enough to call them that. Scott and Xornoth's teams are meant to be mostly parallels for each other. Ninetales and Houndoom as fire "partners", alternative Snorunt evos, Wyrdeer and Seviper as godly influences (Even if Exor isn't a snake), Abomasnow and Zoroark both act as "helpers" in their tasks, Ampharos and Salamance are dual dragons, as well as representing what Scott and Xornoth offer others (Wool trade and "power"). Now if that last one was a bit of a stretch, there's also no comparison between Noctowl and Guzzlord. Ampharos is permanently in Mega Form, because I feel like ignoring poke-lore about how Megas work so that Scott may have a fluffy sheep and also a matching dragon type. I'll explain more about how Ultra Beasts work when we get to Shrub's team, although you might be able to make a guess. Hope you enjoyed my brainrot! If you have any opinions or suggestions, please let me know! Coming Soon: Jimmy, Lizzie, and Joel.

#empires smp #empires smp s1 #empires smp fanart #empires pixlriffs #empires scott #empires xornoth #xornoth #pixlriffs #scott smajor #I'm not going to push my luck by putting in all of the scott tags #pokemon #pokemon crossover #pokemon teams #myworks

[roxannarambles]

Title: The Bloodmoon Graves (Part 5/7)

Summary: Nemona learns about the rumors of a fabled "Bloodmoon Beast" and decides they should all go for a camping trip out in the Timeless Woods to search for it. They end up finding a bit more than they bargained for.

(See Ch 1 for tags & other info)

Chapters: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Epilogue

The more Penny ran, the worse things got. It felt like the woods were alive with eyes watching her from all directions, purple lights glaring and flashing in the night, and the sound of pokemon cries seemed to shift into distorted laughter. Her legs burned and her breaths came in desperate gasps and yet she couldn’t seem to outrun them.

“HELP!” she screamed,

“ARVEN! NEMONA, JULIANA– SOMEONE!”

Noctowl took off in a flutter of wings as she ran past, and the pokemon cries cackled in her ears. A flash of bright light dazzled her vision, and she felt a wave of dizziness.

“H-HELP!”

She slipped, diving into the dirt, the world around her hazy and confusing. 

She thought she heard Arven’s voice calling from somewhere.

“ARVEN!”

She called for him, but he didn’t answer. She heard Nemona and Juliana’s voices too, distant but distinct, and she cried out again and again for them, trying to fight off the dizziness so she could stand. Why weren’t they answering?

The ground under Penny began to crumble, something emerging from beneath. She yelped and tried to escape, but a muzzle appeared, teeth sharp and bright. A tongue licked at her leg, and she shrieked and kicked.

From somewhere, her friends were laughing. Penny felt dizzy and her left leg was numb, so she crawled, dragging her body along the ground as fast as she could. Something dropped down from above, something with skittering legs and angry eyes, and began to wrap her in spider silk. Penny flailed and screamed.

Her friends could hear her, but they didn’t care. They were just laughing at her. 

~

Nemona had a stick and she could hear screaming. 

“PENNY? JULIANA? WHERE ARE YOU?”

She shouted again and again for her friends, but they couldn’t seem to hear her. She desperately tried to follow their cries, to reassure them she was coming to help, but no matter which direction she ran she never seemed to get any closer to them, and they could never hear her.

From the darkness, a creature kept snapping at her, always coming up from behind and snarling, then vanishing away. She’d spin about and try to face it, but only the empty fog would meet her.

“COME OUT AND FIGHT,” she yelled, feeling at her wit’s end. 

Another scream rang out from somewhere, and Nemona’s heart chilled.

“JULES!”

~

Arven jogged through the woods, heart pumping, the world a blur of gray and the dark outline of trees.

There was a streak of purple and the limbs of the trees above his head were sliced in a clean cut, heavy branches tumbling and crashing down. He dodged and rolled, just narrowly avoiding getting hit. Puffing, he got back up and kept running.

The trees behind him were slashed again and again by the outline of ghostly purple bones, Arven barely keeping ahead of the line of fire.

“YOU DON’T SCARE ME!” he yelled. 

A blur of purple hummed in the air, headed straight for his head. He dropped down to duck, crashing painfully into the ground, the shadowy bone rushing past and embedding into the trunk of a tree, the air smelling of smoke.

Arven tried to get up and grunted in pain, his ankle protesting when he tried to put weight on it.

~

With enough struggling and flailing, Juliana managed to break free from the tar that was gluing her down, taking a few stuttering steps and getting gummed up again; but this time she broke free a lot faster, taking a few more steps, wildly trying to shake the gunk off. 

It took her far too long, though. In the midst of trying to break free again, the wolf had found her. With a feral bark it lunged, snapping enormous jaws at her.

Juliana shrieked and yanked free of the tar, taking off running as best she could, not daring to look back. She had no idea what she was going to do, all she could do was keep running, the tar stuck to her shoes still hampering her progress. She came upon a hillcrest and stumbled trying to get down it, panicking when she couldn’t get back up again, the tar on her hands sticking her to the ground. 

“No, no, no–”

Finally, she pulled free, clambering back to her feet. She could see the flash of purple at the top of the hill, glaring down at her. She whirled about and ran blindly, finding it a little easier to move this time– the grass had worn off most of the tar by now, maybe. She followed the path of least resistance, the land leading into a dry gully, maybe it would lead her somewhere.

When Juliana crashed into a wall, she stumbled and only barely managed to not fall again. She blinked, dazed, and it took her frightened mind a while to figure out what had happened.

Right. The Timeless Woods sat inside a valley at the bottom of the gorge. This was the cliffside of that gorge. 

Oh, oh crap. That meant it was a dead-end. She was tucked into a corner of sheer cliff. How did she manage to run right into one of the few places in the woods that she could be cornered?

Juliana turned, hoping there was time to get out before she was noticed.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf was already closing in on her. Her mind froze, just sort of blanked out entirely in the fear of the moment. The wolf stalked nearer and nearer, a ghastly vision in the fog.

Juliana cried out for help. She looked around wildly, trying to find some way to get away. The wall was way too sheer to climb, there wasn’t any . . .

Wait. Low to the ground, there seemed to be a hole cut into the cliff, an entrance to a cave maybe– small, but there. Juliana dropped to the ground and pushed her way in, praying it would be her salvation. 

She made it in about a foot before realizing it was, instead, her doom.

It wasn’t a cave, not really; more like a shallow crevice, hardly big enough for her to squeeze into and little more than that. She managed to turn around after a lot of pushing, but by the time she did, the wolf was already approaching. Its paws were visible through the gap, stalking towards her slowly. 

Juliana felt her heart pounding so hard that her head hurt. She tried desperately to control her breathing, hoping that if she was quiet enough, maybe–

The wolf crouched down low, nose to the ground. Its eyes cast an eerie purple glow in the little hole Juliana was stuffed into. She whimpered.

Moving slowly, as if to torment her, the wolf came closer and stuck its muzzle in, snuffing the ground, growling. It pushed its head against the cave entrance, but didn’t come any closer.

Juliana realized it was maybe too big to come in after her, and she suddenly felt a jubilant flicker of hope. 

She watched the wolf struggle for a short time, trying to squeeze in. It began to paw at the earth and dig, but soon seemed to grow impatient and give up on the task. But it didn’t leave. Instead it just stood very still. Juliana stared, wondering what it was doing. Was it just waiting for her, maybe?

She eventually noticed the ground started to ooze in tar. It dripped off the wolf’s paws, the bones peeking out underneath. 

The wolf’s muzzle returned, poking into the cave opening. It melted down into nothing, until Juliana could see the empty gap in the skull where the nose used to be. As the tar dripped off the wolf, it was able to push more and more of its head inside. Juliana backed up as far as she could, her back pressed against rock. She started to struggle to breathe, feeling like the walls were closing in around her. The skeletal wolf snarled, snapping its jaws, Juliana’s world bathed in the violet light of the wolf’s glare. Juliana closed her eyes, curled into a ball, waiting for the inevitable.

But it never came. 

Instead, a high-pitched yelp sounded in her ears.

Her eyes snapped open. The wolf was writhing in front of her, as if in pain. Suddenly, it was yanked backwards, and there was the sound of repeated smashing, as if someone was brutally bashing away at the wolf. After a gratuitous amount of clattering and thumping, the air went still. There was a pause. 

Then, a tentative voice calling,

“Hello? Anybody in there?”

Juliana felt tears spring to her eyes instantly.

“Nemona,” she whimpered, unable to believe her luck. 

“Jules!”

Nemona’s face appeared in the entrance of the cave. 

“Oh my god Jules, are you okay?”

Juliana stammered a ‘yes,’ and Nemona inched into the cave a bit more. 

“Holy crap, how did you even get in here? C’mon, let’s get you out, it’s safe now.”

It took Juliana a few moments to get her limbs to work again, because she was shaking so badly, but with Nemona’s help, she climbed out of the hole and into the sweet, open air once more. When she did, she hugged Nemona, almost collapsing into her arms, the tears running down her cheeks. Nemona soothed,

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re all right now. I got you.”

In Nemona’s tight embrace, she felt safe enough to slowly come back to her senses, her heart slowing down and her breathing starting to even out a little better.

“How’d you even know I was in there,” she eventually asked. Nemona chuckled.

“I didn’t, really. I heard you screaming from somewhere but, I had no idea where, I was running around all over, looking. When I saw that pokemon snarling and digging at this spot though, I figured there was a good chance somebody was in there.”

Remembering the pokemon, Juliana released her girlfriend and looked around. There was no trace of it.

“Yeah, it’s gone. After I smacked it with that branch a couple dozen times, well, the bones all broke up but then they got all goopy and sunk into the ground. Not sure what that means, hard to tell with ghost-type pokemon, but at least for now it won’t bother us.”

Juliana nodded.

“Yeah, I doubt it’s gone for good. They seem to be able to move between a solid and liquid state at will. Or a . . . semi-solid state, I guess. I dunno.” She double-checked the ground, wanting to make sure no trace remained. She continued,

“Earlier I watched that thing climb out of a tar pit and it was just a skeleton at first, and then the tar formed the rest of its body.”

Nemona raised her brows.

“Whoa. That’s freaky. And then it chased you here?”

Juliana nodded, mumbling,

“Cornered me.”

Nemona glanced back into the shallow hole in the cliffside.

“And you climbed in there. God, and you’re claustrophobic . . .you must have been terrified, Jules.”

She admitted quietly,

“It was like a nightmare.”

Nemona gave her another hug, squeezing her tight. It was grounding in a way like nothing else was. When Juliana pulled back again she said,

“Until you came along. I still don’t know how you managed to find me.”

Nemona gave a crooked smile and mused,

“Well, I was running around as fast as I could for like, thirty minutes or something, until I thought I might pass out and I was seeing spots but I couldn’t stop because I could hear you guys out there . . . honestly I don’t know how I managed to find you either. Pretty sure the ghosts were playing tricks with my hearing or something. Anyway, when I finally saw one of the pokemon I was about ready to do anything if it meant you’d be okay, if I hadn’t found a stick I woulda used my own shoe or something, hah.”

Juliana blinked. 

“That . . . sounds awful, Nemona.”

Nemona gazed at her a moment. She looked like she hadn’t even considered how bad it had been until now. 

Her gaze shifted away. She sighed.

“Yeah. Guess it was kinda a nightmare, in its own way.”

Juliana touched Nemona’s arm and then pulled her into a hug, this time for Nemona’s sake, instead of for hers. Nemona squeezed her and kissed the top of her head, humming.

“Thank you.”

Juliana wouldn’t have thought it possible to forget their current horrible predicament, but she almost did in Nemona’s arms. A distant scream brought them both back to reality.

“That sounded like Penny.”

“I think it came from that way. C’mon.”

~

Arven hobbled along as he ran, going as fast as he could manage, but he was running out of steam. At least it seemed he’d evaded some of his pursuers, since he wasn’t being bombarded with projectiles anymore. 

But he couldn’t stop now. Not when he was so close to getting his stuff back. After taking just a minute to catch his breath, he made his way back in the direction he thought he needed to head, retracing the path of breadcrumbs. He eventually found the spot where most of his possessions were scattered, and quickly set about searching the remains. He flung aside torn clothing and battered cookware and other assorted goods, but none of them led to what he was really after. His searching grew more frantic.

“Where are they?” he hissed, ripping at the underbrush in his search. Seriously? He’d found just about everything except his pokemon. What did they do to them? He . . .

Arven jerked at a sound and glanced up. He spotted a flash of purple eyes watching him from afar. Hanging from the jaws of the creature was a familiar bag.

“You!” he shouted, 

 The eyes vanished and Arven broke into a run, giving chase. 

“Give it back!”

Chasing after the cursed creatures ended up even more frustrating than running from them; he’d catch a flash of purple every now and then or a ghoulish shriek, but it took forever to work out where it had gone. After enough chasing he grew convinced he’d lost the pokemon entirely. Even worse, he’d been running around so much he no longer had any clue where he was in relation to where he’d been traveling all night. He couldn’t go back to where the trail had first run cold even if he tried. He felt a sense of despair sinking in. He almost missed it when he heard a rustling from somewhere nearby. 

When he rounded a stand of trees, though, there it was. One of the pokemon– it looked like a wolf, an ugly, black hellhound with glistening fur and eyes of malice– had its face buried into Arven’s bag, sniffing and rifling through it, its tail waving.

“Drop it!” Arven shouted at the pokemon, like it was a dog that had gotten into something it shouldn’t. Maybe somehow it would work. He stalked closer and closer to the pokemon, glaring. 

“Did you hear me, I said drop–”

The wolf pulled something from Arven’s bag. When Arven saw what it was, he felt his blood run cold.

“Mabosstiff,” he whispered. 

Clenched in the wolf’s jaws was a pokeball. The rest of Arven’s team were kept in Great or Ultra balls, but Mabosstiff was just in a regular pokeball. Those were the only pokeballs in his bag–he knew it was Mabosstiff, by simple process of elimination.

The wolf’s purple eyes gazed back at him.

“Give it back,” Arven said coolly, inching forward. 

The wolf drooled and started gnawing on the pokeball between sharp white teeth. His voice raising in pitch, Arven cried,

“Give it back!”

The brute growled, backing away as Arven advanced.

“Give it back, you mangey mutt!”

The wolf began to squeeze the pokeball in its jaws, the ball creaking and cracking under the weight. Arven froze, feeling like all the air had just been stolen from his lungs. He struggled to breathe, trying to somehow not panic as his worst nightmare played out in front of him. 

The wolf bit down harder. Arven screamed and lunged forward.

But he couldn’t reach it in time.

The pokeball gave way all at once, crushed in the wolf’s jaws, electronics crackling and sparking as the ball was completely pulverized. 

Arven cried out in anguish, falling to his knees like a puppet whose strings were cut. 

He lost track of anything after that. He knew he was crying, but that’s all he really knew. 

At some point he became dimly aware that his friends had found him, and they were frantically asking him what happened. He couldn’t articulate anything other than to miserably sob, “Mabosstiff.”

~

“Mabosstiff?” Nemona repeated, glancing back up at the pokemon in confusion. It seemed to be preoccupied with rooting around in Arven’s bag. But after Nemona noticed the debris littering the forest floor around the pokemon’s feet, she had a sudden, sick realization.

“Penny, is that stuff on the ground what I think . . .”

“Oh my god,” Juliana said, horrified, making the connection too. Penny’s eyes widened. She turned to Arven.

“Arven, I-I . . . I’m so sorry, I-”

“What do we do?” Juliana asked anxiously, watching as the wolf began to drag Arven’s bag along, like it was some kind of prey to go bury somewhere. 

The sight of the wolf making off with the bag flipped something in Nemona’s brain; she didn’t stop to think it over, because it was clear what they need to do. She charged forward, grabbing hold of the bag to wrest it out of the pokemon’s grip. 

Penny and Juliana cried out her name while the wolf snarled and twisted its hold on the bag, but Nemona refused to let go, wrestling for it. Eventually the wolf let go so it could snap at Nemona instead.

Nemona shielded herself reflexively with an arm, feeling the dog’s jaws latching down. 

“NEMONA!”

Fortunately for her, the wolf had latched onto the arm with her support brace. She twisted in the wolf’s grip, yanking backwards in a sudden jerk so the brace slid off in the wolf’s mouth, taking full advantage of that moment to back away, but not without Arven’s bag.

“Nemona, are you okay?! Oh my god–”

The wolf spat out Nemona’s brace and snarled, advancing towards the teenagers. Nemona swung the bag in a threatening away, shouting,

“Back off!”

It seemed the combination of Nemona waving the bag about and the others also shouting was enough for the wolf to find the effort no longer worth it. It sunk into blackness, vanishing away in a ghostly glimmer.

Almost immediately Juliana turned and demanded tearfully,

“Nemona, why did you do that?!”

“Well I couldn’t just let it get away with the rest of Arven’s pokemon!”

Juliana had taken Nemona’s arm, which showed bleeding puncture marks where the wolf’s teeth had sunk through the brace and into her skin. The marks were fairly shallow, though; the brunt of the bite had been on the thicker portion of the brace.

“It’s okay, Jules, they’re just scratches.”

“Are you sure?”

Penny was kneeling and had been going through Arven’s bag in the meantime, pulling pokeballs from it– which were covered in the same gummy tar as the others had been– and examining them in turn. She asked,

“Arven, are you sure that it was Mabosstiff?”

Arven had been lost in a daze of grief, but he looked to Penny at the question.

“H-he . . . all my others are in Great and Ultra balls. He’s the only regular ball.”

She nodded.

“Okay, let’s just make sure.”

Nemona crouched down to look at the balls Penny had pulled out.

“Hard to tell with this much gunk on them . . . do any of them open?”

Penny shook her head.

“No, but they seem unharmed otherwise. It looks like the rest of Arven’s team are accounted for here, so that’s something, at least . . . hold on, there’s something else–”

She frowned, then upended the bag, dumping the rest of the contents on the ground. A modest number of regular pokeballs rolled out, only slightly tarred. Arven seemed absolutely stunned at first, until choking out,

“I-I– that’s right, I– I had some empties, for catching things–”

“Oh, my god, so that means maybe–”

“Please,” Arven whispered, taking up one of the balls with shaky fingers. It was empty. Penny was checking through each of them quickly in turn.

One of the ones she checked opened.

When Mabosstiff materialized before them, Arven gave a strangled sob. The dog turned, wagging his tail and trundling up to Arven. Arven immediately buried his face into the dog’s fur, wrapping his arms around and hugging him so fiercely that the dog squirmed in his hold. The others exchanged relieved looks, grateful that whatever powers that be had shown mercy on Arven’s companion.

Arven held onto Mabosstiff for a long while; Nemona suspected he was crying into his fur. 

“Never scare me like that,” they eventually heard him saying into Mabosstiff’s fur,

“Never, ever, ever again. Okay boy?”

When he pulled his face out of Mabosstiff’s fur, the dog licked his face, tail thwaping back and  forth. He cuddled his dog for a while longer, sniffling, before eventually looking up to the others.

“I was so stupid. I’m sorry. Nemona, if you hadn’t . . . I-I was just sitting there, and . . .”

She shook her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“But I–”

“Look, Arven. Considering what you thought happened, that– that’d wreck anyone, okay? Myself included. It’s okay.”

His mouth a tense line, he stared at the ground for some time, petting Mabosttiff’s fur. Quietly, he said,

“Well, thank you. I’ll . . . make it up to you. To all you guys.”

Then he climbed to his feet. He took a breath, composing himself. He said,

“That little red satchel, that’s the first aide. It should have something for your arm, as long as that brute didn’t destroy it.”

They checked the first aide and found it still intact, thankfully. Juliana helped Nemona with cleaning and dressing her wounds. Arven spent the time dealing with his sprained ankle with an instant ice pack and compression while Penny helped take stock of the scattered supplies they had left. 

“It isn’t too tight, is it?” Juliana checked after finishing off with wrapping the ace bandage around her arm.

“Nope, it’s good. You did great.”

Juliana’s gaze lowered. Nemona nudged her,

“What’s wrong?”

Juliana sighed. Quietly, she admitted,

“I’m glad you saved Mabosstiff but I still wish you hadn’t charged in like that. That thing had enough bite force to crush a pokeball. And you just went right at it with nothing. We could have at least tried to think of a safer way.”

Nemona opened her mouth to argue, but when Juliana looked up at her, her eyes still looking so scared on her behalf, she reconsidered. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Yeah, okay, I see your point. That was maybe a little reckless of me.”

From where he was sitting, Arven said,

“She’s right, if anyone’s gonna be saving the day from now on it’ll be me.”

They turned and Nemona crossed her arms, frowning.

“What? Why you?”

He grunted, tightening the bandage around his ankle.

“‘Cause I’m the one with a pokemon. Soon more than one of them! How’s it going, Penny?”

Penny had a cotton swab and a bottle of Isopropyl Alcohol, trying to remove the gunk from an Ultraball. She shook her head.

“It’s working, which is a comfort, because that means our pokemon are recoverable. But it’s painfully slow.”

She handed him the ball. He inspected it and sighed.

“Well that’s no good. We don’t have that kind of time right now.”

Juliana glanced around warily, agreeing,

“Especially since those things could come back anytime.” 

The group was silent for a few solemn moments, then Nemona spoke up.

“Well I think we should compare notes. At least then we might be a little more prepared when they come back.”

Juliana nodded. Arven shrugged,

“Yeah, I guess.”

Her hands on hips, Nemona said,

“Okay, great. So, what do we know about them? For starters, they’re clearly Ghost types, they can use Confuse Ray, Dig, and probably Phantom Force and Shadow Sneak.”

“One of them hit me with Tar Shot,” Juliana supplied.

“They used Smog and Lick on me,” Penny added.

Arven nodded and said,

“And they were shooting stuff at me while I was running, they shredded through the trees like they were paper. I saw one of them, it looked like a bone. But glowy.”

Nemona said,

“Shadow Bone, Tar Shot, Smog, Lick. Very interesting. Oh! And they can use Crunch, obviously, since they crushed– u-uh– y’know . . .”

Arven glanced down at Mabosstiff, who he’d been petting, and there was a very awkward pause.

“A-anyway, um, what else! Um, anyone have any other things they noticed?”

The teens thought for a while, and Juliana ventured,

“Well, this is just an idea I had but I thought maybe their eyes are really the only true part of the pokemon? I saw some of those lights sink down into a tar pit, and then a skeleton crawled out before it used the tar to form the rest of its body. Maybe both parts make up the pokemon though, um, Ghost/Ground maybe?”

Nemona beamed, saying,

“That’s great! Good thinking, Juliana, that makes a lot of sense. Anything else?”

Arven said,

“They’re wolves, they seem to move in packs. Probably have a good sense of smell. Hmm . . . and nobody’s heard of them before.”

Nemona nodded,

“Yeah that is pretty wild! The only ghost dogs I know about are Greavard and Houndstone, I don’t think that . . . ooh! Those can use Dig too, actually. And Greavard has that candle! Plus both are skeleton dogs. That’s a lot of similarities, I wonder if they’re related somehow?”

Penny frowned and asked,

“You mean, like . . . terrifying versions of them?”

“Yeah! Or like, I dunno, distant relatives of them, or– oh my God, maybe they’re Paradox Pokemon!!”

Arven crossed his arms, brows knitted.

“What? We’re in Kitakami, not Area Zero. We’re nowhere near my mom’s Time Machine.”

Nemona shrugged,

“True, but I dunno, it was just a thought. Remember how that book said there were some Paradox Pokemon that showed up before she even made the Time Machine? And there’s tera energy floating around here too. . . who knows what’s possible.”

Arven pondered that briefly before answering,

“Well all right, whatever, but I don’t think speculating on that kind of stuff is helpful right now.”

She nodded,

“Yeah, guess I got kinda sidetracked, sorry. Okay, well, what else do we know? Anything at all that might be helpful, even little details.”

“Hmm, well . . .” Juliana paused.

“They . . . they seem to know our weaknesses? Like, um, they made all our nightmares come true . . .”

There was a pause as everyone contemplated that. With a bit of a sullen look, Arven said,

“That could just be coincidence, let’s not let our fears cloud our judgment here. Besides, it’s not even true, Penny was telling me what happened to the rest of you and they didn’t do that to her!”

He looked to her for confirmation, but Penny glanced away quickly, worrying her bottom lip. Concerned, Juliana prodded,

“. . . Penny? What happened?”

Nemona looked to Penny as well. Penny hadn’t said much when she and Juliana had found her on the ground, partly paralyzed from Lick and crawling along. It didn’t even occur to her that Penny hadn’t given them the whole story.

“N-nothing! It wasn’t a big deal, I just . . .”

She paused, sighing. She mumbled,

“Thought I could hear all of your voices nearby when I called for help. But none of you came to help, you just . . . laughed at me instead.”

Nemona immediately rushed to reassure her,

“Oh my gosh, we’d never do that Penny!”

Penny answered,

“I know, but that’s what it sounded like, that’s all.”

Penny was still seated on the ground, so Juliana put a gentle hand on her shoulder. Quietly, she said,

“I’m sorry.”

“S’ok.”

“For the record Nemona’s right, we came running as soon as we heard you.”

Nemona added,

“That’s not to say we don’t believe what you heard though. I’m pretty sure the wolves were making me hear stuff too. So I guess that’s another thing they can do.”

Arven sighed,

“Not to be a killjoy, but I still don’t think this is helping us all that much. Shouldn’t we stick to things that could help us in a fight? Moves, stats, things like that, right Nemona?”

Nemona nodded,

“Yeah! Okay, well I think Ghost/Ground is a great guess, I agree with Jules there. That’d add a Water, Grass and Ice weakness on top of a Ghost and Dark weakness, which is nice. And I think maybe they have low Defense, ‘cause when I bashed one with a stick it went down pretty fast. Really high physical attack though, obviously.”

“Okay. They seem fast, too,”  Arven put in. Nemona hummed, tapping her chin.

“Are they, though? I didn’t really get that sense, I think maybe they’re just sneaky.”

“They are fast, they chased me forever and no matter where I ran, I couldn’t outrun them!” Penny said. Nemona looked to her.

“But did you actually see them running after you? Or did they seem to just keep popping back up?”

Penny’s brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

Nemona paced a little as she thought out loud.

“Well, I’m almost positive they can use Shadow Sneak. There was one that kept sneaking up behind me over and over, no matter what direction I turned. So, that’s a super quick move but even really slow pokemon can use it, right? It can make them seem way faster than they normally are.”

Penny frowned, contemplating. Arven protested,

“But I had a bunch chase me too, they almost sliced me to bits!” Nemona raised her brows,

“And fire those projectiles at you, yeah? Did you ever actually see them running or did you just see the Shadow Bones? Those can fly pretty far.”

Juliana mused out loud,

“Now that you mention it, whenever I directly saw it move, it was walking pretty slow. And it immediately hit me with that Tar Shot to slow me down.”

“I guess it’s true I never directly saw them running either . . .”  Penny admitted.

Growing impatient, Arven said,

“All right, well fine, so maybe they’re slow. What’s your point, Nemona?”

She put her hands back on her hips, saying,

“My point is that’s actually pretty huge if it’s true. It means these guys might have all kinds of tricks to play on us, confuse rays and tripping us into Phantom Force portals or shooting us with Tar Shots or whatever, but! They still have their limits. Shadow Sneak and Phantom Force have a limited range, and so do their projectile attacks. There’s a good chance we could outrun them if we needed to, as long as we keep a cool head and an eye out for their tricks!”

Penny held up a hand, commenting,

“Wait, wait, I wanna make sure I’m hearing this right. Nemona’s actually advocating for us to run away instead of battling?”

Arven gave an amused snort and Nemona frowned.

“Hey, come on. Just because I like battling, it doesn’t mean I’m crazy. We’re obviously outnumbered and we have exactly one pokemon to fight with right now. True, he’s strong against Ghost types, but that’s still asking a lot of Mabosstiff.”

Everyone’s eyes settled on the dog, who was sitting peacefully in Arven’s lap. They were quiet for a bit, until Arven said,

“Okay, fair point. But we still have a problem. We’re as blind as we’ve been the whole night. I have my compass, but my maps were torn to shreds and I never found my phone. It won’t be easy getting out of here.”

Penny glanced to him, saying,

“I thought there was a good chance you’d find at least your phone in your bag.”

Arven shook his head,

“Nah, I left it sitting out, so it could have gone anywhere.”

“You sure? 'Cause I’m pretty sure I saw you tuck it into one of the side pockets before we went to sleep.”

Arven seemed confused.

“I did? But we checked everything anyway . . .”

Just to be safe, he started double-checking all the various side pockets to his bag. This took some doing, since Arven’s bag had a lot of pockets. Eventually, however, Arven’s eyes grew wide and he gave a cry of disbelief. From somewhere within the tattered bag, he pulled out his cell phone. Its screen was glowing bright in the dark night. 

It was fully charged. 

Arven stood, holding the phone like it was something precious.

“Do you know what this means? I can use the GPS to navigate. I took note of where camp was, we can get back to camp, grab our bags– hopefully all your bags and pokemon are still there– and then that’s it, we can leave! We’ll be home free!”

Smiling huge, Penny said,

“Finally some good news.”

Not any sooner than she said it, several chilling howls pierced the air from somewhere. Everyone looked around, wary.

“Oh, man, why did I open my mouth?” Penny sighed.

“Don’t worry,” Arven said,

“You heard Nemona. We can’t hide, but we can run. So let’s just focus on getting outta here.”

They all looked to each other and nodded. Nemona told him,

“All right then, Mr. Navigator, lead the way.”

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FILE # 03052023

Name: ▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌▌

Age: 33

Aliases: Proton, Kusama Tetsyua, Park Du-han, Miyano Kento

Pronouns: He/They

Height: 5'10"

Date of Birth: June 17th

Hometown: Ecruteak City

Current Location: Celadon City

Business Association: Executive ranked member of Team Rocket, head of the submarket & black market division, founder and leader of the repossession squad.

Pokémon: Golbat (x20), Crobat, Hypno, Mightyena, Spidops, Porygon, Noibat, Noctowl

Type: No current specialization, though he is beginning to lean into flying-types.

Gym Experience: None

TRAITS

Positive: Engaging, excited, creative, determined, team player, charismatic, ❛friendly?❜ ( ᴮᵉʷᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˡʸ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ. )

Negative: Cruel, manipulative, aggressive, arrogant, judgmental, addictive personality, snarky, stubborn.

Sexuality: Heterosexual Bisexual Pansexual

MBTI: ENTP (The Debater)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Health Conditions: ADHD, PTSD, disordered eating, ( ᶠʳᵃᵍᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˢʸⁿᵈʳᵒᵐᵉ )

BACKGROUND

Everybody in the small village north of Ecruteak had heard the rumors of the "oni boy" that had been bestowed upon the Kojima household. Some believed that the boy's father had failed to uphold his duties to the kami, and was being punished. Others speculated that his foreigner mother had brought misfortune to the household, and displeased the spirits that lived on the land.

Every account, however, involved some mention of the various omens surrounding his birth: his first cry, breaking through the silence at 4 am, the spiders gathering near the western corner of the home where the family bed shared, the presence of serpents beneath the ancestral shrine--

Whatever the truth may be, his entrance into the world was not celebrated.

❛ Give him back to the kami. It's for the best. You can always have another. ❜

Starving an unwanted child with the hopes that the ancestors of the gods would take them back to the spirit realm, was an dated tradition, but one that the elder of the Kojima household believed in. But, when the boy survived (to the relief of his parents, and the frustration of his paternal grandfather), it forced the question:

What happens when you are considered such bad luck, that even the gods don't want you back?

-- This is the story of a boy named Taeyang Kojima, born to a strict, traditional Shinto family in rural Johto. Unbeknownst to a single soul, he would go on to become Proton, the cruelest, most wicked man on the entire continent.

Taeyang was raised in a very spiritual, and superstitious household. His mother was a Korean immigrant, and his father came from a traditionalist Johtonese family. His paternal grandfather did not approve of the woman that his son married, -- and when the omens of misfortune manifested during her pregnancy, he decided that he needed to keep a stronger grip on his son, and future grandson.

The boy displayed behaviors that were considered unusual and unnerving to the family, and the village as a whole. Taeyang had a tendency to stare at people directly in the eye, without much facial expression, despite being told again and again that it was rude to do so. His experience with being starved as an infant resulted in him biting, gnawing, and putting just about anything in his mouth. It was not unusual to see him trying to eat inedible objects, and other things off of the ground. Matters became even more grave when his teeth began to grow in-- sharp incisors, more akin to ones belonging to a Sharpedo, sparked thoughts of the vicious oni, Ibaraki-doji. And, as he got older, the "omens" that his grandfather were wary of, continued to manifest. He took a liking to writing in red ink, and often whistled to entertain himself, unaware of the superstition surrounding those two actions.

As a result, Taeyang's room was littered with spirit tags, and it wasn't unusual for one or two to be smacked onto his back, or directly onto his forehead, when his behavior began to make people uncomfortable.

❛ We cannot be too cautious. ❜

Despite of all of this, his parents loved him, and wanted him to have as normal of a life as possible. His mother enriched him with cultural cooking and stories of her life in her home region, and his father was in charge of Taeyang's spiritual upbringing. Taeyang would join his father to clean and tend to the ancestral shrine, in the hopes that he would grow up and follow in the footsteps of the Kojima family's duties and reverence for the kami of the skies and the sun: Ho-oh. After all, his mother had named him after the sun. Taeyang even had a Pokémon partner: a Hoothoot that nested in the ginkgo tree outside of his home.

Misfortune has a way of playing favorites.

When Taeyang turned 9 years old, both of his parents passed way of an unknown illness (yet another omen pinned onto the boy,) leaving him in the care of his paternal grandfather. From there, his life only became more arduous. Physical beatings became common place; he would often have his bare feet struck with bamboo rods. Taeyang grew to be rebellious, angry, and unpredictable. He stopped all focus in his spiritual studies, and became bitter and skeptical towards all beliefs in spirit and higher powers. His interest in more strange topics-- the study of ghosts, of oni, of dangerous Pokémon, replaced his time spent at the shrime. A hobby for knife collecting developed at some point, after he started spending time with some of the older boys in Ecruteak, and others from nearby towns.

❛ I'll cut the broken pieces of god out of me. ❜

And that is precisely what he did.

The exact details on how the murder happened, were murky; Taeyang recalls standing in the kitchen, pulling cabbage leaves apart to wash them for a meal. His grandfather had been atrociously upset with him. Taeyang had gone missing for several days, and wound up being picked up by police. Supposedly, he had been getting into street fights, and was accused of breaking into somebody's vehicle. His grandfather was shouting at him, berating him, throwing every dehumanizing slur at his direction-- insults about everything, from his behavior, to his mental wellness, his disregard for authority and the higher powers, and even sharp comments about his mixed ethnicity.

Before he knew it, Taeyang was on top of his grandfather, plunging the kitchen scissors into him, and staining the tatami mat in blood.

After the slaying, Taeyang disappeared.

Taeyang spent several years coming and going from different cities. He took on odd jobs (both legal and criminal) in order to pay for motel rooms and food. Without being able to apply for a trainer license (something that was inaccessible for him due to his more rural living situation a child,) he did not have the experience necessary in order to take on gym challenges, battle for money, or even defend himself without legal repercussions. He came and went under different aliases, often times losing track of who he was identifying.

During this time, he did manage to successfully capture two Pokémon: a Zubat, and a Drowzee.

Much like the rumors that surrounded his birth, nobody can really agree on how Taeyang became Proton and joined the ranks of Rocket. Perhaps he was recruited due to his reputation as a thief. Or maybe he was desperate, and needed a reliable source of income. Some speculate that he gravitated towards the yakuza due the discrimination towards his mixed heritage, and could not find employment elsewhere. Others whispers about more gruesome rumors-- how he was caught murdering a Rocket officer, and was given an ultimatum to offer his services, or be eliminated.

Proton was an exceptionally risky recruit, displaying feral behaviors, a lack of respect for authority, similar to how he clashed with the spiritual leaders of Ecruteak-- and a disregard for the other members of the organization. Many believed that he wouldn't last a year without being killed on the job, or beaten by another veteran member who could not put up with his crass attitude. Despite all of the odds, he climbed the ranks, earning promotion after promotion, and creating an impressive, violent resume. He was trained in CQC and various forms of pencak silat, and had every bladed weapon at the tip of his fingers. Given the correct forms of enrichment and the outlets needed for him to get the job done, Proton became a massive success. His knowledge of the black markets was irreplaceable, and his ability to rally people was admired. Eventually, he found himself in sitting alongside the likes of Petral, Ariana and Archer, directly beneath their leader, Giovanni.

What has Proton done with himself since ascending to this rank?

A list of his duties.

Duties carried out by his division subordinates by rank.

Or, perhaps you have heard of the horrific accident at Cinnabar Island?

The Porygon Facility Incident

Fragmentation Syndrome

Since the accident on Cinnabar Island, Proton's memories have been corrupted. He has very little recollection of the events in his childhood, and his mental health has deteriorated even further.

However, he has chosen to lean into the insanity-- and embraces who he is. In doing so, he still manages to lead his division, and slithers his way into the lives of many, many people. Proton is a self-identified monster, feared by many, and beloved by others. And, in this state of unpredictability-- who knows what type of decisions he will make for his future? He is a valuable ally, and a horrific enemy.

One thing is for certain, though: you do not want to be alone when the repo man strikes.

#➤ 《 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 》 Headcanon #;; About #TW: Murder #TW: Child Abuse #TW: Religious Trauma #TW: Blood #{ It's finally done. }

[chromacorporation]

are you worried about that kid breaking in?

he said he's got a switchblade that he intends to kill dusk with

I'm sure that- doesn't exactly make you feel safe

oh im not worried about Sprite. actually i would really like for him to break into the office. for no reason in particular.

he hates flying types though. so i feel like he might try and fight the noctowl.

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #intern skie answers

[nerdpokemonheadcanons]

The History of Pokemon Mail

Since cars weren't around, mail back in the day was delivered by pokemon, differing on the region.

Kanto used Ryhorn and Doduo as land carriers for thier relative speed and bulk. Lapras for sea, for the same reasons, and Pidgeotto and Fearrow for air mail.

Johto, having the same mail system, used the same Pokemon as Kanto, though Noctowl was used for late night packages.

Hoenn's land mail was handled by Donphan, able to carry lots and travel long distances, whereas the sea mail was given to Wailord and Sharpido (very carefully). Air mail, if a short distance was given to Peliper, but long term air shipping was handled by Tropius.

In Sinnoh, land mail was delivered on Garchomp, though intimidating, it's way of speed was perfect for the routes. Air mail was given to Staraptor or Yanmega, while sea mail was sent through Empoleon because of its ice breaking abilities.

Unovan land mail was sent through Zebstrika (called the Blitzle Express), and air on the back of Braviary. Sea shipping companies tended to stick to traditional ships and boats, but Swanna proved to be quite helpful at times.

Kalos used Gogoat for the longest time, with Ryhorn also used for the normal mail. In the air, Noivern and Talonflame were fast and able to cover the entire region. Avalugg was the key to Kalos exports as they would slowly follow the boats carrying supplies for the sailors.

Alola is and was such a small region that most mail was delivered on foot, but Poni Island eventually began using Mudsdale. The air mail had Vikavolt, with Wishiwashi covering the enormous sea routes.

Galar was one of the first to start using automobiles in daily life, but before that Copperajah could be seen piled high with parcels. The waterways had Drednaw going from town to town, and Corvisquire training to carry taxis were also tasked with airlifing the mail.

This post was compiled from headcanons shared with me by @0-astraldreams-0

#pokemon headcanons #long post #pokemon culture #kanto #johto #hoenn #sinnoh #unova #kalos #alola #galar #submission

[yourfaves-a-pokemaster]

Hiiiiiii!! Could you make Pokemon Teams for Rorschach and/OR Daniel/Nite Owl from Watchmen? I feel like they’d have some cool teams!!!

Well leave it to one of my favorite people to get this back up and running. This was surprisingly hard, but I had a good time. I decided to do Rorschach for now, but if the interest is still there I might do Daniel/Nite Owl later ^.^

For now let's take a look at Team Rorschach!

Team Rorschach

1. Charmeleon

I think charmander was his first pokemon. Being the son of a prostitute, poor dude was picked on a lot, I imagine his charmander would literally light fires under his bullies asses. Honestly the thought is extremely hilarious. So why a charmeleon and not a charizard? Charizard is too big...too loud...too noticeable. No one is usually suspicious of mid range or basic pokemon. Charmeleon is very protective and proactive whenever he's on a mission.

2. Ditto

Hear me out: he would totally have a ditto on cases where he would need extreme discretion or on the rare occasion where he was needed in two places at once. That's right: Rorschach's ditto can look like him...so...make of that what you will...

3. Poochyena

In cases where tracking or extreme aggression are called for, Rorschach more than happily utilizes this little dude. Small and convenient, he's also good at getting into tight spaces and looking at things he normally wouldn't think to. Plus his night vision is an added plus. I headcanon that poochyenas jaws lock, and it's bite force is similar to that of a rottweiler: the bigger the skull the harder the bite. And this poochyena...has a biiiig head...just saying.

4. Noctowl

Do I really need to explain this one? He and nite Owl were partners for a long time. I think Daniel caught a hoothoot and gave it to him as a Christmas gift or something. This is the only fully evolved pokemon on Rorschach's team...it's very important to him. Anyway, it also does aerial surveillance and isn't afraid to put enemies to sleep or even knock them out entirely. Don't mess with this noctowl. It will fuck you up. Hands down no question. And if you mess with the noctowl, well, he'll break your fingers...and then some.

5. Marill

Yep, rorschachs got a fairy type, in case he ever has to deal with pesky dragons. Why marill? Because he likes how cute it is,though he'd lie and say he just likes blue (not a lie but a certainly a better reason). Marill is very caring and nurturing, it's very much the emotional and mental support pokemon.

6. Noibat

Okay fine, this one was a biiiit of a biased choice, but I think he'd like this little guy. Noibat is really good at picking up sounds and on cases where quiet is needed, noibat makes a good look out. Rorschach also taught it how to pick open locks. Yep, his noibat could rob you and you'd never know. In fact that's most likely how they met.

So what happened to Rorschach's team after his passing? Well, Daniel and Laurie took it upon themselves to take care of them. Abiding by his wishes, they never allowed them to evolve, the ones that could anyway.

However, oddly enough...his ditto was missing...hm...

Hope you guys enjoyed ^^ I don't know if I'm gonna make regular updates to this blog but this was fun to do ^^ thanks @unfilteredaj for the request!

Feel free to ask for any other character/team and I'll see you in the next one!

#pokemon crossover #pokemon teams #pokemon #pokemon team #jackie earle haley #watchmen #watchmen crossover #rorschach #charmeleon #ditto #poochyena #noctowl #marill #noibat

[cupidscatcafe]

Giving EAH characters Pokèmon teams and my explanation of why I chose them + which I think would be their main

~Chariclo Arganthone Cupid~

Sylveon(Main): It evolves through affection

Clefa: I was going to do Clefairy since it evolves with high friendship but I felt like Cleffa just fit better for some reason

Mew: I think it just fits with her being a god

Decidueye: Its the Arrow Quill Pokémon and it fits with her whole bow & arrow thing

Banette: I wanted something ’scary’ to represent the fact she’s from Monster High, Banette is also a doll possessed by hatred and with enough love/care it will turn back into a toy which I think she could be helping it do 🤔

Silvally(Type: Full): It evolves through high friendship and it breaks free of its mask which I think is just really really cool

~Blondie Lockes~

Klefki: It holds keys! It would make it easier to break into peoples houses

Pokèdex Rotom: I just think she’d have a Rotom and it would, accidentally enter her MirrorPad or something 👍

Purrloin: They like to steal from people and I felt like that kind of matched the whole “breaking in and entering” thing

Teddiursa(Main), Stufful, & Ursaluna: Bear

~Ashlynn Ella~

Umbreon(Main): Umbreon is a night time evolution which is a reference Ashlynn’s whole “12 o’clock” thing (This could be switched out for an Espeon to match the “12 o’clock in the afternoon” thing in the episode “Ashlynn’s Fashion Frolic)

Mimikyu: It disguises itself with a cloak, kinda like the “disguise” she gets for the ball (Mimikyu is also my favourite Pokèmon so I wanted to give it to someone)

Pidove: In the og story Cinderella’s stepsisters have their eyes pecked out by pigeons

Talonflame: I just feel like she’d like Talonflame + another pigeon refrence

Trevenant: In the og story the Fairy godmother is a Hazel Tree next to her moms grave

Noctowl: It’s nocturnal, which is another refrence to the “12 o’clock” thing

~Duchess Swan~

Swanna(Main): Swan. Also for her pet swan Pirouette

Kirlia: It’s based on a ballet dancer

Ducklett: Same reason as Swanna, but its a duck

Galarian Zigzagoon: Kind of the same colour scheme(?)

Diancie: Theres no reason for this, I just couldn’t think of a 6th Pokèmon and my gf recomended it, it was supposed to be a place holder but I seriously couldn’t think of another one 😭

Gyarados: Red Gyarados is found in the Lake of Rage which is supposed to be a reference to the episode Duchess Swan’s Lake

~Lizzie Hearts~

Togedemaru(Main): I was going to give her a Shaymin to represent Shuffle (her hedgehog) but decided against it and Togedemaru was the next best thing

Vespiquen: Bee queen 🤯

Aegislash: It’s a knight which is usually associated with royalty, it being a sword could also be a “off with your head!” reference

Furfrou: The princess in that on XY episode had one, I think (Idk it’s been almost a year since I’ve wated it 😭)

Pyroar: “lions signify courage, strength, and power.” Which I think is perfect for Lizzie, they’re also the “king of the jungle”

Luvdisc: It’s just a heart and I strangely (kinda) cared about type match-ups for Lizzie so I wanted something to cancel out the fire type :3

~Briar Beauty~

Komala: It’s just always asleep 👍

Wurmple: This was just a reference to the Party Wurmple meme

Florges(Main) & Lilligant: I was trying to match the whole rose aesthetic thing

Ferrothorn & Spina: Both of these were supposed to be jokes on her pricking her finger on the spinning wheel but I’m not sure if it makes much sense

~Hopper Croakington II~

Cutiefly: Frogs eat flys so… y’know

Sobble: I think it matches his personality

Squirtle(Main): Hopper just gives me Squirtle vibes

Politoed: Literally the king of frogs

Spewpa & Riolu: Really no reason, I just love them and I think Hopper would too

~Cedar Wood~

Pikipek: It’s a woodpecker (this was funnier in my head)

Rowlet(Main) & Staraptor: Owls and Hawks represent truth and Cedar is cursed to tell the truth 🤯

Nuzleaf: It’s Pinocchio as a Pokèmon 🤔

Rattata: It matches her colour scheme

Shuppet: It’s the puppet pokèmon which is what Cedar is

#cupid blogs EAH

[ursarangler]

[A photo is attached. In the background is a tree that appears to have been knocked down as though blown over by the wind. Claw marks in the bark of the tree and several missing chunks of wood indicate otherwise. A small stain of blood can be seen beneath one of the limbs, as well as several brown feathers.

In the foreground is a hand holding three small Noctowl eggs. The hand is bruised and bloodied, but seems to be handling the eggs delicately. They all appear to be undamaged.]

I fucked up last night. Got some unexpected news and didn't know how to handle it. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I just need to get these little guys to the center. I'm fine.

Reshiram is a bastard and I'm going to break its damn neck for this

#dogposting #pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #cw pokemon death

[screechingmusicstarfish]

An essay about my ocarina of Time inspired Anipoke au

Okay, just to clarify, this au was made when I had an idea that the Minish/Picori were supposed to be mythical event, Pokémon for getting a copy of Pokémon emerald and Minish cap anyways, the story is Ash and his friends in Hoenn discover a new Pokémon that they call picori but little did they know that picori it’s actually link Who was cursed by Vaati Long story short, they break the curse, link sees his childhood friend called Zelda again, ash mentions Serena to May,Max and brock, link gives the ocarina of time to Ash as a thank you present and they go away Ever, since that day, Ash has been having nightmares about his past life as link, Dawn wake him up in a cold sweat to tell him, that breakfast is ready after breakfast he tells them that he’s going on a walk, he’ll be back when it’s lunchtime, Brock and Dawn Think of that ash is acting strange ever since link gave him that ocarina but they forget about it, do their own thing Meanwhile while he was walking ash senses the master sword and pulls it out of its pedestal, he sleeps for seven years until a Noctowl Named Rauru wakes him up, tells him that he made a mistake by pulling the master sword, he also tells them he’s a Lucario as a punishment for pulling the master sword, in order to turn back, he needs to fix his mistake by awakening the other sages, he gives him the light medallion and sends him on his way while on his journey to a awaken other stages he meets a greninja Who gives him advice and teaches him songs for him to play on his ocarina, after he awakens the other sages, greninja approaches him and tells him about the creation of the world and the Triforce. He also tells him that Lysander found the Triforce and made a wish that came true, but the Triforce split into three triangles Lysander wields the Triforce of power, ash wields the Triforce of courage, and the Sage of time wields The Triforce of wisdom, ash asks Who is the sage of time?, The Triforce piece on One of greninja’s strong and webbed leg shines bright, revealing it’s true form and turns ash back to normal again once it’s stopped he sees where greninja was standing there was a honey blonde princess, ash realises that its Serena and she tells him what happened to her when he was sleeping for seven years, then Lysander kidnapped her, ash rescued her, Lysander became a Yveltal, Ash kills him with the master sword, and Serena seals him to the secret realm, never to be seen again, and everyone is happy that their evil king is gone forever, until Serena realises that ash shouldn’t be in this time so she sent him back before he pulled the master sword from its pedestal causing everyone except ash to lose their memories, he stops his past self from pulling the master sword and goes back to Brock and Dawn, he tells him about his Adventure, but they don’t believe him everything goes the same until he reunites with Serena again, he tells her do you remember me?, everything goes the same, except ash wins the kalos League and he takes a break from travelling to new regions for a while, after that break, he goes to new regions, and then he gets together with Serena, and that’s how this au ends so what did you think? did you like it? Would you like to change and add anything? If so, please tell me what would you like to change and add in this au! I would love to hear your ideas on this I worked really hard on this au

#pokemon #amourshipping #pokeani #ash ketchum #serena #pkmn #ash x serena #pokeani au #satosere #loz oot #ocarina of time #sheik #greninja #lucario #the minish cap #minish cap #zelink #legend of zelda #link and zelda #link x zelda #the legend of zelda #zelda spoilers #princess zelda #zelda au #loz mc #loz au #legend of zelda au #Pokémon Lysander #Pokémon brock #pokémon dawn

[champofjohto]

Damn it damn it damn it damn it-

I got everyone back inside, whether it was their homes, or the Elm Lab, but for Arc's sake, what the hell? I do not need to be straining Eyespy to make it back to New Bark Town before the weather hits, and then run all over Johto like a Torchic with it's head cut off! The closest city to New Bark, Cherrywood, was fine, but now I'm concerned, because that's the first city kids setting out from New Bark will pass through.

Doctors told me 'to take it easy, you're still recovering' well does this look like taking it easy?? I had to just about kill myself and Eyespy to make it in time, my poor Noctowl needed to be taken to a Center. Oh yeah, I decked a guy on my way. I-

J-it's the worst feeling in the world knowing you're responsible for so many and you can't help-

I-I need a break. We're getting the chalk to help neutralize stagnant acid, and if I find who is responsible I swear to arcdamn Lugia, I will kill you.

I will be busy, and would appreciate help, but I understand you all are busy.

#I am so tired right now :)) #I got out of the hospital for this? #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #real pokemon #team snagem dark sky

[belamew]

adapting this ask for your daycare BUT question 25 on that list of questions- does your daycare have a big team or just a few? How did you decide which suited your daycare better?

(Question came from here)

Big team!

Some Pokémon were brought on specifically for a job, others just found their place.

I'd love to share picture and more details, but this post will already be long, so if anyone's curious about anyone in particular, send in an ask!

Our good ol protectors

Pip - a talonflame who keeps an eye out for trouble. He alerts our other workers (both human and Pokémon), but is prone to trying to handle things himself.

Rey and Lavender - father-daughter espeon duo that respond to Pip's calls. They're fast, fairly strong, and keep daycare Pokémon in and wild Pokémon out. Their psychic abilities allow them to safely move others back inside our property.

Vivi - a noctowl that takes the nightshift while Pip sleeps. She can be a little dramatic.

Candy - a stoutland who tracks down any runaways and backs up the espeon duo if there's trouble.

Penelope - a dragonite who is our heavy hitter who only gets involved when absolutely necessary. She's usually trying to play with Pokémon within the daycare

Riri - a rapidash who helps my coworkers and I get around if there's an emergency.

Safety/Babysitting team

Mr. Peach - an older audino that stays in the nursery to look after expecting mothers and new babies

Bloom - an abandoned bulbasaur who likes staying in the nursery and playing the little ones to give mamas a break

Storm - a vaporeon that is Lavender's littermate. He... doesn't do much, but he keeps babies from drowning in the nursery if Bloom gets distracted. Very dramatic.

Steve - a swampert that is in the little Pokémon section. He's also making sure everyone is safe in the water. Very gentle.

The ???

Sparkles - a jolteon who's another one of Rey's kids and she doesn't do anything. I have never seen such a lazy jolteon.

Ms. Bitey - a wild swanna that chills in the big Pokémon pond. Attempts to get rid of her were in vain and we're scared. Send help.

#irl pokemon #pokeblogging #asks

[alphakuriboh]

Well I’m awake early. Grudgingly. Stupid door bell.

Anyway, Johto is less of an offender than Kanto overall on the “kinda boring” scale, and has some real hits. It’s not really the Pokémon that has me so overall eh on the gen.

@crystalelemental I will fight you for Snubbull

S Tier - Chikorita is baby. One of my top 3 favorite starters as a starter itself. Furret is one of the best rat lines, agreed. I love the Togepi line. Mega Amphy - look at that FABULOUS hair, you go funky dragon mega. Only good gen 2 mega. Espeon was my favorite Pokémon for the first three gens I played, and is still second overall. Dunsparce is great, it’s so dopey. I have a build a bear Snubbull cause I got attached leading up to the Detective Pikachu movie. Skarmory is in my bird bias. Blissey, my girl. I like stall tactics in the regular game (throwback to scaring the hell out of Pixelmon players with a team of six fully EV trained Blisseys). I like Entei most of the beasts. Lugia is great (I’m gonna be generous to a lot of legendaries oops). Onion fairy my beloved.

A Tier - The rest of the Chiko line and the Cynda line are really good. Sentret is good just not evolved. Noctowl line is cool. Pichu and Cleffa are some of the most successful pre-evo additions to me. The non-Mega Ampharos set is great. Umbreon isn’t Espeon but it’s still an Eeveelution. I love pufferfish so Qwilfish gets a pass despite I know it was considered much more forgettable prior to Hisui. Don’t fuckle with Shuckle. Corsola is a little demon. Delibird is funny. Porygon2 is so round. Miltank has REALLY grown on me the last couple years for various reasons. The other two beasts in the trio.

B Rank - Okay Crobat I could have put you higher, but here you are. You have absolved Golbat’s sins but you’re still not cute. Rest of tier is mainly “yeah I like you”. Ho-oh is. Fine. I don’t have the nostalgia for it that a lot of people do.

C Tier - Meh. Stuff that’s fine but I don’t really care that much? The one mistake is I should’ve put Sunkern higher cause I have a soft spot for it, but I auto-piloted it. Whoops. Also T-Tar isn’t really that great sorry thems the breaks.

D Tier - Why? Either boring design or weird evolutions.

E Tier - I never liked Quagsire line or Heracross. Tyrogue is an awful design, Smoochum is an unnecessary addition to a line that should’ve been forgotten. Why are so many of the Gen 2 Megas so ugly?

Fuck You - Aipom is a little bitch. Haunted me in early games, absolute nightmare fuel in Detective Pikachu. Probably my least favorite Pokémon period.

Overall feels a lot like a step up from Kanto, if still a lot in the average range. Maybe not as bad because there’s 51 less filler ‘mons, lol.

#pokemon #pokemon regional tier list #kuri babbles #overall Johto does have a lot of strong contenders! the Pokémon aren’t where my kind of pseudo-apathy stems from I suppose