#psyduck-studies

[psyduck-studies]

Hi, I'm back... for now. I was applying to colleges and now I'm just waiting for them to reply. So far, I got accepted into one of them!

#psyduck-studies #studyblr

[came2slide]

psyduck ice cream

#psyduck #pixel art #study #pixel #art #pokemon

[galaaxymess]

Just a lil guy, chilling

#my art #pokemon #psyduck #artists on tumblr #illustration #this is an entry to a fun little discord event that half turned into a background study and then brush experimentation but I like that #digital painting #nara_art

[studyblur-kinda]

They keep me sane while studying cell biology.

#happy exam season #studyblr #study #study blog #student #education #psyduck #bulbasaur #cell biology #study buddy

[ask-mirage-mews]

Fuji: “Touching it seems fine but I’d rather not someone I don’t know touch my necks,that’s a vulnerable area after all. After years of studying Joyce and the other professors believe it helps aid in the pressure our psychic abilities can cause. Think of like…Psyducks. They suffer constant pain due to their intense psychic power but we subvert that through our second neck, most likely due to the increased blood flow. The theory is it was something specifically designed for me, and I suppose by extension Bellatrix, to be able to handle the level of psychic energy a Mew has. Mew and Nemo don’t have one since that level of power is natural for them. Callie, Clio, and Toto are an exception considering their mixed genetics.”

Zeus: “Can you put me down now?”

Fuji: “Right, apologies.”

Anonymous

#anonymous #ask #Fuji Mewtwo #Zeus Mewtwo #Mewtwo #chrono

[bungalowbear]

one.

nanami kento x reader, pokemon au, wc: 730

nanami is a ranger with yuji as his trainee and reader is a psychic gym leader. had so much fun thinking up this little universe. many thanks to @strawberrystepmom for bringing out our inner trainersonas!

You’re sitting in the library, sipping on a hot cup of tea in front of the fireplace when you hear it. The loud, powerful knocks on the front doors echo throughout the gym. Zorua lifts her head from her front paws, ears perking up toward the sound.

“A visitor?” You glance at the clock resting on the mantle. It’s nearly midnight. “At this hour?”

Placing your cup and saucer on the side table, you rise from your seat and exit the library with Zorua following behind you into the hall. The path from the library to the front of the gym requires several turns down long hallways illuminated by the warm glow of sconces along the walls.

Once an abandoned family estate, your gym is the culmination of years of careful curation. Every detail from the carpet, to the light fixtures, to the crown molding was transformed during your renovation. There’s the library filled with shelves upon shelves of books, rooms for meditation and mental training, and the battle court in the backyard that was once a tennis court. The property also boasts a lush garden for Solrock and Lunatone to sit undisturbed, as well as a large freshwater lake where your Psyduck spends most of his time. It took several years to bring to life your perfect gym, fulfilling your dream of creating a paradise for psychic trainers and their Pokémon.

When you arrive at the foyer you stay standing at the other end of the room opposite from the front doors. The knocking is louder now that you’re closer, and Zorua yips before jumping into your arms. You smooth a hand over her dark fur before using your telekinesis to open the gym doors.

A young boy with pink hair stumbles forward, nearly dropping the person he’s carrying on his back. Judging by his quick recovery, this boy must be stronger than he looks as he straightens up and adjusts the hold he has on the man’s thighs around his waist.

“Hello?” the boy calls out. His voice rings out clearly in the empty foyer. “Is anyone here? We need help.”

He doesn’t see you right away. Not until both your feet lift off the floor and you slowly approach him. You study his face for a reaction to your presence, and you’re impressed by his lack of fear. Most people that end up at your gym have rarely encountered someone with psychic abilities and immediately start trembling. But this boy stares up at you with a wide eyed and awed expression.

“Y-you’re flying!”

His eyes jump from your face to your feet, bending lower to examine the empty space between the bottom of your shoes and the floor.

“I’m actually levitating,” you say, smirking.

“Wow,” he marvels, drawing out the sound as he straighten up again. “So cool.”

His enthusiasm makes you smile, but now that you’re up close you can see the state the man on his back is in. Your face falls at the sight of the head resting on the boy’s shoulder. Blonde hair sticks to the sides of the man’s face, obscuring most of what isn’t already squished against the boy’s body, but you make out a dark bruise blooming near his temple along with the blood that flows from the gash on his cheek.

“What happened?” you ask.

“We were going after poachers when we got caught in a rock slide,” the pink haired boy answers. “He pushed me out of the way and ended up taking some hard hits from the debris. Please, can you help him? Your gym was the closest place I could find.”

Zorua sticks her nose out to take a timid sniff at the unconscious man then turns her head back to look at you. You see worry in her usually playful blue eyes and run your hand across her back to soothe her.

“Poachers?” Your brow furrows. “So, you’re Rangers?”

“We sure are,” he says, chest puffing with pride. But then he turns a bit sheepish. “Well, he is. Technically I’m still in training.”

You hum, taking another look at the man. The longer you stare the more his presence piques your interest, a familiar aura that suggests you’ve met before.

“What’s your name?”

“Itadori,” the boy says. “Itadori Yuji.”

You tell him your name, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Follow me, Itadori.”

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#catalog #jess’s pokemon au #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #pokemon au

[pokemonshelterstories]

Do you know things about Psyduck? I've always wanted one, but it seems unethical to keep it unevolved if it has horrible headaches constantly. Surely they don't ALWAYS have headaches? Or is there a treatment?

their headache is indeed perpetual, although it normally exists at a fairly low grade. studies into their nervous system have been able to detect and monitor how often their brains receive a pain signal, and it's fairly often. their psychic abilities are a response to these pain signals, so it seems that they've actually evolved specifically to be in a constant state of stress.

wild psyduck are actually known to self treat this in a way! they will seek out certain plants and berries known to alleviate pain. their pain can actually be managed quite well via a combination of a proper diet, proper enrichment/stress-free environment, and- if necessary- medication prescribed by a veterinarian. if you don't plan on battling with your psyduck and aren't worried about its ability to access its psychic powers, you can ethically keep a pet psyduck without evolving it!

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokemon welfare #psyduck #pokemon biology

[scientist-bryan-wolfsbane]

Caring for your Pokemon: Ralts Line

Ah the Ralts line, a group of Pokemon that are one of the fewer Pokemon that are more difficult to study than others. Ralts are great at sensing the emotions of those around it, so if you get anywhere close to it without being emotionless, you'll be sensed from a mile away and they'll freak out and run away or teleport. Very difficult to study in that case unless you get the drop on them. However since they enjoy positive emotions, they will attempt to focus on those positive emotions and not notice anything around them as much, so if you're trying to catch a Ralts easily, best be thinking happy thoughts.

Kirlia are even more joyous when sensing positive emotions, and enjoy being around their trainers even more, and will do a lot in it's power to make sure that it's trainer is happy. Please make sure that they understand that happiness is not the go to emotion constantly, otherwise you'll run into some future exhaustion problems (trust me from experience).

Now Gardevoir, are very protective and will do anything in it's power to protect it's trainer, but they are also curious Pokemon like their previous generations and will sometimes get into mischief if not kept a close eye on in the first few years. DO NOT LET THEM GO ONTO THE INTERNET WITHOUT A LONG TALK, TRUST ME.

Now Gallade are the opposite. They are not as curious and focus more on the protection part more than anything, and can often become jealous of others that get close to it's trainer, so make sure that they're not getting into fights when you're not looking.

This line is very protective and curious, but can be protective as well. Sometimes get a little clingy and jealous but a great companion on your travels. Honestly this is one Pokemon that might not need extra assistance and other Pokemon, but I would go with something unpredictable as a good combatant, such as Combusken, or Psyduck. May not seem predictable but can be a surprise.

#ralts #kirlia #gardevoir #gallade #combusken #psyduck #psychic type #fairy type #fighting type

[clarabosswald]

Dr Hayim Katsman, 31, was murdered on October 7th in Kibbutz Holit, his home, in the Gaza Envelope. Katsman, born to a religious Zionist family in Petah Tikva, was a lecturer with a PhD in Philosophy, a peace activist, and a DJ with the stage name Dr. 3ABass (his Spotify playlist is embedded above). Growing up, he became distanced from religious Zionism and more affiliated with leftwing politics and peace activism. As a DJ, he played exclusively Arab music - Palestinian, Syrian, Lebanese. He performed at the Psyduck party - 10 minutes from the Nova rave, and another location which later also suffered a massacre - on the night of October 6th. On October 7th, as terrorists infiltrated Holit, Katsman risked his life and went outside, going from door to door and helping where he could. He eventually reached the home of his neighbor, Avital Alajem. They've hid together in her house's shelter until the terrorists broke into it and murdered him (Alajem was kidnapped and had a pretty insane story of her own). Katsman dedicated his life to peace. His dissertation discussed it. He studied and spoke Arabic. He believed that the lack of familiarity between cultures led to division, conflict, and polarization. With his music, he tried to bridge over those differences. Additionally, he volunteered driving Gazans to get medical help in Israel, and conversed with them during the drives, looking to make friends. He also volunteered helping Palestinian farmers south of Hebron. Asked if he thinks the events of October 7th would've changed Katsman's mind on peace, his friend, Akhi Sitbon, said "Like I knew Katsman - not a chance, even that wouldn't have changed his belief in humans and humanity's goodness."

May his memory be a blessing.

#ישראבלר #jumblr #wrote most of this for a different place but it ended up not getting posted #so i'm gonna post it here so it doesn't go to waste #Spotify

[themarvelousgarbage]

Some #psyduck studies with Copic markers :3

#psyduck #pokemon concierge #pokemon #pokemon art #art on tumblr #copic markers #copic art #anime #fanart

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 9

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count: ~3000

The twins wound their way through the Heartwood to hopefully find this Warden that they'd been told about. Their teams were trained up decently and they were having a grand time trying to write about Buneary. 

“Lookit her!” Akari squealed. “She's so cute!” She ruffled the soft down of the little rabbit she'd caught. It flicked its ear at her in annoyance. Rei did have to admit it was adorable, even if it had a horrible attitude. 

“I got that Silcoon we saw. I'd say let's see what this Warden wants and how to study Kleavor.” Rei tossed a ball in the air and caught it idly as his sister caught up to him on the dirt path, shaking the water from her shoes. She'd fallen in the stream trying to scramble back from a suddenly-livid Psyduck. 

“Fine.” 

Rei rounded the corner, seeing some man-made structures come up in his field of vision. A gateway appeared down the path, with some stone bowls carved from a large boulder in the middle of the arch. And in front of this stood a boy wearing soft pink and a hat that Rei could only describe as a cowboy hat. He was maybe ten with red curly hair and a stern expression on his young face, still trimmed with baby fat. 

Rei stared at the hat. He'd seen it before-

“That's Clay's hat,” Akari whispered to him in Unovan. “Remember fighting his Excadrill? That's totally it. Look at the gem.” She was right. The same green jewel set in the hat, square and sparkling, surrounded by gold trim on white leather. 

“Didn't… didn't Clay say his family was from another region? That they immigrated to Unova?” Rei murmured back. 

Akari simply nodded. 

This was getting weird. First their mother, now Clay's… grandfather? Great-grandfather? More generations? And he was younger than them! 

“I'm Lian, Warden of the Lord of the Woods, Kleavor. You're here to see the mighty Kleavor, ain't ya?” the boy called to them in greeting. Even his voice sounded like a younger version of Clay's! The boy crossed his arms, a smug look on his face. “I can see it on ya. You heard about his awesome power and now he's only become even more powerfully awesome.” He smirked into the crook of his elbow as the twins stepped up to him, finally. “That bolt of lightning charged him… maybe it was almighty Sinnoh's doing? Either way, as much as it pains me, I must turn you away.” 

“But we need to!” Akari blurted out. Lian's eyes flicked to her. He grinned slyly. 

“I must commend your passion, but unfortunately it is not safe. I have been given order by Irida to not let anyone see him right now. So back out now, lest you face the wrath of my Goomy.” 

“I accept,” Akari said before Rei could even think. 

“Akari-” 

“Back up.” She shoved him back and cleared a small space for a battle. Lian sighed and whistled. A small pokemon appeared from behind the stone bowls, a purple blob of a creature. Rei hadn't actually seen a Goomy before but he decided he needed to find one because this thing was perfect. A dopey smile graced what could be called its ‘face’  it had two small eyes and a big grin and it slowly trailed along and Rei needed to get a Goomy right now. 

“Goomy, let's try to ooze some sense into these interlopers!” Goomy gave a cry of challenge and oozed its way to the battlefield. 

Akari picked a ball carefully and tossed it out. Riptide, newly evolved, gave a small cry of its own. It stanced itself up, preparing for a long battle… 

That did not last long. 

Riptide did not take very long to tear through the small Goomy. It was clear that although the boy cared deeply for his partner, it was not very well-trained. He sagged a bit as he conceded defeat. “I still can’t let you through,” he sighed. “It is too dangerous. No one can get through to my Lord- Irida?” 

The twins turned to see the girl behind them, watching with wide, sad blue eyes. “Lord Kleavor is descended from a pokemon blessed by almighty Sinnoh itself. I did not want to have to throw up our hands and ask for help from an outsider but… every moment that he remains like this, the danger grows. If he hurts more people and pokemon, it may cause problems with the Diamond Clan and the Galaxy Team.” She paused, knitting her brows. “I hear that it was that bolt of strange lightning that changed him. Perhaps it was sent by that faulty god the Diamond Clan worships…?” Rei had to restrain himself from pointing out how stupid that sounded. “Regardless, do you both have any ideas how to help him? We care greatly for Kleavor; he means a great deal to our Clan. We do not want him to be hurt.” 

Rei glanced at his sister, who shrugged. It was obvious that they may be on their own with this one. It was hard to say what was wrong with him what they hadn’t even seen him yet. “We’ll figure something out,” was all Rei said. 

“Excellent!” Irida cut between the two and approached Lian, who still stood proud, even if Rei could now see the cracks in his small facade. He was just a boy with a big job he couldn’t handle by himself - and it tore him up on the inside. Rei could see how his eyes darted around, how they desperately scanned Irida’s face for some semblance of good news. How his small hands shook. “Lian and I will gather some of Kleavor’s favorite foods in an attempt to get close enough to make a proper offering. As for you, try to find a way to quell his frenzy, even if you must traverse every corner of Hisui!” 

The twins took that as a dismissal and nodded, turning and striding away. Once out of earshot, Rei asked Akari in Unovan, “What are we even supposed to do? I still don’t know what all this is about.” 

Akari debated as they snuck around the alpha Bibarel, staying quiet until they had passed by safely and were heading up Deertrack Heights. “Let’s ask Laventon. He’s a scientist, right? Maybe he’d have a clue.” 

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Emmet shivered as he pulled his coat a little tighter around him. Why was the office so cold? He glanced up over the pile of paperwork he had in front of him, checking the face of the clock on the wall. The little train-shaped hand had a smokestack that pointed to the number five. It was already almost 6:30? Emmet leaned back in his chair, sighing to himself as his back popped. How long had it been since he’d moved? Four hours? His gaze traveled the room as he sat motionless in the cold. 

The walls had several framed photos and posters. The posters were mainly older Gear Station signs and advertisements for past events they had done, like a battle bracket one year for challengers or a holiday or New Year’s event. Emmet’s favorite was the spooky one, personally. Ingo always liked the spring decorations, the small flowers and the pastel colors. The twins had been split on the battle bracket and, for Rei, the scavenger hunt to collect every sticker hidden away on the platforms. The prize for finding them all was an authentic conductor’s hat, though he’d never cared for that. He had plenty. 

There were several photos dotting the area around the two desks, as well. Photos of himself and his team, Ingo and his teams (from Hisui and Unova, as he hadn’t had the chance to release his Hisui team before returning), the twins as they grew up, both with and without their starters, Elesa with all four of them, even a family reunion photo with Drayden and Iris and their extended family on his side. Emmet’s favorite had to be the one he kept on his desk, from when the twins were younger. Ingo’s kids were maybe eight years old, staring intently into the water under Tubeline Bridge, watching for any sort of movement. That is, until Iris had sent her Lapras into the water to prank them, having it pop its head out and making the two scramble back onto the bank with a strangled yelp, landing in a very undignified way on the muddy land on their bottoms. The photo had been taken just as the twins were yelling, Lapras’s face in a soft smile as it ‘greeted’ them. Iris was already in stitches, doubled over in laughter. Even Drayden had chuckled, his eyes shut in merriment, leaving Emmet to laugh openly. Only Ingo hadn’t truly laughed, though his eyes had twinkled as he held it in and made sure they were alright. Other than some bruised pride, they had been perfectly fine. 

He looked at the goofy photo. Emmet had pulled out his camera as soon as he’d seen Iris sneakily send her pokemon into the water someway upstream. It had been taken just downstream, so he could get everyone’s faces from afar. The kids’ eyes were wide as they leapt back - the photo still had them in mid-air, their arms blurry from reeling backwards. Emmet felt that familiar grin creeping up his face as he studied the photo. It always made him smile. Lapras had offered itself to being petted as an apology afterwards, and had even ferried the kids around on its shell for a bit on the water. 

Emmet sighed. He put the photo back and stood up, stretching. A deep sense of melancholy settled itself into his ribcage, sitting more heavy than a stone. His face drooped. It was much harder to make memories like that when the person - or rather, people, in this case - were missing. 

He checked his phone. A message from Drayden checking in, that he hadn’t heard anything yet about the missing kids, but he’d keep searching, he would always keep searching. Iris hadn’t heard anything, either. 

Keep up your hopes, Emmet. They aren’t gone for good. You told me that the first time we went through this, and I know you know it now.

Emmet typed a response as he grabbed his stuff, his day bag now slung over his shoulder. He made sure to unceremoniously dump a bit of the paperwork on Ingo’s desk and to shove some of the more urgent items into his bag. You are correct. I know that. But I am not the one who needs convincing. 

A moment passed as Emmet grabbed his personal items and opened the door to the office. He shut off the lights as he did, making sure not to waste needless power. He made his way down the hallway, checking again for a message. To his surprise, there was one. Drayden usually did not answer this quickly. I’m sure. Perhaps me and Iris can stop by sometime. Try to break him out of the horrid spell I’m sure he’s still under. It’s been how long now? This was about the time you became despondent. 

He entered the control room. Two or three Agents milled about, checking in on the monitors and speaking in low tones. They looked up as Emmet entered and waved to him. “Everything steady?” Emmet asked them. 

“Sure is, Boss. Just passengers and us left for the night shift. Only engine Orange being ran for the overnight shift. All others are already in the warehouse being assessed and cleaned.” The olive-skinned woman pulled up a camera feed, making it larger on the biggest screen in the center. It showed several large engines being serviced by night crew.

“Perfect.” Emmet put a cup in the coffee maker by the door and pressed what flavor he wanted. Mostly black, just a bit of cream. “Need anything else from me? I know I disappeared today. Lots of paperwork to catch up on.” 

“I don’t think so, Boss.” A pale man with glasses swiveled in his chair to face him. “Have a good night. We’ll see ya back here tomorrow morning. Wish Boss Ingo our best.” The other Depot Agents nodded solemnly. Though it had never been formally announced that the kids were missing, they all certainly knew. It was taboo to talk about it in the station, but the Agents were always sure to leave kind regards and if Ingo didn’t come in for a few days, it was never mentioned. 

“You as well. All aboard,” Emmet responded, more out of habit than anything. He snagged his cup and placed a lid on top as he snuck out of the station. He checked his phone again, typing out a response to his uncle. If you want to see him acting more like a stale piece of bread than a human, consider yourself invited. It’s hard to get him to do anything these days. I’ve been holding down the Station more often than not. Even if he does go in, he just stares at the wall. I’ve never seen him so invested in a book in my entire life than the history books he reads. 

He waved to the Agent by the door as he swung open the glass doors to the station and swept out into the warm night. Emmet sighed in contentment as he clutched his coffee. The sky was that ethereal orange seen across Unova. Light pollution had its large claws sunk deep into the region, and unfortunately, no night was truly the inky black he remembered on his trip to Alola with Ingo all those years ago. Street lights threw that ugly yellow undertone to everything that they always did. Quite a few people were out tonight, though Emmet supposed that was normal for seven at night on a Thursday in the summer. He wondered if there were any events, musical or battle-oriented or otherwise, that were going on soon in Nimbasa. There was almost always something. He passed under the one that flickered as he walked, checking his device yet again. A certain someone else I can think of was much the same. We will come by this weekend. Don’t worry about making the house too clean, we’ve definitely seen worse. Emmet could almost hear his uncle’s soft chuckle that accompanied it. Is there anything we should bring as well? Food, pokemon treats, anything of that sort? 

I don’t think so, Emmet typed, walking under another street light. He could see the bus stop in the distance. A few others were already at the stop, waiting for the next bus to arrive. He stood just outside the covered bench, leaning on a lamp post as he typed. I need to do some grocery shopping soon, so let me know if you want anything specific to snack on. It’s mostly just me doing things in the house these days. The Joltik aren’t as rowdy, either. The next clutch hasn’t hatched just yet and most of last year’s have already relocated to Chargestone and the tunnels.

This will be your eighteenth clutch, correct? 

Emmet glanced up as he thought about when he had first started officially breeding them. It would have been toward the tail end of Ingo’s absence. Elesa had convinced him that he needed some hobby other than going to work all the time, and she had remembered him talking about getting into breeding when he was younger, so she had bought him a book about the basics of pokemon breeding. That must have been during the eighth year of Ingo’s disappearance, and if he’s having one clutch a year and its been about ten years since he reappeared-

“Subway Boss Emmet?” Emmet blinked himself from his thoughts and glanced around. The person who had spoken was an older woman sitting on the bench. No one else around paid them any mind, some with earbuds in, some engrossed in something on their Xtrans. 

“Hm?” Emmet hummed to the woman, alerting her that he’d heard what she’d said. He let his hand with the phone screen fall somewhat, turning his attention to her. 

The woman had very light hair, almost white, long and very wispy, held up in a dark hat. She also had a dark dress. It almost looked like she was dressed for a funeral. She smiled up at him, the wrinkles around her eyes deepening in the glow of the orange street lamp above them. “I heard about what happened recently. Things will become right again for you.” 

He blinked. Honestly, this left him at a loss for words. “I- uh. T-Thank you? Thank you.” He regained his composure. “It will take some time, but I know the tracks will be rideable once more.” 

She chuckled as she looked up. Emmet could see the bus in the distance. “It will indeed. My great-great niece would love you. She is very into history, you see, much like my nephew was… oh, what a strong-willed man, he was. Is! That never left him.” 

As she rambled, Emmet’s mind was reeling. Who was this woman? He didn’t think she’d ever seen him before. The fact that she recognized him by sight alone was nothing odd, he was something of a local celebrity, especially in uniform. He was about to ask what she meant when she glanced around again and shook her head. “It seems my stop is coming. I wish you could meet my lovely niece. She would want to talk to you for days about Hisui and the heroes-” 

“You know about Hisui?” Emmet asked incredulously. He needed to know more. He needed-

“Good luck, Emmet. Keep your brother strong. The children are looking for him.” The bus’s headlights engulfed his vision for a moment, making him blink. As soon as he opened his eyes to ask her what she meant, the bench was empty. Emmet whirled around, looking for the old woman, but she was nowhere to be seen. The door to the bus opened with a mechanical hiss. Other passengers began to climb aboard. Emmet gave one last glance around as he climbed aboard next, shivering under his coat, trying to shake the feeling of being watched. 

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#submas #subway boss ingo #subway bosses #pokemon legends arceus #my writing #ingo #pokemon #dad!ingo #subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #pokemon akari #pokemon rei

[psyduck-studies]

If you haven't guessed already, I'm on a break rn. Brb

#psyduck-studies

[throwsahammer]

One time, I decided to conduct an extremely scientific study of which Pokémon was the dumbest, as measured by how long they would stick around and let me keep throwing rocks at them in the safari zone. I would wander around and exclusively throw rocks at every wild Pokémon that appeared until they left, and then tally up my findings. I would use the dumbest representative for each Pokémon that I encountered, as I didn't really have a good way of gathering a good sample size for the rarer ones. While Slowpoke secured an early lead (9 rocks), I eventually found a really dumb Psyduck (11 rocks) that was the reigning champion for most of the experiment. Pretty much everyone was leaving after two or three good hits, so I was pleasantly surprised to crack double-digits with a particularly stubborn Exeggcute. My surprise soon turned into stupefied disbelief as the little clutch of eggs proceeded to take rock after rock unflinchingly to the face. After 12 throws I began to fear that I would kill the test subject before it fled. Finally, after 15 rocks, the world's dumbest Exeggcute realized it could end this nightmare and left me, troubled and sore-armed, to contemplate my life choices.

I thought that would be the end of it, but then I remembered that I hadn't yet used a fishing rod and proceeded to hook a Magikarp. Reader, words cannot describe the horror and elation I experienced as I proceeded to throw 23 rocks directly into that poor bastard's stupid face. At around the 20 rock mark I became extremely worried that Magikarp couldn't physically escape, and that the two of us would be stuck there forever. After that final excruciating ordeal I called off the experiment on ethical grounds and declared Magikarp the dumbest Pokémon.

#pokemon #video game science #magikarp #exeggcute

[subjectsix]

What kind of Pokémon do you think the Control characters would have?

OOOO [rubs hands together] THIS IS MY STUFF

Okay, so I'm gonna try and limit myself to 2-4 per person. I'm assuming they won't have their whole 6 pokemon team, and just some with them in the Bureau or travelling with them.

Jesse Girafig seems like a fair, albeit a bit unusual, pick for Jesse in my eyes. Maybe a Blaziken, or a Growlithe? Umbreon fits well too. I like the idea of her having smaller pokemon that are easy to travel with though, so Blaziken, Growlithe, and Umbreon feel like a good spans of her personality and style.

Dylan Absol and Hypno both feel like viable options for Dylan. Espurr is kind of the funny meme answer, but fairly fitting I think. I can see him having a Wooper or Gilgar from childhood.

(There's no way Mewtwo could ever be on his team or similar, but I think he'd find Mewtwo relatable.)

Emily I can see her with a Froslass, Reuniclus, and Togepi! Togepi and Reuniclus fit her more scientific and excitable part of her personality-- a pokemon like Froslass (or maybe Gallade or Mawile) would fit the more elegant in.

Darling Sudowoodo. In a bowtie. Also a Quagsire! They just seem like they'd fit his personality.

Marshall Luxray and Nidoking, especially a Luxray. The kind you'd basically associate with her constantly, because her Luxray is nearly always with her.

Trench A Grovyle and a Scizor feel fitting for him. Stantler too. Grovyle and Scizor just fit his demeanor-- seems tough, but fairly friendly. Stantler I can't really explain... it just seems to fit him well.

Arish Scraggy. No explanation, just vibes. As well as Poochyena and Croagunk. Maybe a Croconaw?

Ahti Golduck :) and maybe also a Psyduck. Quirky janitor who has a lot more going on with him than meets the eye (and ocean associations?) Heck yeah man

Langston I remember @fbcbreakroom suggested Klefki for him once, which feels so fitting! I also think it would be very funny to give him a Rotom, especially in "fridge" mode.

Underhill Breloom, Vileplume, and Parasect. And a Granbull! The first three all relating to her area of study, and the Granbull just being Her Pokemon. I mean, look at them!

BONUS: Theodore Ash Jr Sableyes! Tell me you wouldn't be shocked if you went to the Foundation and found hoards and hoards of Sableyes. This guy would befriend them.

#you have no idea how badly i wish i could draw this #jeses faden #dylan faden #emily pope #simon arish #casper darling #zachariah trench #helen marshall #frederick langston #ahti #theodore ash jr #jeyfeather1234

[ihavegivenup11037]

Giving Pokemon to the nerds

Earnest had a Scorbunny as a starter which is now a Raboot. He has a Lopunny, a Kirlia, a Gothorita, a Hattrem, Sneasler, a Voltorb, and a Pidgeot.

Melvin has a Mudkip as his starter. He has a Lairon, a Psyduck, an Espeon, a Mime Jr, a Sprigatito, a Venomoth, a Magby, and a Magnemite.

Cornelius had a Chikorita for a starter that's now a Meganium. He has a Roselia, a Leafeon, a Leavanny, a Petilil, a Pansage, an Espurr, a Togepi, a Ribombee, and a Ditto. He mainly just studies pokemon, rather than fight.

Bucky's first pokemon was a Rattata (a pokemon version of his pet rat, George). He has a Doduo, a Chansey, an Eevee, a Togetic, a Zigzagoon, a Plusle, and a Pawmo.

Algie's starter is a Piplup. He has a Goomy, a Yanma, a Shedinjia, an Omanyte, a Sandshrew, a Wooper, a Magcargo, and a Sentret.

Donald's starter was a Snivey that's now a Servine. He has a Fennekin, a Theivul, a Meowscarada, a Hoppip, and a Taillow.

Fatty's starter was a Cyndaquill that's now a Quilava. He has a Ponyta (iykyk), Deino, a Swirlix, a Fidough, a Miltank, a Cubone, and a Mudbray (again, iykyk).

Thad's starter is a Totodile. He has a Mankey, a Weedle, a Ledyba, a Squirtle, a Poliwag, and a Flareon.

Beatrice's first pokemon was a Litwick she found. She has a Lucario, a Mimikyu, a Minun, an Umbreon, a Gengar, a Murkrow, a Zorua, and an Espeon.

#canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #pokemon

[geraniumstudy]

My favorite study resources

YouTube, you literally can find anything related about what you want to learn there and the best, it is free.

Text books, I know boring, but it work for me

Coloring books, I need to do something else while I am watching classes on YouTube so Coloring kids books it is cool.

Stay focus apps, I have problems I know so I put hours restrictions on my game apps.

Pdf reader, I need to read books to learn.

Tumblr, I do my language blog here for free and without all the things that you have to do for those web pages for blogging.

Discord, but English or study focus serves. I spend hours talking there some days, my English speaking skills went from Zero to sixty here.

A dictionary app, I can't live without one.

Gameboy emulator, Yes I learn English playing Pokemon do you have a problem? My man Steven was my boyfriend, my role model, the fucking son of... That left me in the middle of the ocean in the apocalypse with two psyducks and with the orientation abilities of Zoro and my English teacher

#langblr blog #langblr #language blog #language learning #studyblr #study tips