#bidoof answers

[bidoofenergy]

1 for can’t help but lose my focus? 👀❤️

hehe hi travvy!! 1. write a scene from can't help but lose my focus from another character's perspective

the hat that kid gave jimmy is so good it's entirely worth the lecture he knows security will give him later for accepting something from a random fan--even if it was just a little girl, so excited to be so close to the team. and she had looked so happy when he put it on!

that cheer caries jimmy through his press conference, made even better by the response from the room as he goofed around with the hat. and then it's over and tango didn't ask a single question

jimmy slips away from the manager before she--or a hovering grian--can stop him. he doesn't especially like mingling after a conference (people love to try to sneak extra questions) but tango didn't ask a single question.

"tango!" he calls, trying to weave through the crowd as they file out. "impulse!" thankfully, they hear him.

"hey kid," tango calls back, which--well, jimmy doesn't love to hear it. even if he is wearing a silly fluffy hat and can't make himself let go of the little paws. but the way tango's looking at him makes up for it a little, fond.

"good game today!" impulse says, as he gets pulled into a conversation with a reporter jimmy doesn't know.

"thanks!" jimmy turns to tango and absolutely does not pout--because he's in a hallway full of press and cameras and gossips. he can feel grian's glare from all the way down the hall. "you didn't have a question for me today."

"i did not." tango agrees. jimmy loses the war against the pout. tango doesn't even sound a little sorry. he made plenty of good calls today! there was plenty of time for tango to ask a question--especially instead of that ridiculously long-winded one about player trades. like jimmy is ever allowed to talk about trades.

"i like your questions," he says, even though he knows it's a stupid thing to say.

tango laughs, but he's still looking at jimmy fondly. "i don't think i ever liked anything the press asked me when i was playing." of course--most of the press are assholes. but most of the press aren't tango. how can jimmy make it any clearer?

"maybe... it's about who's asking the questions..." he says, letting himself sway closer to tango, letting his voice trail off suggestively.

and then grian interrupts, a perfectly timed "timmy!" cutting over everyone's conversations. jimmy nearly swears. grian better not complain about his crush on tango after interrupting him like this--and with that stupid nickname that he refuses to drop too! like tango needs to know another embarrassing thing about jimmy.

but a quick glance at grian--and their pissed off manager--tells jimmy he's not winning this round. "captain's calling," he sighs. he nods at impulse, who turned around at grian's yell. "see ya impulse."

tango and impulse wave as he backs up. "bye tango," he says, trying to keep his eyes on tango for as long as grian will let him get away with.

"see ya jimmy," tango says back. jimmy doesn't let go of the paws but squeezes them in quick succession so the ears flip-flop in a goodbye. tango's whole face contorts with a barely suppressed smile. jimmy will count it as a win.

[fanfic author ask game]

[dailypokepolls]

[sincerely-sofie]

Doofy fashion? Draw bidoof with your eyes closed.

Golly! Uncolored lineart I’m absurdly proud of below the cut!

I did good :0

[stygiansauce]

hehe i’m having the time of my life w all these aus and sneak peaks … wondering if i could throw my own sports au into the mix of summer sports fun? but im not entirely sure how to do that… staying anon cuz i have nothing concrete right now but how does one get their aus out there! love ur stuff always ty for postinggg :D its making me more active on tumblr lol

Hey babe!!!

Its far too late at night for me to be replying to asks so bear with my brain <3

Of course you can hop on the sports au summer band wagon!! Its just something we started for funzies, its not regulated or anything.

We have a few haha funny rules that are unofficial and not at all required, but all the current authors are tossing in. Like locker room kiss scene and age gap ranchers. So go ham!! Write, draw, edit. Anything :D

When it comes to sharing your work and spreading an au, the first thing to do is yap. Use the tumblr tag system!! Any of my snippets are decent examples of how those work (im also learning still).

Once you get interactions. Reply! Follow people back! Make friends! Yap about au with friends in comments and tags and eventually you'll find more friends!

That's what I did at least! I interacted with other people's aus and posted my own stuff too. I think the number one thing to remember though, is that creating art is personal. Make it for you and if other people like it? Awesome! If they dont, that's okay you made it for you.

Good luck on your sports au summer adventures!!! I cant wait to see what pops up in the tag

[redscorpiocat]

💝🌟Bidoof 🌟💝

[canadianlucifer]

Um...

Hiya tumblr take my uquiz

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

I love your pokemon world building!!! it's practical in a way that just feels right — realistic and not hyperrealistic, yk? your thoughts on pokemon crosses are also super interesting!

some questions about that: which parent determines the offspring pokemon? (in the rattata examples, the offspring is a rattata and not eg. a bidoof.) can hybrid pokemon have offspring? (maybe some hybrid pokemon from closely related species/types/egg groups can, but others that are less compatible can't?) are hybrid pokemon considered "competition legal"?

you got my imagination spinning! thank you for sharing your art!!!!

I was gonna draw something to illustrate my answers but (gestures at the horrors) I guess that's not gonna happen

Which parent determines the offspring pokemon?

I'm going by how the game mechanics work, so it'll always be the mother. It makes sense too, imagine a skitty mom carrying a wailord egg

Can hybrid pokemon have offsprings?

Yeah, on account of not making this as complicated as real life hybridization, I'm treating the hybrids as their mothers' species. So two half-and-half hybrids will make a half-and-half offspring, not ¼ everything. Otherwise I play by game mechanics, pokemon can only breed within their egg group

Are hybrid pokemon competition legal?

Yeah, league rules are as inclusive as possible to make sure any teenager can have a chance, and purebred pokemon are too expensive and gatekeep-y

[waywardstation]

Don't Fall Asleep

Chapter 3

Ingo plays a card game with Akari while staying with her for a second night. They both hope everything goes as well as the first night.

FINALLY the chapter where Ingo and Akari find out what's really going on!!

CHAPTER 2 HERE

OR read on AO3!

BE AWARE this chapter involves a scene where Ingo experiences a fabricated death, and how it feels is described in an adequate amount of detail, if you as the reader want to be wary of or avoid that.

Enjoy!

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“Ok, next one. Would you rather…” Akari squinted at the card’s small print before blurting out a laugh. “A, perpetually feel itchy, or B, always feel like you’re about to sneeze?”

“Oh,” Ingo shook his head, laughing a little with her. “Both are horrible!” He thought about it intently, leaning his elbows against the table and resting his chin against his clasped hands.

The two of them sat at a table Akari had pulled out near her irori, surrounded by game cards scattered about from the many previous rounds before. The sun had long since set, and dinner had been finished a couple hours back; with Ingo’s tattered uniform folded up on top of his makeshift bed and Akari’s extra layers tucked away in her dresser, they had gotten comfortable, and had nothing left to do but play the game until they decided to sleep – which Ember had already since done, curled up and listening to them both from where she lay curled up in the blankets on Akari’s bed. 

“Hmmm… alright, I’ve got my answer.”

Akari then considered the pair of cards in her hand. Ingo could tell she was trying very hard to think like him and try and figure out his choice — if she guessed this one correctly, she’d win the game. She only needed one more point, but then again, he did too, so it was close.

Finally Akari picked out the second one, presenting it to Ingo; it had the letter ‘A’ on it.

“Incorrect!” He announced, causing Akari to smack her hands against the table enthusiastically (And inadvertently scare Ember out of her sleepy stupor).

“What? No way! You’d seriously rather need to sneeze forever?” She shouted at him. “That’s horrible!”

“It sounds favorable compared to constantly scratching at an itch that will not go away!” Ingo couldn’t keep his laugh out of his voice. “I just couldn’t go with that option.”

“Yeah, well, if you feel like you’re always about to sneeze, you’re always gonna be walking around taking those weird deep breaths and gasping,” Akari shot back at him, before imitating the buildup to a sneeze with dramatized expressions and noises. “Ah, ah, agh-! See? You’d look insane!”

Ingo only laughed again at her display, shaking his head. “Then it’s good that this is only a hypothetical choice, right? Alright, next one.”

He leaned forward to reach for the next card in the pile, holding it close to read it.

“Would you rather… wake up one day as A, a Slowpoke, or B, a Magikarp?” Ingo made a face at the question. “Hmm.”

“Oh, this one’s hard,” Akari hunched forward, face scrunched as she tried to decide. “Uhh… ok. I got it!”

Ingo then looked at his pair of choice cards. If he got this one right, he’d win. If not, Akari would have another chance to do so. He did not mind either outcome. With a bit of uncertainty, he held up the ‘B’ card.

“Nope!” Akari raised her hands up. “Wrong!”

“Well to be fair, I couldn’t recall what a ‘slowpoke’ was in order to properly assess,” Ingo excused himself.

“Oh, dang-” The celebration died down as Akari realized. Another card, while few and far between, had mentioned something that he couldn’t recognize. She should have picked up on that and discarded it or explained, but she had gotten too into the game, and Ingo never pointed it out, preferring to guess rather than stop everything just to have her explain. “You should have told me! They’re like these little pink guys. Uh, imagine like, if a bidoof was shaved.” She kept thinking. “And if it had a long tail. And big eyes, and curly ears, and these tiny pointy teeth!”

Ingo made a face at the horrific creature his mind conjured up. The description sounded sort of familiar, but surely what he imagined was much more hideous than the actual thing. 

“And you’d prefer that over a Magikarp? You’d have the opportunity to evolve into Gyarados.” He was well aware of Akari’s admiration for big, powerful Pokémon.

“Ok yeah, but Slowpoke’s evolutions have one thing that Gyarados doesn’t.” Akari held her hands up off the table, flexing her fingers open and closed. “Hands! Opposable digits!”

“Alright, fair point.” Ingo would also prefer those to fins regardless of how big or strong he’d be, he supposed. He’d have to ask if Akari could draw these Pokémon out for him later, but for now, he just set the card aside with the others. “Your turn to draw.”

“I’m gonna get this one right, prepare to lose!” Akari grabbed up the next card from the stack and held it close, like she didn’t want Ingo peeking before she read it – as if that would change anything. “Would you rather A, get married with clown makeup on your face, or B, give a huge speech on stage in your swimsuit?”

“Every card is just presenting two equally horrific scenarios!” Though he was more amused with it all than opposed to it. Repeating them to himself quietly, Ingo then weighed the options in his head. “Alright, I’ve got my answer.”

Looking down at her choice cards, Akari went between them, thinking hard again. She really wanted to get this one right and win, Ingo could tell as he waited and watched her. Finally, the teen held up the ‘B’ card for him to see.

Ingo let the tension hang for a moment before he clapped his hands together, a smile in his eyes. “Correct!”

“Really?” Akari gawked, as if she had expected to be wrong, but that quickly gave way to joy. “Yes!” 

But then joy gave way to mirthful curiosity; Akari leaned against the table with a big grin, thoroughly entertained with Ingo’s choice. “So you’d seriously rather do the swimsuit speech over the clown makeup wedding?”

“I have publicly spoken enough times by now to find it the significantly less stressful option… even in these hypothetical circumstances. And I could deal with hiding behind a podium while I spoke, if it meant I didn’t have to frame and hang up the results of the wedding photography.” Ingo defended his pick. “I am surprised you’re surprised, seeing as you bet on that choice.”

“I guessed! I didn’t know!” 

The earnest confession made Ingo laugh. He reached forward to begin collecting the cards. “Well, you won the game regardless, so congratulations to you, Miss Akari.”

“Can we play again?” Despite asking, Akari began to help Ingo, grabbing her piles and handing them to him as he stacked them all together. “One more game?”

Ingo considered it. While it was admittedly a very enjoyable game, and quick to play between only two people, it was getting late (the game’s addictiveness was entirely to blame, he was genuinely having fun), and unlike Akari, he did not adapt as well to altered sleeping hours – something he couldn’t let get any worse being as exhausted as he already was. “As enjoyable as it is, perhaps tomorrow we can continue; it may be best to mind our sleep schedules now.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course – I’m sorry.” The disappointment was superficial, quickly dissipating as Akari realized that Ingo had had sleep on his mind since this morning. He needed to get to bed.

Ingo handed Akari the full deck of cards, and she packed them away back into their box. Pushing her chair back, she got to her feet and went to put it away in her unit’s storage chest. They did play like, five games anyways, and she was kind of tired too. “But if we play again tomorrow, we gotta do it with Rei and the Professor, and Zisu too! I need to know how they’d answer some of these!”

As Akari put the game away, Ingo went to pick up the lanterns that they had set on the table.

“Done?” He looked over as Akari closed and locked the container. She nodded, so Ingo blew the set of lanterns out, one after the other. The room first dimmed, then darkened entirely, save for the few weak embers glowing in the sandpit.

The wood flooring creaked quietly as they headed for their beds. Akari gently lifted up a sleeping Ember just enough to slide beneath her covers, and Ingo moved his folded coat and hat over to get under his own blankets.

“I like these sleepovers,” Akari yawned from across the room. “We gotta do them more often. It’s more fun when one of us isn’t sick.”

She had a point, as most of the times he’d stayed over here, or she’d stayed with him, it had been when one of them had come down with something, and the other had come over to help out. Or when unfavorable weather had prevented them from getting back to their own places. Though, it seemed Akari had forgotten that he wasn’t staying over tonight just to play cards, he was staying here out of her own hopes that company and a different sleeping environment would prevent another instance of his recurring nightmare. So in a way, it sort of still felt the same.

“We can certainly schedule more in the future.” Was all he said instead.

"Goodnight, Ingo.” “Goodnight, Miss Akari.”

He had expected that to be it, but after a moment he heard Akari again in the darkness, quieter. “I hope being here, you sleep ok again tonight.”

So she hadn’t forgotten.

“Thank you, I hope so too.”

He really, really hoped so.

Ingo turned onto his side and pulled the blankets over his shoulder, up to his neck. His heavy eyes glanced around the dark room again – the simple walls, the wooden flooring, and the irori with its heated sandpit. It all didn't feel as foreign as the night before. There was no reason to feel guarded.

Ingo closed his eyes and settled into his pillow. Despite being hesitant about staying tonight, he was grateful for the company, and for the game that kept his mind entertained and focused on fun things. He was comfortable and relaxed. Last night was ok. Tonight would also be ok, and tomorrow would be too. 

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Darkness, at some point, gave way to dim light.

Ingo sat up, rubbing his eyes again as the familiar sound of the starlys’ morning songs reached his ears. He looked over to see waking light filtering through the unit’s window, and once again Akari and Ember still laid fast asleep under it, curled up together.

Another night had been kind to him it seemed, and for that he was grateful. Very, very grateful.

Leaning into his knees, Ingo sat there in his gratitude, taking in the gentle sounds of the morning until he became aware of the dull, empty ache in his stomach. He glanced over at Akari a second time — she had wanted him to make those pancakes again, hadn’t she? Now would be a good time to start on that.

As quietly as he could, Ingo once again got up, got dressed, and slipped through the door to head over to Choy’s store for some fresh ingredients.

The air was crisp in the way only early mornings could make it as Ingo closed the door behind him, and stepped out onto Jubilife’s street. There were a few people out and about as usual under the pink sky, and Tuli and Ginter were just pulling their Ginkgo Guild cart into its usual spot as he made his way across the road. Reaching Choy’s storefront, he began to assess the various boxes of berries that had been set out.

“Good morning, Warden Ingo!” As Ingo browsed the wares, Choy greeted him. Giving a glance to Ingo’s product of interest, the shopkeeper walked closer. “Back again already; returning for a repeat purchase, I’m assuming?”

“Good morning, Choy. You are correct,” Ingo nodded his head. “Same as yesterday, I’d like a-”

Ingo stopped as something fluttered sporadically from under his rib cage. It pressed noticeably before relaxing, leaving a tingling heat to fade into the flesh around it.

“-Ahem!” Ingo coughed into his fist reflexively, and Choy gave him a rightfully concerned look. He stood there for a moment, then tried again. “Apologies. I um, I’d like a fourth pound of oran berries, and some of those c- ghk-”

The Something pushed again, hard. Ingo’s hand went to the hot pressure beneath his sternum, clutching a fistful of his tunic as he leaned forward against the boxes. It wasn’t so kind as to relax this time, instead cramping tighter with another breath, another beat of his heart.

“Warden?” Choy was reaching out to him now, but Ingo reflexively stepped back for a reason he couldn’t even explain. He choked again and the cramp twisted with another wave of pain, pulling everything attached inside with it. Every breath was tightening it. It was like his heart was-

A heart attack.

He was having a heart attack, wasn’t he?

What else could it be? Was this what it really felt like? He didn’t know.

This couldn’t happen to him — he was healthy. Wasn’t he? He was young… enough. Surely. He had no pre-existing medical conditions. None that he’d known about, at least. Right? 

He didn’t know. He couldn’t know. He’d lost all that out in the berating snow he’d woken up in. The sudden realization sent a bolt of fear through his chest, which only seized another heartbeat into cramping against the twisted tightness.

A crowd of Jubilife’s villagers were suddenly around him as he took another step back into the street; he hadn’t noticed them gathering. Ingo sank to his knees, and hands too concerned with grasping at the bloated blaze in his chest couldn’t catch him when he collapsed over onto his side. To his horror, the circle that had gathered only moved away to make room for him. 

A painful gasp, filling lungs squishing the fragile, failing, distended heart against his breastbone. They were all just standing there, staring down at him. And he could do nothing but stare back from where he laid against the ground, a sideways view of just their legs. 

He was aware they were talking all around him, but he couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. He was too busy clutching at the still-tightening cords inside his chest.

Why was nobody helping him?

…No one could help this. Pesselle was probably just several yards away inside the Galaxy Hall, but she wouldn’t have what he’d need to stop this. What he’d need to be saved. No one in Hisui did. He was going to die out here on the street, a spectacle. Did he know anyone in the crowd? It hurt so bad inside him. Akari was going to find him like this. Probably after everything had already… happened.

“Augh-!” Ingo gasped as it pulled again, hot agony pulsing in another wave. His ribcage was compressing another swell, his lungs twisting with it. It felt too big. His body reflexively curled with the pull, as if that would lessen the searing strain. 

Wait, wait, please — He wasn’t ready yet. This was too sudden. He had so many people he couldn’t leave yet, so many things he still had to do and say, all of them suddenly nothing but blanks in his collapsing mind.

As Ingo blinked the stinging tears from his eyes, he saw it. Behind the spaces of the crowd that had gathered who stood slanted in his sideways view, just a few feet away, were the legs.

The gangly, stretched black legs. Standing in a way where they were perfectly aligned with his tilted view against the ground. As if it was the rest of the world that was slanted, not its broken stance. 

The legs exceeded his failing vision, jutting up to the left and out of his field of view. They just kept going, leaving him unable to see the body they were connected to. Their direction went right into a building anyways, if he had his placement right. What he was seeing just couldn’t work. 

But they were there.

This thing was here with him. Watching him. 

“Would you rather.” A voice he could suddenly hear, whispering right in the ear that was pressed against the ground. Ingo couldn’t even turn his head – it would pull everything inside even tighter with it. “A, this happen here, in front of everyone? Or B, out on the mountain when no one is with you?”

The bloated bundle in his chest, already straining too tight, twisted again. Amongst the fire searing everything inside his chest, something tore.

“AHGK!” Halfway between a choke and a cry, Ingo recoiled. Something that was suddenly tangled tightly around him constricted with his movements, and wood cracked hard against him as another horrific scream rang out to his right.

“Ingo!” It was Akari’s voice he realized, shrill and panic-stricken as he gasped where he lay. Ember was yowling. Everything was so dark, he couldn’t see. He felt hands grab his side within a moment, yanking on him to pull him over onto his back. Had she finally come outside and found him? “What? What?” 

Turning his head, Ingo blinked hard, and the darkness gave way to both Akari’s form, leaning over him and looking scared out of her minds. Ember was still howling and pacing around the room, set off. He was lying against the wooden floorboards of her unit, covered in cold sweat and tangled in all the blankets that had made up where he slept. The still-night sky poured weak ambient light into the room through the window, and rain beat hard on the roof above them, just like the sensation buzzing in his chest. B-bmp. B-bmp. B-bmp-

He was still in Akari’s unit. And it was very early in the morning, if not the middle of the night.

“Akari-!” A gasp more than a sentence, Ingo blinked through the residual tears meant for the pain as his heart refused to stop pounding — a particularly scary sensation at the moment. He was flooded with emotions; relief that it wasn’t real and he was alive. Frustration that he had once again been subjected to such torment. Shame that he had done this in front of Akari again, at such a time of the night when he’d startled her out of sleep. And profound terror that it had been different this time, and had felt so authentic, so painful. 

It was all so overwhelming to realize.

It had happened again. 

Despite changing his environment to feel more at ease, to escape the dread, it had happened again. 

And it had changed to fit the location. It had taken the game, something that had been a comfort, a reprieve, and twisted it.

It had maintained feeling realistic. The thoughts, the sensations were all so vivid, so visceral.

“I’m so sorry, I thought-! ” Ingo sucked in a deep breath through tight teeth, holding his chest as he tried to sit up. There was no pain anymore, but he could still feel the sensation. He had died just moments ago. “My heart-!”

“Is this what it’s doing to you?” Her appalled reaction only brought another swell of remorse that she had to witness this. This was so much worse than what she’d seen at The Wallflower, and he knew it. This was exactly what he was afraid would happen. “Ingo, this is- this is… horrible! I didn’t know it was like this!” 

Another lingering tear slipped out as Akari wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Ingo held her back with one arm reluctantly, feeling her head press against his shoulder — he didn’t want her to feel his heart still hammering inside his chest. He kneaded his free hand against it.

Ember was still upset. Growling, she whipped around and yowled in their general direction, looking around restlessly with her quills sticking up.

“It’s ok, Ember!” Akari reached out and pulled her partner Pokémon close between them. “It’s ok!”

Ember pressed against them both, quills still raised but reducing her aggression to a low growling. She turned in the small space and pressed her forehead against Ingo’s side, huffing. She stayed stiff like that, staring around the room with her head against him, but thankfully it seemed she had calmed down. Akari turned her attention back to Ingo and held him tightly, letting him process and giving him a chance to calm down and say something. But when he didn’t, and it became clear he wouldn’t break the now-heavy quiet that was just stretching out longer and longer, she decided she would. 

“…I’m sorry you had to go through that again.”

The warden stared right through the floor with distant eyes. With half his mind still floundering somewhere else, he left her hanging in silence for longer than he meant to. He sputtered when he finally realized. 

“No, no… it was,” He sucked in a breath, a stalled understanding finally clicking on what she was referring to. “different this time.” Another pause, wondering if he should go further. “I believe I was once again led down the wrong tracks. This isn’t a recurring nightmare.”

Akari pulled back to look him in his eyes. “What?”

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“Here, it’s not as good as what you can do, but it’s the best thing I can make.”

With Ember curled up comfortably in his lap as he mindlessly pet her, Ingo tilted his head up to see a cup of steaming tea in one of Akari’s hands, and a full plate staring back at him from the other – A large helping of fluffy yellow eggs and crispy pan-cooked shredded potatoes, the latter of which she’d salted generously. 

Scrambled eggs and hashbrowns, that’s what they were. Wow. That was something he hadn’t had, much less thought about, in… as long as he could remember.

“Thank you,” Ingo graciously took the cup and plate, staring down at the latter as Akari sat down beside him with her own. She didn’t sound too proud of the meal’s quality, but it looked plenty fine to him — he was so focused on it, he hadn’t even realized Ember still hadn’t left his lap for Akari’s.

After he’d woken everyone up four hours before the sun was set to rise, Ingo had known there was no going back to sleep. Not for anyone. Even though he felt like he hadn’t gotten any sleep in the first place, he was too nervous to do so, and Akari was too concerned to leave him alone.

So as the hours had passed, the both of them had sat together and talked about it by her irori, where the heated sand in the pit warmed them. Ember had even chosen Ingo’s lap as her place to curl up as opposed to Akari’s. The level of clinginess had been admittedly uncharacteristic and a little surprising, but Ingo had appreciated that she had wanted to comfort him. Only when the earliest glimmers of sunlight began to peek through the window did Akari get up and declare she would make breakfast today, telling Ingo to just sit back and relax.

And so with no strength to argue, he resigned himself to running his fingers through Ember’s warm fur as the teen began to prepare breakfast for them both. 

“Are you gonna work today?” Akari asked in between mouthfuls of egg and potato.

“No. My schedule at the dojo is open for the day.” A rather short reply for the considerable amount of time it took to answer. “So I am slated to depart for the highlands, to visit Lady Sneasler and her kits.”

“Mmm.” Akari hummed in acknowledgement. She was being careful with him, talking carefully. She had been since his nightmare, and a part of him was disappointed that he’d made her feel like she had to do that. “Can I come with you?”

Or B, out on the mountain when no one is with you?

Ingo’s eyes hardened, tearing the phrase out of his head with a harsh mental rebuke and crushing it. He then turned to consider Akari’s offer, softening. “Yes. Your company would be appreciated. Thank you.”

“Of course.” Akari spoke into her hot cup of tea as she took a sip, careful again. Ingo began to eat, and they were quiet until he set his empty plate down beside him, and went back to petting Ember again.

“Do you still not know why it’s happening?”

It was asked with a reserved voice. Ingo knew it was coming from a place of wanting to help, but being scared it would pressure him to open up to her about something he maybe wouldn’t want to. Perhaps about some unshared traumatic event that had possibly happened recently.

That was not the case, and as morbid as it sounded, Ingo didn’t know if he was thankful for that or not. It gave no possible reason or explanation for this suddenly happening, and no hints about how to diminish or get rid of it. And that’s what bothered him the most. “No. I don’t. None of it makes any sense to me.”

The first true instance of these nightmares had dup up the raw, forcefully-buried memory of a horrific accident and intensified it horribly. But this one, it had reached down so deep that it had dredged up a fear from the very pit of his stomach, so visceral yet dormant, he hadn’t even been aware he feared it – the possibility of suffering a failure of health that Hisui had neither the technology or knowledge to save him from.

Now that it had been pulled to the forefront of his mind, it terrified him.

What was he possibly going to experience next? What could be worse than that? Ingo didn’t know, but he was stricken with the notion that his brain could somehow find the answer. Why was his mind turning on him so viciously?

It was all over the place, except for one thing. There was one constant.

Those legs. That stretched out Somebody that he could never see. It had been there with him again.

What was that even supposed to be? Was it someone he was supposed to know? Was that why he couldn’t see the rest of them? Was it possibly the man who looked like him? No, NO. That immediately felt wrong.

So then, what was it supposed to be? A representational figment of death? Did his subconscious think he was going to die soon?

“The only recurring thing, the only constant has been this… well, has been these legs.” Ingo forced words out of his mouth, so that he could focus on those instead of the ones spiraling down in his head. “These last few instances, I’ve seen something standing close by to me.” And every time he had spotted it, it happened to be closer to him than the last. “But I’m afraid I can never see anything clearly past the legs. They’re just too long, and too dark to make out.”

There was no response, just silence, and Ingo thought he’d have to return to the horrors swimming in his head. Maybe he’d started delving into things he shouldn’t with her.

“Legs?” Akari finally reiterated. The amount of concern in her voice caught Ingo off guard.

“Yes,” Not knowing what else to say, Ingo turned to see Akari was now staring right at him, and Ember had raised her head up, the first movement she’d made since she first settled onto his lap.

“Did it have one big eye?” Suddenly not at all careful or gentle anymore, Akari pointed at one of her own, shutting the other for emphasis. 

“Uh-”

“-Or what looked like a neck full of these huge, thick red teeth?” She next pointed at her neck, exposing it by tilting her head up.

“I don’t… know-”

“-Or like this weird, long white hair that’s stuck up above it?” She raised both arms straight above her head.

“I- yes- yes, it had that, I believe-” Ingo was growing genuinely unnerved. She was acting like she knew what this was.

“But you’re not-” Akari stopped herself and studied him with scrutiny. “You said it happens every few nights? The last time you had one was last night, then two nights before that was uh, the other one,” She was trying to construct a timeline in her head. “When did you have a nightmare before that?”

“I don’t know,” Ingo looked down at his fingers, trying to solidify the hazy math in his head. “I know the night before the nightmare involving Draugr, I was alright. And… the night before that was fine as well. But I believe the night before that I had a- well, I wouldn’t say it was a nightmare. Perhaps more of a premonitory dream-”

“So then that’s three nights,” Akari kept track for him, though she spoke slowly, as if trying to keep track of something herself. “Was the next gap between the nightmares four nights?”

Ingo thought about it for a while, muttering to himself to recount the events and count with his fingers. His frown pulled when he stopped, concerned with the answer, though not understanding why past the fact that Akari had guessed it. “I believe so… yes. It was.”

“Oh man,” Akari stood up and began pacing and shaking her hands out, which only fed Ingo’s unease as he watched her. “Oh man. Oh man, Ingo-”

“What?” 

“-I know what this is!” She didn’t stop pacing as she talked. “This is a Pokémon! You were right the first time! That’s why Ember was so worked up, she could tell it was there! Ember-!” Akari gestured to the now-alert quilava. “-That’s why she hasn’t left your side, she knows! These- these nightmares! The nights in between getting closer together, it’s all like a countdown! At least, I think it is- I mean, I know what’s supposed to happen at the end of all this, I just didn’t know it came on gradually-”

“What kind of Pokémon would cause something like this?” Ingo tried to get her back on track before she spiraled too far. He didn’t know what she was talking about, and all this buildup was scaring him — had he not been taking this as seriously as he should have? Akari’s own reaction wasn’t helping. He couldn’t recall a Pokémon that could do all of this to a person, but he also knew he had lost knowledge of many, many Pokémon that he either hadn’t personally encountered here in Hisui, or that Akari hadn’t described to him, just like the Slowpoke from last night. Was this one of these Pokémon?

“Does Darkrai sound familiar to you?”

His gut recognized it in a way his brain did not, telling him that this Pokémon and what it was doing to him was serious, but not being able to explain why. “Um, Somewhat-”

“It’s a Pokémon that makes people have these terrible nightmares!” Akari barely gave him a chance to finish his sentence, spilling out her explanation now. “It like, enters your dreams while you sleep, and turns them into nightmares! I think it feeds off of them, or thrives, I can’t remember- but it will keep people asleep and put them through nightmares that don’t end-!”

“Akari-” Ingo attempted to get her to slow down.

“-But you keep waking up after them! You’re not stuck! But you’re so tired, and they’re happening closer together; maybe it just keeps deciding to return to you, or maybe it’s like, counting down – the nights are like perfectly following a pattern! And then you’ll- uhm, we need Cresselia, the feathers-!”

Another Pokémon that only sparked a glimmer of familiarity. Ingo couldn’t keep up with all of this, but it sounded like she was saying this thing was invading his brain and exploiting his worst fears to harvest them, and that it was only going to get worse from here. “Akari, please, I can’t understand-”

“Ingo, if you go back to sleep, you’re not gonna wake up this time!” Akari stopped pacing now, turning on her heels to face him.”The pattern, it’s- the next day is tomorrow! It has to be tomorrow! It’s going to keep you asleep, stuck in a nightmare that keeps going on and on indefinitely! And I don’t have a feather, and Cresselia isn’t here, and-”

Akari’s words gradually blurred at the edges as sleep deprivation pressed on it. He didn’t understand what she was talking about but he knew that he had known at one point. And this thing , it was eating his mind. His mind, when turned against him like this, terrified him. It was an inaccessible vault that kept everything about him out of his reach. But this thing, it could go in there and find whatever it wanted – worries, fears, insecurities, trauma – and twist it into just the right shapes to reach down deep and activate the most raw, visceral, and ghastly reactions it could ever want. 

It already had. Twice.  

This thing looked for weakness, and uncertainties in the psyche. And Ingo, in this broken, empty state Hisui had left him in, was a man with many more uncertainties than he was even aware of.

No wonder it had attached itself to him like a parasite. No wonder it kept coming back to him.

“-Ingo. Ingo!”

The static lifted, and Ingo’s thoughts gave way to the worried teen shaking his shoulder.

“Ingo, you cannot go back to sleep.” Akari’s expression was firm now. More confident, more sure of herself. “Do. Not. Go. To. Sleep. Ok? Not until we figure this out.”

The thought of forgoing even more sleep already made his poor, exhausted body ache for it, but the thought of experiencing all of this without end was as unbearable as it was terrifying. Ingo blinked, frazzled. “Alright. I will keep my engines running.”

“Ok, good.” Akari then pulled out her Pokéball and held it out. “Come on, Ember.”

Jumping down off Ingo’s lap, Ember returned compliantly. Ingo wondered if she was going somewhere when she pulled on his coat, urging him to get up and follow. “Now you and me, we’re going to the Professor’s office to see if we can find anything on Cresselia, and where to find it.”

[yamujiburo]

OK SO I HAVE TO ASK

I play competitive Pokemon TCG and I loved path to the peak. Lot of competitive players do! I've come up with tons of jokes imagining our Pokemon on a battle field like the cartoon, like a bidoof knocking out a Charizard ex (or trying to).

But my main question here is if you can answer, did they tell you cards before release? The oddish promo for league is a given sure, but I noticed some of the cards wouldn't be out by the time you likely started the process. I realized this when I thought of the fact animation (another thing I love) takes a long time from A to B! And if they did let you see cards early what did that feel like?

Idk why but I've been following a while and it's been itching my brain! I realized I could try and ask!

We had a TCG consultant who laid out decks and existing cards for us to use that would make sense but there were a few where we could just make up our own cards! But they didn’t tell us any of the new releases while we were working on it in 2022

I’m sure the design teams were more involved with that stuff after we (the boarding teams) were offboarded tho!

[bidoofenergy]

praise kink jimmy anon (lmao what a name) here just to say I am still thinking about your footballer ranchers au. it bewitches me

(I think they should play football together on an empty field at some point. Just the two of them. Maybe it rains. Maybe the pitch is slippery and the ball is muddy and they’re not even wearing proper shoes and they slip and fall in love and laughter. Maybe jimmy punts the ball too hard and hits tango square in the nose (not for lack of skill but because tango’s shirt was rain slicked and clinging to his chest and oh god tango may not be professional level anymore but it’s clear he still takes care of himself, still plays). Maybe I just want to see bloody nose tango and a frantic Jimmy profusely apologizing and tango switching to his soft sweet gentle tone to say “it’s okay it’s okay Jimmy. I’m okay” and maybe they need to stare into each others eyes and almost kiss and panicky pull back. Maybe I need them to pine and angst about it all night. Jimmy choked with guilt and shame and haunted by the image of rain soaked tango and bloody faced lips parted tango and gently reassuring tango comforting him like a frightened bird.)

Sorry I blacked out again in your inbox — uhhh ranchers yeah.

hi anon this ask fucking haunts me in my dreams. god im just imaging this.... here's my pitch back to you:

it's not an empty pitch, it's nearly an hour after an important match. they made it to semis or something. it's started to rain, just a gentle drizzle, but the team and the crowd are still hyped. and jimmy's still on the pitch, maybe he got a ball boy to let him take a ball, maybe passed it back and forth with the kid just for the hell of it (does he want kids does he want to work with kids god what is he going to do once he retires), until the kid has to run off and he starts juggling the ball to minor applause. and this is when tango walks by, done with the immediate post-match interview but before he has to go back upstairs for the post-match show. and there are cameras for sure but jimmy cant resist the urge to pass the ball to tango, soft and easy cos he's not ready for it. but tango collects it so smoothly, incredible ball control that's all muscle memory, years and years of playing. and without talking, tango and jimmy start passing the ball back and forth. jimmy is exhausted and tango is old (he's 43) so he's being nice, but tango seems to want to make him work for it, kicking just a little too hard, aiming for right outside jimmy's reach. to anyone else he might look out of practice but jimmy is looking dead in his eyes, at the smirk on his face. tango's not out of practice. and yeah the rain's getting jimmy wet but honestly it's hard to tell where the sweat ends and the rainwater begins and his kit is made of the fancy sweatwicking stuff, the kind of fabric that water just beads off of. but tango's polite button-down is slowly soaking through, clinging to his arms and chest and stomach, and the athlete in jimmy starts wondering what his workout routine is but the twink in him is drowning all that out with the horniest thoughts known to man

and that's when he kicks the ball right into tango's face and rushes to apologize, trying to check in wihtout letting his hands linger for too long--and god tango looks so hot with blood on his lip it's just like that photo of him from that one fight he got in that he still refuses to talk about--and oh no people are trying to get a better look at what's happening and they have their phones out--and tango's scruff feels so good under his hands wonder where else it would feel good--and oh shit here comes grian--

jimmy has to make an official tweet to clear everything up. and if after that he scrolls through his mentions to look at a million different angles of him gently cradling tango's face.... that's between him and his screentime

[pokepollsters]

Little Cup Stats- March 2025

Each of our Little Cup Polls this month were suggested by someone different! But they all posed an interesting question to answer- and here's how the answers stack up. Hope you enjoy more stats, and don't forget to submit your own Little Cup Poll suggestions if you have them!

Week #9 (Mascots)

Our first question this month gave us a look into a world without Pikachu as the series mascot! 3 Pokémon have been named by the developers as potential mascots had they not chosen Pikachu, and it was our task to pick between them. This was how it played out after 461 votes:

Psyduck- 29.3%, 135 votes

Clefairy- 46.6%, 215 votes

Poliwhirl- 21.9%, 101 votes

See results- 2.2%, 10 votes

And adjusted after discounting those who couldn't choose:

Psyduck- 29.9%

Clefairy- 47.7%

Poliwhirl- 22.4%

And in visual form:

Clefairy is the clear winner! The Water Types just couldn't compete with Clefairy's cute charm!

Week #10 (Eeveelutions)

The only question this month posed by me, I was curious to know just how many people like to use the Eeveelutions- and how many of them you've each used at one point or another! There were 567 votes, and this was how it looked:

0- 4.2%, 24 votes

1- 6.7%, 38 votes

2- 7.4%, 42 votes

3- 12.3%, 70 votes

4- 11.6%, 66 votes

5- 9.9%, 56 votes

6- 7.2%, 41 votes

7- 4.9%, 28 votes

8- 32.1%, 182 votes

See Results- 3.5%, 20 votes

When we remove those who couldn't vote for whatever reason, the adjusted numbers are:

0- 4.4%

1- 7%

2- 7.7%

3- 12.8%

4- 12.1%

5- 10.2%

6- 7.5%

7- 5.1%

8- 33.3%

And that visually looks like this-

So exactly a third of our voters have used all of Eevee's delightful evolutions! And approximately speaking, the other thirds have each used 0-3 Eeveelutions, or 4-7 Eeveelutions.

Week #11 (Star-Shaped Pokémon)

Further into the month, we had another question of which Pokémon you preferred over others! This time though, the selection was based on shape- the shape of a star! These stellar Pokémon all wanted your vote, and this is how it went after 738 votes:

Cleffa- 6.2%, 46 votes

Clefairy- 8.7%, 64 votes

Clefable- 2.8%, 21 votes

Staryu- 4.1%, 30 votes

Starmie- 8.3%, 61 votes

Solrock- 4.6%, 34 votes

Jirachi- 38.6%, 285 votes

Minior- 26.2%, 193 votes

See Results- 0.5%, 4 votes

Now we'll adjust the percentages when we remove the indecisive votes, but let's also include an additional note for the totals when we group together evolution lines!

Cleffa- 6.3%

Clefairy- 8.7%

Clefable- 2.9%

Cleffa/Clefairy/Clefable Line- 17.8%, 131 votes

Staryu- 4.1%

Starmie- 8.3%

Staryu/Starmie Line- 12.4%, 91 votes

Solrock- 4.6%

Jirachi- 38.8%

Minior- 26.3%

In chart form, it looks like this:

So while there was strong competition, Jirachi was the favourite, and not even combining evolution lines could compare to it!

Week #12 (Early-Game Normal Types)

Our final poll of the month concerned those Normal Types you find early on in your adventure. Every Generation has at least 1, and some more than that! But which was the most popular one? There were 523 votes, and the results were:

Rattata- 3.4%, 18 votes

Sentret- 11.3%, 59 votes

Zigzagoon- 26.2%, 137 votes

Bidoof- 11.5%, 60 votes

Patrat- 1.3%, 7 votes

Lillipup- 14.9%, 78 votes

Bunnelby- 2.7%, 14 votes

Yungoos- 1.1%, 6 votes

Skwovet- 1.9%, 10 votes

Wooloo- 22%, 115 votes

Lechonk- 3.1%, 16 votes

See Results- 0.6%, 3 votes

After adjustment:

Rattata- 3.5%

Sentret- 11.3%

Zigzagoon- 26.3%

Bidoof- 11.5%

Patrat- 1.4%

Lillipup- 15%

Bunnelby- 2.7%

Yungoos- 1.2%

Skwovet- 1.9%

Wooloo- 22.1%

Lechonk- 3.1%

And in chart form:

So Zigzagoon reigns above all early Normal Types! Wooloo came close to toppling the throne, but it wasn't enough. Poor Yungoos and Patrat though, neither of their vote counts broke out of single digits!

Final Stats

And now the monthly stats. 2,282 votes were cast this month, down again from last month's 2,769 votes, with an average of 571 votes per poll! Likewise, this is a decrease from last month's average of 692 votes per poll. Seems these questions didn't capture quite as much attention as previous ones! This still keeps the overall Little Cup Poll average vote total at a respectable 700 though.

Looking at the voting trends, it seems an average amount of votes seems to be emerging, with certain polls getting a bit more attention than others every few weeks. We'll have to see if this holds true in the future.

And that's all for March! As always, thank you for voting, and I hope to see you all back here for more stats in another month's time. And as a final reminder, keep those poll suggestions coming- this series is nothing without your input!

Last month's stats!

[sincerely-sofie]

Omg I love Ruby

I'm not sure that the person who sent in her origin story quite understands how much I adore this girl. I love her so much. She's my baby. Oh my goodness gracious. She's such a good partner-in-crime for Opal and I can see these two forming an exploration team together when they grow up.

Team Smoke and Mirrors are some of the most well-known scouts there are in the exploration team world— they aren't the best of the best, but they're up there in skill, and Guildmaster Bidoof is always bragging that those two were apprenticed at his guild, and look at how they turned out! Yup yup, he's so proud to have been able to help them get their footing and send such a doggone wonderful team out into the world, gosh!

Chatot retired shortly before the Guild received their application papers, and he's slightly conflicted about that.

On the one hand, he'd like to resume his work and ensure they get a proper apprenticeship— while he's never met Ruby, he remembers when Twig brought a younger Opal to the Guild on a handful of occasions when her husband (Chatot shudders whenever he recalls the reality of who she married) was away on his own errands and she couldn't get a sitter for the day. He recalls Opal transforming into a downy little hatchling of his species during the first visit, and she was always in that form before Twig even came through the front doors on subsequent visits— when Bidoof casually mentioned the significance of this, Chatot was so emotional the rest of the day that he misfiled an embarrassing number of reports. He doubts Opal remembers him at all, but he'd be proud to keep her and her sister on the straight and narrow.

On the other hand, her and her sister are Twig's daughters. He barely survived ONE Twig. The thought of TWO of them being apprenticed simultaneously, let alone on a single team, is nearly enough to make his feathers go gray with just the thought.

[gaydiation-poisoning]

OKAY SO

Uh

My old out of date PMD Team post has been discovered and I think it's time I posted an updated one

Let's talk

✨TEAM GALAXY✨

Members:

Perdita (aka Perdi)

Gender: Female

Species: Cyndaquil

Age: 16(?)

Details:

Perdita is a smart cookie, small and kinda chubby with large round glasses.

She is obsessed with all things pokemon biology, to a slightly insane degree.

Quick as a whip at rooting out weaknesses, and absolutely CRACKED at sentry duty.

She can be a little blunt dry and sarcastic, which is off-putting to some. She also has a slight ego that can make her stubborn at times, but she's deeply empathetic and will often look out for others even to her own detriment.

Can't produce flames from her back at first, so attacks are weak, thus she prefers to stick to throwing items such as thorns, seeds, and orbs. (When she has her glasses anyway, she's blind as hell without them)

Darius

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Species: Rowlet

Details:

Darius is a bit of a cynical young man, lean and prefers to stand tall, overall friendly but likely to hold a grudge.

He doesn't know much about Pokémon, but he's incredibly agile and aware of his environment at all times. Highly likely to fight head on.

He's a crack shot with his feather darts, as if he'd been doing it his whole life. If given a target he's more than likely to hit the mark straight on.

Cannot fly early on due to an injured wing, thus tends to stick to the ground and has to get good with his footwork.

HOW THEY MET

Two pokemon awoke side by side on the beach, soaked in saltwater.

A Cyndaquil and a Rowlet, strangers, gripping each other's hands as if for dear life.

The pair pull apart, confused as to who the other is and why they were holding onto them. Neither can give an answer.

They exchange names, Perdita and Darius. They're good names, they both like the others.

As they talk they discover something odd, they both share the exact same story.

Both seem to have amnesia, they can remember nothing beyond their own names before waking up here,

And, most oddly, they both recall being human prior to this, with no idea how they suddenly appeared as talking pokemon.

Tucked beneath one wing the Rowlet holds something close to himself, a stone, emblazoned with an odd pattern. It isn't familiar to either of them, but neither is anything anymore.

So that's all they have between them, two eerily similar stories and an odd chunk of rock.

Eventually, deciding they'd rather not sit in the cold salty air any longer, they stand and wander off until they reach the nearest building, which luckily isn't too far away.

A large imposing tent towered over them, with a large wooden grate fitted into the ground. Darius attempted to approach when a harsh voice BELLOWED up from beneath them, both fearing hostility and frightened for their lives they fled back to the beach.

They catch their breath and try to discuss what to do, when a pair of pokemon whom they hadn't noticed tailing them pounced, knocking them aside and swiping the stone fragment before making their getaway.

Panicked at the loss of their one potential link to the past, Perdita and Darius give chase, stumbling through the winding corridors of Beach Cave as they figure out their new bodies and capabilities.

(Perdita in particular struggles, she can't see clearly and is certain she must have had glasses but they're gone, resulting in the pair needing to hold hands again to stick together)

When they reach the end of the cave, they battle Zubat and Koffing and somehow come out on top, taking back the stone. Though even they admit they don't know what it is, or if it's even worth fighting for, but it's the one thing they have.

Upon leaving the cave they're quickly approached by another figure, speaking in the first friendly voice they've heard other than each other.

A Bidoof, a pleasant round faced little fellow who seemed to have been running after them. He explained that he'd seen them approach the Guild and then run away, he'd shouted but they'd been in such a panic they'd blasted right past him.

His eyes begin to sparkle as he asks if they just cleared that Mystery Dungeon by themselves, and if they were themselves an Exploration Team.

Perdita and Darius have no idea what to make of any of this. Guild? Mystery Dungeon? Exploration Team? What did any of those mean?

Bidoof, upon realizing, explains to them that Exploration Teams are groups who delve into Mystery Dungeons, like the cave they just cleared, in search of treasure and the mysteries of the world. He figures they'd make a good team! And (rather eagerly) insists if they had nowhere else to go then they should join the Guild!

With no other idea what to do, Perdita and Darius agree. They return to the tent and stand on the grate, this time bearing the shouting as their footprints are identified and they are granted access.

They descend below into the guild and register themselves, the name Team Galaxy comes so easily and somehow feels so fitting that neither object.

Before long they're laying on bundles of straw in a dark room, staring up at the ceiling.

They have no idea what to make of any of this, of why they washed up together, their memory loss, the strange relic they fought for, or what any of this Exploration business was.

But for now it seemed they had a roof over their heads, food, and a place to sleep. It only made sense to stick together, it was undeniable that in some way their pasts connected to bring them both here this way.

So if these Exploration Teams really did look into the mysteries of the world, then maybe they could help them find the cause of what brought them here, and the truth of their strange stone.

Perdita and Darius tell each other it's nice to meet them, and say goodnight, turning over to try and get some sleep.

Both conclude that there was nothing they could do but try their best tomorrow, and maybe, just maybe, things would start to make a little more sense.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@aelirus // posted:

Out on his own, other Pokemon away in their capsules, the human was enraptured in his own space. Head down, hands in front of him and back turned from the approaching party. Despite being surrounded by nothing but calmness, he had a tension about him that pervaded even his physical form- the way he carried himself gave off the impression of never quite relaxing, even if one couldn't read auras. Despite all this, assuming that such a supposedly high-strung person would be vigilant of their surroundings, Cyrus didn't notice Lulu's presence until she made it known.

He didn't jump or startle. Not obviously, anyway... but his head raised at once, then turned. His body soon followed, 90 degrees to the left. Enough so that he could stare-down the Lucario that approached him, but not enough to assume vulnerability, or giving away his intentions. Though, from this angle, Lulu could now see in his hand he held a metal box... and that the box almost had an aura of its own. Not organic, but manmade. Like an electrical current sending out probes as if it were searching for something. Little did Lulu know, this is exactly what was allowing her to communicate with Cyrus in this very moment. She'd be able to read him better this way, too. When at once his aura felt like a sullen cacophony, now paired with his deeply-tired eyes and piercing glare, he had an edge of antagony to him. Perhaps she'd better notice long-kept feelings of anger within the swirl of his presence, too. "A Lucario..." How rude, ignoring her kind offers like that and talking about her like she wasn't even there. Briefly his eyes left the form of the Pokemon and took to scanning the surroundings, instead. When he found... nothing, he gave Lulu his attention once more. Turning closer towards her. "Tell me, Lucario, do you feel anything especially energetic in this forest?"

Lulu perked her ears up in response to his acknowledgement, offering her attention to this unusual human. She didn't take any offense to being addressed so commonly. What drew her focus more, however, was that she was under the impression that this human could understand her. Properly. She'd felt it in his thoughts, even if he didn't reply to her directly.

Strange... even if there were stories of select humans being able to do so.

Lulu wasn't very interested in trying to decipher what such a thing meant. If there was anything to even gleam from it. Though, her sharp eyes did take notice of the item in the man's hands. Smooth and metallic, and just too perfectly shaped. Humans were always making such crafty little things like that; things to let them do amazing things. Like the small rectangular slabs they called 'phones'. Tools that seemingly gave them the answers to everything - Pokemon, locations, questions.

She was unsure if a Rotom was hiding inside this one, though, despite how she could almost feel the strange electric pulses from it. Human things in that manner weren't easy to peer through.

The man took a moment to glance around the trees surrounding them, before once again addressing her. Lulu mimicked him, in a manner. The four dark 'puffs' at the back of her head twitched up in response, the fur covering them tensing and bristling. Reaching out, feeling and searching well beyond what could be seen... All the while, Lulu's dark burgundy eyes remained focused on Cyrus. She was smart enough to know to keep a potential danger in one's sight at all times. Yet---

Energetic. Of course there were energetic things all through these woods. Dozens and dozens of creatures going about their lives, without a single thought spared to them as the two stood across one another.

Combee buzzing about their precious trees, awaiting orders from their Queen as she guarded their golden treasure trove hidden in the caverns of the bark.

Silcoon and burmy swaying in branches, the wind gently rocking them as they patiently waited for their time to bloom.

A Bibarel and its fellow tribe of bidoof just felled a tree to drag to the nearby stream. It had been over 200 years old - a favorite nesting place for the local bird Pokemon. Yet, it would keep a nearby water spring filled during the coming dry seasons; while the magikarp and barboach were too small still to handle the currents if they went down stream.

---Yes. Things were very energetic, but Lulu suspected that this wasn't the type of energy this human was after. Letting herself relax again, her ears twitched again before she replied.

You. Was her initial answer.

Afterall, out of all the living things in these woods, he had been the loudest that had called out to her. Loud enough to draw her from the safety of her trainer. But, as with her thoughts earlier, she was sure that reply was not what the man was after.

Are you looking for something, Trainer?

Humans were funny sometimes. Some didn't like being categorized so blatantly or lumped into a 'catch-all' group like Pokemon could be, so she went with something that was probably more appealing. He had to be one, in some capacity - with his collection of occupied pokeballs. Lulu was unsure of what creatures were within them, unless she really tried or perhaps touched them directly... but they were there. Again, human made things...

I have a name, she announced casually. It's Lulu - my trainer gave it to me. I could try and help you, if that's what you'd like. Are you looking for something you've lost? You seem quite.... upset.

Even if she owed him nothing, Lulu couldn't ignore the blaring emotions she found herself getting almost smothered with. Her trainer would not turn away, were she in the same position, and Lulu was determined to be a good reflection.

[lucksea]

YESSSS POSTING LITTLE CHUNKS IS THE SPICE OF LIFE! 👀 the PLA self insert fic OR any Lucky Mew scraps u may have?

I DONT HAVE ANY LUCKY MEW SCRAPS AT THE MOMENT she was a sona alt design that got away from me and i havent decided enough of her plot to write anything. but heres ... i was going to do screenshots for this but again theres actually a lot of this and i thought about it and decided i might as well jsut post all of it so heres a long as fuck copy pasted entry of the entirety of the isekai doc. under the cut. have fun smile. featuring skylark my cohost and one of the anchors in the sea that is life

DAY ONE

-wake up on the beach

-literally no memory of how i got here. How the fuck did i get here

-i am still an adult man and i spawned in with a shiny jolteon

-oh god.

-im gonna fuck up the timeline so bad. Oh no

-skylark straight up talks to me and i physically pog

-immediately from now on attempt to down low talk to every pokemon i see. They are all as weirded out by this as the humans are

-my android. my fucking phone

-catch the little freaks for laventon same as usual. My hand eye coordination isnt that great but i only miss once ✌️

-the oshawott puts up a fight and sky zaps the fuck out of it. Hardly even a battle

-be questioned by cyllene

-look man …… i have no answers for you. I fell from the sky with this thing and no memory (of how the fuck this happened) i swear to god

-apparently nobody in the galaxy team has heard of being able to talk to pokemon.

-kamado does not like that i showed up no memory no money no job and started asking weird questions so he gives me a harder trial. Fight the alpha bibarel at the dam past deertrack heights

-rei and akari are both there. Thank god. If i fuck it up and stop being the protagonist one of them can do the story mode

-skylark points out that given the severity of catching a starly shinx and bidoof in the game, they are for sure definitely for real trying to kill us by making us fight an alpha bibarel on our first day

-well. thats probably fine. More glory for us

-walking through the obsidian fieldlands is actually really nice other than all the little bitches trying to kill me

-huh isnt this deertrack heights. Its weird to see it without a camp here. Oh god the fucking geodude

-we take on the alpha bibarel thats blocking the way to the woods

-by we i mean my buddy the mean green electric machine

-hm this thing is pretty strong actually huh what level is skylark supposed to be –

-[haggard and soaking wet] that thang didnt stand a chance 😏

-lament to skylark that i wish id gotten transformed into a different form because i want to wear the cool zoroark mask if it exists but i cant do that with glasses

-ok anyway. We’re clearly in this for the long haul we need to brainstorm a team

-skylark tries to do her I CAN TAKE CARE OF IT MYSELF shit and then we both stare into the distance as an image of arcanine fades into our minds

-no we need a water type.png

-but not bibarel. Sorry bibarel.

-laventon didnt give me the oshawott bc i literally already had a pokemon so samurott is off the table (SAD)

-eevee are so rare and i am not going to be the eeveelution guy so leafeon and vaporeon are also no go even if i like them. A freaky jolteon is enough

-what other water types are there.

-gyarados

-hatch a master plan to speedrun to kleavor and catch the gyarados flying around the mountain range above the forest

-I ALSO WANT A SCIZOR 🥺

-skylark voice Can you look me in the eyes and promise me that you will not start shaking and crying as soon as you get anywhere near a scyther. Can you truly say with a straight face that your insect phobia will not apply to pokemon if pokemon are real

-i believe in my ability to forget fear in the face of love. And i love scyther.

-both of those are flying types and kleavor is a rock type so unless i find a metal coat day 2 or i want to let my soon to be three idiots fight a nightmare battle we need a fourth party member to take on the boss

-what other fucking pokemon are even in this area. I dont remember

-give up on brainstorming for now and go back to the camp victorious

-i expect kamado to give some kind of like halfhearted thing because he thought i was going to die but then he says some shit about sensing the strength and valor in my heart or something. Ok <3 yay <3

-congrats you get to have a house. Welcome to the security corps

-

-THE WHAT

-FUUUUUUUUCK

-i dont even get a cute scarf as part of my uniform. This sucks so bad. Fuck my stupid baka life

-oh yeah i need to eat

-please buy me food professor please buy me food professor please b

-SUCCESS I LOVE YOU LAVENTON MARRY ME i dont say that out loud but i think it.

-fried potato mochi goes crazy. Not in any world what i was expecting but its good

-go to sleep in my new house. The first time i get a taste of living alone and its in a straight up isekai situation. Figures

-i havent gotten any texts from arceus. Is my mission even still to collect all the pokemon

-check my phone

-no new messages

-please lord have mercy on my fucking SOULLLLLLLLL

DAY TWO

-wake up

-new job is to escort the teenagers + professor to the areas. Oh my god. We are going to fuck up the plot of this game so bad

-WHAT ABOUT KLEAVOR???

-apparently i am still the one who is going to take on kleavor because im the best fighter in the fucking region.

-youre goddamn right. (THANK GOD THE TEENAGERS DONT HAVE TO DO IT)

-i may only be 22 years old but KAMEN RIDER DEMONS VOICE i will lay down my life to protect these 15 year olds ive known for 24 hours

-hmm skylark i know we already fucked up the plot but dont you feel like we’re forgetting something

-stare at each other

-oh my god. Where the fuck is Zora

-SURELY BECAUSE ME AND SKYLARK REMEMBER EVERYTHING ZORA ALSO REMEMBERS AND KNOWS AND IS AWARE. IS IT A ZORUA OR A ZOROARK. IS IT IN THE ICELANDS OR IS IT HERE. THERE ARE TOO MANY VARIABLES

-worry about that later. When our lives are not immediately on the line . we have to go to deertrack heights again

-hi Mai :] hi munchlax :]

-oh yeah battle

-skylark. Blast that thang

-oh yeah the kricketune

-skylark. Blast that thang

-this is literally what it feels like to play a game and have access to the crazy overpowered dlc characters and destroy the early enemies. My new game plus swagger

-apparently the clans do have records of people who can communicate with pokemon so my instant conversation with munchlax is super weird but not unheard of

-please dont say its like a religious thing. please

-”i mean we did make them wardens but it wasnt just because they could talk to pokemon. Like the lords are the ones who choose the wardens. Its not really our decision”

-ill take it.

-that explains why lian and sabi are wardens despite being like ten years old. I do not point this out because i should not know who they are

-mai says shes glad to see people in the galaxy team who walk alongside pokemon as equals. I realize that i actually have no idea if skylark even has a pokeball but it feels distinctly crazy fucked up for me to put her in one of those so i dont say anything about that either

-mai does not give me a flute or anything and adaman does not show up but wyrdeer does give me a weird look. Hi wyrdeer. Do you have something to say

-he doesnt. Aw man

-deertrack heights camp gets set up while we continue to the forest

-were not fighting kleavor today we just have to “study it” aka watch it tear the fuck out of some trees and agree that thats probably a danger to everyone and god

-lian is there YAY LIAN

-he agrees that kleavor is kind of scary but its not our business so we should stay away and let pearl clan handle it.

-rei and akari try to argue and lian challenges them to a battle

-skylark and i make significant eye contact. We probably cant afford to slip away and catch the scyther while this happens what if the children get attacked

-akari has her pikachu and rei has an eevee

-Of Course He Does.

-due to the nature of the world a 2v1 isnt against the rules and rei and akari win

-lian begrudgingly concedes

-i tell goomy hes cute. Because he is. He is baffled

-IRIDA APPEARS

-i really dont want to tell the leader of this clan what to do about her holy figures because thats fucked up but kleavor is straight up murderous and this is real life right now so i state very objectively that my jolteon and i will step in if things get out of hand

-irida does not like this.

-rei and akari add on that i just got here like yesterday and i fought the alpha bibarel and won like 4 hours after waking up on the beach

-well skylark did the fighting. Not me. I just cheered her on because she had a type advantage and the willpower to do anything

-irida contemplates this.

-well whatever we wanna do kleavor is still definitely too dangerous to approach as is so we need to retreat and figure out a way to subdue him enough that battle is even possible

-i restrain myself from giving the balms option outright because i dont want to have all the answers that would be suspicious. And what if thats not even how it works here. What if i look like an idiot. And my aim isnt even that good. I dont even want the answer to be balms honestly

-irida seems like she wants to ask me more questions but she dismisses us for now

-we return to laventons office for the night to brainstorm

-laventon comes up with the balms

-look professor…….. Im not really that good at throwing things ……………………. Catching the little guys on the beach was a fluke i was like 3 feet away from them

-rei and akari start coming up with a plan to throw the balms at kleavor while i keep it distracted

-That Does Not Sound Like A Good Idea At All Guys . What If It Just Attacks You Instead

-skylark brings up rage powder

-this instantly makes me irritated because my two planned team members would have bug and flying covered and thus catching a dustox or whatever would mean id have to rethink my team.

-can dustox or beautifly even learn rage powder

-nobody knows what that is.

-arcphone. Do you have google. Arceus show me Pokemon That Can Learn Rage Powder

-arceus actually pulls up a list of pokemon that can learn rage powder THANKS..? GOD..? wait is this the pokemondb page 

-the answer is no pokemon in hisui can do that.

-we are so fucked

-ok wait what about follow me

-clefairy. Thats in the highlands i cant get that. Elekid. Thats in the icelands i cant get that. Magby. Thats in the coastlands i cant get that. Pachirisu. NOT ANOTHER FUCKING ELECTRIC TYPE

-ok. We need to be able to keep kleavors attention even when there are other people throwing things at it for this plan to work. Can we find a way to do this or do i need to take the balms myself

-i am more willing to just fucking whiff throws than risk other people in this bc there is a CHANCE in this life that i will just respawn and that is not true for everyone else

-i also might not respawn. But theres a chance

-getting a flying type to zip around the arena would only work if we could guarantee that kleavors rock-type moves wouldnt hit which would be hard.

-crobat is probably fast enough to avoid the attacks but theres no way for us to get a crobat that quickly

-drifloon or drifblim might be able to phase out of the way of the attacks and irritate kleavor into pursuing it above any humans in the arena. Ghost types have a habit of annoying the fuck out of people right

-drifloon and drifblim i CAN find easily. I just need to wait in the fieldlands until dark. Sky has a type advantage over them as flying types so if they attack me she can zap the fuck out of them

-they will still be weak to stone axe and stealth rock though. This plan is not a perfect one were gonna be flying by the seat of our pants here

-i wish i had a shellos or gastrodon but i dont think i can swim to the island in th

-IF I CATCH A DRIFBLIM. IT CAN CARRY ME ACROSS. THIS ISNT A VIDEO GAME WITH VIDEO GAME MECHANICS I CAN JUST HAVE MY BALLOON CARRY ME AND CATCH A SHELLOS

-we are catching a motherfucking drifblim. 

-its late at night but going out now would be a bad idea so we agree to go out as normal tomorrow to research and prepare, then stay overnight so i can catch the ghost, and then battle kleavor the next day

-i go back home

-laying down on my cot with sky on my chest

-hey sky how do you think this would have gone if youd been the human and id been a pokemon. What do you think i would have ended up as

-skylark voice i dont fucking know nyarla. I probably would have talked kamado into letting me be in the survey corps or something. You walk through life like a wrecking ball i have no idea what i would do in your shoes because our circumstances would be immediately vastly different

-tahts fair.

-go to sleep

-i dream that im on a boat and all my friends are calling to me on the shore but i cant get back i just keep getting pulled out further to sea and there are cranberries everywhere and spiders clinging to me to get out of the water because suddenly i am not in a boat i am just standing in the water (real dream ive had once taht feels like it would be fitting like narratively)

DAY THREE

-wake up

-well that was unpleasant. Im going to ignore the panic from all my friends thinking im dead and also being covered in spiders. Its probably fine

-ariados isnt in hisui. There are no spiders in hisui. And even if there were i love galvantula. I am immune to bug type pokemon. and fear (MANTRA

-ok time to go to the fieldlands

-while waiting for nightfall i get roped into helping rei and akari do fieldwork. Which mostly consists of skylark beating up baby pokemon while the kids watch. 

-riveting

-i genuinely debate wandering off to go explore and do something more interesting like shiny hunt but i dont want to let the kids get straight up killed when im supposed to be watching them because im not sure i believe in the power of their pikachu and eevee to protect them from any actual threats here. Like an alpha

-the only thing keeping me responsible in this world is responsibility. Who could have guessed

-i experience my midday sleepiness and skylark straight up electrocutes me to wake me up anime pikachu style

-THAT FUCKING HURT YOU DICKHEAD

-shouldnt i be dead from that. I guess humans must be more resilient in the pokemon world just like i theorized. Ill have to keep that in mind later

-the sun finally starts setting and the kids head back to deertrack camp while sky and i venture off to find a ghost

-im still kind of tired but god forbid i get electrocuted again. We persevere

-hey sky was volo supposed to show up yet

-skylark voice honestly ive kind of forgotten whats supposed to have happened at this point. And were only like 3 hours in gameplay wise

-maybe we should stop trying to stick to the game plot, i say, in the middle of a field at 10 pm about to catch a hot air balloon so i can use it to skip two areas of progress and get to an island to catch a little slug before the first boss

-didnt you just play this game, says skylark. Like you didnt even finish it. How do you already not remember what happens at the beginning

-skylark. I dont remember anything ever. You should know this better than anyone. I deleted my save with the limited edition items because i forgot they were limited edition and not dlc. I can forget anything

-we catch the drifblim. Ill come back and add however the fuck this happens later

-head back to the camp to sleep for like 3 hours

-SLEEP

DAY FOUR

-we wake up

-VOLO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-now that im thinking about it we were definitely supposed to battle him at the town gate before coming out here. Well its probably fine

-volo says some obscure shit about the vortex and how interesting it is that i fell from the sky. I debate fucking with him in an uncountable number of ways but decide not to because i like him. I may change my mind in the future

-we do not battle volo because were about to fight kleavor and we need all the strength we can get for it. Im sad because i want to see togepi but i do not say this because it would be insane for me to just know what pokemon he has without being told

-ok everyone before we go on our quest to beat the shit out of a local demigod i have to go on an island quest. Ill be back in like an hour 

-drifblim time 😏

-ok my new friend can you please carry me over there. Please do not try to kill me or some crazy shit like that. I have faith in the power of friendship and the world of pokemon but i do not want that faith to be shattered

-drifblim carries me normal regular style because its so nice and pokemon is a world about being friends with cute monsters that have human intelligence and the power of gods

-shellos time 😏

-id honestly rather catch a gastrodon but sky would be at a disadvantage AND i dont have sky because drifblim couldnt carry us both and i didnt want to pokeball her so shes just chilling on the other shore and idk if i could have drifblim fight and win and catch a gastrodon like 20 minutes before a boss. So shellos it is. Also it would be kind of bullshit for me to just clear the first area with 3 fully evolved pokemon even if i am a grown ass man

-sneak through the grass. Sneaky style

-shellos so cute i love u shellos. I like the blue shellos better than pink shellos but i like pink gastrodon better than blue gastrodon so i do not mind this outcome

-BACKSTRIKE !!

-it catches yay :]

-the gastrodon has witnessed my capture.

-GRAB THE BALL AND RUN

-beautiful moment of drifblim carrying me back while water gets spewed at us. What a great morning to risk my life in battle against a bug made of rocks taller than me while soaking fucking wet

-i gaze at my team and briefly lament the fact that this means i dont get to have an epic sky battle against a gyarados because that sounded like so much fun

-i was literally born to be a pokemon trainer. Going on adventures and quests and battling powerful foes and catching pokemon. This is so awesome

-the fact that this is everything ive ever wanted and that eventually i will have to go back home where magic isnt real and me and sky and zora and everyone are trapped in one body and there are a million things keeping me from the life i want but i have responsibilities to the life i had before that i cant just throw away on a whim sets in.

-oh god

-I CANT START CRYING RIGHT BEFORE FIGHTING A BOSS THE TEENAGERS ARE GOING TO THINK IM A WUSS WHOS SCARED OF KLEAVOR. THEY DONT KNOW IM HAVING A FUCKING GENUINE LIFE CRISIS

-skylark and i resolve to go fight the gyarados anyway for fun later because it will probably be easy and exciting. Just because i cant stay forever doesnt mean i cant enjoy it while im here

-go back to the camp with all my little guys

-ok here we fucking go

-show up to the arena and remember that we have to argue the case for our plan to irida and lian. I forgot

-irida understandably vexed about this whole thing

-i state again for the record that im cool with just doing it all myself because its dangerous and i dont want anyone else to get hurt

-Rei and akari protest and say that they helped come up with the plan and want to help Kleavor in any way they can

-irida agrees with me that its too dangerous for straight up children. How old even is irida. Isnt she like 19. Thats not that much younger than me but we are both still like young adults in the grand scheme of things. Its kind of fucked up that we’re discussing who has the best chance to risk their life and survive here i guess the pokemon world is also kind of fucked up after all

-irida agrees to help us make the balms as long as SHE gets to come with me into the arena to throw the balms while i distract kleavor

-i am surprised by this but i agree because i believe in women

-also it feels way more right for her to have a direct hand in the whole thing considering shes like. The leader of a whole clan. And im just some dude who got here 2 days ago

-while rei akari and lian make the balms irida and i make a game plan

-irida is surprised when drifblim and shellos come out but then shes like actually from what i know about you idk why im shocked that you have a ghost.

-i can only guess what that means. But i think i understand the jist of it .

-game plan

-drifblim does everything in its power to draw the brunt of kleavors fire. It’ll fire off gusts to whip up dirt and do its weird teleportation bullshit so that kleavor cant hit it but will be frustrated enough to keep pursuing

-skylark, shellos and iridas glaceon will lay down support fire for drifblim in case kleavor loses interest or if kleavor knocks it out. If it stays irritated its less likely to notice me and irida

-irida and i will throw balms while the pokemon fight

-shellos says shes not sure she’ll be able to keep up with the fight since she moves so slowly. This is a good point

-she cant sit on skylarks back because shes not a ground type so her firing off electricity will hit shellos.

-drifblim cant take non-ghosts with him when he phases

-glaceon agrees to carry shellos. I am flooded with relief at the fact that i dont have to carry a slug on my head while doing all this shit

-i remember that irida might not know that i can understand pokemon . dont worry about it irida we can talk later

-i also remember the kleavor cheese strat and bring up the idea of ducking behind the tree if kleavor tries to go for us

-irida is unsure if kleavor will remember the importance of the giant tree in his rage, but he hasnt cut it down yet, so its possible he will avoid slicing straight through it to get to us and instead go around

-we will just have to hope so!

-thats  it . thats our plan

-ok. Time to fight kleavor.

-lets pretend drifblim is lvl 25 here since we start with stronger pokemon so it has mystical fire which i think is neutral against kleavor bc of rock subtype

-fight scenes are hard come back and figure the details out later

-someone should get injured here because its a big fight and that will raise tension

-i think the security corps uniform is probably thick for warmth and extra defense so maybe i just get like a really bad scratch on an arm or shoulder but not enough to be a super big deal

-drifblim is knocked out during the battle by a stone axe sorry drifblim i love you

-shellos actually pulling its weight with water pulse and mud bomb

-skylark would know thunderbolt at lvl 25 which is awesome. I forgot that eeveelutions have abysmal move pools except for literally 1 move they can use reliably we’re gonna have to do something about that

-glaceon launches literally 1 ice beam and then realizes it is also so ungodly fucked if it gets hit by a rock move so it focuses on dodging while shellos launches water pulses

-irida and i truly get a lifetime amount of cardio in

-EVENTUALLY WE WIN

-kleavor explodes with light and then hes back to normal yayyy yippeeeeeee

-we have a conversation. He couldnt talk when he was frenzied because that would have been weird ok just trust me on this

-he gives me the bug plate. It feels like bugs. Thats going in the bag forever thanks though

-well i am actively bleeding and drifblim got blasted but nobody died. Lets go home👍

-report back to commander kamado as mission success and then i immediately get sent to the medical wing bc oh my god nyarla your fucking arm dude (im ok) (its just bleeding a lot) (blood loss is a real problem be careful kids)

-i get patched up and then sent home because im not allowed to spend the night in the medical wing of the headquarters when i have an overprotective neon green jolteon who is fully willing to explode someones heart with electricity if she thinks theyre a threat

-thanks skylark. I love you too

-at least i know that when i get kicked out of jubilife and go face down volo i will have a beautiful dragon woman in the shape of a dog that cannot be stopped by beast, man or god

-at this point i remember the space-time distortions and that i can find jhoto sneasels in the fieldlands if theres a distortion

-WE HAVE TO GET A WEAVILE AT ALL COSTS. JAX MUST BE REAL

-oh i should nickname my pokemon. Skylark was a person so she doesnt count

-fall asleep trying to come up with names for drifblim and shellos

DAY FIVE

-wake up

-were all the nobles like… frenzied at once. Or does it happen one after the other. Literally i dont remember i feel like it was all at once other than arcanine

-while getting ready i drop my bag and my pokeballs fall out

-hm. Those two are modern pokeballs arent they.

-hold the fuck on

-Friend Ball is obviously skylarks. 

-Cherish Ball. hm. I know exactly whos in there dont i

-ZORA YOU FUCKER YOUVE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!

-AND YOU DIDNT SAY ANYTHING?????????

-zora brings up the very valid point that me walking around with a fucking alpha zoroark would not have been any less suspicious than if skylark had shown up as a garchomp

-thats fair.

-but also i absolutely for sure know you just didnt feel like helping.

-zora smiles

[pokemonshelterstories]

I have a problem, whenever I go outside and see an injured Pokemon I take it home, feed it, and try to make it feel better, then when I try to release them they come right back to me after a day or two. I now own: A corphish, a miltank, 2 wurmple, a gogoat, a pidove, a cetoddle, a galvantula, a bidoof and some others that I got adopted. Please help me I've tried to get these guys homes or released but they WON'T LEAVE ME. What do I do? I could use company but I don't know if I'm ready for this many pokemon.

well, you're probably not gonna like the answer to this...but you need to stop taking in pokemon. leave the injured pokemon to the licensed rehabbers who know how to help them recover and know how to properly release them. you're endangering both yourself and those pokemon. they may have injuries or sicknesses beyond your capabilities, and injured pokemon often become aggressive because they're scared. i can't tell you how many fletchinder i've rehabbed that have tried to set me on fire, and those are teensy little guys. trying to rehab something like a galvantula without experience sounds even more dangerous. all that besides, they're coming back because they see you as an easy food source. and pokemon that approach human beings looking for food often become either easy captures or nuisances.

i know that can be hard to hear when you have good intentions and i know you care about these pokemon. but it's not good for them or for you. you sound like you're getting overwhelmed. i would be too! i could never care for that many pokemon long-term on my own, especially not with how varied their needs are. the only time i've ever seen someone able to provide for a cetoddle and a corphish in the same location was an aquarium with a special cold-climate exhibit. that's not something the average person can provide in their house.

i think you really need to talk to your local rangers and shelters about seeing if any of these pokemon are releasable and if some of them can be adopted out. i also think it would be good for you to get involved as a volunteer! volunteering at a shelter will give you a chance to have that pokemon companionship without getting in over your head, and you'll be doing a great service to both the shelter and the pokemon in its care.