#feralgatr

[wall-e-gorl]

thank you all for the prompts! it was a lot of fun

[phyre-ignition]

[PA] Miranda and her Johto team

Original on the right from 2020

[peridot-the-photographer]

Some people have nicknames for their pokemon but no what about people who have Nicholas names for them

[pkmnherpetology]

Oh, any interesting facts about Feralgatr or Skeledirge? I've raised a Totodile before, and have met people who work with Fuecoco, but have been curious about the best practice differences between the two, especially regarding thermoregulation (Raspberry, my Feralgatr had a full pool to cool off, but considering all i hear about Charmander and other Fire types' aversion to watering I admit I am... apprehensive about how one would best handle Fuecoco's thermoregulation situation). Keep up the good work!!

hello hello!! i'm very glad you enjoy the blog, and glad to have an ask that will force me to get off my ass and actually use this account.

so, not all fire types have an aversion to water. it should be reiterated that typing is largely a reflection of a species' habitat, behavior and ecological niche. for example, something like a furret is classified as a normal type because it's a generalist that can live in a broad variety of habitats.

fire types can share a broad range of characteristics- many fire types, such as the salandit line and turtonator, live in hot, arid environments. most are preyed upon by some combination of water, ground and rock types. they themselves may prey upon some combination of grass, bug, ice, and/or steel types. they also broadly experience higher degrees of resistance to high heat, and many have tough skin or specialized fur that makes them less likely to experience burn wounds.

i should also mention that, while the charmander line does have an aversion to water, they will not actually die if the flame on their tail goes out. it's not good for them, but they can recover from it.

anyway, that brings us to your question. the fuecoco line is a fire type line that does not, in fact, avoid water. they live in and near it quite often, as a matter of fact! this is (in part) because fuecoco is not, like most other reptile and amphibian mon, an ectotherm, at least not in the way we typically imagine. while their temperature is still more influenced by ambient temperatures than mammals or birds, their fire typing comes in part from their ability to somewhat maintain their internal body temperature using the same metabolic functions that allow them to produce fire. they share this trait with the charmander line, a true dragon species.

owing to this, the fuecoco line demonstrates an expected difference from the totodile line in the number of mitochondria in their cells. it is said that their greater number of powerhouses allows them to generate heat (and also fire) in a way that their more thoroughly cold-blooded relatives cannot. because of this, the fuecoco line also must eat a great deal more than other crocodilian pokémon, which can be troubling for trainers as skeledirge is not a small creature. this can also be slightly troubling for the pokémon themselves, since, as mentioned, the fuecoco line is still semi-aquatic and often finds itself taking on prey with a type advantage.

anyway, all of that is to say that the fuecoco line benefits immensely from having access to water, but does not need quite as much help with thermoregulation as the totodile line does. they do, however, need much more food than the totodile line.

[silveredfeathers]

Here you go a really bad picture of a swimming Feralgatr named Chomps

Whao A creature! Such a majestic gator Chomps is!

[ohgodnotanotheronenooo]

/When a feralgatr is seen/

Lost sliver: *hides behind rihan* Bad gator! Bad Bad Bad gator!

“Huh? What’s up, kid?”

[pyrogina]

sketched this a while ago and finished it up for #Pokemon25

[bulbasaur-propaganda]

[meowthevopropaganda]

I have planned out my team for soul silver

Posting them in final stages

May switch out noctowl With togekiss

Their names will be

Ruby

Diablo

Chomper

Dolly

Artemis

Thorne

[ur-mom-gey]

a feralgatr for my good pal @sappysnappy

[stranded-warriors]

 “How long were you soaring?”  Their ride in particular was calm as the duo were on about as even ground as a rock drifting through space could offer. The Fighter had began licking their wounds, picking out the tiny bits of shrapnel which had gotten wedged into their scales then tossing them off into the abyss, and Kaz, who was the only person capable of speech continued rambling as he was eyeing the road ahead. “I swear I had not seen arrows that could fly as fast as you were soaring. The whiplash couldn't have been pleasant.”

 The Feraligatr had seen worse days in their time, there were only a few cuts – none too serious – and occasional scuff marks which had managed to flake off partial amounts of their scale. By chance they had landed somewhere relatively safe from the surrounding chaos, but right now was by no means a safe place to nurse any wounds back to health as there was still no tell of what might be cast their way. Although nothing had been posed as a yes or no, the Feralgatr looked over as they extended a scaly hands and bid Kaz a thumbs up.

 “I see,” Kaz looked away as if it would hide the confusion plastered over his face “is there anything you can point at I'd best be keenly aware?”

 There still the light light from some object from Feraligatr had seen earlier, and if it hadn't vanished then it should be behind the massive body the great stones encircled. The Fighter extended a finger from their thumbs up and pointed it beyond the psychic's shoulders to a place far off in the distance where they were absolutely sure the object would have to be. The Gothitelle glanced back to draw some lines from here to wherever there was, then after a long minute of watchful silence he looked at Feraligatr for a second time.

 “I'm afraid to admit I might be missing something,” he humored, “unless it is rock a hundred out of thousand you mean to be pointing at?”

 At this point the Fighter rose then approached in a shambling stride. They didn't put a hand on the flimsy psychic as they used both to direct the man's attention to the planet's horizon where upon edge crested was a large light and something hidden within. Kaz was initially stunned before he placed a hand beneath his chin and pondered aloud.

 “What is that supposed to be? A shiny stone, another sun? I tell you my friend, if that is a sun then we'll both be burnt to a crisp. So if it is not another giant stone or a sun, then perhaps it is this earth's moon? I'd imagine it would be bigger, it doesn't quite explain how bright it is but for once, I have never visited a moon before.”

 The two watched on, eagerly waiting the moment where their platform would drift across the planet enough that they could peek beyond the bend. The Feraligatr had no words for Kaz, as they were busy saving everry pent up question for the time they'll get together to chat.  Who know it might come earlier than expected and all this time their rock was heading for a place where they could breathe easily without questioning how they could possibly be drawing air. The Fighter will have to find out once they got there, for all too soon they saw it encroach the horizon.

 An intense, pink light clawed from behind the vast planet and nearly blinded the two as it slowly came into the view. It had come from a body much larger than any of the asteroids, but still somehow dwarfed by the sheer vastness of the planet. The object seemed wholly unnatural as if though a terrible force had swept across what was once a pale white moon, tearing it apart from the inside such that the surrounding asteroids could easily glide through its remains, and whatever had ripped through the planet had left a mark which had grown into the form of an unfathomably large quartz. From the top to the bottom of the narrow – albeit formidable structure were palaces and cities carved meticulously into its foundation. It was not the least impossible thing either of the adventurers had experienced today, for Feraligatr it was the most gorgeous.

 Silence befell the two as they had gazed on in amazement, confusion, and anticipation as during their stares they came to realize they were headed straight towards it and that on occasion, for only what they could assume was the whim of the port's operator did the asteroids fly towards the structure. Theirs was covered in all sorts of metals and otherworldly objects, even if they didn't match a written criteria they were bound to catch somebody's eye.

 So the Fighter prepared the only way they had seen how as they turned around and plundered any helm which could fit their head. There were many to choose from, some meant for small pokemon, others large, and from both sides of the conflict which the Fighter thought was the most important thing on earth. They looked until they could find one that could fit the shape of their reptilian head, but found the next best thing: a set of ornate black mail which was meant for his prestigious forces discarded without so much a dent. Although the helmet was made for a more bipedal pokemon, they took it anyways along with a helm from the enemy to Kaz.

 Kaz, who was puzzling out their next moves noticed the Feraligatr waltz into periphery with a helmet in each hand: one winged and white, the other black, jaded but ornate. The Fighter glanced at both then at the psychic as if to suggest a question, and Kaz ran with it.

 “Ah, I'm of no use wearing either of those.”

 The fighter repeated the gesture. He seemed to get it this time as his gaze turned into a squint.

 “I was strictly neutral during my one visit to your realm, and I didn't stay long enough to become embroiled in any side of your war; although, I did have a chance meeting with Zekrom when I was there. I got the impression he was a great man, but going off a few words is no way to judge any person's character.”

 Feraligatr let out a silent sigh, tossed the white helm aside, and donned the other. All the way to the leather straps at the back of their head to two-thirds down their snout they felt the helmet weigh down on them, to a point they felt as though they were about to have a headache. If the soldiers who left these here had come this far wearing the total weight of their armor on their backs, then dropping the load just shy of their goal was admitting defeat.

>You won't be like that

 The Fighter stood with Kaz, both waiting for the moment they will be docked into this crystal city. Surely a city could be a great starting point for anyone lost in a strange land, and though they've yet to see a single inhabitant of this world they can only hope they were as respectful as the two were to themselves. If they can just find someone to talk to their journey would end in time for brunch.

 Oh how little did they know.

[sugarstitchplush]

That feralgatr... that beautiful son... where's he from? pokemon center jp?

Yep, they've just released plush of all the final starters from every gen~ I ordered him from plazajapan, but japanstuffs has them too, and I imagine they'll be coming to the US PC site~

[peridot-the-photographer]

Akaris Johto dream team

Toto the Feralgatr

Pogo the Noctowl

Leaf the Ariados

Bluebell the Ampharos

Happy the Sunflora

Vee Vee the Espeon

[grizzlymiller]

And now the husband with his Feralgatr!

[didney-worl-no-uta]

I see you with; Mimikyu, Jolteon, Feralgatr, (snow) Vulpix, Lucario, Bulbasaur

Heck yeah! Sweet lineup. 

[thebeeskneesocks]

FEraLgaTr!!!