#pokemon shuffle event

[pikachumaniac10]

Remember how I said in my last post about 8 hours ago to stay tuned for shiny karp? well, here it is!

The 7th shiny of ds shuffle and the only other shiny available from week 5's Safari zone has been caught on August 24th at 6:12 am. EST!

Week 9 will be the next event week with a shiny I don't have on ds, shiny metagross, so in 4 weeks, I will have another shuffle shiny, hopefully!

[apricifate]

fresh tag drop verse edition.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― main: summer's warmth ‚ winter's nights. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― sailor moon: guardians rise ‚ fight for our future. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― hakuouki: sincerity ‚ we wave our flag. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― twewy: take a look at me ‚ i'm breaking free. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― mysme: you're invited ‚ a special event. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― ffxiv: answers ‚ thou must live die and know. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― naruto: fallen blossoms ‚ keep fighting on. * ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― pokemon: dreamers ‚ keep on dreaming. * ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― winx club: join the club ‚ magical winds. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― collar x malice: silent noise ‚ follow the thread of fate. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― yugioh: shuffle ‚ we'll create a miracle. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― au verse: tag verse ‚ something witty.

*friends only

[temiizpalace]

🎉Congrats on your milestone! 🎉Could I have idia and vil for prompt 4 pls?

☆┊TAKE MY JACKET, I INSIST. (💀 vs. 👑)

SUMMARY: COLD CHILLS RAN DOWN YOUR SPINE AS YOUR TEMPERATURE BEGINS TO DROP. HE OFFERS HIS JACKET LIKE A GENTLEMEN, BUT A CERTAIN SOMEONE HAD THE SAME IDEA.

CHARACTERS: idia shroud vs. vil schoenheit

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy

NOTES: vil and idia was such an interesting matchup i love it. tysm for your request!

reader is g/n, reader yuu

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he should’ve just stayed in his room.

idia roamed the halls of night raven in search of you. he just had to show you his recently imported collection of pokemon merch (that somehow exists here…) and can’t wait to nerd out and explain to you why pikachu could be goku in a fight. it was exciting to find someone willing to listen besides ortho.

until..

there you were. with vil. a SUPERMODEL and SUPER ACTOR, chatting away and having a good time. suddenly any and all of idia’s confidence was blown to smithereens and now he wants to go back to his room and weep. okay, cringe over exaggeration but he wants to go back to his room. just as he thought he shuffled out of sight, you spotted him in that split second and called him over. “idia! hi!” you wave, making him flinch.

hesitantly, he outs himself from hiding and waved back. “h-hey..” he mumbles, watching as you walked over. “what’re you doing outside of your room? i was just about to visit you.” you tease, poking his shoulder. “you were?”

“yeah! me and vil wanted to ask about the new game you bought the other day. apparently he was hired as a voice actor and wanted to get into character, yknow?” you stated that calmly, too calmly. vil? voice acting a game that he plays? seriously? that’s gonna be really weird playing the game and all of a sudden hearing your classmate grunting in pain.

“indeed. any facts for this character, idia? i’ve never voice acted, so this is not in my forte.” vil asks, showing him a photo. “u-uhm.. they’re super cunning, i gues?” idia stutters, backing away slowly. normally he’d love to geek out about this topic, but today was different. he was looking for you, and wanted to geek out to you. not to vil.. “while that’s super cool and all, i think i might head out now.. [MC], see you for our gaming sesh. v-vil.. bye.” and before you could even speak, idia walked faster than he never has before.

embarrassing. so embarrassing. he could barely hold eye contact, how in the world will he ever confess? all hope is lost. the world can end here and it’ll be better than this. overreacting again, but whatever. he wants to lie in bed, cover himself in the sheets, and sulk for a little. such a baby.

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idia rotted away in bed the rest of the day, scrolling through magicam for any new codes he could redeem in his games. a banner pops up, the contact leading to you. hesitantly, he opens the message. stargazing later!! u should come too!11!!

he stared at the message, unable to respond. he wants to go, but also doesn’t.. aaaaaaaa why did he have to like you, it’s not fair. as much as he wants to decline, he knew you’d probably ping him a billion times til he agrees, so he’ll save himself the trouble. sure i have nothing to do later lol

and now he’s here. sitting on the hill with you and vil. gee, it’s like he’s seeing this guy everywhere. “idia, i had no idea you were joining us.” vil says, crossing his arms while looking idia up and down with a glare. intimidated. that was the word to describe idia at this moment. “[MC] invited me.. so..” he murmurs, curling up into a small ball. “cheer up idia! you’ll miss the stars if you hide like that.” you grin, keeping him from hiding his face.

you and idia’s banter couldn’t help but make vil scoff. so noisy.. it should’ve been just you and him. why’d you invite that shut-in too? he’s just going to complain the whole time, right? alas, it can’t be helped. but vil has natural charm, perhaps that’ll win you over.

the breeze begins to pick up, making you shiver. you should’ve brought a jacket, but you didn’t want to miss anything. your negligence has costed you. “cold?” vil asks, watching as you covered your arms with your hands. “a little, but i should be fine.” you reassure him, waving it off like it’s nothing.

“y-you can wear my jacket..” idia stammers, unable to look at you. “hm?” you raise your brow, looking to the boy on your right. his face was flushed red, the tips of his hair slightly pink from embarrassment. “here.” he offers you his jacket, the one that looks ever so comfortable and extremely warm. the one he never lets go of, in your hands. “you mean it?” you ask in disbelief, staring at him as he hid himself further.

“just take it..” just as you were about to put it on, a coat drapes over your shoulders, the warmth catching you off guard. “what kind of gentlemen would i be if i let my dear friend freeze?” vil smirks, looking at idia with a shit-eating grin. “i insist you take your jacket back idia, wouldn’t want to get sick now.”

idia frowns at vil’s pettiness, suddenly feeling very competitive. “woah woah, hang on, wouldn’t want superstar vil schoenheit to get sick because of me. you should take your coat back so you don’t get frostbite.” idia states, taking the coat off you and back into vil’s arms. “please, there are filming conditions in colder weather.” vil scoffs. “should see my room in the summer months.” idia retorts.

“uhm.. guys?” you cut in, breaking their focus. “i can just run back to ramshackle really quickly..! don’t worry about it, stay here.” you get up, rushing down the hill. the silence became deafening, not even the trees rustling broke their awkward tension. refusing to face one another, they stare up at the starry sky. shooting stars begin to fly by, one by one, a never ending stream.

gazing upon it, they shut their eyes and make a wish.

he’ll marry you, and cut that other guy completely out of the picture.

they wished as they glare at each other discreetly.

A/N: shorter than others because i ran out of ideas euheuheueh

date published: 9/2/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[pokenimagines]

SFW Prompt - Grusha - “My jacket is probably big enough for you to fit inside it.”

Event Information | Prompts List 

SFW Grusha: Big Enough For Two

You were freezing cold as you watched Grusha finish up his battle; the poor trainer challenging him failing miserably with their underleveled team. You shook in your spot, teeth clattering and you cursed not getting a thicker jacket. There was a reason Grusha wore mitts, a scarf, and a huge jacket. The top of the mountain was frigid.

Grusha recalled his last pokemon and pocketed the ball before turning over to you. The crowd was dispersing and he was able to easily make his way over to you.

"You're cold?' He asked, despite it being obvious. You shot him a small glare as you frowned. Grusha couldn't help the small smirk under his scarf as he lifted his jacket a bit.

"My jacket is probably big enough for you to fit inside." He mentioned and you paused. Was Grusha, the so call cool kid, was offering to let you crawl into his jacket? You didn't want to miss the opportunity as you shuffled over to him and crawled under the jacket. He unzipped the top enough to fit your head.

Your arms wrapped around his toned waist and you smiled, enjoying the warmth his body was giving off. "It's big enough." You chuckled, feeling his arms settle on your lower back.

"You know this is seriously uncool." He commented.

"You offered."

"I didn't think you'd actually do it..."

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• Thank you for reading! Please click on the links above if you want more information on the event or the prompts. Fun fact? Did you know we have a discord server? We have a brand new RP starting today as well! We have an announcement post about it, but you could also just go to the server and see for yourself!

[isolaradiale]

This is an event rerun. For more information on how to participate, please check our EVENT RERUN GUIDE! If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask! Keep in mind that this event has already been rerun before, and any form of past participation in the other runs means you cannot claim it again.

“GOOD MORNING, FAIR RESIDENTS OF SPIRALE! DO YOU REMEMBER ME? OF COURSE YOU DO, HOW COULD YOU NOT!?” Regardless of what one was doing at the stroke of midnight, a booming voice echoed throughout the minds of every resident of Spirale in tandem. “IF YOU’D KINDLY TURN YOUR EYES TO THE NEAREST SCREEN, I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE!”

Every screen in the city - be it a television, a phone, the digital screen on the fridge - all tuned into the same image. Rudimentary camera work pointed at a barely-lit visage. A three-eyed beast, each eye sporting a gleam as its feline features became more apparent. For many this was a beast that had appeared once before, but for others? “I AM THE MAD MERRYMAKER, THE PRINCE OF– AH, I’VE DONE THIS BEFORE. SIMPLY CALL ME K’HORII.”

As the cat beast spoke, throughout the city those that came from other worlds began to feel peculiarly disoriented. They couldn’t tear their eyes away from the screens but neither did they feel rooted on the ground. Almost as if it were an out of body experience. “MY ATTENTION WAS CAUGHT BY THESE HOLIDAY FESTIVITIES OF YOURS! AREN’T THEY PECULIAR? YOU LOT SPEND THE OTHER 11 MONTHS OF THE YEAR ARGUING AND FIGHTING, BUT AROUND THE HOLIDAYS YOU PRETEND TO GET ALONG! DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER? NO! BUT THAT IS THE POINT OF MY BUSINESS HERE.”

All three of K’horii’s eyes shone crimson, and the point of view of every outsider in the city changed. They were not merely in a different place, but a different body entirely. “THE GAME IS SIMPLE! EVERY SO OFTEN YOU’LL BE SHUFFLED AROUND INTO ANOTHER BODY! WELL, IT’S MORE OF A SWAP. BEFORE YOU’RE SENT TO ANOTHER FORM YOU’LL BE RETURNED TO YOUR OWN. TIMING? THERE IS NO RHYME OR REASON! BUT YOU’D BEST NOT THINK THIS IS AS STRAIGHTFORWARD AS MERE BODYSNATCHING! …ALTHOUGH I’LL LEAVE THAT FOR YOU LOT TO DISCOVER!”

The screens all flickered off in tandem, leaving the out-of-worlders in completely different forms. At least for now. But… what could he have possibly meant by the situation not being as straightforward as it seemed?

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Welcome to our next rerun event, EMPATHEOREM!

As you’ve surely gleamed from the above text, this event is based around the idea of living in another’s skin and coming to better understand people in ways you might not have otherwise. Here’s a general overview of how things will work mechanically:

characters can only swap with one other character at a time. the duration of the swap is up to the muns involved, and it could last the entire event, a number of hours, or even less. do what you’re comfortable with!

the characters do not to be within close proximity of one another to swap nor does it have to be with someone they know. it could be with someone on the other side of the city, leaving them to try and figure out who they are.

swapping must be done with mun permission. please respect the boundaries of other muns!

you cannot swap with an animal / pokemon unless they are a character on the masterlist. if there’s a pikachu on the masterlist for example you could swap with them, but not the pokemon of a trainer on the masterlist.

powers remain bound to the body regardless of whether they are physical or mental along with the unlock limitations. so if muse a were to swap with muse b, they would be able to use all of muse b’s unlocked powers provided they could figure out how to use them.

it isn’t merely a physical swap however, and there are side effects to being in another’s body that become more and more prominent the more time they spend swapped.

swapped characters may be prone to acting more and more like the owner of the body they are in. so for example if muse a and muse b swap, the longer they remained swapped the more they may begin to act like one another.

swapped characters may also experience one another’s memories. with mun permission, feel free to have them remember experiences only the host body might have known. this is a great way for characters to learn things about one another that might otherwise have gone unsaid!

the former two points are optional. you do not need to utilize either if you are not comfortable with it.

if your character has any special biological traits to note, please make sure to include this information in an info post or on your ad! in cases where characters have a fatal weakness to something mundane (in cases like being weak to the sun), you can choose to have anyone in their body subconsciously realize this for example. please do not kill anyone else’s muse without permission!

a posted mini will not count as participation during this event unless it is replied to before the event period ends. likewise during this event, drabbles will not count. this is because the event is very dependent on bond building interactions and we would like you guys to reach out and write with each other.

if you are not comfortable swapping with another character you are free to avoid doing so for the event! however to earn participation you must interact with at least one character who has swapped with someone else!

in regards to icons: if you’d like to offer up icons for people to use you can, but it isn’t mandatory at all!

you can use an info post to list things like unique biological characteristics, unlocked powers, and what kind of things like memories or personality traits a character in their body may come to expect if you’re okay with them experiencing these things. you can also provide a sampling of usable icons if you’d like! we recommend you tag these info posts with ‘#iremp info’.

even if you have mun permission we will not allow nsfw to be written during the event (unless it takes place outside of the event of course!). we also ask that you do not write any content picking fun at your new body in any form, even lightheartedly, for the sake of member comfort (for instance, if your muse does not have breasts and ends up in a body that does, do not joke about “having boobies”, or if they are a different weight do not draw attention to and mock it). if you are at all unsure if something crosses this line, we ask that you refrain.

the event officially ends at 11:59:59PM EST on july 5th.

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #3252: Blastoise-GX (Unbroken Bonds)

Blastoise-GX was a Pokemon that could hit really hard, but the set-up was such that it was unlikely to do it twice. This was due to the need to shuffle tons of Energy back into the deck, when drawing into said Energy again, accelerating it all back into play, and redoing the attack was rather unlikely. That being said, the attack itself was absurdly powerful with enough Energy in play, to the point that it couldn't be dismissed as a one time big hit. It was also an interesting attack on a Pokemon-GX, and in this era with Mewtwo & Mew-GX available that meant a second spot to possibly land. Yes, the attack required Water Energy in play, but there were ways around that.

240 HP was pretty much expected on a Stage 2 Pokemon-GX, and it even had an Ability to make that even sturdier. Getting a clean KO on a Blastoise-GX was quite rare indeed. The Grass Weakness wasn't even that bad considering how poor the type was at the time. Blastoise-GX got most of its play just after the Sword & Shield set was released and Grass was basically a dead type at that moment. The Retreat Cost was the only bad stat here. 3 Energy was a lot to ask, so you'd want a way to switch out if you were actually playing Blastoise as itself and not just to call up its attack from the discard pile.

Solid Shell was a simply Ability that had Blastoise-GX take 30 less damage from attacks. This meant that even an ADP boosted Zacian V would need chip damage to take this out from full, for example. 150 was needed to take this down in 2 hits, which most major decks did get to. Blastoise-GX was not going to be an easy 2 Prizes.

Rocket Splash required 2 Water Energy, at least technically. Your damage was based on how many Water Energy attached to your Pokemon in play you shuffled into your deck, and 60 was done for each. If you could get 5-6 Energy into the deck like this, even Tag Teams and VMAXes were falling. That was generally the goal with Blastoise-GX, though taking out another Pokemon was really hard since you gave up so much Energy and you then both had to draw into it again and accelerate it all. Accelerating could be done with Frosmoth, but drawing into that much Energy was a lot less likely.

The attack was, however, a good final hit for a deck that had other options. There was a sort of Mewtwo & Mew-GX deck that used Rainbow, Aurora, and Unit Energy to fuel all sorts of attackers, and Rocket Splash worked with all three of those. Blastoise-GX could just sit in the discard pile and provide one giant, game-winning hit while letting other attacks be called up while getting into position. This was probably the best use of this attack's strengths, avoiding the fact that it was not going to be able to repeat the trick again altogether. This did need careful Energy placement to avoid having things Knocked Out with tons of Energy attached, however, so it wasn't perfect.

Giant Geyser GX needed a Water Energy and simply let you attach as many Water Energy from your hand to your Pokemon however you wanted. The only advantage to this over just using Frosmoth is that technically you could attach the Energy to any type of Pokemon with this. If you were playing in a format without Sword & Shield cards, this at least gave you some backup plan once, but you'd realistically not be doing that.

Blastoise-GX needed card drawing and acceleration to be used on its own, and even then it wasn't something you could reliably attack with twice. Rocket Splash was its only move, after all, and as explosive as it could be, you had to have something more than that and a Stage 2 being used as a one-time hitter was iffy at best at the time. On the other hand, being discard fodder for Mewtwo & Mew-GX had a regional win and then some good online results while the pandemic blocked all in-person events, as having that many sorts of Special Energy that could work as Water let other things work and Blastoise-GX was just there as a possible game-winning play. It was being used for that where this Pokemon shined, and while it wasn't the most common take on Mewtwo & Mew, it was certainly something that could work out well.

[nguyenfinity]

New year new me (drawing) and tag directory!

You can call me Daisy/Sana I don’t really care jdhskshd

Requests/ask box are always open!! It’s just a uh matter of when I get to them—

Currently most focused on Enstars, Genshin, Tian Guan Ci Fu, Apothecary Diaries

Other things I like that weren’t mentioned: RWBY, Ya Boy Kongming, Demon Slayer, Yuki Yuna is a Hero, Arpeggio of Blue Steel, Magia Record, Ninjago, Cookie Run, Honkai Star Rail

Heartbeat! Revival Note Counter: 2121 (as of 2/8 11:41 PM EST)

Tags below:

#original art: self explanatory methinks

#music art: art I do based on certain songs/albums!

#daisy’s ocs: also self explanatory methinks, for a specific oc it’s just “oc [name]”

Current OCs: Maya, Kongou, Eris, Agape, Panopte, Perla, Diamond, Ria, Riam, Winter

#magic pretzel: comics in my lil chibi style

If you like my comics I do have a WEBTOON!

#sananigans: quick-doodle real life shenanigans

#doodle req: specific doodle requests from the inbox!

#inbox doodle: not requested but an ask I attached a drawing to anyways

#sana postal service: any and all things from the inbox

Fandom tags: #genshin, #enstars, #madoka magica, #cookie run, #honkai star rail

#get shuffled: other people's shuffles I draw #street art shuffle: shuffle made by @/spixi !!! #kintsugi shuffle: shuffle made by @/bankarayouth !!!

#lil brohaku: Kohaku being the bees’ resident little brother

#pokemonstars: Pokémon+Enstars (these posts are not tagged pokemon) #pokemonstars ask: from da inbox #pokemonstars hc: headcanons #pokemonstars team: full team for a character

#genshin oc, #pmmm oc

#cindeniki (thanks Neptune for the name): Cinderella AU for Enstars Niki from @/niicookie !!!

#mamagi: stuff with my design for mother Amagi (who is totally not dead ahahahaha)

#insanabean: joint fan event project with @/posebean where we are entirely sane and normal about Rinniki Enstars

[winged-midnight]

[ An audio recording is attached. ]

[ There’s a bit of shuffling before Nox’s voice says, “Right. I’m recording.”

“Thank you.” That’s Garnet. “I guess I’ll start with explanation?”

A rougher voice, feminine, growls from the background, “Stop that. Stop the recording.”

“You’re only incriminating yourself further by speaking,” Garnet says calmly. “I’d advise you stay silent.” She pauses. There’s no interruption. So she continues, “This is [full name redacted], otherwise known as Garnet. Current location and time, Eterna City, January 19th, 3:08 P.M. With me I have [full name redacted], otherwise known as Nox, as well as Champion Cynthia of Sinnoh, and an unnamed woman who introduces herself as a member of Team Galactic.”

“Hi,” Nox says weakly.

“Hello,” hums who you can only assume to be Champion Cynthia. “I can confirm the previously stated information.”

“This feels like overkill—” starts the unknown voice again, but it falters almost immediately.

“Anyway,” Garnet says, a little more forcefully, “I was accosted by this woman in Eterna City, and she demanded my research papers. When I refused and requested that she explain why she wanted them, she attacked me with her Glameow, a Pokemon who is among our present company.”

The Glameow meows inquisitively in the background, then is silenced by some rather impassioned shushing.

“I had my Luxray out and he retaliated in my defense,” Garnet continues smoothly, as though she’s just talking about a quick trip to the grocery store. “I recognize that chasing the offender once she tried to run might have been a more…provocative act on my part, but she had mentioned a Team Galactic at that point, which, you must understand, piqued my immediate interest.”

The Team Galactic grunt snarls.

“You’re okay though, right?” Nox asks quietly. 

“I’m fine,” Garnet replies easily. “Is the recording still going?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, thank you.” She inhales deeply, and goes on, “I cornered her and asked about this Team Galactic, and she refused to elaborate. She sent out a Zubat in an attempt to attack me again. I told my Luxray to use Thunder Wave, in an attempt to minimize the damage, but given we were in such close proximity, the attack not only hit the Zubat, but also their trainer. The Zubat is currently recovering and among the present company.”

“I still can’t fuckin’ move,” the grunt grumbles.

“Which is quite fortunate for me. So do you confirm this sequence of events I’ve just described?”

“Fuck you, you attacked me.”

“Firstly, I’m ace. I’ll pass on the fucking. Second of all, I’ll be taking that as a yes.”

“Diversity win,” Nox whispers into the mic.

“The authorities can question me later,” Garnet continues. “However. I have some rather pressing concerns that I’ll need addressed, and questions I’ll need you to answer.”

“And if I don’t?”

“The police are only one phone call away.”

“Hah! The police don’t do jack shit.”

There’s an audible click of high heels on wooden floor. “I’d recommend you answer the questions regardless,” Cynthia says calmly, the hint of a threat hiding just beneath her polite tone.

“...Fuck.”

“...Nox, stop the recording real quick,” Garnet mutters. “Let’s. Get something sorted first.”

“Gotcha,” Nox replies. There’s a soft tap by the mic. ]

[ Recording ends. ]

[shiraishi-kanade]

Long overdue introductory post 📌

♪ Hi! I mainly go by Jay, but you can also call me Ollie and Lu!

♪ any pronouns

♪ physically disabled + dyslexic, please don't mind the typos, Typing is Hard

♪ English is my third language. I'm currently working on learning three more.

♪ I'm mainly a proseka meta writer, but I also write regular fanfics! You can find me on ao3 as Jeiseny. @jeiseny on here is also my main account, only relating to my writing and/or au's, that is empty for the time being.

♪ my favourite character is An and I'm always down to talk about her. I can talk about An Shiraishi all day. Feel free to ask me about her/tag me in stuff at any time!

♪ my main group is vbs and I'm caught up with their events at the time of writing this, I also follow n25 closely and keep an eye out on wxs. I'm admittedly not as interested in other units.

♪ favourite characters aside from An: Kanade, Touya, Akito, Shiho, Saki, Ena and Mafuyu - I'm fairly invested into their stories as well~

♪ I'm currently working on two unit shuffle au's and my mini-series Count To Five that is An Shiraishi-centric and takes place after Light Up the Fire. Feel free to check it out!

♪ You can talk to me in any form at any time, especially about proseka, but I don't intent to divulge more personal information aside what what I've already said. I also may disclose my nationality if it comes up, but only if I feel safe. I don't bite though!

♪ Other fandoms I've dipped my toe into: Ace Attorney, Pokemon (specifically gen3, gen5 and gen9), Cardfight!! Vanguard (the OG seasons 1-4), Genshin Impact, Stardew Valley, Horizon Zero Dawn + Forbidden West, Pandora Hearts. I'm not nearly as into them as I am in proseka, however.

♪ I didn't know how to tumbrl + exclusively use it from mobile, so tags and formatting on my post might be a little all over the place. Apologies.

♪ Classical music enjoyer. My favourite pieces are Sibelius Violin Concerto and Shostakovich Cello Sonata in D Minor. I've also once heard Requiebros by Caspar Cassadó live and that was legit a highlight of that entire performance, I can't recommend it enough if classical's your kinda thing.

That's all! Nice to meet you!

[dividers by saradika-graphics]

[pokemoncaretips]

The kricketot march is here!

In a few days the kricketot hatching festival will be taking place in Sinnoh, an event that takes place every five years. There will be stalls and souvenirs, and contests such as "largest kricketot", "lightest kricketot" and "most melodic".

Kricketune rely on what is called a leppa mast, when the leppa trees sync up and release a vast quantity of fruit. Though they usually fruit to some extent, the amount of food they produce on a normal year isn't enough. When conditions are right, however, the flowering and fruiting cycles sync up. The mass release of pollen before the fruiting begins is the trigger for the beautiful event that is the kricketune mating season, where the sound of harmonising calls echoes through the autumn woods.

Once the berries are ripe and the female has eaten her fill, she'll lay her eggs under the soil to wait out the winter. Her and every other female in the area. Upon hatching, the young kricketots must run the gauntlet of hungry predators in order to reach shelter, with many falling prey and feeding the new spring hatchlings of other pokemon.

And this year is going to be something special. Due to unforeseen weather events last year, the leppa fruiting also lined up with an unusually heavy fruiting of pecha berries, doubling the already massive amount of fruit available in a "super mast". Field researchers were reporting some kricketune females laying as many as three clutches due to the glut.

This is going to be a LEGENDARY hatching, with potentially over a million kricketot bumbling anxiously through the woods.

Please keep in mind:

Sunhat, sunscreen, and water. This is going to be a warm spring, so take care of your own health. Wear solid, sensible shoes and take a packed lunch.

Walk with care. New hatched kricketot are small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, and are easily stepped on. Slow, shuffling steps are safest.

This is primarily a festival for children. Though the odds of spotting a shiny are higher due to the mass hatching, if you see a wide eyed kid spot a shiny at the same time you do, do the courteous thing and let the kid have the first throw.

Though mostly for catching kricketot, consider this a chance to take home other pokemon. This superhatching event is going to overwhelm the predator population, leaving them slow and sleepy. Take care you aren't catching a pokemon that may have young back at the nest, if it breaks free on the first attempt, let it go. But there's going to be plenty of other pokemon to try.

Be aware that you may see a lot of kricketot being eaten. If you struggle with this aspect of nature, take care of yourself.

Newly hatched kricketot are small and soft, and shouldn't fight. As well, considering the dangers they face, they're very anxious pokemon. Leave them in their pokeball in a dark, quiet room when you bring them home and give them a few hours to settle.

[pikachumaniac10]

It's time for another pokemon shuffle shiny!!!

This week gives 2 shiny mons: shiny tyranitar as seen in the vid and shiny ho oh!

Shiny tyranitar is a coin farm. You need 300 coins to challenge the stage, while Ho oh is a 2 heart farm.

I caught this shiny on both my ds and moblie accounts at the same time, so this post is for both!!

If my count is right, this makes the 8th shiny of moblie pokemon shuffle while it's the 4th shiny of the ds shuffle!

Stay tuned in case I can best and catch the shiny ho oh this week!

[devilisinthedeinos]

Important OOC notice

Had a couple ideas that rekindled my interest in the blog (fuck yeah) and you may have noticed a bit of shuffling around of the blog's theme and the like.

This is because this is a soft restart, the events of the blog previous will still be canon, however I intend for the blog from this point forwards to take on a darker tone(Following the ideas mentioned in the Post outlining the tag "Details in the Deino" though also including Dehumanization in the form of an evil team with the intent to turn everyone in the world into Pokemon)

There will be a happy ending, but there will be plenty of pain and angst before that.

If this makes you uncomfortable, please do yourself a favor and unfollow, there's no reason to worry yourself to death over a fictional story. (As well if you'd like to retcon any interactions your character has with this blog previously that's fine with me, just shoot me a message. It shouldn't matter too much with how I'm planning on doing things, but I want people to be comfortable)

I will include triggers wherever necessary, if you feel something's improperly tagged then please let me know and I'll put an additional tag on it.

With all that said, I hope you're ready and I hope you enjoy :]

[chazzthegreat]

“You want some more lunch, buddy?”

Mabostiff barked an affirmative, wagging his fluffy tail in excitement. Arven laughed, “I thought so, you greedy mutt. Here.”

He sighed contently and relaxed back into the couch as Mabostiff munched away on the rest of his sandwich. The living room was quiet, besides his pokemon’s little snuffles, so he switched on the TV and didn’t bother changing the channel from whatever cooking show he’d been watching yesterday.

He loved winter break. Days of pure bliss; peace and quiet and quality time with Mabostiff in his own home. Even with all the shit that had gone down only months ago, somehow he’d managed to pass all of his mid-terms. He suspected it was mostly thanks to Nemora’s rigorous enforcement of a studying schedule, but when it yielded these results, could he really complain?

(Yes, he could. Very loudly and very frequently. It was a miracle Nemona had put up with it, but Arven was pretty sure it was just because she was actually enjoying his suffering.)

Lo and behold, the exact same show was playing, some Porto Marinada seafood competition with too much drama and not enough actual seafood. Unfortunately, he had become invested in the “too much drama”, so he’d just been putting up with Linda’s incessant crying and Kofu’s shitty attempts at humor for the past couple of weeks.

At some point, when Linda was shockingly crying again, Mabostiff finished his bowl and started shufffling toward Arven with that face he knew the mutt used just to manipulate him.

“No, buddy,” he said sternly. “Don’t even try it, I know what you’re doing.”

Mabostiff whined in response, looking up through his mane of fur with huge eyes.

“No.” He absolutely refused to give in.

Mabostiff seemed to cut his losses and started shuffling towards the couch instead, slow steps that got faster and faster until Arven realised, too late, what was about to happen.

“Wait, sto-!”

He was cut off by a loud involuntary oof as Mabostiff pounced, landing his front paws directly on top of his chest, and therefore his lungs.

“Ughh, get off, you huge mutt, you’re not a puppy anymore! You weigh like a ton, maybe I’ll stop feeding you as much, huh?”

At those blasphemous words, Mabostiff began his blatant protest by attempting to cover every inch of Arven’s face in doggy saliva. Unfortunately for Arven, Mabostiff’s significantly larger size and strong determination meant he succeeded.

“Ew ew ew, stop!” He couldn’t help but break into laughter, pushing futilely at Mabostiffs huge face. The big lug just woofed and continued slobbering all over him.

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell chimed through the house, and Mabostiff paused his attack.

“Who could that be, buddy?” Arven muttered, pushing at his paws. Mabostiff gave one last lick for good luck, and reluctantly jumped down, trotting towards the door. Arven followed, slower, trying desperately to wipe all the slobber off his face.

He swung the door open, greeting on his lips, only to be cut off at the sight before him.

“Director Clavell?” He asked incredulously.

Because there, on his doorstep was the director of his school. Sure, he’d seen him around now and then after the events in the crater, but the most they’d communicated had been, like, friendly nods and greetings.

“Master Arven, good evening,” the director greeted with (surprise, surprise) a nod.

“Uh, hello, sir.”

There were a few moments of awkward silence as Arven debated whether it’d be rude to demand why Mr. Clavell was here right after saying hello, until the director spoke again.

“May I?” He gestured towards the door.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, would you like to come in?”

“If this is a good time?”

“Uh…”

Looking back down the hallway, Arven hesitated.

Yeah, sure, it’s not as if Arven had any plans or anything, but… he hasn’t had someone in the house since-

Well, it’s been a while.

And, he’d spent so many years finding a cure for Mabostiff that he’d kind of, uh, slackened off, in the housekeeping department. The dishwasher had been broken for who knows how long, almost all of the rooms were covered in a thick layer of dust, and he’d been avoiding looking outside towards the garden for as long as possible because he didn’t even want to know about it’s current state. Pretty much the only liveable rooms were his bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. And even they were still kind of bad.

Sure, he could pay someone to come in and fix it all up, but he just hadn’t gotten around to it yet!

(That was a lie. He just didn’t want to put his many… shortcomings on display to be judged and scorned by random people.)

It wasn’t as if he could just leave the director outside, though, especially since he’d already invited him in. Plus, if they just stayed in the- respectable rooms, it’d be fine. Probably.

“No, of course, it’s fine, uh, I mean, now’s a good time!”

Arven flushed, stepping backwards in the hope that Mr. Clavell wouldn’t acknowledge his word vomit, and gestured the man inside. With an incline of his head the director walked in.

Only to be assaulted by the dog, as Mabostiff made his very friggin’ large presence known.

“No, down, buddy!” Arven cried. Miraculously, the director didn’t fall over. He simply chuckled and patted the pokemon’s head; greeting “Why hello there, Mabostiff.”

After finally getting his dog under control with a muttered “No sandwiches for you, you dumb mutt!” that he hoped the director didn’t hear (he definitely heard, if his knowing smile was anything to go by) Arven lead him through the hallway, hastily closing doors as he went.

“Here, come through here, it’s the living room. Would you like some, uh, tea? Or anything?”

He didn’t even have any tea.

“No thank you, young man.”

Thank god.

“Cool, cool.” Arven nodded. Another awkward silence reigned as the director sat down on the couch, and Arven just kinda stood there, Mabostiff leaning against his leg.

Finally, the director looked up with sharp eyes, and began to talk.

“I suppose you’re curious as to why I’m here.”

It wasn’t phrased as a question but Arven nodded anyway, petting Mabostiff’s head for comfort.

“Well, it has come to my attention recently that some information brought to light a few months ago has been… overlooked.”

“What do you mean?” Arven had no idea where this was going.

“Regarding your living situation, essentially. It’s my understanding that you’ve been staying at the school during school terms?”

“Yeah…”

“And when school is off, such as now, you’ve been staying… here?”

“Yep.”

“Alone?“

“Uh…” Oh. Uh oh.

When Arven didn’t answer, Director Clavell continued.

“Please excuse my insensitivity, but has Proffessor Turo- your father, has he not been… gone, since you were young?”

He didn’t respond. Involuntarily, his grip in Mabostiff’s fur tightened.

The director sighed, “Master Arven. I’m not quite sure how to put this, so I’ll just say it. I can’t even imagine what you must be going through, especially so young, but I cannot allow this to go on unnoticed any longer- the safety and wellbeing of my students is of upmost priority to both myself and my duties as school director. The issue, which I’m sure you’re aware of, is your age, as the legal age of independence in Paldea is 18, and you’ve been living completely alone since you were only fifteen.”

Silence.

Mabostiff whined, sensing Arven’s anxiety.

He didn’t know how to respond. What was going on? The director just- waltzed in here, brought up his dad and was now making accusations? Sure, they were true, but-

“Now, don’t worry, I don’t plan to force you to leave or anything as drastic- in the case, of course, that you are properly looking after yourself. I just need to know how you’ve been… surviving, on your own, for two years.”

A little tension left Arven’s body, even though he couldn’t help but be annoyed at the director’s interrogation. Who was he to say whether Arven was “properly looking after himself”, whatever that meant?

“Uh… okay, Sir, first of all, I haven’t been on my own, I’ve had my buddy here.” He patted Mabostiff’s head fondly. “And I guess mom made a fortune on those TeraBalls, so I’ve been paying the bills and food costs pretty easily. It’s not like I haven’t had the practice,” he tried to joke.

The professor didn’t even have the decency to laugh. “What do you mean by ‘practice’?”

Arven sighed, frustrated. “Look, Professor, my… my mom was a very busy woman, she had a lot to do. That means she wasn’t around much, but we managed! I learnt how do to all the boring stuff pretty young, so really, there’s no need to worry about us, or anything. All due respect, but it’d be pretty dumb to- I don’t know what you’d do, put us in the foster system? -for living alone when we’ve been doing that pretty frequently since I was seven. Plus, I’m only a few months away from being eighteen, when it’ll be legal anyway.”

Arven flushed after his little speech, a bit embarrassed. He didn’t take back any of his words though, just stood there under the assessing eyes of Director Clavell. It felt like the man was staring straight into his soul.

Whatever the director was searching for he seemed to find, as he let out a short breath and clapped his hands once.

“Very well, master Arven. Please believe that I never doubted your capabilities- or, of course, Mabostiff’s. Now, I believe I’ve taken up enough of your precious holiday time. Thank you very much for inviting me in.”

“Oh, um, sure.” Arven had gotta admit, he was pretty relieved the man was leaving.

Director Clavell stood up, brushed off imaginary lint from his suit, and followed Arven to the front door. He patted Mabostiff’s head in goodbye, but right before he left, he turned back around. He looked determined.

“Master Arven- I can’t convey how sorry I am that you didn’t feel you could ask any adults for help, even if you didn’t need it. I would like to mention that should you want support, or help, in anything at all, even if you don’t strictly need it, I would be more than happy to offer my services. I’m sure many of my colleagues would agree.”

For what felt like the millionth time that evening Arven had no idea what to say. He nodded. For some reason, his throat felt a bit closed up.

The proffessor nodded back, and finally turned to leave, phone already in hand to call a carriage. With that, Arven swung the front door shut in relief, slumping back against the door and sliding to the floor.

“That was one of the weirdest moments of my life,” Arven confessed to Mabostiff as the pokemon came over to lie his head in his lap. “Thank Arceus it’s completely over!”

Mabostiff shot him a doubtful look, but Arven ignored him and stood up. “C’mon, buddy. It’s about time for an afternoon snack, how ‘bout another sandwich?”

…

That very night, in a big office at the academy…

“Ah, Proffessor Saguaro? Yes, it’s Director Clavell. Listen, I have a small favour to ask of you…”

End.

[tumblezwei]

I got booted out of the game twice while getting my ass kicked by that IPC mech guard, so I think we're done gaming for the night.

So far I'm actually surprised at how involved this quest is?? I expected it to me a little more low-effort and act mainly as a venue to shuffle us to the pokemon-light event, but it's an actual decent follow-up story to Belabog that I'm super into.

Tho in order to progress I'm definitely gonna have to level up some things, and maybe finally put decent relics on my Tingyun.

[scarletsaphire]

Mikey has been the DM for his Dungeons and Dragons group for ages. But that changes today; the local game store is holding an event, which means that he is finally going to get to play! The sorry sucker that's been assigned their DM, named Edgar, will have no idea what hit them.

---

And the other definitely not forgotten one @phantasycentral

"Are you excited?" Nathan asked as he walked down the street next to Mikey, holding his folder close to his chest.

"Am I excited," Mikey repeated in a mocking tone. "Of course I am! I've been stuck as you lot's dungeon master for five years now. Finally, I'll be able to be a player and join in your game ruining shenanigans!"

"Hey!" Caroline said. "We don't ruin any of the games."

"Yea," the other Nathan, or Nate as the gang tended to call him, added. "We enhance it!"

Mikey stopped in his walking to turn and look Nate in the eye. "You caused a black hole by sling-shotting a bag of holding into another bag of holding, ending the big bad instantly, and causing a TPK. On session four."

"Ok, but it's your fault we had two bags of holding," Nathan argued.

"It was not!" Mikey protested. "You guys are the ones who broke into the Grand Wizards Tower the second it was introduced, and then robbed him blind when he tried to stop you!"

"I mean," Caroline said, "You are the one who gave him two bags of holding."

"He made them!" Mikey was nearly yelling at this point. "He was the maker of like, all the enchanted items in the land, of course he'd have two bags of holding!"

"Still your fault," Nate said.

Mikey tugged at his hair. "This is exactly why I am so excited this event is happening. If I have to run one more game with you dunderheads as my party I'm going to lose my mind."

"I thought you already lost your mind when I made that Tabaxi?" Caroline asked, grinning deviously in a way that she only ever did around them. She was normally very self concious about her braces, but apparently bashing orcs heads in with a great axe made for great bonding experiences.

"Oh yea, that one that could run like, 300 feet in a turn!" Nathan said. "I remember that! You ran circles around that Dragonborn, literally!"

"I did!" she preened. "And I distinctly remember you saying that it was the final nail in the coffin of what was left of your sanity."

"I got it back," Mikey sniffed. "Because I'm just better like that."

"If you were than you wouldn't get so hung up on us just having some fun with your games," Nate said, elbowing Mikey in the side.

"Whatever," Mikey grumbled. "Hopefully, whoever is our DM for this event is someone really good, and our schedules will line up, and they can take the curse of Forever DM away from me."

"Well, we're about to find out," Nathan said, coming to a stop in front of the game store. "You all ready?" The group traded determined nods, and made their way into the building.

It was populated, but not full. A number of people were sitting at fold out table in the rear end of the store, just visible through the shelves of board games, RPG books, and fancy dice. A middle aged man stood behind the counter, helping a young woman buying a pack of Pokemon cards. He waved to the lot of them when they came in briefly, before returning to the transaction. They all hovered at the counter, waiting for him to be finished.

It didn't take long before the woman was happily on her way out, Pokemon cards in hand, and the man turned to the four of them. "Howdy folks!" he said, voice thick with a southern accent. "Y'all here for the D&D stuff I take it?"

"Uh, yea," Mikey said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "We uh. We signed up online?"

"Yup, most did," he said. "My name's Chris, I run this place with my sister. Give me just a second to pull up the list and..." Chris clicked a few buttons on his computer. "Ok, it looks like you'll be playing with Edgar. He's the fella in the purple jacket, right back there." Chris nodded his head towards the back, where, just as described, a man sat at the head of one of the empty fold out tables, a DM screen in front of him and a play mat stretched out across the table.

"Ok," Mikey said. "Uh, thank you!" With that, he led the group the rest of the way into the game store. Edgar looked nice enough; he was on the paler side, with dark black hair and a well kept goatee. He had also set up the map pretty well, at least from Mikey's perspective; most of it was covered with papers, which he presumed would be removed while they explored. When the three of them approached the table, Edgar looked up and smiled at them.

"Aw yes, you must be my adventurers!" he said. "I'm Edgar, and I'll be the story writer for the evening. I assume you have all created characters for the evening?"

Mikey and the rest of the group gave a variety of affirmatives, as they all took their seats at the table. "Do you want to take a look at our character sheets before we get started?" Nathan asked, pulling the paper out and holding it out to Edgar. 

Edgar waved the paper away. "There's no need. I'm sure I will become... properly acquainted with all of your characters by the end of this story. Now, are you all ready to start? I promise, it will be an adventure to die for."

Mikey caught Caroline's eyes from across the table. She looked nervous. They all did; none of them were exactly what would be described as sociable, outgoing people, so it was only natural that they'd all have some kind of social anxiety in this situation, but there was something off about Edgar. Something about the way that he spoke...

Mikey took a deep breath. His mom had been getting on his case lately, about needing to get out of his comfort zone more. She probably meant to start playing a sport or something, but this counted. Maybe Edgar was just as nervous and socially awkward as they were, and just had an odd way of saying it? "We're ready," Mikey said. 

"Wonderful. Then let us begin."

---

Mikey couldn't say at what point during the exposition things started to get weird. Edgar was a very good storyteller, so for a while, it just seemed like he was painting a very vivid picture of the forest laid out before them, vivid enough that Mikey could see the towering trees and dappled sunlight on the ground. And then he could smell the clear, cool air, and hear the bird song and the wind rustling in the leaves, and feel the dirt on the ground beneath his leather boots, and Mikey was no longer just Mikey, he was Erdri, his dragonborn paladin. 

"What..." Nathan, a half-elf cleric named Vaeril. "What happened? How are we..."

"Ok cool so I'm not just going crazy," Nate said. His spoke with a lisp, his half-orc tusks making the softer sounds of Common awkward. 

"Not unless we all are," Caroline replied. Mikey almost missed her; she was a halfling rogue, which made her very, very easy to miss. "You don't think..."

"That I was a ghost?" It was Edgar's voice, coming from a squirrel in the trees. "If you didn't, you'd be wrong. You can call me Ghost Writer, and I've decided to play my hand at this new form of collaborative story telling. You will be my test group! How lucky you are."

Nate drew his great-axe from behind his back. "You let us go right now! You won't get away with this!" 

"Oh, none of that," Ghost Writer replied. "If you won't play fair, than neither will I." Nate tripped and fell face first on the ground, the great-axe flying from his hand. "All you have to do is finish this adventure. That's what you agreed to do, is it not?"

"Not like this!" Nathan complained.

"Tomato, tomato," Ghost Writer said. "You agreed, and now you have to see the story to the end. Be careful! I'm not planning on going easy on you." The squirrel lost the imprint of Ghost Writer's features, returning to existence as a completely regular squirrel.

"We're gonna die," Caroline said, just above a whisper. "We're totally going to die!"

"No, we're not," Mikey said. The strength in his voice surprised him. "We're going to win."

"How can you say that?" Nate asked, brushing the dirt off of his face. "We've never done anything like this before!"

"Yes, we have! We've been playing Dungeons and Dragons for years. You all are experts at breaking a DM's story, and I know all the tips and tricks about DMing that there is to know. This "Ghost Writer" won't know what hit him."

"Ok," Nathan said, taking a deep breath. "Ok. I believe you. But why the hell do I believe you."

"I rolled like, an 18 in charisma."

"That'll do it."

"Onwards and upwards?" Nate held his hand out between the four of them. 

One by one they all added their hands to the stack. 

"Onwards and upwards!" They said the cheer unanimously, throwing their hands up in the air. Together, they made their way deeper into the forest, where adventure awaits.

[alondradina]

This kind of has spoilers for the end game? I think if you know the ending you'll get it, and if you don't know it then you won't. Which makes sense in my head, but I'm not sure if it'll make sense to anyone else. Sorry.

This was done for the 30+ December Holiday Event! It had to be less than 500 words (I had to cut from 813 and it was painful, let me tell you) and the prompt I chose was best Christmas morning ever.

Title: Save This Moment

Fandom: Pokemon Violet

Characters: Professor Turo and Arven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43644670

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Finger held to smiling lips, Arven's father led him past the lab to the waiting sky taxi. The five year old giggled, covering his mouth with both hands. He had been promised an adventure.

The boy squealed when the taxi took flight and a beam from the lighthouse blinded them. His father pulled him into his lap, wrapping him in a blanket.

"Sleep, little one. I will wake you upon arrival."

"Where?" Arven questioned, leaning against his father's chest. Tilting his head, he sent a radiant, gap-toothed smile above him. "Will there be food?"

His father chuckled, arms tightening. "I packed sandwiches. You may have one now, if you wish?"

"When we get there," the boy insisted, yawning. With nothing to do but sit in the dark, he drifted off.

A jarring impact woke him. He flailed — certain he was falling out of bed — before realizing he was still being held.

"Good morning," his father whispered. "What do you see?"

The boy peered out the window; breath frosting the glass. Hesitantly, he rubbed the fog away with a pudgy hand. Outside it was white.

"Snow?"

His father nodded. "You wanted a white Christmas."

"Oh," Arven whispered. He let the window fog again before facing his father. "Can I touch it?"

"Of course."

Huffing and puffing on bare hands, the taximan offered a coat. "My kid's about his size."

A gust swirled through Arven's pajamas, and he gratefully pulled the coat on. Buttoning it, his father handed him a pair of gloves. "They will be too big, and are not meant for snow, but will provide some protection."

Snow wasn't what Arven had imagined. It wasn't soft or fluffy, and tasted like water. Everything was cold and wet. He refused to complain, though.

Glancing over his shoulder, he discovered his father watching him — a strange look on his face. His father was always in motion; hands full and mind focused on his work. He barely noticed his son. But now, open lab coat whipping in the wind — unbothered by the cold and snow — his father had eyes only for him.

The warmth stolen from his extremities curled around his heart; encasing it in an unfamiliar feeling. It was indescribable.

His father's expression seemed to reflect it, though. Something uncertain; affectionate. A special feeling only for them.

Arven took a deep breath and forcefully expelled it. The giant puff it created warmed his cheeks before vanishing into the wind.

His father sighed, but no cloud came from his lips. "Come here, Arven. It's too cold."

He shuffled over without protest. The taximan opened the door as Arven settled into his father's arms; searching for a warmth he couldn't find.

His concern vanished when he spotted a maschiff quivering on the floor. Setting him down, his father nudged him towards the Pokemon. "You wanted a companion."

"Yes," Arven whispered, fingers reaching for soft fur. The Pokemon sniffled outstretched fingers before licking them. Giggling, he stroked its head. "We'll be best friends. You'll see."