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Silly idea I came up with:
(eos spoilers under the cut)
Hero and partner (+Cresselia and Palkia) witness Darkrai as he attempts to flee into the tampered passage. It quickly breaking apart.
They stand there. Wondering.
"Did... Did we win?"
Palkia explains that, Darkrai isn't dead. But that he will have had all of his memories wiped like the hero because of the passage...
Then suddenly, another passage opens up in front of them, and out falls the freshly amnesiac Darkrai.
Que shenanigans.
#pmd#pmd eos#text post#writing#pmd2#pokemon#eos darkrai#i prommy ill make some more CtS and Bodyswap!TPiaG content soon.#i just need to stop waiting for the vibes to feel right and force the vibes into feeling right.#anyway#feel free to reblog this with how your oc's would react.#eos spoilers
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This post by @fujii-draws had got me thinking about Dusknoir again. Particularly the part where he tells her that he was afraid.
That got me thinking about the inverse though.
What if what he did, wasn't done out of fear?
Believing that he had killed the thing that had him rediscover his humanity led to him completely isolating himself from his emotions.
He can't feel pain, if he doesn't allow himself to.
This leads him down a cruel path. His treatment of the Sableye slowly begins to resemble how Dialga used to treat him. Controlling them through fear and threats.
He still feared and respected Dialga. But it was different than it used to be. He is a valuable asset to her, despite her lack of any deeper thoughts than what could ensure her survival.
She loosens her grip on his leash, because she knows him. He wont do anything contradictory to what she wants him to.
He does occasionally do what he wants, but his heart has been completely corrupted by darkness.
He takes enjoyment in his cruelty.
He wasn't told by Dialga to execute Sunny, Melody and Grovyle in such a heartlessly evil manner. If it were up to her, she would have him just thrown them off a cliff or something to get it done as soon as possible.
No. He was going to have them executed in such a way because he enjoyed it.
He reveled in watching them scream out in pain and terror.
He wanted them to feel the terror of death.
Grovyle had no plan to escape, because Dusknoir was much more thorough in his preparations.
He was going to kill them. He was going to watch, and he would do it with glee.
That is until, he recognized his daughter.
He learns that she isn't dead.
But she was about to die because of him.
He nearly killed her because he wanted to.
He cuts them lose, and tells them where the passage of time is located.
He no longer fears his own death, because he shouldn't be allowed to after what he'd done.
The self-loathing and guilt he feels is indescribable.
His death through non-existence was too good for him. He should have never existed in this, or any timeline in the first place.
But then he's brought back.
And now, every day he has to shoulder the weight of knowing that he enjoyed watching his daughter nearly be gutted on his command.
He's terrified of returning to the past with Grovyle and Celebi.
How could he face her?
He could say that Dialga had been threatening him. But she would know that's a lie. He had told her otherwise back when he almost killed her.
He can't imagine a life with her again after what he'd done.
He desperately hopes and wishes that she despises him the way he does himself.
#Posting this as something other than a reblog so more ppl see it#Chasing the sunrise au#pmd#pmd eos#text post#writing#pokemon#CtS au#CTS Sunny#CtS Dusknoir#eos Dusknoir
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OOF.
Oough, dude, y'all ever wonder if Grovyle has an aversion to thunderstorms (or really electricity in general) after the events of the main story + SE5?
I just imagine a thunderstorm happens and he's completely incapable of going to sleep. Rain isn't an issue, but the thunder was all he could hear when he gets separated from Hero.
All he can think of is how he lost his best friend. They're still alive, but they're not the same. They've forgotten about him.
Then couple that with Dusknoir's plot at Icicle Forest. The electricity coursing through his body, nearly extinguishing his life. Maybe he could feel the electricity in the air from the lightning if he goes outside, and the sight of lightning brings back those memories of nearly dying.
In the moment, he keeps everything buried. But he can never completely hide it away. He's more hesitant around areas with high concentrations of energy, he finds himself using Dig a lot more in places that bear similarities to Amp Plains in their high concentration of Electric types.
He's alive, but those memories will always remain with him. Whether it's from the emotional scars from losing his friend or the physical ones from the betrayal that nearly killed him.
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I can see you as a ground type gym leader, with quagsire or clodsire as your ace
I would be one of those guys that has a silly little wallet that unfolds into 20+ pictures of someone, and they would all just be of Clodsire.
Other Gym leaders would either find me endearing or annoying as heck because I would regularly go up to them during our off time and be like this:
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Weirdly enough, you strike me as an ice-type gym leader with either a Lapras or Galarian Darmanitan ace! Your gym has a building next door where you sell hot chocolate and warm baked goodies, and gym-goers get a free cup of cocoa on every attempt :>
YESSS I LOVE THIS IDEA!
I generally prefer being in the cold because I have a tendency to get warm pretty easily. So I imagine that trainers that go to the Cafe before the gym would be shocked to see me not change out of my sandles, shorts, t-shirt and loose jacket.
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Sometimes it is your fault.. Sometimes you don’t listen well enough, you’re selfish, you’re rude and you aren’t always right. Sometimes you fucked it up and tbh that’s okay. It happens, learn from it, apologize and keep it moving. Just because you fucked up doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Don’t dwell on it
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if i was a gym leader, anonymously give me my gym’s typing and my ace pokemon
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GIRL NO THAT AINT HOW IT WORKS!
here's the thing. We could say the same thing about our ideas or art. The reason why you feel like it's low effort is because you made it. The ideas that I post about, heck, most of my writing, is the same as what you do. Just kinda writing what comes to mind. I can count on my hands the amount of things I've redrafted. (Once)
That is to say, being able to say all that and analyze media the way you do is a genuine talent. I'm not lying or exaggerating in the slightest when I say that I wish I had that same talent. Because being able to analyze media is just as, if not more fun for me as interacting with said media and it is genuinely frustrating having to take several days to say something equal to what you can in a few hours.
Also. There are hundreds of youtubers who's entire careers are built almost (if not entirely) on just analyzing media and pointing out things people might not have noticed. You have that same thing going for you.
To reiterate, the only reason you think it's bad, or not deserving of credit, is because you made it. I guarantee that if there was someone who did that same kinda analysis on your posts, that you would be over the moon. Just like we are when you do it to ours.
i know ive said it for the umpteenth time by now but i still think about how so many people actually care about the tags i pour out because me personally i just roll with whatever thought process i have in mind and if it fits then i just write it down when it correlates with my mood and thoughts and while i absolutely do NOT wish to sound ungrateful i feel like im getting a bit too much credit for where it's due because i should be the one thanking all of you for making me write it all out in the first place 😭
#im going to kill your self loathing with hammers.#From here on if you are thinking bad things about yourself#i want you to think about how; if your self loathing was a person berating you; your mutuals would be sharpening pitchforks over it.#We dont want you thinking mean thoughts about yourself!!!!#text post
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BILLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY
Too Late
A short PMD fic inspired by this post from @thescarletcrow (let me know if you wanna be untagged)
He awoke with a start, breath coming in rapid bursts. Frantically, he gulped in air and scrambled forwards, throwing himself from his nest and reaching for the Water Float leaning against the wall.
Pulling himself upright, Azumarill clutched the Water Float to his chest and fought to get his breathing under control. He'd nearly managed it when he opened his eyes and found someone watching him in the dark.
"Beck, are you alright?"
A broken gasp slipped past Beck's lips and he nodded weakly. "Yeah, yeah. Just a nightmare. Sorry to wake you, Kye."
A soft golden light washed through the room, revealing the face in the dark. Luxray wore a gentle smile, and when he spoke his tone was as soft as his fur. "Drowzee again?"
Azumarill nodded, unable to force the words past the lump in his throat.
Kye shuffled over in his nest, his tail flicking. Smiling weakly, Beck crawled into Kye's nest and leaned into the bigger Pokemon's thick fur, still cradling the Water Float.
Beck pressed himself against Kye's side and breathed deeply. The warm fur was so comforting, so familiar. This is how a big brother should be. A big brother should protect his siblings.
When you were alone and crying, a big brother would rub your back and hold you close. When you were lost in a crowd, a big brother would hold your hand tightly, and lead you home. When you were scared, a big brother would come for you, he'd stay by your side, right where he should be.
That's where Beck should have been. He should never have trusted Drowzee. He should never have taken his eyes off Azurill. He should never have left his brother's side. He should have gotten them both home. He should've been a better brother. He should've been more like Kye.
This human, so lost and alone, had washed up on the beach outside Treasure Town one day. It was maybe a week after the incident? Beck wasn't sure, his memories of that time were so blurry, but he knew that since then, Kye had always been by his side.
It was strange at first. Beck was always the big brother, who was this stranger beside him? Who was this Shinx, so kind and gentle, and firm and strong? What do you mean Beck was now the little brother?
That couldn't be right. Beck had failed Azurill. There was a special place in Giratina's realm for brother's who couldn't protect their siblings. Yet, as time dragged on, Beck found himself unable to leave Kye. Beck knew he deserved to be alone, deserved to rot in the dark future for his failure, but he couldn't pull away. He couldn't lose one more brother.
"You know, I would've liked to meet Azurill."
Beck's thoughts came to a crashing halt and his eyes opened wide, fighting back salty tears. "What?"
Kye smiled. "Your brother, if he was anything like you, then he must've been great. I'm sure I would have loved him dearly."
Beck pressed his face back into Kye's fur, his words muffled. "He was great. He was also just a kid."
"So were you. At least, that's all you should have been."
Beck's fists clenched. "Maybe, doesn't change anything though."
"Beck, it should not have been you. It should not have happened at all."
"I know," Beck said, his voice weak. "I just... Since becoming explorers, we've helped so many people, but I got strong too late. I couldn't save him."
Kye curled around, leaning his head against Beck's side, wanting to say something, but unable to find the words.
Eventually, Beck spoke again, his voice breaking. "You know, I like to think that Azurill sent you to me. I wasn't used to being alone, he knew I still needed a brother."
#AAAAAAHHHHHH#“So were you. At least#that's all you should have been.“#I AM GOING INSANE BILLY OH MY WORD#I CANT EVEN ANALYZE THIS LIKE I WANT BECAUSE I HAVE ONKY SCREAMS#THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY GOODNESS#FAV
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lrb dadnoir fucking me up at 3am its so so awesome (crying) (sobbing) (wailing)
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Mutuals read this NOW!
I’ve been a PMD EOS fan for years on end but has always been too shy to really participate in its fandom but has there ever been an AU where our partner Pokémon was this mourning mother who finds a child washed up on the beach and she becomes codependent quick to justify their canon narrative positions… bro even with the idea she’s like, Skuntank’s ex wife or smtg idk
i think about it often but i’d love to see more content works by fans if something similar has been done!! :3
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This Hades clips was recommended to me randomly, and It feels like it's extremely accurate to a conversation that Grovyle and Dusknoir would have. Like, post-redemption but Pre-found family Dusknoir methinks.
#hades game#hades supergiant#pmd#pmd eos#pmd2#pokemon#eos dusknoir#eos grovyle#ive never even thought about how Zagreus-coded Grovyle is.#oh my goodness their characters fit perfectly together.
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@missrobzombie @i-never-forgot YES…. I am a sucker for big terrifying monsters growling,,, Dusknoir is no exception.
(He’s always watching over Ribbons/Aimilios like a Corviknight)
And that’s not all…
He purrs :3 (He RARELY ever does— only around Pokémon he trusts)
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“tumblr mutual” beloved friend I would pick up at the airport if y’all visited my home city
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I dreamed that I found a porygon-z and adopted it as my pet...
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Alright. One more idea.
Pmd hero, as a future paradox mon.
A robot. Even among other steel types you're an anomaly.
You don't remember anything besides your name and the fact that you were human.
But... Were you though?
You aren't a pokemon, and you aren't human. Your nothing biological and you don't resemble the pokemon that aren't flesh and blood either.
What you are is a vague facsimile of another pokemon. One that already exists.
Who's to say that you were human in the first place? That you aren't just programed to think and feel this way.
Are you even alive in the way everyone else is? If you were, then wouldn't you have been turned into whatever pokemon you resemble?
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YYYYEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!
another idea popped to mind when i saw oblonger's post about the hero as an ultra beast and during the midst of all i came up with a concept that's a bit similar; but i will try my best to explain it.
hero turning into a legendary pokemon after the whole passage shenanings occur.
legendary pokemon are already a force to be reckoned with that is equally respected and revered, so seeing one just waltz into town on one faithful day is enough to get everyone excited. everyone gathered around to see you, and you cannot tell if it's for a good or a bad reason. nonetheless, you adore the sudden curiosity and attention gained. but the pride and hubris that come from such adoration lead to one fatal flaw: a lack of honing in skills. great power flaws within you. one that at such an age you are not yet accustomed to, and one that you should have never gained in the first place. its overflowing. the tension is rising. one misstep leads to another, and everyone ends up paying the price. people get hurt, some even killed. and everyone already knows who to blame. and truly, who would not? your prowess and might can form craters within seconds, your abilities transcend that of a mortal 'mon, and it is far too dangerous to be around such a force. you are a danger to your surroundings. you are a danger to your loved ones. you are a danger to yourself. carry the torch and burden yourself with the mantle bestowed upon you, this was all your fault. all your fault. all your fault.
months pass. nobody has seen you in months. you hid far, far away for everyone. where you will never be able to hurt them again. it's for the best. you're fine. you're okay. this is what you deserve.
you never had a choice to begin with.
#AND THEN-!#maybe combining both concepts??#and having the hero be a Mewtwo??#you get the best of both angst#you get this poor child being cursed wigh power beyond their control#coupled with being some/thing/ that nobody has even heard or seen before#an utterly terrifying creature that just showed up one day with no memories and the capacity to completely eradicate an entire town#it would be in everyone's best interest if the strongest adventurers were gathered to make sure this tragedy doesnt occur again.#MAN i love this post!#i might actually do something with this in the future; this is so good.#fav
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