Ruby’s Anon Again! I Just Wanted To Reiterate That The Siblings And Ruby Are All Yours! I Don’t Want

Thanks for the tag! I had a lot of fun with this so I ended up doing a few for each member of my Explorers squad

Clay (Shinx):

I don’t know where he would get heels, or why he would have them. But he would absolutely commit to the bit of being REALLY good at using them with paws on all fours

He’s still VERY traumatized from what Dusknoir did to him, and it only gets worse as he starts to recover his memories of the past (amnesia deleted trauma comes back) :(

He completely knocks the wind out of Grovyle when he first arrives in the present after the post game

Leo (Charmander):

He chews on his claws a lot when he’s nervous (which happens often). Even when he becomes more confident later on, it’s hard for him to break the habit

Leo is very sentimental when it comes to holidays and traditions. Decorating his house for them reminds him of so many happy memories he has with his parents.

Anyone who dares to hurt Clay is in eminent danger (Dusknoir is not safe)

Basil (Grovyle):

Running from Dusknoir for most of his life made sleep deprivation a close acquaintance of his, and he almost ODed on chesto berries in an effort to stay awake for 72 hours straight once. He has a difficult time adjusting to maintaining a healthy lifestyle once his life isn't constantly in danger.

He gave Clay as stuffed teddyursa he handmade when Clay was a little kid. He's held onto it for years even after Clay outgrew it.

Lola (Celebi):

Lola is not a large pokemon. Nobody needs somebody who weighs 11 lbs and has the ability to time travel to be amped up on 200 mg of caffeine.

She spend most of her life being unable to because noon didn't happen. Let her enjoy it.

I mean, come on. You all have seen PMD tumblr.

Dusknoir

If anyone asks him about this, he hard denies it every time (he's lying)

I don't have much to say about this one. Maybe Dusknoir was only serving Dialga to cover up his cringey chronically online past

This is probably the song he sings in the shower

I found this site that generates you a random headcanon.... How about we do that: you enter the name of a character (or your OC!), post what you got, and then comment on how true do you think it is for them!

perchance.org

Character Headcanon Generator

Not true. That was very easy.

Who's next!!! @judejazza @mcwentfandomtraveling @sh0jun @lorei-writes @groovylita @queengiuliettafirstlady @scummy-writes @ludivineikewolf @yarnnerdally @yanderepuck @vioisgoinginsane @venulus @fang-and-feather @leonscape @writingwhimsey @foreverxdaydreaming @keithsandwich @verynormaluser

What are the things Leo and Clay like to do in their spare time? Do they have any hobbies / interests they'd like to explore but haven't been able to yet?

Clay spends a lot of his free time trying become literate again. He very quickly realizes how difficult it is to function in society when he can't read or write the language that everyone uses, and he hates having to rely on Leo for it (even though Leo doesn't mind it). After Leo helps him get the basics down in terms of the alphabet, necessary words, and simple grammar, he starts reading simple books to expand his vocabulary. Writing is particularly difficult for him to learn to due to the fact that he has to learn to write a new alphabet with paws AND as a quadruped. He comes to find that he enjoys reading comics a lot. The combination of pictures and less words allows him to enjoy fictional works despite his poor reading skills, which he greatly appreciates. Eventually, he wants to read well enough to read more advanced nonfiction books so he can learn more about the history, science, and overall state of the new world he's living in. That's on the backburner for now though.

Leo likes to paint in his spare time. Art is something his parents introduced him to when he was young, and they would often bring him back materials to use from their expeditions. It helps him de-stress, which is super good him considering that he's a bundle of nerves most of the time. After joining the guild with Clay, he starts to make his own supplies/paints using items they find in mystery dungeons. He also takes inspiration from the new places they explore and implements them into his paintings. Clay insists that his paintings are incredible and that he should be selling them somewhere, but Leo doesn't buy it.

There's a lot the two of them like to do together too. They both enjoy visiting Treasure Town while preparing for missions. Clay likes to chat with travelers and other explorers, and Leo enjoys talking with the shopkeepers whom he knows from his parents. They also like stopping by Spinda's after they finish their jobs for the day. Leo prefers sweeter drinks, whereas Clay tends to prefer more tart, citrusy juices. They also enjoy taking walks on the beach together when they have the time. The sound of the waves is relaxing, and it's a nice escape from all the noise of the world and busy guild life.

This is beautiful. Almost made my cry in the middle of doing a lab report. Learning to love myself is something I’m still working on, it’s a journey I’m glad I started. This encapsulates that journey so well. Amazing work as always Sofie 🥹

I made a short comic set to a favorite quote of mine about anxiety by the author C. Joybell C. way back in 2019. If you like it, check out her Goodreads for more beautiful quotes!

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Everyone go look at this!

I made some wild assumptions about some of the amazing teams I’ve been seeing in my notes after reblogging this amazing post and drew a handful of them! If anyone would like me to untag them, just let me know :>

@lordofdragos’s exeggcute and pineco (which I originally planned to draw with an evolved exeggcute dropping pineco onto the heads of their enemies from 30 feet in the air like the lil guy’s a hecking nuke):

@moxx-n-angel’s bombirdier and smoliv:

@stingraywipe’s litten and dedenne:

@gehtsis’s wurmple and magby:

@spoop-dee-boop’s scraggy and torkoal:

@fujii-draws’s chatot and teddiursa:

@demifiendcruithne’s galarian corsola and fletchling:

@driftingballoons’s jangmo-o and skrelp:

This is so funny but also such a good idea that I wish was brought up more. It makes literally zero sense that the hero just instantly adapts to a completely new body and world the day they show up, I’m sorry but they just aren’t built like that. When Clay first shows up he’s falling over constantly due to being digitigrade and quadruped, can’t control his electricity at all, and cannot read or write except for some weird language no other pokemon speak. He still dives headfirst into most situations despite that, and Leo is constantly trying to dig them out of whatever Clay got them into. Everyone around treasure town things he’s a total weirdo, but they don’t have the heart to tell Leo they think that about the one friend he’s made since his parents’ disappearance.

To add on to this a little more, I also have a headcanon that heroes’ emotions are SUPER easy to read due to their body language. They’re not used to having control over their new tails, ears, elemental powers, etc, so they involuntarily show how they’re feeling based off of the movement and presentation of them. For example, my riolu hero OC Milo always gets embarrassed when he’s excited about something because he can’t stop his tail from wagging like crazy. Clay tends to spark up with electricity whenever he’s scared or upset about something.

It’s little things like this that make people’s characters and fics so awesome, it makes the heroes seem so much more down to earth and actually human like they’re supposed to be.

Imagining the PMD Partners as frustrated pet-owners trying so hard to care for their humans is hilarious to me.

Like, Hero is great and all, but they're so dumb. Partner is at their wits end and doesn't know what to do. Turns out, they're not the first person to feel that way!

The various partners throughout the years have written journals and compared notes, resulting in: How to care for your human - The struggle of Partners everywhere.

And it's just filled with nonsense like -

Humans don't have survival instincts. You are their impulse control.

Don't let your human pat every stranger they come across!

How to trick your human into going to the vet!

Teaching humans about hygiene.

How to keep your human happy (results may differ depending on the human)

Teaching your human how to control their fire/electricity/etc.

What to do if your human won't eat.

Teaching your human about their species behaviour (e.g. sunbathing, moulting, etc.)

Make sure your human gets regular exercise.

How to create an enriching environment for your human.

So, you're human is an eldritch horror?

What to do if your human is Gen Z

Hey look another ask game I stole from Sofie!! This one sounds super fun :D

PUT A “∞” IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL SHUFFLE MY MUSIC PLAYER AND GIVE YOU MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THE SONG THAT COMES UP.

Rare footage of Grovyle getting back at Ribbons for all of her stupid antics

Inspired off of @sincerely-sofie’s reply(s)

Sofie I am scared and excited and anxiously anticipating what is to come I hope you’re happy

Just made 40 individual PMD2: Text Post Boogaloo pieces and am holding back the impending tidal wave of posts with a broomstick and prayer.

The queue can only hold them back for so long.

Brace yourselves.

Me: “Ok, I just got back home from my last day at Momocon! Time to spend the evening resting and catching up with all of my mutuals’ posts that I missed.”

Proceeds to have my heart exploded into ten million pieces by yet another Oblonger banger

I took @billycorn 's advice and decided to write a fic about this! The idea with the journal hit me hard and put this exact scene in my mind!

Dialga is Searching

Dialga stood in place. Meditating. Her mind drifted between timelines. Searching for any clues about the entity that caused her to lose her mind. All that appeared in his memories and in the timelines she examined however, was a hazy blob.

One with icy blue eyes that struck fear into the legend's heart.

She could still see those eyes clear as day. They haunted her. She knew she was more powerful than whatever being they belonged to, but they still filled her with a terror she had never felt before.

Dialga's meditation was interrupted by hearing the sound footsteps and labored breathing of a mortal approaching her body.

Dialga opened her eyes. Fully prepared to reprimand the fool that decided to approach her without permission. Her eyes then widened when she saw who it was, and what condition they were in.

It was Piplup.

Not just any Piplup, but the Piplup that was involved in bringing her back to her senses. Even if she didn't have the red bandana wrapped around her shoulder, she would have recognized her from her abnormal teal coloring. She believes her name is Melody?

Dialga's concern grew as she examined the bruises and cuts all across her body. Several cuts with coloring that indicated poisoning.

Despite that, and the pain she was clearly in, her expression was fiercely determined.

“Ah. Piplup. This is unexpected.” Melody looked up at her with wide eyes. “Why have you sought me out?”

The two stared at each other for a moment. Melody's expression slowly narrowed into intense anger. She swung the explorer's bag around to her front, pulled out a journal and grunted as she put her entire body into throwing it at her. The journal weakly landed on the ground in front of the legend.

In between heavily panting from the exertion, she snarled. “Read it.”

Dialga blinked in shock. Lightly recoiling her head. Then narrowing her eyes and looking down at the mortal.

“Your involvement in bringing me to my senses does not give you permission to treat me with such disresp-”

“I DON'T CARE!” Melody shrieked, interrupting the legend. She pointed a flipper at her. “You owe me Dialga! You have to do me a favor, and what I want is this! Now READ IT!!”

The two glared at each other for several moments. Her anger grew as a memory she didn't know she had, returned.

Dialga briefly considered bringing divine punishment down on this mortal for acting like she could command her like some mindless beast. Just like that thing had already done once before.

Dialga sighed. She does indeed owe this mortal. Disrespect and commanding aside, she would still be that mindless creature if it wasn't for her.

Dialga lifted the journal with Psychic. It would be unbecoming of Dialga to punish her whilst in a state of such intense emotion. She'll do what she asks and then give her a warning in no uncertain terms to never do what she just did again.

Dialga began to read. The first few pages contain a message to Melody, from herself. Begging her to not forget what is in this journal. And to ‘please believe that it's true.’

Dialga then quickly read through the rest of the journal. Almost every entry had to do with Sunny. The human-turned-Eevee that had been with Melody for the journey that they took to unfreeze the future.

A few entries had to do with Grovyle and Celebi. One particularly negative one had to do with Dusknoir betraying them. But every page mentioned Sunny at least once, even if the entry wasn't about her.

Dialga closed the journal and set it on the ground next to Melody. She continued to angrily stare at Dialga.

“That was touching, but I fail to see why you wanted me to read this.”

Melody's gaze fell to the ground. Her head hung low.

“Was it real?” She weakly asked. Barely louder than a whisper.

Dialga flinched. “What?” She asked.

Tears began to well in Melody's eyes.

“Was it real? Did any of that happen?” She breathlessly asked. She gave a sob and tears started streaming down her face.

Dialga's expression softened as she continued. “Nobody remembers any of that. It's like none of them ever existed.” She weakly cried out.

“I-I know the journal Says-h-h that it was, a-and that it's in my h-h-h-handwriting.” She hyperventilated. Dialga's eyes were wide, and her brows furrowed.

“B-h-h, But I don't kn-know anymore.” She sobbed a few more times. “I don't h- even rem-remember what she l-h-h-looked like.”

Melody fell backwards and sat on the ground. Sobbing for several moments before looking up at Dialga.

“P-please just tell me.” She pleaded. “D-did she e-exist? D-did h-h-h- a-any of th-that happen?”

Dialga stared at her for several seconds and then nodded. Melody's eyes widened.

“Yes. She did. All of them did.” Melody sputtered and sobbed some more. “Sunny did exist. Both of you helped save the world. As did Grovyle, Celebi and Dusknoir.”

Melody stared at her with wide eyes. Then shut them tight and sobbed.

“Th-thank Arceus.” She muttered. Then she sputtered and sobbed some more. She fell onto her side and curled up. Loudly sobbing.

Dialga could feel tears of her own stinging in her eyes. The first time she'd felt any for eons.

She watched the child cry for several minutes. An aching in Dialga's chest slowly rose the longer this went on.

Eventually, Melody's crying slowed. Then stopped with a heavy sigh. Tears still ran down her face as she sat upright and picked up the journal. Holding it in her flippers and stared at it for several seconds. Slowly rubbing the top of it.

Eventually, she put the journal in her bag and stood up. She turned and heavily walked back towards the way she came.

“Where are you going?” Dialga asked.

Melody stopped, and then sighed. “I just. I needed to know if she was real.” She muttered. “I needed to know that I wasn't going crazy. Thanks Dialga.”

Dialga narrowed her eyes. “I can simply open a passage to take you back to your home. I will not allow you to be further injured.”

Melody turned her head in surprise. “You would do that?” She gasped.

Dialga nodded. She then focused her power and a passage of time opened to the side of Melody, her jumping a bit in surprise.

“you are too injured to make the trek back on your own.” She said, trying her best to keep her voice sounding neutral.

“...Okay…Thanks.” Melody quietly said. She then stepped into the passage. It closed after she disappeared.

Dialga stood there for a few minutes. Just pondering the things that had happened.

She attempted to go back to meditating. But her mind constantly wandered back to Melody.

‘You have to do me a favor, and what I want is this!’

Dialga couldn't let the phrase rest. It replayed in her mind over and over.

Did she… Did she want Sunny back?

Dialga killed the idea of meditating and pondered.

The intense relief and sorrow that she had displayed was bringing Dialga to her own tears.

If she had asked Dialga to bring her back, if there was nobody to bring back, what would she have thought? What would she have done? Melody wanted to know if they were real.

Dialga shut her eyes. A tear escaping and fleeing down her face. She began to look through other timelines. Pondering what actions she could take.

And what of Grovyle, Dusknoir and Celebi? They gave their lives for hers.

And what about everyone else in that future that had been alive before being given a chance to live?

Dialga took a deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to do something she had never done before.

WHY IS DRAWING HANDS SO FUCKING HARD