I Just Found Out That You Can Get Eggs As A Reward For Completing Jobs In EOS. I Did Not Know This Until

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.

Y'all like PMD?

What’s your top three beloved Pokemon? And if you have them— your top three most hated Pokemon?

omg hi Sofie!! :0 Get ready because I have a whole lot to say about this.

Most Beloved:

Number 1: Squirtle

My absolute favorite is squirtle. What's funny about this is I can't really pinpoint a specific reason why I like him so much. My first pokemon game was alpha sapphire, and I didn't play gen 1 until Let's Go Eevee, so it's not a nostalgia factor. I think my brain just subconsciously selected him back when I was watching the Indigo League anime in middle school. The squirtle squad showed up and my brain was like "Yeah. This guy. He's awesome. This is the one." And he has been my number 1 favorite fella ever since then, and as a consequence he is the pokemon I have the most merch of and it isn't really close.

Please keep in mind this is just what I have in my apartment where I live for college, and that I have even more stuff in my bedroom back at home. Now that I think about it, Koopa Troopa is my favorite mario character, so maybe I have an affinity for characters that are just little turtles. Either way, water is also my favorite type, which means even more bonus points for squirtle.

Number 2: Riolu

Riolu's high ranking has been somewhat of a recent development for me. I've always liked lucario, but I didn't see the light that was riolu until after I watched Pokemon Journeys. Ash's riolu was so silly and adorable, and I always felt so bubbly inside when he was on screen. This shift in my preference is probably due to me developing a major soft spot for cute characters/creatures over the past few years. Most of my favorite pokemon at this point are just little guys because of it. Anyways, the reason I like him so much is because of the aura control him and lucario are capable of. I've always loved aura as a power system; the idea of being able to harness one's own life energy and see it in others is just so cool to me. I especially like how it's established as its own concept outside of moves in pokemon, making it something super unique that only riolu's evolutionary line can take advantage of. I have a lot of lore/worldbuilding ideas for PMD that would utilize aura. For example, Milo, the protagonist of the PMD verse I've been brainstorming, on is a riolu with much stronger aura than normal due to him being a pokemon with a human soul. I have a lot of ideas for how I could use this concept to drive plot points or character arcs, and I might share more in the future if I ever get time to start solidifying a story.

By the way, Milo's partner, Lilly, is a squirtle. No way I don't give both of my two favorites the spotlight.

Number 3: Sprigatito

My love of sprigatito is really quite simple. I love cats. So much. They are easily my number one favorite animal of all time. My Instagram feed is covered in them. So imagine my excitement when I saw that one of the new generation 9 starters was a kitty. My violet team is my favorite team I've ever used in a pokemon game, and the sprigatito line is a massive part of why I love it so much. Sprigatito is adorable, and my meowscarada was so much fun to use after he evolved. On top of that, sprigatito's depiction in Pokemon Horizons makes me love it even more. It's literally just a cat. It loafs. It makes biscuits.. It gets annoyed at the mildest inconvenience. Liko squishes its beans. Plus it releases a super sweet scent when you cuddle it as a bonus. It's so perfect. It's like Game Freak was like "Yeah this is the perfect pokemon for Ray, put it in the game." I have a sprigatito character in my PMD verse named Mayple, but I can't share much about her because it would mean dropping pretty big spoilers for a plot point I have planned.

Honorable Mentions: Greninja and Ceruledge

I love ninjas. I love frogs. Greninja is both. And ceruledge is just objectively one of the coolest pokemon designs ever.

In terms of behated pokemon, I don't have many that I personally despise. It's more so that I feel indifferent about them, and I would simply prefer not to use them on my teams. Usually I don't have any real reason to dislike the ones I do hate; I think it just stems from a gut feeling. The biggest one off the top of my head is the tepig line. I don't know what it is, something just feels off about them. I also dislike incineroar. I like litten and torracat a lot, but they really dropped the ball with the final evolution for me.

That's about all I have. This was really fun to do! Thank you so much for submitting this ask. I look up to you and your work a lot, and it made my night when I got the notification. I'm still pretty new to Tumblr, so I don't know exactly how I'm supposed to do things around here. I want to try to meet more people here, but my social anxiety and tendency to overthink online interactions usually shuts down anything before it can happen. Because of that, being able to answer something simple like this means a lot!! Thank you!! :D

Erm Fuji I literally just woke up and I did not give you permission to make me sad already

hey.

Oh, how the tables turn.

(+Extra)(They are so cringefail)

Happy birthday to the Fighter!! 🎉

thank you for reminding me

In Which Twig Speaks to an Old Friend

“I’m sorry.”

Twig’s brows furrowed and she glanced about, but she couldn’t find anything unusual in the warm light of day. Sitting in her garden, feeling the warm sun upon her scales, she closed her eyes and listened a moment longer, but the voice didn’t return.

“Twig?”

Her eyes jolted open, and Twig’s wide-eyed gaze turned upon her friend. Celebi shook her head, a knowing smile on her face, and continued running a long fine brush over Twig’s claws.

“I was asking,” Celebi said slowly, “what you think of this colour?”

Twig huffed a quiet laugh. “It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”

“Not for me,” Celebi answered with a wink.

Celebi drifted backwards, her arms crossed proudly, and chin tilted in a smirk. Twig raised her claws and couldn’t help but smile. She’d been sceptical when Celebi suggested they paint her claws, but it had come out rather nicely. They had debated over it for some time, quickly deciding red would be unsettling, and that a shade of black which matched Ark wasn’t quite right, either. Instead, they’d settled on an opalescent sort of nail polish, one that shimmered in the light, making her claws nearly sparkle like a gemstone. Twig couldn’t help but think it was a bit much, but seeing Celebi’s eagerness and promises of how good it would look, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

“Thanks, Celebi.”

“It’s my pleasure, dear! As soon as it’s dry, get started.”

“On what?” Twig asked, her head tilting.

Celebi dramatically flicked her head and settled on the ground in front of Twig, facing away from her.

“On painting my wings, of course!”

Twig recoiled, a snort escaping her. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Twig, darling, all my ideas are good ideas.”

“What about when you-”

“Don’t!” Celebi screamed, jumping away, and whipping around. “Don’t you dare say it!”

Twig doubled over in laughter, clenching at her gut. “You turned Grovyle back into a Treecko because you were startled! I didn’t think that was possible.”

Celebi rolled her eyes, arms crossed. “Turning time back on someone like that does take an inordinate amount of energy, but it’s not impossible! Though, it was a while before I had enough energy to change him back again.”

Finally bringing her laughter under control, Twig carefully wiped a stray tear from her eye, her nostrils burning with the scent of the nail polish. “No, I meant, I didn’t think you could be surprised.”

“Oh, well, a little surprise is nice sometimes.”

Twig nodded and the two fell into a comfortable silence, watching the clouds drift by, though Twig shivered when a breeze flowed through the garden, and the long shadows cast by the clouds were a little chilly.

There was something else odd too, but she couldn’t quite place it. In the shadows at the edge of her vision, something danced, just out of reach. It wasn’t the comforting noise that Ark’s shadow carried; it was quiet, practically whispering in ear, and though familiar, it felt completely different than Ark’s presence.

“It’s been nice,” Celebi said, shattering the silence like glass. “Spending more time together. Twig, I love you. Don’t you forget it.”

Smiling, Twig swallowed past the lump in her throat and allowed herself a moment to let the weight of it sink in, like a ball of warmth in her chest, and suddenly the day didn’t seem as cold. “I love you, too.”

“Enough to paint my wings?”

Laughter burst forth and Twig shook her head. “I’m still not sure this is a-”

“Oh, it’ll be fine, just a light coating to make me extra sparkly!”

The day dragged on, peaceful and slow. Celebi left and eventually, Ark returned from whatever he’d been doing, a new blanket for Twig bundled in his arms. After sharing a meal, Ark had tied the blanket around her neck like a cape and pronounced her his ‘super wife!’

She had called him a dork, helped with the dishes, and they’d settled on the couch, Twig leaning into Ark’s embrace and talking excitedly about her day. Ark listened with rapt attention, offering the occasional comment or groan at Celebi’s antics, and when Twig had nothing left to say, Ark shared his adventures from the day, and it was simple, and cozy, and perfect.

So, the days passed, Twig’s garden flourished, and her sketchbook was filled to bursting; she would have to get a new one soon. Still, every now and then, Twig would hear things on the wind, mumbled apologies, and earnest declarations. Yet, whenever she looked, no one was there.

Though, was it possibly she simply wasn’t looking hard enough? Perhaps, she already knew what she might find. Maybe the idea scared her, and honestly, who could blame her? Well, she could blame herself. After all, hearing voices, jumping at shadows, being afraid of nothing at all, was just silly. It was ridiculous, completely illogical, something she might’ve done in the past, but no more.

Yet, that thought made Twig freeze.

Immediately her mind began to race, telling her she was being absurd, that she was worrying over nothing, how if she kept up like this, she would only make herself a burden upon those she loved.

Like trains gone off the rails, her thoughts raced wildly, unable to stop and just barely avoiding crashing into each other. Any longer and there would be a collision and everything would go wrong and she-

Her eyes widened, and looking down, Twig found herself running a gentle claw over the proposal band Ark had given her. Taking a deep breath, she felt the band beneath her hand, and everything seemed to slow, just a little bit.

 Moving into her room, Twig pulled her journal from where she’d left it, settled on the edge of her bed, and flicked to an old entry. The paper was crinkled, and somewhat water stained. In the weeks after she had fallen apart, Twig had often flicked back to this entry, detailing the few memories she had retained from those days. The entry spoke of her friends’ warmth, and how loved she’d felt. It spoke of something, sharp and bloodied, being dislodged from her chest, the remaining hole filled with something gentler.

Looking back on it all, she almost couldn’t believe it had really happened. It felt so distant, almost as if it had happened to another person.

“I’m sorry.”

Stiffening at the voice, Twig turned slowly, and standing by the edge of the shadows was a small human girl, with frizzy hair, patchy clothes, and toes that stuck through the holes worn in her shoes.

Something in her chest lurched, but Twig’s mind had finally gone quiet.

The girl clutched at the hem of her shirt; her knuckles turned white. “I’m sorry. I didn’t do a good job of keeping us safe.”

Her eyes going wide, Twig slipped off the bedside. “You’re… me?”

“I’m sorry.”

After a moment, Twig took a deep breath, feeling her heart rattle in her chest. “Hey, can, can you look at me?”

Another sniffle, and the girl shook her head.

Twig scooted closer, and, slowly reaching out, took the girl’s hands in her own.

“Y-you don’t have to be afraid,” Twig whispered, her voice on the verge of breaking. “We’re okay now.”

Slowly, the girl looked up, her mouth hanging open and eyes wide, as if she couldn’t believe Twig’s words.

Twig nodded, biting her lip. “Yeah, we’re safe. We’ve got people who love us.”

The girl looked away and took a hesitant step back into the shadows. “But what if we’re just being a pain? Aren’t, aren’t we a burden?”

A broken cry slipped past Twig’s lips, and she shook her head. “Thank you, for trying so hard to look after us, but you don’t need to anymore.”

“But, what if-”

Twig clenched her eyes shut and pulled the girl in tight, wrapping her in a hug. “Would you hold a burden like this?”

For a moment, the girl was still, then her arms wrapped around Twig’s torso and her hands scrabbled at Twig’s shoulders. The girl wept loudly, snot dribbling from her nose, and amidst her tears, Twig heard three words.

“You’re so warm.”

When Twig finally opened her eyes, the girl was gone, and Ark was practically breaking down the door. He’d only been gone a few hours, what could’ve happened to reduce Twig to a snivelling mess on the floor during that time? He couldn’t guess, and he didn’t need to.

Wrapping her in a blanket, Ark carried her to the bed, fetched her a glass of water, and then crawled in beside her. Instantly, she latched onto him, tears still flowing, and told him all about it. He rubbed gently at her back, whispering quiet reassurances.

It hurt, yet in that moment, all was right with the world.

@sincerely-sofie

Tobias sketches.

Hey everyone!!

Since I've been a little more active on here recently, I figured it would be good to make a little introduction post so you all can get to know me better.

I'm Stingray/Ray, you can call me whichever you prefer. I'm a 20 year old college student from the US, and I'm studying to get a degree in biochemistry. I'm a huge nerd, and I'm a super big fan of pokemon/pmd/pretty much anything to do with the franchise. For the past few months I've been really into mystery dungeon and the amazing oc's, au's, stories, and comics people create for it. Some of my favorites are Woo's PMD: On Borrowed Time, teshamerkel's PMD: Seekers of Soul, and Sofie's PMD: The Present is a Gift, all of which I've linked if you want to read them (you should). I'm also a big fan of Ori, and I read/watch a lot of manga and anime.

For my other hobbies, I'm a competitive Splatoon 3 and Mario Kart 8 Deluxe player. I probably won't talk about that too much here, but I post about that stuff a lot more on my twitter if you're interested. I've linked it here, so feel free to follow me there if you want.

That's about all I have! If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me. I hope we can be friends! :D

something possessed me last autumn and got me plan little sticker designs for all of the pmd eos starters but i never ended up sharing them. here they are though :)