ZEL

I rarely keep my starter nowadays. With the exception of Swampert in AS (because I like it a lot), for the past couple of Pokemon playthroughs I've just put my starter in the box early on. I don't exactly dislike them, but I usually find something I like more. It's been like that since at least Diamond. Now, the "Early Birds", though... those are a different story. Can't ditch my first bird. Except you, Unfezant. Why didn't you just stay a dove.

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Aaah I saw that one on tumblergh! Though if you posted this version, too, then I didn't see that one, only the sketch o: Pretty scarf boy~

Oh, hey, look! On one hand, I don't know you, on the other, I do, thanks to reading through the entire "Reborn Highlights" thread. Welcome back, grandpa. Now shoot, tell us a story.

Yoooooo~ Klinklang is my second favourite Pokémon overall. People are constantly complaining about the design, but for me it was love at first sight. Such a badass 'mon, and the ace of my Reborn run. Also used it a lot in BW/BW2. And the shiny is gorgeous.

Lumi wishing me good luck Defeating Solaris in E15 was satisfying. His somewhat begrudging compliments? Even more satisfying. It just felt so good to show off how much I've grown as a trainer, finally being able to stand my ground against him (albeit with Rini's help). It was a great moment story-wise. Also, finishing off Dittoceus with a Noctowl. In fact, every boss battle that got finished off with Noctowl.

I can't tell if I've been linked here because the person knows that I'll find everyone's fears heartbreaking, or because it's painfully obvious what I am gonna say. Probably both. I also really don't understand the excessive Fern hate .-. Teach him a lesson, but please don't kill him :c So here goes the obvious - my heart is gonna go past its breaking point if ZEL die. One or all of them. I want for them to have a happy end so badly, but I don't have the capacity believe that anything like that is going to happen. I'd like to say I've come to terms with the fact that they'll probably have a tragic ending somehow, but I really haven't. Can... something nice just please happen to them at any point? Pleeeaaase? Also, Shelly. Shelly is precious. If anything horrible happened to her, I'd ache .-.

[screeches] YESSSSS She looks adorable, I just wanna hug her! <3 Somebody please tell her that she's popular and that everybody likes her \o/

Now, what do we have there? This is the kind of stuff I like to be linked to at 6am. Lookin' good Dan c: So much for your worries that you wouldn't find something proper to wear. ur still a cute

I love nothing more than reading! <3 The last thing I read completely was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix because I reread the series (for the xth time, heh), but I'm currently reading something about Communism in the Baltic states. Haven't finished that yet, though.

Do you think you eat too much? How many proper meals you eat per day? Ha...haha... I eat a proper meal maybe every third day. Most days I just grab toast or something from the fridge twice a day. I like food, but I'm currently already proud that I'm eating at all. Baby steps here. At least I try to make sure I don't go hungry. I'll worry about a balanced diet later.

Aye, highfive for Meowth being the first shiny c: I did use mine on my team for a whole while, though unfortunately it did become less useful after some gyms. Pretty, though <3

Like others said before, the most important thing is to realize that people are people, regardless of gender. Girls aren't a mysterious species different from your own, and you'll make things so much more difficult if you are stuck in the mindset that they are. Yes, it can take a long time until you meet a person with who you could be partners. See, just like you couldn't be friends with every person you meet, no every person is a good match for you as a partner. Personally, I'd say don't look, just wait. But that's not the ultimate truth, obviously, since I know my fair share of people who met through dating sites and are in happy, stable relationships. Every girl is different, just like everyone else. So are their preferences. None of the people I dated are sporty. All of them are nerdy to some degree. Two out of three aren't what I'd call confident. Heck, I'm dating a Rebornian, if that's any measurement c: What matters IMO is that it's a relationship based on care and trust, and that everyone involved is willing to contribute their part. Unequal relationships will eventually leave someone (or everyone) unhappy. Sometimes the "butterfly feeling" is misguided; my second relationship is a prime example of what comes out of rushing into things out of loneliness and with no regards to how compatible one is with the other. Media glamorizes. Media wants to tell a story, it wants to sell. There's not always truth in television; fictional relationships aren't automatically good, healthy, ideal or even possible. In many cases, they're not even meant to be ideal. You know that feeling when you meet a person and realize how well you get along and how much you enjoy being around them/talking to them? Like, making friends? Falling in love is kinda like that, from my experience. It just... happens, and from there, it's in the power of you and the person to build and maintain a working relationship. My first boyfriend and I may have broken up, but even now, he is still my best friend, and one of the most important people in my life. Why? Because even though we've changed to a degree where we didn't work out romantically any more, there's still an overall great dynamic to our relationship. We still get along great. To me, at the base of it all, a lover is also a friend.

Swabluuuuuuu~ <333 Floofy lil' bird cloud! Altaria is also a cute, fluffy bird cloud, but look at Swablu's tiny cotton wings And its Pokédex entries, ohmygosh It likes to clean things, and this is adorable, especially considering I called my ORAS Swablu/Altaria 'Swiffer' Honorable mention to Mareep and Tynamo.

There's typos, and then there's typos. [19:21] Amadun: I'd even offer to bring you food but I can't cook [19:21] Amadun: I could buy pizza and pretend I baked it myself? [19:24] &Blιnd gυardιan: "it's not delivery, it's me" [19:24] &Blιnd gυardιan: "I made this" [19:24] &Blιnd gυardιan: sold [19:25] Amadun: "why does it come in a box then" - "Uh... I made that, too?!" [19:26] &Blιnd gυardιan: impressive box-making skills ama [19:28] Amadun: Ikr? I have so many talents - boy making is just one of them! [19:28] Amadun: o h [19:28] Amadun: OH [19:28] &Blιnd gυardιan: b [19:28] &Blιnd gυardιan: boy [19:28] Amadun: BOX MAKING [19:28] &Blιnd gυardιan: boy making. [19:29] Amadun: yes i also manufacture clones but [19:29] &Blιnd gυardιan: th-that's LEWD ama D: [19:29] Amadun: yo weren't supposed to know [19:29] Amadun: shit now you'll probably find out about my clone army

Well, Reborn is supposed to be a more mature/adult take on the Pokémon world. Personally, I've always wanted to be able to play a game that takes the potential of the series to be dark, and execute it in a interesting and mature way. I must admit that when I got talked into trying Reborn, I thought it'd be try-hard grimdark and too focussed on wanting to be dark'n'edgy to actually be enjoyable for me. I was proven so very wrong, and I'm glad. There's a lot of things in the Pokémon world that make you think "so how has nobody ever abused this?" or "but why does nobody x?", and generally, as games with a younger target audience, the original games hold back a lot when it comes to just how brutal Pokémon could be. Obviously, it's not everyone's cup of tea, but for me, Reborn does a good job of creating a "grown-up" setting in the world that I grew up loving to play in. And unfortunately, subjects like depression and suicide and terrorism are just as much a fact of life as others. Corey's end hit me badly and very close to home. So did Amaria's attempts to cover up her depression. But I loved it. I love that Reborn deals with these things, because they're there, hiding in everyone's plain sight. A huge reason of why Reborn is so popular is because it is so different. If I want the relatively peaceful canon world, I can just play the canon games, after all. ...Or some of the fangames out there that are similar to them. ...And let's be real, I love sobbing over fictional characters. That way I have an excuse to think up AUs in which they have happy lives.

For anyone who has trouble with the money situation especially early in the game I have on recommendation: Explore! You wouldn't believe how many hidden items there are in Reborn. Just do it; talk to the rocks and barrels and boxes. The Peridot Ward alone had enough hidden items for me to not have to buy anything except Poke balls. It really pays off.

Seconding Meowstic for the early game. Do you need it at a specific time in the game, or were you asking generally? You can also find Eevee somewhere around the mid-point of the game, which would allow you to get Espeon, and if you're willing to make the effort, there's also a way to get Beldum, meaning you can get Metagross. (Though I've heard the way to get it has been changed a bit for E15?) This should be helpful; if this page says it's obtainable, then it is. You can either try to find 'mons all by yourself, or go for a quick search in On The Hunt, or use this guide.

Well, you see, the unfortunate part is, there are a lot of things that I rationally already know. As for the school part: I'm not unintelligent or talentless by any stretch, so not having done well at school is more... regrets. I have so many regrets about not having been able to motivate myself, about not having done as well as I could have. People have never tried to put me down for not being smart, I don't think I remember any instance where someone would have tried to tell me that I'm stupid. In primary school, I got harassed by my classmates for doing too well in school, whereas in secondary school, people started to resent me for what everyone, including myself, dubbed my "laziness". I was scared of being looked down upon again for the same reasons as before, so I spent most of my time in class trying not to stand out. Eventually, people started scolding/complaining about me because they perceived my behaviour as me being so lazy as to throw away my chances. I've had people go and tell me that I'm selfish for not being thankful for how easy I had it. Except it wasn't easy for me, but for different reasons. My crippling fear of going through the same shit as in primary school made it pretty much impossible for me to do anything in class without feeling guilt or shame for it. I almost never responded to teachers' questions or volunteered to present my work, out of fear that people would think I was showing off. Even in subjects that I wasn't all that good at, but definitely more so in the ones that I do have a talent for. I got my degree (graduated from Gymnasium, so I got Abitur), and am currently waiting for the results of my university applications. As for stuff like hallucinations: The problem isn't normality. The good thing about pseudohallucinations is that you are aware that they're not real, so you're not really tricked into believing them to be real. It's just that they're a major pain to deal with because they stress me out. A big part of why it's been so difficult for me to deal with things is that I feel like I am under a lot of pressure, especially from people like my parents. I often think I hear their voices, or hear someone open my door/knock on my door, and I have the occasional, fleeting visual impression that someone is opening the door or someone's standing next to my bed. It makes it difficult for me to relax, especially at home, but I even get it when I'm far away from here. Heck, I've had it happen in my hotel room in Latvia. The reason I went into the rambling about my school experiences isn't that I was, back then, an outcast for being disordered. I wasn't. I developed my conditions because of everything that happened. I had specific emotional needs as a kid/teenager, that people failed to meet. my feelings got invalidated a lot, I remember how, over and over again, nobody took me serious back when I tried to express how difficult school was becoming for me, or how alone I felt when nobody wanted to be my friend. When I was... 14? I tried talking to my father about how hard I found it to bring up motivation for school work, and he simply walked out of the room, scoffing at me and my "laziness". Basically, what happened to me up until I was 13/14 wasn't the fault of any disorder. It's what set me up for developing it. It's around 13/14 that I then started having recurrent depressive episodes and got more and more into the problems of self-esteem and motivation. I've been progressively getting worse over the years, until I eventually ended up with the personality disorder. I mentioned it in my earlier post, but overall, the big problem is and remains that I know a lot about how I should be feeling, but I can't actually feel it. I can tell myself over and over again that I'm not less worthy than anyone else, that I have a right to be as happy as any other person, that I don't have to put myself down in order for others to be more comfortable, that I have useful skills or that i'm likable. I just can't feel it. When I think about/get told about stuff like that, what happens is that my brain vaguely recognizes that it's true, but as far as my emotions go, nothing of the encouragement or positivity reaches it. It is very rare for me to be able to properly process encouragement or compliments in a way that boosts my self-esteem. Usually, when people compliment something about me, I am thankful because they are being nice to me, but I rarely think "hm, they're right, this was good/I did this well". I simply can't find it in me to be proud of myself. There are exceptions. Occasionally somebody will say something and it'll really stick. Most the time, though, it doesn't. I really don't exaggerate when I say I feel guilt/shame about everything. I feel guilty about eating. I even feel guilty about eating things I buy with my own money. I feel guilty about talking to people, even if those people start the conversation, even if those people explicitly tell me that they enjoy talking to me. I apologize for talking to friends. To best friends. To my boyfriend. When I said goodbye to the friend I've been visiting on my vacation, I told them that I hope I didn't inconvenience them by being there. I actually needed reassurement that they didn't mind my visit; hoping that they had fun, just as I had, wasn't even on my mind. That's the difficulty. I know that there's more than enough people who are willing to listen to me, that there's people who don't mind putting up with my issues, I've met a fair share of people trying their best to be supportive and encouraging, and I appreciate it and am very thankful for everyone like that. But getting through to my feelings isn't easy. It's not based on intentions, it really is a difficult process of having the right words in the right situation, and under the right circumstances. There's a reason those professionals are professionals; they are trained to and experienced with handling people like me. I am not kidding when I say that I have never been treated more like a human being than at the psych ward. Everyone from my fellow patients to the doctors and therapists knew what they were dealing with, they knew how a mind like mine works, and they were able to figure out how to approach my issues and feelings. It was understanding at a completely different level.

It's one of my biggest goals in life to get to visit my best friends. Unfortunately, they live in all corners of the world. I fulfilled part of that goal this month, by visiting a friend who lives in Latvia. I enjoyed it a lot, and already miss being there. My next wish would be to travel to the USA. When I was there, I was 4 or 5 years old, not even able to speak English. I have several friends who live in the states, and generally, I would love the chance to travel and maybe live in such a vast and diverse country for a while. Not to mention, one of the people who live over there is my boyfriend. He'd be the first person I'd want to meet as soon as I step foot on American soil. I also have vague plans to visit a friend in Greece eventually.

Uh, here we go. On one hand I really don't wanna fly into a huge rant about trying to live with stuff, but on the other hand I'm kinda glad this thread exists, because lately things have been wearing me down again and it sorta feels good to have an excuse to talk about it for a moment. I got diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder last year, as well as (at that point) severe depression. For those who don't quite know what BPD is, some of the most prominent issues are out-of-control emotions that are often both difficult to pinpoint and difficult to deal with, difficulty controlling impulse, awfully low self-esteem/a distorted view of oneself, instability in relationships with other people, and a tendency for self-harming/suicidal actions. Also, annoying things like dissociation, pseudohallucinations and paranoia may show up as well. The exact events leading up to how I got diagnosed don't need to be recounted; to put it short, let's just say those two conditions + my life at that point led me down the ugly road of self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Eventually I ended up being dragged to the doc, and after I spat out all my feelings and talked about stuff ranging from my kindergarten days to the last days for over an hour, she concluded that I'm depressed and immediately recommended for me to be hospitalized, since I'd started to be a danger to myself, what with a lot of self-neglect and increasingly clearer thoughts on how and when to take my life. My appointment with a doctor at the recommended hospital confirmed her suspicions, and in addition also suspicions that I might have BPD. Blah, blah, I got into hospital, and ended up with the diagnosis mentioned above. Started dialectical behavior therapy and celebrated my 20th birthday on the psych ward, with candles and happy birthdays instead of the thing I'd planned involving a bridge. And... things are different now. I can feel that. I'm far from having good control over my conditions, but apparently I made a really good start, and most importantly, I started clinging to life again. Sometimes it makes me feel stronger, sometimes just even more pathetic. The worst thing for me is to see what became of the overly enthusiastic, eager little kid I used to be. It was always obvious that I had a certain emotional vulnerability/instability. Not in the sense that I'd already been disordered, but let's just say my parents did take me to a psychologist at a young age, concerned that I might be autistic. They got reassured that it's not the case, but I was still a pretty difficult kid, especially when I started to be more and more spiteful of people. The visits to the psychologist didn't help me at all, however, since all I gathered from them back then was that my parents would drag me along to this guy every once in a while, and then talk about all the things that they were annoyed with/didn't like about me, while I had to sit and listen. I didn't understand why they were doing it, I didn't understand the problem, I just felt like they constantly scolded me in front of a stranger. And I kept having trouble with my emotions, a lot. It made it more difficult for me to connect with people, since other children would find me annoying and tell me to stop bothering them. I had a hard time finding friends, and when I finally did, certain damage had already been done. In primary school, I'd been bullied for not only my annoying-ness, but also my enthusiasm for school. I was supposed to skip first grade because I progressed much faster than the rest of the class. And that's where it started. My new classmates insulted me for it, made fun of me, in short, nobody liked me. I went back to my old class because I couldn't stand it, but they still didn't stop. I felt a little better when I finally made friends, but from that time on, my working morale was destroyed. I never changed back to the hard-working kid I used to be, even when I tried. In secondary school, I once more had difficulties finding friends, and it really wasn't made better by the start of puberty and my continued lack of motivation to do anything in school any more. My emotions kept being all over the place, I had mood swings like no other, I was extremely difficult to approach, and with my peers not liking me and my teachers being fed up with my unwillingness to work, I withdrew more and more from any form of social contact. Escapism made me feel better; I had my stories and books and music and they made me happy for a while. But it was only superficial at best, because while I found an escape for the moment, everything around me just got worse. By the time I found friends in secondary school, I'd already adapted the view of myself as a lazy, aggressive outcast and was paranoid of people trying to get to know me. Having friends made school bearable for me, but I'd antagonized too many people to ever really be at peace; I never stopped hearing mockery and insults, there was always someone making fun of me, and my self-esteem got worse as time passed. By the time I graduated, I was the lazy, selfish, moody, careless asshole. I'd begun to show obvious signs of my conditions, but nobody caught the hints, least of all myself. Besides the problems that I'd been dealing with for a long time already, new problems showed up, in the form of a decreasing ability to care for myself, and a lingering uncertainty of what I wanted to do with my life. My grades couldn't be saved any more, so I just barely passed my exams and stood no chance to get into university, at least not any of the subjects I was interested in. By the time I got hospitalized, I valued myself so little that I only ate when I was at the verge of fainting, only left the house to buy food, only showered when I had to leave the house, only socialized when I couldn't find a good excuse to lock myself in my room. I couldn't be bothered to try anything any more, and I had nothing to turn my anger and frustration against but myself. I was barely aware of hurting myself sometimes; it quickly became my automatic response to even the slightest hint of negative emotion, and since I'd have felt guilty about dragging others into it or destroying things, I only had myself left, and that was good enough. It also gave me more reason to stay inside, since I wouldn't have wanted anyone to feel bothered by looking at my wounds. I legitimately didn't find anything good about myself any more, save for a single thing: I knew I was good at talking other people out of the same dumb shit that I did. I was a mess, but I had friends; friends who needed me. Back then, I didn't see why they could possibly like me, but I did know that they valued me as someone who would listen to them if they needed it. Basically, the only reason for me to keep myself alive was because I knew that in at least two instances, I had been the only thing that stood between someone else and their death. Good people. Worthy people. It gave me a purpose. Even now that I know what really is wrong with me, now that I know, in the reasonable part of my brain, that I'm not nearly as worthless as I feel I am, it's still difficult to actually translate that knowledge into emotion. Maybe it'll get easier with time, I don't know. But as of now, all I seem to do is to keep telling myself the things I should know, but can't feel. Sometimes it works, sometimes I get those little moments where I am genuinely positive about myself. But I still have a long way to go before I can really believe that I'm valuable. My feelings are still a mess. I get emotional, I get moody, I panic, I despair, and I'm still fighting my worst fear, the fear of failure. But somehow, there's been a change inside me that makes me go on anyway, even if some days it's just the tiny little bit of hope that the next day will be better than the one before. Maybe it really is the knowledge. I know I'm disordered. I still feel all those weird emotions, but I am getting better and better at recognizing them as irrational, and thus, learning how to eventually control them. Knowing why I feel and act the way I do has helped me to see everything with more clarity, and I stopped seeing it as me fighting myself, and instead can see me fighting my disorder. But I still hate it. I still hate being so vulnerable, I hate having auditory hallucinations, I hate being paranoid, I hate feeling so pessimistic, I hate how I still automatically put myself below others, apologizing for the inconvenience of existing. I apologize for talking. For eating. For wanting to spend time with people. Not knowing how long it will take until it stops. I feel like I shouldn't even post this. Too long. Too dramatic. I'll do it anyway.

For Shelly, I had a surprisingly good battle using Competitive Meowstic, since a lot of the attacks Shelly uses have stat-altering effects. Ended up 1HKO-ing some 'mons, including Yanmega and Anorith, my worst enemies in the battle, with Shadow Ball after a couple of stat boosts. By the time Meowstic went down, I still had Growlithe left to deal with the rest (other 'mon on the field was Noctowl); burning the field took care of everything pretty quickly then. As someone who's also used water starters for both runs (Oshawott first, Mudkip second) I somewhat feel your pain, even though Mudkip/Marshtomp obviously had an advantage against Julia, 'specially with Damp ability. I don't know about their usefulness later on; Samurott did me a good service against Cal, but I have since boxed the fella, since it simply didn't manage to live up to the needs of my team at all.

Saphira didn't have to kill those two guards at Tanzan Base, considering that if you team up with Laura, they just get put to sleep. As for the attack on the lake, that's a different story entirely; as sad as it is that people died there, they were the ones invading and Saphira did what she had to to defend the place. She simply didn't want to take any risk by waiting for them to reach the shore, where they'd have been a lot harder to keep in check. And considering that even with "just" the orderlies, Sirius and Sigmund in the Mansion, you still can't protect everyone... I do think that Saphira has as much of a rash temper as Titania under certain circumstances, though. She's fairly adamant in her hatred for Sigmund, considering she's still talking about killing him, even now that it's apparent he might be a help in figuring out more about Lin. Which should be the more important thing on the list, considering she's got Meteor in her grip. Edit: Simon doesn't want venegance, though. His entire conversation at the Beryl Cemetry shows how he realized for himself that further violence is only going to produce more pain and hatred. He's made the decision that he doesn't want to cause Saphira's loved ones the same pain that she caused him.