the pokéheadcanon meme!

[likewatson]

THE POKÉHEADCANON MEME

This meme is exactly what it sounds like.

~RULES~
> Talk about your characters' teams!
> ...IN CHARACTER!

Ready?

HEY, YOU! YEAH, YOU. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR POKÉMON. What are they like, personality-wise? Do they have special abilities? Favorite colors? Foods? Grudges against someone else's pokémon? Anything goes!

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Heather has like 23 freaking Pokemon or something so she'll just be covering a few for now.

[foolishwren]

... Well, jeez. How do I even begin to describe all of them. God knows they keep multiplying. I think more than half of them used to belong to someone else, too. That's just sad.

But anyway... well, I already summed up my opinions on Cujo back on Starter Appreciation Day in February... but as for the rest...

I think Arty is like... basically a product of me. She was the first Pokemon I caught myself, back when she was just a Sentret. You know how like, sometimes parents will have more than one kid, and the first one is super bitter because their parents were first-timers and made all their mistakes with THEM? And then the younger ones all turn out just fine because the parents learned their lesson? That's kinda what happened with Arty. She's like what would happen if you bottled up all the anger in the world, and then put it in a fur scarf.
And brought the scarf to life.

Anyway, Claudy... shit, man. I don't even know what happened there. I never exactly associated birds with small cramped spaces, but apparently my bag like, reminded her of the tree hollow she was born in or something, because that thing wound up being HERS.
And like, I thought she grew out of it! I really, really did. She evolved and Noctowls are WAY too big to fit in that tiny bag, so I was like, okay cool, it was a phase.
But then I got a bigger bag.
And... well.
She's the Owlbag.
They are one.
You don't mess with the Owlbag.

Now, Zilla... Zilla came out of the egg rotten. Seriously, he was BORN with an entitlement complex. I didn't even cause it! You know those Snickers commercials where someone is acting like a diva or Robert de Niro or something, and then the tagline is all about how they were being whiny because they were hungry? That was Godzilla 24/7.
Which was fine when he was just a cute little baby Totodile, but he kept growing and... yeah eventually one of his tantrums resulted in me having to get stitches. That was about fifty different kinds of NOT COOL and I won't even lie, I was... kinda scared of him for awhile.
But... I dunno, he shaped up for some reason. Just started behaving himself one day out of the blue. Weird, right?
Oh well. It's definitely an improvement.
Now if only I could just get him to chill the fuck out, because now instead of being a self-centered brat, he's like perpetually one step away from an anxiety attack.

ANYWAY, those are my first four... the ones who've been with me the longest... Spent three whole years with 'em. Whoa. It doesn't even seem that long...

... But yeah, so there's also Alessa the Absol, Carousel the Rapidash, Cheryl the Eevee, Wren the Murkrow, Sunny the Togekiss, Val Jr. the Tyrogue, Mully the Joltik, Huan and Vickie the Houndooms, Cleo the Persian, Butch the Quagsire, Slightly the Gengar, Honey the Butterfree, Blue the Deino, Slendy the shiny Venipede, Kite the Rufflet, Warden the Vulpix, Tricie the Manectric, Asimov the Ampharos, and ... most recently, Norman the Toxicroak.

Ask if you wanna hear about any of them, I guess.