Category: Uncategorized

Hey there, Bill! I recently did some crossbreeding between my female Alolan Ninetails and a male Ninetails from out of region, the two are getting along great and their first clutch hatched, with no visible health problems. I have a permit and everything is current, and when the pups where old enough I sold them for profit, but kept one, Lago, and he seems to have some type crossing as well. He’s very handsome, but how would you recommend caring for a Fire/Ice type? I want him to be comfortable.

This is surprisingly fairly easy, anonymous. A vulpix exhibiting unusual typing still requires the same basic care as literally any other vulpix; it’s just that they’re also tolerant to a wider range of temperatures than normal for either subspecies. In other words, you don’t have to go to extraordinary lengths to house or care for vulpix like yours. They’ll be just fine at room temperature. But it’s a good idea to discern which type it most closely battles like, as a true fire/ice vulpix doesn’t really exist when it comes to its abilities, and understanding your vulpix’s true type is important for development.

Also, as a disclaimer, while it’s true some breeders try to breed these sorts of vulpix intentionally (as they’re easier to care for), such crossbreeding carries with it risks of mutations that are unviable for life, so only do it if you know what you’re doing (and can do so in ethical conditions, of course).

I’ve been wondering about this, but how does the organ of a fire or electric type able to produce said fire or elctricity?

Magic.

On a serious note, for pokémon that have them (because not all fire- or electric-types have specialized organs that generate their elements), it’s really all about physics and chemistry. Fire organs contain chemicals that react to oxygen rather explosively, so the pokémon essentially functions as a literal flamethrower, spraying and spreading fluids that combust in the air and douse a target with fire. Stronger attacks simply involve more of this fluid or a combination of that and other flammable chemicals in the body.

Electrical organs, like a pikachu’s cheek sacs, meanwhile, are modified nerves or muscle tissue composed of thousands of cells known as electrocytes. Think of these like countless miniature batteries, stacked on top of each other. Or if it’s even easier, think of them like regular nerve cells. The difference is that unlike nerve cells (which operate by transmitting minute electrical pulses from one cell to the next), these electrocytes generate an electrical field outward and in larger doses. If you’ve ever noticed your pikachu or other electric-type seem absolutely exhausted at the end of a battle, that’s essentially why: because it actually does take quite a lot of energy (and, no pun intended, electrolytes) to generate the electricity needed for a full-on attack. On the other hand, it’s also why a number of pokémon that have electrical organs also have the ability Static: because it’s not something they can simply turn off.

As a fun fact, while a pokémon’s fire organ has no real analog in the animal kingdom (although many, many animals can spray acid that induces burns comparable to being set on fire), electrocytes aren’t that difficult to find, particularly in fish. The electric eel, for example. It’s just that pokémon have much higher energy reserves and resilience to boot, so they can generate electricity that’s generally more powerful than what you might find among animals. I still wouldn’t recommend picking up an electric eel, though. It’s about as pleasant as picking up a pichu (not that I would know).

well on the bright side, that half the world *doesn’t* include the children. hopefully you can make a case for yourself out of that fact in order to placate lanette. good luck…

Oh, don’t worry about Lanette. She knows me well enough that it’s literally impossible for me to annoy her so deeply that she doesn’t forgive me within a day.

Granted, that’s mostly because I once had to explain to her that the emails I had sent to her one fateful week were nigh incomprehensible not because I was drunk but instead because I had clefairy paws, but the point is, she knows I largely mean well.

Actually, it’s more like nothing he says or does fazes me anymore, so knowing him is a constant act of nudging him towards doing something less him, but yes. —LH

Hey! You’re back! Great—I have a new idea for an invention that I want to share with you. It’s watch, but you use it to stop time so you can have more time to catch pokémon. —Bill

And I’m out again. —LH

so i heard a rumour that steven stone likes hugging beldum. aren’t they er spiky and hard

Remember, Bill. Children read this blog. —LH

Oh, come now, Lanette. You know me better than that. Besides, Steven is unfortunately not interested. Not that I’ve checked (persistently). —Bill

Don’t worry, anonymous. Even if this were true—not that I would know either way, and not that I would judge him for it—there’s nothing wrong with hugging a beldum. The majority of its body is smooth; the spikes are just jutting out of one end. So spiky, no, but long and hard? Absolutely. And I mean that in only one sense, I promise you.

Will of the Titans, I can’t leave you alone for five seconds, can I? That was literally a paragraph that we can’t possibly publish. Literally. A paragraph. —LH

And yet, you let me publish it. —Bill

Only because your mother is reading this, and I’m hoping she’ll deal with you… —LH

Actually, my mother would be thrilled if I knew more about Steven Stone’s beldum cuddling habits, but that’s neither here nor there. —Bill

Gods above. I’m done. —LH

Hi Bill! Me again! This time it’s not about Sunlight, rather it’s my pidgeots newly hatched pidgey. I named him lucky after he survived a rather serious accident that left him grounded for almost 3 months. Now he’s all healthy again but he is terrified of flying higher than my shoulders, about 160 cm. Is there anything I can do to help him overcome this? I’d love to take him with me when I hike since his mama is getting up in her years and doesn’t have all the energy anymore.

Actually, the best thing you can do is let Lucky’s mama do the healing. A mother knows best how to coax their child into being the best they can be, and I have no doubt your pidgeot recognizes that Lucky is struggling. Let her show him that there’s nothing wrong with flying. The fact that she needs to take it slow will work to her advantage: it means her lessons will be slow and easy for Lucky to handle.

Above all else, be supportive and patient throughout this process. Let Lucky rest when he needs to, but offer words of encouragement and place him back with his mother when he’s ready. He won’t be ready to fly above your shoulder height within days, but perhaps over months, he’ll slowly climb in altitude until he’s soaring.

Best of luck!