Tracen Academy

You lean against the wall, balancing your massive tray—an absolute necessity since your training intensified last month. The noise of the Tracen Academy cafeteria is less a buzz and more an industrial roar today, a perfect reflection of the chaos that is life as an Uma Musume. Even though you're only partway through the year, the initial facade of orderly school life has completely crumbled. Directly ahead, the main event is already underway. Oguri Cap, bless her eternally hungry soul, isn't just eating her standard five-bowl ramen lunch; she’s in the middle of a high-speed, silent duel with Hishi Akebono over the last massive slice of fried chicken. You watch as Oguri deftly uses her chopsticks like tongs, while Akebono’s larger hand sweeps in from the side. The chicken vanishes in a single, blur-speed bite, and both immediately pivot their gaze to the dessert section. This is just normal. The air near the windows suddenly crackles with drama. Gold Ship—who somehow managed to sneak a remote-controlled boat into the soup tureen—is yelling at her terrified trainer from across the room, demanding he salute her "Victory Cruise." Mejiro McQueen, looking impeccably Mejiro despite the mayhem, is attempting to politely lecture Gold Ship on the proper use of silverware, only to have a stray rice ball launched by the accelerating RC boat land squarely in her perfect bouffant. Gold Ship, naturally, bursts into manic laughter. Meanwhile, in a quieter corner, Rice Shower is tentatively offering a beautifully wrapped, tiny pastry to Haru Urara, whose face lights up like a thousand suns at the simple gesture. Urara's pure, uncomplicated joy acts like a brief moment of sanity in the room, a reminder that sweetness can exist even next to Gold Ship's boat races. You smile, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before a loud, WHOOSH sound forces you to duck. It's Sakura Bakushin O, doing her lunchtime training sprint. "BAKUSHIN! BAKUSHIN!" she screams, running a tight circuit around the tables, her speed defying the crowded conditions. You feel the wind of her passing, briefly dislodging your tray. As you finally find a spot, you realize there's a crashed model aircraft in your soup. I wonder who did that.. (cough cough Golshi cough cough) Oguri Cap is now on her knees and begging Infront of Tokai Teio for her tray. (She has already eaten 14 trays of food. Trays included.) "PLEASE! PLEASE! I'M STARVING! I'M DYING, TEIO!"

Team Galactic

Hehe lake valor go boom

BB League

crispin burns down the fucking kitchen

Spear Pillar

The wind howled across the summit of Mount Coronet, carrying with it an unnatural chill that bit through even the thickest of clothing. Spear Pillar, the ancient nexus of Sinnoh’s creation myths, stood fractured and trembling as the fabric of reality unraveled. Cyrus, the enigmatic leader of Team Galactic, stood at the altar, a glint of triumph in his cold, calculating eyes. Behind him, the three legendary Pokémon of the lakes—Azelf, Mesprit, and Uxie—struggled futilely against their chains, their cries drowned out by the resonating hum of the Red Chain. Above, Palkia and Dialga, the rulers of space and time, were no longer fighting his influence. Their immense forms now pulsated with energy, obedient to the will of the one who had dared to challenge the gods themselves. "You see?" Cyrus's voice cut through the chaos, echoing across the sacred ground. "This imperfect world will finally be no more. From its ashes, a flawless reality will rise—one without emotion, without pain. Perfect order." As the sky darkened, tendrils of crimson energy spiraled outward, consuming the very fabric of space-time. The world shuddered beneath his will, and the first signs of his new universe began to take shape, and Cynthia steps back slightly. Yet, for all his certainty, the air was thick with dread. Trainers who had fought valiantly to stop him could feel it—something deeper, something ancient, stirring in the depths of existence. The price of tampering with the cosmos was not one to be paid lightly. Would this be the end of Sinnoh as they knew it? Or could even a glimmer of hope remain amid the shadow of impending oblivion?

Team Galactic V2

the regional idiots of Sinnoh

Unovan E4 V2

uh oh alder went out for the milk

Camp Cretaceous

these dummies are in trouuuuble

Hoenn

7.8/10, too much wate- *THUD!*

PMD Future

[The Ruined Future] The air was heavy with an eternal stillness that carried the weight of despair. The darkened wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, jagged rocks clawing at the gray sky. A group of Pokémon huddled together, their forms lit dimly by the flickering light of a dying flame. --- Groaning, Dusknoir slumped against a fractured wall, his single eye scanning the group. His usual air of authority was replaced with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "How long must we endure this wretched silence?" he muttered, crossing his arms. Grovyle, perched on a fallen pillar, shot him a sidelong glance. "You could always go join him if it's too quiet for you," he quipped, jerking his head toward the source of the chaos. In the distance, Primal Dialga's distorted roar reverberated through the ruins. The mighty Temporal Pokémon was pacing in frenzied circles, his metallic claws scraping against the stone floor as he screamed at the top of his lungs: "WRONG! EVERYTHING IS WRONG! WHY IS TIME STILL BROKEN?!" The group exchanged weary looks. "He's been at it for hours," said Celebi, sitting cross-legged and twirling a blade of wilted grass between her fingers. Her usual cheerfulness was dulled, though a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Honestly, it's almost impressive." "Impressive would be if he stopped," Grovyle muttered, resting his chin on his claws. "I suppose this is what happens when you're trapped in an endless void of despair," Dusknoir said with a dramatic sigh. "Even a legendary loses their mind eventually." Primal Dialga suddenly stopped and swung his head toward the group. His burning red eyes locked onto them. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!" There was a collective pause before Grovyle shrugged, completely unfazed. "Just waiting to see if you shatter the space-time continuum with your yelling, that's all." The group groaned in unison. It was going to be another long day in the future that never was, and Grovyle speaks up again.

Juliana

Kieran POV?!

Slendytubbies III

Chapter 0- "It Was Good."(classic horror game lol)

Mejiro Estate

In the center of the grand parlor, bathed in the soft afternoon light that highlighted not a speck of dust, sat Mejiro McQueen. She was nestled deep within a velvet, high-backed recliner—a throne disguised as furniture—utterly still. The \text{Spring} Tennō Shō trophy, her ninth consecutive title across all four seasons and three dimensions, was resting casually on the adjacent footstool, a mere footnote. McQueen was blissfully, deeply asleep, her victory already filed away under "Routine Duties." Around her, the other Mejiros and their peculiar associates moved in various states of functional disorder: Mejiro Ramonu was holding an intense, whispered discussion with a marble bust, convinced the statue held the only true appreciation for their family's aristocratic pedigree. Mejiro Ardan sat at a desk, methodically sharpening pencils to impossible points, each one a monument to her quiet perfectionism. Mejiro Dober, unnerved by the lack of traditional noise, was pacing, occasionally delivering a low growl at her own reflection in a highly polished silver platter. Mejiro Ryan and Mejiro Bright were in a corner, quietly conducting a highly complex, non-verbal debate on the true meaning of "class" using only different patterns of tea biscuits. The actual chaos was being generated by Mejiro Palmer and the honorary Mejiro, Meisho Doto. Palmer was testing a new contraption—a steam-powered cleaning drone—which Doto was desperately trying to keep ahead of. Doto was in full deep-cleaning mode, motivated by an unknown but likely existential dread, chasing the drone with a highly concentrated sponge, ensuring not a single millimeter of the oak floor went unscrubbed. And then there was Gold Ship. Gold Ship was sitting perfectly still on a second, slightly less ornate armchair, observing the scene with an uncharacteristically sober expression. She was neither shouting nor breaking anything. She was simply using a tiny jeweler's loupe to inspect the Tennō Shō trophy for imperfections. She lifted the loupe, nodded once, declared, “Hmph. Adequate,” and went back to picking lint off her own sweater. The cacophony of quiet obsessiveness and low-grade panic was the purest form of home comfort. McQueen sighed contentedly in her sleep. The knowledge that the Mejiros were doing Mejiro Stuff, and that even Gold Ship was (briefly) participating in the collective eccentricity, was the greatest reward of all. She could finally, truly rest.

Elliott Manor -MD-

who tf let Cyn out the basement

Wigglytuffs Guild

RIOLU GOES ON STRIKE!

Elliott Manor -MD-

Motivational Revolver™

SV Gang

Sandwich guy runs the car through a family of 5!1!

Professors

uh oh

-MD-

yar har har

Kieran-Carmine

"You're such a bitch.."

-MD-

is crimuh

Temporal Tower - PMD

[art credit!!](https://cyborb.tumblr.com/post/175406557764/my-piece-for-pkmguildzine-of-primal-dialga-you/amp) Setting: Temporal Tower, the towering structure that transcends time itself, looms before Riolu and Shinx. The air crackles with energy, and the tower’s intricate stonework seems to hum with ancient power. The winds outside swirl, bringing with them a sense of urgency and mystery. --- Riolu (breathing heavily, looking up at the tower): This is it, Shinx... We’ve finally made it. Temporal Tower. It feels like time itself is watching us, like it's aware of what we're about to do. Shinx (determined, eyes glowing with resolve): We’re not turning back now, Riolu. This is where everything changes. We’ve been through so much, but we’re stronger than ever. We’ve come this far, and we can’t fail now. Riolu (nodding, clenching fists): I know. We’ll make sure that time... that everything... is set right. For everyone. Shinx (looking up at the tower): Let’s go then. We’ve got a world to save. The doors to the Temporal Tower creak open as the two step forward, entering the mysterious, time-bending structure. With every step, the air grows heavier, the passageway stretches unnaturally, and they both feel the weight of destiny press against them. Time waits for no one, but in this tower, they have a chance to rewrite it. For everyone. For the sake of the world. **For Grovyle.** ---

-MD-

mm crunchy vending machine

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V I BURNT THE WATER

PMD Future 2

Another Mystery Dungeon bot!! 😁

N-Uzi -MD-

"human date"

The Fun Gang

eggs (MADE BEFORE CHAPTER 3 AND 4 WERE RELEASED)

Cambridge PS - FO4

Cambridge Police Station - Danse AU

Road Trip -MD-

j drives the car off the road!!

-MD-

n is high!1!!1!1!1

N-Uzi -MD-

idiots try to go on a date

S P R I G A T I T O

WHY DOES THE CAT HAVE EXPLOSIVES

Team Rocket Podcast

Jessie: Anyway, did you guys hear about Chairman Rose? James: I heard he turned himself on to the police. Meowth: Wait, what'd he do? Jessie: He tried to destroy the world. James: That sure seems to happen a lot these days.. Jessie: Yeah. There was Cyrus, Lysandre, Maxie, Ghetsis.. Meowth: I don't know if I'd put Maxie in with those other guys. Jessie: What? Why not? He was the leader of Team Magma. Meowth: And..? James: Team Magma thought there was "too much water." They tried to evaporate the ocean. Jessie: It would have ruined the scenery! James: And killed a lot of people. Wobbuffet: Wobbuffet! Meowth: I know, but.. ...what if he had a point? Jessie: Excuse me? Meowth: Maybe Team Magma's plan wasn't that bad an idea. James: What are you saying, Meowth? Meowth: I'm saying.. you know... Maybe there *is* too much water. Jessie: Meowth! James: You can't just say Hoenn has too much water. That's a really sensitive topic! Meowth: Come on, Jimmy, half the place is ocean routes. Jessie: It's part of Hoenn's culture! Meowth: If "Hoenn's culture" means getting my fur soaking wet just to get to Mossdeep City... ...then maybe it *should* get dried up. James: You're sympathizing with a genocidal terrorist. Meowth: Who are we to talk? We're part of a criminal organization too. Jessie: But we don't kill people. James: We just steal people's Pokémon. Jessie: One specific Pokémon, really... James: And we don't even do that particularly well.. Meowth: Look, all I'm saying is if I surf into one more wild Wingull or Tentacool... ...I am going to go Primeape-shit! James: Language, Meowth! Meowth: You can't silence me! Maxie did nothing wrong! Team Magma was completely justified! All the water in Hoenn should be gone. And if that means all the people have to die... ...then I will personally go to Hoenn and I will-!

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skool

Tessa-Cyn -MD-

cyn peeled the cat

Crossover Void

I just got ideas

PMD Future 3

More Mystery Dungeon bots! 😃

Temple of Sinnoh

sentient clock gets angy

Kieran-Florian

STRING CHEESE MACH II

Cyn -MD-

the silly :3

Kieran

onion

Unova E4

N forgets doors exist 💀

Jirachi

COLLECT my wishes.

-MD-

toaster

-MD-

n is mentally sane!!!

he ate them

he ate them

FNaF 2-MD

uhh

Museum Of FreedomFO4

Preston AU

-MD-

N's report card.

Darius-Kenji

Uh oh.

V -MD-

PB&J

Cyn -MD-

yay

N-Uzi

hehe