A Backwards Grin (Pokemon) (Mawile SI)
- Thread starter Flairina
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It's not even just Ash! Just think, Serena and Ash in the anime are supposed to have met when they were younger, and are the same age. But obviously Ash started his Pokemon journey well before Serena did. But they're still the same age when they meet again somehow.
Neruz
Rogue Spiderbanana
- Location
- The Land of Fire and Poison
You could indeed do that.
In theory.
In practice, well, first you need to locate a source of identical bosonic cats.
Then you need 330 quadrillion light-years of space to set up the slits, due to the cat's wavelength.
And then finally wait however long (at least 330 quadrillion years per attempt, probably a whole lot more) it takes for the experiment to run, and you'll have yourself a cat interference pattern.
Putting cats into superposition relative to yourself is not useful. There is no reason to do this, even if you somehow can.
Sometimes Arceus gets distracted and loses track of the time while playing with his favorite
Oops.
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JadeKaiser
Uninspired Custom Title
- Location
- Under Your Bed
To be fair, I think that said "youkai type" would apply to literally every pokemon ever. Insofar as it doesn't, well... that's literally what the Fairy type is.
We can infer two certain facts from these observations.
One: PokEnglish is The Language of Evil, forged in a secret experiment by Team Rocket in which they bombarded optimistic orphans with dream eater attacks, manifested unown to form the disturbing implications from the pokedex, proved that god explicitly and deliberately created mime....
Two: Everyone who can understand or use pokEnglish is evil, especially the pokecentres. This has been confirmed in-story by it thus far only being understood by Maw "The Bewilder Butcher" wile, and Paul. Just wait until Chimchar just can't follow a entence no matter how comprehensive the step-by-step description, or Jessie James and Meowth having no idea what their logo has to do with rockets while Pikachu gets frustrated at their ignorance and gleefully zaps them a few more times.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
Oh yeah, the Pokedexes are Self aware....
even if the later versions have a few....issues...
FailLord
2050 lb bombs?
- Location
- very high up
They got the bootleg dex iso/rom image
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Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
Something something something Rotom being a troll.
- Location
- Canada, probably
There are some others, too. Even just looking at gym leaders, there are Kabu in Galar, Viola in Kalos, Iris and Cheren in Unova, and even Erika waaaaaaaaaay back in Kanto.
Some of these make sense. Kabu is a Japanese dude from Hoenn, so he keeps his Japanese name. I suppose they kept Erika because the name also exists in English.
And yet, the Japanese version had a rival named Mary, so… they changed her to Marnie? Why? The name was pre-localized, guys!
Actually, a bunch of later gym leaders already have English names in Japanese—usually food for some reason—but then they go and give them different ones. The Striaton gym leaders in BW are especially bizarre. You don't want to have have a guy named "Corn," fine. But you're fine naming him "Cress" in reference to watercress, and you name his brother Chili? What?
Tangential: I read a fascinating article recently about when the grass type seems to have been invented during the development of gen1. It seems Erika's name is probably a reference to Godzilla vs. Biollante, and she was probably meant to be a ghost gym leader, not grass. Like, a trainer specializing in ghost-type pokémon, but also literally a trainer who is a ghost.
FailLord
2050 lb bombs?
- Location
- very high up
From the weird shit that goes on in the pokemon world, I think no one would bat an eye if a trainer was undead...
Eeveeshadowbacon
Soon...all the eeveelutions will be in my grasp
- Location
- Right Behind You, Omae wa mō shinde iru
- Pronouns
- Nani
Ash literally meet an alternate universe version of himself. At this rate I'll believe anything.
- Location
- Here
At a guess – it was supposed to sound like a cool and unusual name. Mary is not a Japanese name, after all – there, it's foreign. For another example of this, the Kirby villain Marx is called Mark in Japan.
As for the Striaton leaders – Cress does sound at least a little more person-name-like (or at least nickname-like) than Corn, to me. Food-themed, but less blatant.
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- Location
- Canada, probably
I guess that makes sense. If they kept Mary, that would be too ordinary a name to give them the vibe they were looking for.
Sure, but his brother is still named Chili. That's absolutely a food name.
And of course, there's a Fire Emblem character named Corn, too. It's good enough for Fire Emblems and Bro Smashers, but not Pokermans, I guess.
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Edifier
Trusted within thoughts.
- Location
- Court of Moon Wizards
On a meta level It's got to be the sympathetic pokemon, cause if it there one of the bullies that'd make the tone of the story a lot darker. So then a fun rescue arc with a pokemon that's looking up to Mawhile and for guidance. A nice buddy buddy arc.
Backslash 1 - Twice-lost (Hyphen X-over)
Dermonster
The Shittiest Wizard
Would you believe I've never written an omake before?
But, with my newest chapter complete, I found I had a bit of time on my hands. And I decided to make an idea a reality.
I haven't run it by my beta's, and it's not very substantial, or possibly very good, but I guess it doesn't have to be. Enjoy~
Backslash 1 (Hyphen/Backwards Grin)
Twice-Lost
In a great space beyond space, a great mass of Unown danced and sang among swirls of cosmic light. Their power ebbed and flowed between them, and all were partaking in the great work of their masters. Countless hands shaped and molded the rules and events of reality, ensuring all things were as they should be.
All was calm.
Abruptly, a hole in space opened, a large vessel one would identify as a flying pirate ship hurtling through at great speed. Hot on its trail, a large, skeletal dragon ridden by a single, rotting hand clutching a book chased after it in single minded determination.
Neither of these were particularly important, though the Unown, still singing the great symphony, looked at the two intruders with alarm and curiosity. What was important was the man that vaguely resembled a christmas tree screaming at the dragon from the rear of the ship.
"Fuck off, hand!" the man screamed, waving around a tentacle that had taken the place of his arm. "You had your chance when you were still on my wrist! We're through!"
The dragon roared soundlessly. The rotted hand raised itself up and twisted into a fist with the middle finger raised.
The wizard—for that was what the man was—choked and sputtered. "Alright then," He hollered, magic gathering to the tips of his limbs. "Fuck you too! STEAM CANNON!"
Power coalesced, and a superhot jet of steam roared through the void. The dragon swerved around the jet and chased the ship through another hole in space, which closed behind them without a trace.
The jet, flying through the void, smashed into a small group of Unown, scattering them and knocking a few unconscious.
And their song, one that governed certain rules of space-time...
Skipped a beat.
(Somewhere, a pair of beings looked up for their nap. They paused, yawned, then went back to sleep. It could wait a few more hours.)
The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, and Astra was 100% completely lost. She wandered through the dense, untamed forest, anxious and confused.
She wasn't quite sure how it had happened; she had resolved to go out into the woods surrounding Rustboro to practice teleportation and train Slakoth up some. Then she had gone around a tree and the forest had suddenly changed without warning. The trees were different, the clouds in the sky had completely altered their form, even the air smelled different.
Where was she? She couldn't see Rustboro; a short climb to the top of a large tree showed only more forest and looming rock walls in the distance with nary a skyscraper to be seen. Panic had briefly taken hold of her—How would she get back? What if she couldn't? What would happen to her village? To May?— before she had resolutely taken a few calming breaths, steadying herself.
If she was lost, then she merely had to find a way out. Human cities were all over the place; surely she would find one if she went in a straight line for long enough. Even better if she could find a river. Then she could work on getting back to Rustboro.
It was unfortunate that her pokedex didn't seem to be of any help. Whenever she tried to access the map, all she received was an error going off about some sort of 'invalid codec'. What was a codec? The maps were largely trash, but at least they had shown the general area. Astra felt a bit of regret for ragging on the thing so often, but only a little.
Trash was still trash, after all.
She sighed, re-adjusting her robe after tromping through another bush. Had she been here already? That set of flowers looked familiar, but she couldn't say for certain. She hadn't sensed any humans in the few hours she had been walking either, and had mostly given up on expecting anything other than the local wildlife. She rubbed her stomach, feeling the vibrations as it growled at her unhappily. It seemed that lunch time was upon her.
Reaching for her pack, Astra paused. She... didn't really know how long she would be out here for. Or what there was to eat, out here. If she was back home she'd be able to make do no problem, but she hadn't seen so much as a single berry since she had gotten here, and she'd yet to spot any rivers to fish from.
There were always the strange new birds and critters which roamed around, but Astra didn't really know how to prepare creatures that weren't Magikarp. There had never been a need; the river was plentiful and the gardens even more-so. Oh, she was sure she'd have learned eventually, likely in the next year or once she had become a Kirlia, but eventually didn't exactly help her now. Certainly she could make a valiant attempt at it, but she'd rather try something familiar first.
The food in her bag would likely be hard to replenish then; she'd have to conserve it. That meant finding a river or an actual berry source. Course set, Astra... continued walking through the woods aimlessly. But this time, she was searching for berries.
It was only a few moments later that Astra noticed something odd. A large X had been gouged into the side of a tree. Astra stared at it, then looked around. Nothing else seemed amiss. Nothing in the tree branches. There was just an X, in the tree. For no reason.
Lacking anything else to investigate, Astra shrugged and moved on. A few moments later she ran into another one. Astra squinted at the ruined bark, looking between the two marked trees. What were these markings for? Still lacking much to do, she left it behind, only to come across yet another one a few seconds later.
Astra paused, looking back at the line of marked trees. Were these a guide? Was someone else lost in here and marking their way? But she still didn't sense any humans. Who had...? Well, it didn't matter. Clearly something intelligent had done this, and Astra was determined to find out what.
Following the general line, Astra waded through another dozen bushes and empty meadows. The trees seemed to be converging and splitting more and more the further she went, seeming to spread out in a branching manner. Fitting, if not frustrating when she took a wrong turn and found a dead end. Retracing her steps, Astra soldiered on.
Something wonderful filled the air. Astra stopped, wide eyed. What was that smell? It smelled sweet, sweeter than anything she had ever smelt before, save perhaps the ice cream. Had she finally found a berry bush, and a new, exotic one at that!? Drooling a little, Astra followed the fantastic scent. She drifted off the marked path, brushing past another dense patch of foliage until another small clearing presented itself.
The scent seemed to be the strongest here. Astra entered the clearing, looking around, then she blinked, confused. None of the bushes seemed to have berries on them. She thought about it for a second, then shook her head. Well, obviously. If they smelled this good, wild pokemon would have picked off all the easy ones long ago. There must be one hiding in the center of one of the bushes.
Astra sniffed again, then frowned. Was the smell fading? She would have to hurry, then. Circling the clearing, Astra reached into her bag and pulled out an empty jar. Hopefully there were more than one; she could not wait to make a new soup out of it. Reaching the strongest concentration of smell, Astra eagerly pulled the bushes foliage aside with a wave of her hand.
Two giant red eyes, small as pinpricks, stared at her from inside the bush. Astra stared at the petite yellow form hidden inside the foliage. It was terrifying.
The Mawile screamed, a gigantic black maw rising up behind her and snapping down at Astra.
Astra screamed right back and, on pure instinct, reached out—
Astra gasped, appearing across the clearing in mid-air and falling to her butt as a loud clack rang out from the giant maw. Scrambling to her feet, she stared at the new pokemon, heart racing. Mawile stared straight back, wobbling to its feet and staring at Astra in shock. The great black horn/mouth/thing hovered in front of her, clacking together and licking its lips(?).
The smell was gone now. Was it a trap? Had this thing just tried to eat her? Just like the Poochyena from back then. She grit her teeth and reached for Treecko's pokeball.
"Alright, nobody tries to eat me!" Astra growled, enlarging the ball. "Let's see how you like getting eaten!"
The Mawile's eyes widened even further as Astra reared back. "Maw, maw, wile, mawile!" she screamed, backing up.
Wait, wait, stop, I didn't mean to!
Astra halted, shocked. What... was that? She had heard 'Mawile', but... had they been speaking in human, too?
"Wile wile maw, mawile mawile wile maw!" Mawile continued to ramble, backing up into the shrubbery.
It was an accident, please don't capture me!
Astra lowered her arm, gaping at the Mawile. "You can talk!?"
Mawile paused, staring at Astra. Both its mouths dropped open.
"Mawile!?"
You can understand me!?
"What the fuck!?" Two voices cried out in chorus.
Apparently I wrote this in three hours at 4 AM. I do not recall the majority of this.
Weh~
But, with my newest chapter complete, I found I had a bit of time on my hands. And I decided to make an idea a reality.
I haven't run it by my beta's, and it's not very substantial, or possibly very good, but I guess it doesn't have to be. Enjoy~
Backslash 1 (Hyphen/Backwards Grin)
Twice-Lost
In a great space beyond space, a great mass of Unown danced and sang among swirls of cosmic light. Their power ebbed and flowed between them, and all were partaking in the great work of their masters. Countless hands shaped and molded the rules and events of reality, ensuring all things were as they should be.
All was calm.
Abruptly, a hole in space opened, a large vessel one would identify as a flying pirate ship hurtling through at great speed. Hot on its trail, a large, skeletal dragon ridden by a single, rotting hand clutching a book chased after it in single minded determination.
Neither of these were particularly important, though the Unown, still singing the great symphony, looked at the two intruders with alarm and curiosity. What was important was the man that vaguely resembled a christmas tree screaming at the dragon from the rear of the ship.
"Fuck off, hand!" the man screamed, waving around a tentacle that had taken the place of his arm. "You had your chance when you were still on my wrist! We're through!"
The dragon roared soundlessly. The rotted hand raised itself up and twisted into a fist with the middle finger raised.
The wizard—for that was what the man was—choked and sputtered. "Alright then," He hollered, magic gathering to the tips of his limbs. "Fuck you too! STEAM CANNON!"
Power coalesced, and a superhot jet of steam roared through the void. The dragon swerved around the jet and chased the ship through another hole in space, which closed behind them without a trace.
The jet, flying through the void, smashed into a small group of Unown, scattering them and knocking a few unconscious.
And their song, one that governed certain rules of space-time...
Skipped a beat.
(Somewhere, a pair of beings looked up for their nap. They paused, yawned, then went back to sleep. It could wait a few more hours.)
The sun was shining, flowers were blooming, and Astra was 100% completely lost. She wandered through the dense, untamed forest, anxious and confused.
She wasn't quite sure how it had happened; she had resolved to go out into the woods surrounding Rustboro to practice teleportation and train Slakoth up some. Then she had gone around a tree and the forest had suddenly changed without warning. The trees were different, the clouds in the sky had completely altered their form, even the air smelled different.
Where was she? She couldn't see Rustboro; a short climb to the top of a large tree showed only more forest and looming rock walls in the distance with nary a skyscraper to be seen. Panic had briefly taken hold of her—How would she get back? What if she couldn't? What would happen to her village? To May?— before she had resolutely taken a few calming breaths, steadying herself.
If she was lost, then she merely had to find a way out. Human cities were all over the place; surely she would find one if she went in a straight line for long enough. Even better if she could find a river. Then she could work on getting back to Rustboro.
It was unfortunate that her pokedex didn't seem to be of any help. Whenever she tried to access the map, all she received was an error going off about some sort of 'invalid codec'. What was a codec? The maps were largely trash, but at least they had shown the general area. Astra felt a bit of regret for ragging on the thing so often, but only a little.
Trash was still trash, after all.
She sighed, re-adjusting her robe after tromping through another bush. Had she been here already? That set of flowers looked familiar, but she couldn't say for certain. She hadn't sensed any humans in the few hours she had been walking either, and had mostly given up on expecting anything other than the local wildlife. She rubbed her stomach, feeling the vibrations as it growled at her unhappily. It seemed that lunch time was upon her.
Reaching for her pack, Astra paused. She... didn't really know how long she would be out here for. Or what there was to eat, out here. If she was back home she'd be able to make do no problem, but she hadn't seen so much as a single berry since she had gotten here, and she'd yet to spot any rivers to fish from.
There were always the strange new birds and critters which roamed around, but Astra didn't really know how to prepare creatures that weren't Magikarp. There had never been a need; the river was plentiful and the gardens even more-so. Oh, she was sure she'd have learned eventually, likely in the next year or once she had become a Kirlia, but eventually didn't exactly help her now. Certainly she could make a valiant attempt at it, but she'd rather try something familiar first.
The food in her bag would likely be hard to replenish then; she'd have to conserve it. That meant finding a river or an actual berry source. Course set, Astra... continued walking through the woods aimlessly. But this time, she was searching for berries.
It was only a few moments later that Astra noticed something odd. A large X had been gouged into the side of a tree. Astra stared at it, then looked around. Nothing else seemed amiss. Nothing in the tree branches. There was just an X, in the tree. For no reason.
Lacking anything else to investigate, Astra shrugged and moved on. A few moments later she ran into another one. Astra squinted at the ruined bark, looking between the two marked trees. What were these markings for? Still lacking much to do, she left it behind, only to come across yet another one a few seconds later.
Astra paused, looking back at the line of marked trees. Were these a guide? Was someone else lost in here and marking their way? But she still didn't sense any humans. Who had...? Well, it didn't matter. Clearly something intelligent had done this, and Astra was determined to find out what.
Following the general line, Astra waded through another dozen bushes and empty meadows. The trees seemed to be converging and splitting more and more the further she went, seeming to spread out in a branching manner. Fitting, if not frustrating when she took a wrong turn and found a dead end. Retracing her steps, Astra soldiered on.
Something wonderful filled the air. Astra stopped, wide eyed. What was that smell? It smelled sweet, sweeter than anything she had ever smelt before, save perhaps the ice cream. Had she finally found a berry bush, and a new, exotic one at that!? Drooling a little, Astra followed the fantastic scent. She drifted off the marked path, brushing past another dense patch of foliage until another small clearing presented itself.
The scent seemed to be the strongest here. Astra entered the clearing, looking around, then she blinked, confused. None of the bushes seemed to have berries on them. She thought about it for a second, then shook her head. Well, obviously. If they smelled this good, wild pokemon would have picked off all the easy ones long ago. There must be one hiding in the center of one of the bushes.
Astra sniffed again, then frowned. Was the smell fading? She would have to hurry, then. Circling the clearing, Astra reached into her bag and pulled out an empty jar. Hopefully there were more than one; she could not wait to make a new soup out of it. Reaching the strongest concentration of smell, Astra eagerly pulled the bushes foliage aside with a wave of her hand.
Two giant red eyes, small as pinpricks, stared at her from inside the bush. Astra stared at the petite yellow form hidden inside the foliage. It was terrifying.
The Mawile screamed, a gigantic black maw rising up behind her and snapping down at Astra.
Astra screamed right back and, on pure instinct, reached out—
Space is not—
...
Wait, what?
How did...
???
...
Wait, what?
How did...
???
Astra gasped, appearing across the clearing in mid-air and falling to her butt as a loud clack rang out from the giant maw. Scrambling to her feet, she stared at the new pokemon, heart racing. Mawile stared straight back, wobbling to its feet and staring at Astra in shock. The great black horn/mouth/thing hovered in front of her, clacking together and licking its lips(?).
The smell was gone now. Was it a trap? Had this thing just tried to eat her? Just like the Poochyena from back then. She grit her teeth and reached for Treecko's pokeball.
"Alright, nobody tries to eat me!" Astra growled, enlarging the ball. "Let's see how you like getting eaten!"
The Mawile's eyes widened even further as Astra reared back. "Maw, maw, wile, mawile!" she screamed, backing up.
Wait, wait, stop, I didn't mean to!
Astra halted, shocked. What... was that? She had heard 'Mawile', but... had they been speaking in human, too?
"Wile wile maw, mawile mawile wile maw!" Mawile continued to ramble, backing up into the shrubbery.
It was an accident, please don't capture me!
Astra lowered her arm, gaping at the Mawile. "You can talk!?"
Mawile paused, staring at Astra. Both its mouths dropped open.
"Mawile!?"
You can understand me!?
"What the fuck!?" Two voices cried out in chorus.
Apparently I wrote this in three hours at 4 AM. I do not recall the majority of this.
Weh~
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- Location
- Madison, AL
Nice, I like it.
Flairina
Least Omnipotent Goddess
- Location
- The next infinity over
When English being unintelligible was still the plan, I cannot say I wasn't tempted to have Paul take a picture of the message, and carry it around to various researchers looking for someone who could translate it, and FINALLY find one with enough knowledge of Unown to manage it... only to be told it amounts to "You're a jerk, and I'm taking your stuff; bye."
I mean, if the messages scrawled on many actual ruins are any indication...
Three days deciding on how to approach language because the show is inconsistent. Yep. That's a writer's life for ya.
Yeah, pretty much. ^^; You're welcome! I'm glad you found it interesting; that took a while just to write out on its own.
Well shoot.
Yeah. I mean, like I've said before, I write my fics more for myself than for others, but it's hard to keep going when the secondary motivating factor of praise, comments, or even criticism just isn't there.
Yeah, dubbing can make things confusing. I mean, I could have just set this in the Japanese version of the Pokemon universe, but then that presents the issue where Mawile!me doesn't understand the local language anyways (both spoken and written), and I didn't really want to deal with that. Just handwaving that away would technically be possible, but would seem... lazy, and I'm more the type to try and use every little detail I can in my stories, so that wouldn't really fly for me.
Ash is an easy one. Ash's age is 10. This is an unalterable property of the universe.
Hehe... actually, I'm presently going with the idea that each region/league took about half-a-year to a full year's worth of time, trending slightly more towards the latter, so Ash is probably about 13 or 14 right now.
(I'd go with each league just lasting a full year for simplicity's sake, but I don't think there's usually enough day-night cycles shown in a single season of the show to account for that.)
Yeah, that'd be what I'd go with here too. The Pokemon world apparently never had its own Tower-of-Babel-style incident - unless it was between humans and Pokemon, that is.
I imagine this just means that Serena started later than most trainers (as would make sense given that her mother was pushing her towards Rhyhorn Racing, IIRC), rather than that Serena was inexplicably jumped through time or the like. You could also perhaps assume that Kalos has a higher trainer age requirement than Kanto or other regions do, and that she thus wasn't eligible until much later.
Not really - despite their variety, youkai are a pretty specific type of cultural myth, which are quite different from the fae of Irish/Celtic/Scottish/etc myth. I was only referring to the Pokemon explicitly based on youkai anyways, which would probably be too few in number (like, 15-20 I think?) to qualify for a unique type anyways.
That WOULD explain why the Joys always seem so happy about the idea of you coming back again...
(Mawile!me: ...hey, wait a second! I'm not evil! I'm misunderstood at worst! I know I'm the Deceiver species and all, but this is stereotyping!)
Fun fact: the Japanese version of that scene doesn't have the Rotomphone go "I don't know", it just sort of pauses and goes "Hmm... etcetera, etcetera.", like "Eh, you get the idea". It later tells Team Rocket "Oh, that thing chewing on your hair evolves into the thing you were trying to catch earlier... what a shocker."
Black Rotom is apparently a rather sarcastic little shit.
Checked out the article - that was indeed rather fascinating! Kind of sad they didn't go with that; a literal ghost as not just a trainer, but a gym leader, in the first generation of Pokemon, could have unlocked a lot of world-building possibilities that have gone mostly unexplored by the fandom to my knowledge. You see a fair amount of stuff done with Sabrina with her psychic abilities and all, and a lot of psychic OC trainers as well, but "ghost trainer" is, so far as I'm aware, rather unexplored territory.
Sadly, if that really was the original idea, then the Erika we ultimately got ended up being much less interesting. But hey, we did get the (in)famous Ash crossdressing episode as a direct result of her, and the subsequent recurrence of that trend throughout successive generations of the anime, so I suppose there's at least something to remember her for.
Oh, absolutely not. Would be surprised if they even lost any human rights or the like in the process. The Pokemon universe sees so much concentrated nonsense that people would probably adjust to the idea of a dead trainer still hanging around in all of a day, if that.
Perhaps... but keep in mind that if Mawile!me DID take Chimchar, he might not be as happy about it as you think. Despite what the audience knows, he was with Paul by choice, and seeming to be actively begging Paul not to release him when he finally did.
Of course, if Mawile!me accidentally took Elekid instead... well, that won't matter much anyways.
Threadmarked! I already made my comments on your thread, so I'll refrain from repeating myself here-
...oh, fine. Copy-pasting.
This starting bit confused me until I realized the man in question wasn't an Evil Dead reference, but a reference to YOU/your avatar character. Which, considering this only exists because the author in question decided to do this in what I assume to be a sleep-deprived manic haze, actually makes a lot of sense.
Dialga and Palkia? A different pair of legendaries? Or another reference I don't have the necessary information to understand?
Looks like Astra's Pokedex sadly did not get any more useful in its transition between universes, and is thus not as helpful as the one Mawile!me picked up later. Useless piece of who-even-knows-how-expensive tech!
...uh oh. Er, no, Astra, maybe don't follow that? I promise, not only is that not a berry, but the actual source is looking for something slightly less tall, skinny, and likely to fight back than you. It will not end well for anyone.
I'd like to say Mawile!me wouldn't freak out like this, but assuming I couldn't tell she was a Pokemon (which, being that Kirlia are like half the size outside of Hyphen's universe, is entirely possible), and I didn't see her coming... yeah, there admittedly might be some surprised screaming at the ultra pale-skinned person that just suddenly shoved their way into my hiding spot. ^_^;
Mawile!me: Ahhhhh! I pissed off a trainer with a Gyarados or a Swalot or something!
(The first image that came to mind here was actually Astra imagining using my horns as a stewpot. Taking lessons from Warcraft, are we Astra?)
Mawile!me: Seriously! You're way too big for me to try to eat on purpose!
A Pokemon that was taught human language, who speaks with telepathy, from a world where Pokemon generally can't communicate with other species through normal speech, talking to a human-turned-Pokemon, who knows human language but can now only speak Pokemon, from a world where all Pokemon can communicate with each other freely. Boy is THAT going to be confusing. ^^;
And so a certain Ursaring remains in her den, and ABG's plot is derailed before it could even begin...
(Mind, I generally try not to reply or comment too much on omakes, no matter how much I may want to, because I don't want to look like I'm playing favorites or the like if I have more commentary/praise on one over another. That may just make me seem rather ungrateful though, now that I think about it? I don't know! I've never received this many omakes on a story before! I don't know what I'm doing! AHHHHHHH!!!!!)
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- Canada, probably
In retrospect, upgrading to the new "Literally Possessed" OS might have been a little hasty.
FailLord
2050 lb bombs?
- Location
- very high up
Obviously, they did not compare the SHA256 sums before installing the OS
JadeKaiser
Uninspired Custom Title
- Location
- Under Your Bed
Not nearly as different as you might think. In fact, not really much different at all. The more one looks into the two, the more they become pretty clearly the same thing. There are even a bunch of specific myths and legends that are shared, if somewhat different due to regional variation.
Did you know that there is a British (I think it was Welsh specifically, but I'm not sure) fairy folklore version of the kitsune/gumiho that shares many of the same traits? Or how about the Hyakki Yagyo, aka the Wyld Hunt in the West. Yes, none of them are exactly the same, but there's way too many things that resemble each other for it to be a coincidence. People mostly don't notice because the Disney conception of fairies is so pervasive, rather than the more traditional one that is pretty much identical to youkai in basic conception.
EDIT: Which shouldn't come as a surprise, really. That basic conception is a pretty natural thing to develop. The weird part is how many specific things there are in common, like the two I mentioned above. There's a lot more.
EDIT2: Think of it this way: take any given fae from the West, be it a troll, the Lady of the Lake, goblins, pixies, whatever. Forget for a second that they are faeries, and transplant them to Japan. Now: are they a youkai? The answer is "Yes," every time. Same way if you do the other way around. They're the same thing. The West just had a lot more time between people starting to disbelieve and forget about their folklore and popular entertainment media existing that actively looked back and preserved some version of it in the modern day. Also, more of a disconnect between that preservation and the folklore it came from.
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Dragonmaster150
Firstborn of Dragonkind
- Location
- Dragendolan: Land of the Dragon Kings
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I think it was this story, called Legend, though it might have been a different one. But the way that the author explored the relationship between pokemon types and trainer type specialization was rather interesting. Basically, the more time you spend with a certain type of pokemon, the more you become like that pokemon type. Now take Elite Four Agatha for example. She makes an appearance in the latter half of the story and, as a prolific ghost trainer, not only does she have a cadre of wild ghost types following her around, she is also a wizard and an almost ghost herself.
- Location
- Out in the banjoes
Meanwhile, somewhere in Galar: "Tholfir Kolbeinsson carved these runes high up"
Hey, Pokémon has/had Vikings after all.
It's pretty unanimous, if a culture has literacy among the public then someone's gonna shitpost on any available surface. Doubly so if they've traveled a long way to get there.
...kinda wonder if ancient illuminated manuscripts in the Pokémon world also had drawings of knights fighting snail-Pokémon, but that's neither here nor there.
Eh,
the aos sí/sidhe/fae were basically European Yōkai, barring the ones that were household objects that gained a soul. Celtic mythology/folklore had a lot of animism as well, something similar to Japan's own. Even had a couple similar types, like magic cats (bakaneko, nekomata, cat sí), the Night Parade of 100 Demons & the Wild Hunt both have some similarities in chaotic intrusions of the supernatural in the mortal world (various processions of fairies also work, can't remember if they had a specific name or not, fairy rings also had some parties but weren't as big an "event"), púca/pooka and kitsune (and more, there were a few that could work here) fit the bill for helpful/troublemaking shapeshifters that enjoy pranks, selkie certainly sound like something that should have a Yōkai counterpart (particularly the "steal the sealskin robe and get to marry them for 7 years, may or may not seek vengeance afterwards), kelpie and various types of fuath have the "water spirits WILL kill you, appease or avoid" like kappa and some others.
...really, the major difference between the two (besides the Celtic paganism being similar to Shintoism if you squint only due to shared animism beliefs and it only applying to natural structures or animals and not including man-made objects), is Japan had a LOT more crude humor. Not to say Celtic mythology doesn't have any, but things like where kappa suck souls from corpses (the bum), magic tanuki testes, filth-lickers of various types, and crossdressing guys in brothels are all parts of Japanese folklore enough to be major details in their spirits. Kinda surprising they don't sneak in a few more Pokémon like that, but then again Lickitung (Akaname-like, especially in some later 'dex entries) exists, so maybe localization smooths out some of those to being less obvious.
The other major difference being Yokai got a writing system to record them in their natural mythology (and create new ones even into the 1800s), whereas the Fair Folk were recorded primarily by Irish monks who edited many of the stories as part of the Christianization of Ireland, leading to altered details like many of the malicious ones being warded off by aspects of the Church (reciting scripture, church bells, etc) and turning various gods into kings and queens. Various spirits like nuckers/knockers/tommyknockers/mining-type kobolds and a few others that are aspects of industrialized cultures and still fairies by nature of being elves/goblins/dwarves/sprites (spirits) and/or descended etymologically from the same roots that branched out into the various Fair Folk throughout Europe and more common through Celtic and Germanic roots.
...really, the major difference between the two (besides the Celtic paganism being similar to Shintoism if you squint only due to shared animism beliefs and it only applying to natural structures or animals and not including man-made objects), is Japan had a LOT more crude humor. Not to say Celtic mythology doesn't have any, but things like where kappa suck souls from corpses (the bum), magic tanuki testes, filth-lickers of various types, and crossdressing guys in brothels are all parts of Japanese folklore enough to be major details in their spirits. Kinda surprising they don't sneak in a few more Pokémon like that, but then again Lickitung (Akaname-like, especially in some later 'dex entries) exists, so maybe localization smooths out some of those to being less obvious.
The other major difference being Yokai got a writing system to record them in their natural mythology (and create new ones even into the 1800s), whereas the Fair Folk were recorded primarily by Irish monks who edited many of the stories as part of the Christianization of Ireland, leading to altered details like many of the malicious ones being warded off by aspects of the Church (reciting scripture, church bells, etc) and turning various gods into kings and queens. Various spirits like nuckers/knockers/tommyknockers/mining-type kobolds and a few others that are aspects of industrialized cultures and still fairies by nature of being elves/goblins/dwarves/sprites (spirits) and/or descended etymologically from the same roots that branched out into the various Fair Folk throughout Europe and more common through Celtic and Germanic roots.
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Honestly? I kinda hope Mawile took Elekid, mostly cause I kind of hope Elekid secretly hates Paul as much as he probably hates himself unconsciously. And a little time and space away from Paul is what he needs for some much need realizations
Also, Paul doesn't feed one of his Pokémon??? Wtf. So what if some Pokémon can make their own food internally like Rowlet and such, I'm pretty sure that's also a last resort sort of thing that's only for famine and starvation situations.
They probably still get hungry. Pokemon probably evolved that way to get around times of hardship, Paul needs to realize they're not robots.
And I'm pretty sure Ghost Pokémon don't 'need to eat' but they're still eating all that sausage and curry in that new game.
And I'm pretty sure that most people might know about Paul's training methods, but don't use it cause it's fucking stupid. Sure, lets use for example poison resistance training. Sure it might be helpful in a fight, but modern day Pokémon don't need it cause Potions exist and we're not in the era of fucking dying in ditches and Pokémon assassinations or whatever.
Like who the freak is going to run themselves into the ground training for six days, something that's not even assured (ignoring the SI's OP learning rates), when you can do the same exact thing taking your time to train a move much more thoroughly in six months.
Dragonmaster150
Firstborn of Dragonkind
- Location
- Dragendolan: Land of the Dragon Kings
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I've noticed that a lot of authors depict ghost pokemon as having an appetite for souls, or other equivalent spiritual material. In that case they can probably eat solid food but what they're actually consuming is the 'concept' that the food is based on if that makes any sense.
That's kinda my head canon anyway.
- Location
- Canada, probably
A lot of ghosts have Pokédex entries that say what they eat. Aaaand a lot of them are messed up.
Misdreavus eat fear, and shuppet eat any negative emotions, so they could help you out if you're feeling down.
Sableye eats gemstones… but they have always been reputed to hunger for, yes, souls.
For the truly iffy, duskull goes from scaring children just for fun, to dusknoir receiving radio signals from the Ghost Realm to capture lost souls and drag them away.
In general, ghosts seem to eat souls or aspects of the psyche; they are strong against psychics after all. So yes, perhaps it's not the food itself that ghosts eat. I like to think that, if you give a ghost curry or berries, they literally consume the care and love that went into making treats for your cute spectral buddy.