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made more kid protag designs :) yaay!! the hiltwins and serena are pre-journey age but the rest are still journey age. you can tell this by the presence of hats or not
Timeskip girlies destress from a while ago lol
A scolding across time and space.
as you can see, i really want my dppt remakes
Oh to live in the world of Pokemon...
I had to drop what I was doing so I could think about this post immediately. I am a colossal sucker for PLA AUs, especially ones that lean into preternatural aspects.
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“Who are you?” Dawn asked, her raspy voice echoed against nothing as she circled her prey. Dead eyes followed her around and around.
For months she had wandered the island that was so familiar yet not. Pokemon she had and had never met before called it their home. People she never heard of made it their domain.
No matter where she went, she was reviled. Rejected from the Pearl and Diamond clans as a bad omen. Chased off from the Galaxy Team as a beast. Driven away from the lush river valleys of the West, the vibrant woods of the South, and the verdant shores of the East.
The dreary North is where she stopped running and made her claim on the world.
“This one is called Akari,” the imposter droned. Her voice was as flat as a windless lake. Dawn recognized her voice, despite the even tone.
Dawn first noticed the imposter from afar. People who wander the Icelands are brave or foolhardy. And yet the imposter waded through its mountainous snow drifts as if they were mere diglett mounds. The imposter captured pokemon with nary any effort, throwing balls at the wild pokemon without sending any out to fight. The imposter had an efficiency that hinted of something... extraordinary.
Dawn had some skills in sneaking around. In the earlier months, she was not strong enough to overpower her enemies, so she had to learn to slink around unnoticed. The imposter was not fooled in the slightest. Any time she watched the imposter, the imposter watched her, empty eyes locked with hers. Uncaring. Unnerving.
Unnatural.
The imposter was the only one on the entire island who didn't react to her with revulsion.
It was miraculous how one could adapt to circumstance. When Dawn first awoke after meeting with Arceus, she expected... she didn't know what she expected. Waking up as a ghost was not what she expected. A free spirit in the truest sense, not tied to anyone or anywhere. Untethered, and yet, incapable of anything.
When she awoke, she saw herself as she was. A Research Partner of five years to Professor Rowan, assisting him in the research of Pokémon evolution, living in Sandgem town, going to Jubilife on the weekends. Pale skin, dark hair, and fair voice. As she moved across the island, this self-image had changed. Changed to something she had never seen before. On her head was a long tuft of white fur, flapping gently in an unfelt breeze. Behind her, a poofy tail tipped in red. In her mouth, many sharp teeth. A Zorua. A perverse one of ghostly constitution.
She lost her midnight blue hair. She lost her dainty nose and small lips. She lost her height. She lost her clothes. She hardly noticed the change until it was over.
The imposter, though. The imposter had her face. The imposter had her voice. The imposter had her body.
“Tell me who you are, Akari,” she asked again, spitting out the imposter's name like a curse.
“This one is a six star surveyor in the Galaxy Team,” the imposter answered. It didn't tell Dawn anything she didn't know. She had seen enough of their clan to know how their uniforms worked.
It was in the Coronet Highlands that Dawn stood upright for the first time in months. She knew that Spear Pillar was associated with Arceus. It was a faint hope that she would find Him there. For all the anguish of being rejected by human and pokémon alike, nothing hurt as much as the barrier surrounding Mt. Coronet's summit.
The betrayal of it all was far sharper than the sting of touching the barrier. Of all the misery she had endured, the rejection by Arceus was the most heartbreaking. She agreed to his quest, and He spurned her. It was there, on the top of the mountain, throwing herself against the barrier over and over, that she changed again.
“When did you join?” She prodded.
“This one joined the Galaxy Team in spring,” was the imposter's dull response.
Dawn narrowed her eyes. That's when she awoke, separated from her physical form. She stood up straight. Her large mane of hair twisted and coiled as if suspended in water, and wrapped itself around the imposter. She leaned in and put her paws on the imposters shoulders, claws digging in slightly. “You took my body,” she whispered, her teeth snapping centimeters from the imposters face. “Why?”
The imposter was not cowed.
Dawn pushed in closer to the imposter, their eyes millimeters apart. “I will have it back. That is a promise.”
“Promises are for the gods and the dead.” The imposter said. Oh the irony.
Ok,I raise you this.
Pla Zoroark au but a little bit…different.
Protag is Rowan’s assistant from dppt,not the protagonist.
In the process of sending them to hisui,Arceus made an oopsie and accidentally erases the assistant’s conscience.
So they make some kind of ai like being to inhabit their body-which is intact-and complete the quest without issue.
Except Arceus made another oopsie,because the assistant’s conscience isn’t erased,it’s misplaced.
Due to this,the assistants conscience basically put them in a limbo,where they never actually died but don’t have a body to call their own.in which case,they turn into a zorua like wanderer,looking for the one that has their body.
Meanwhile,the pla protag starts reaching the alabaster icelands…where they meet a zoroark like figure that is intent on getting their body back.
The first part was updated slightly, so please re-read part 1.
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“We were warned of you,” the Diamond Clan leader said.
The imposter's pokémon had defeated the goddess of death twice over. An incontestable outcome. The barrier around Spear Pillar, the one sure sign of Arceus's indifference, fell with Her. It hardly mattered that Dawn blamed the wrong god. The pain had ossified long ago.
With the fall of the barrier so too did the imposter, onto the stone floor of Spear Pillar. Dawn ran to her body, to find the imposter had fled. What lay before her was a pile of flesh and bone without spirit. Free for the taking. Dawn screamed and laughed and sobbed at the cruelty and irony of the world. She clutched her limp body to her chest like a doll, mindful of her sharp claws. Finally, she had her body back.
“Oh?” Dawn had the smallest of hopes in her voice. An inflection the imposter never had. She fiddled with her sleeve. A nervous tick the imposter never did.
Dawn learned many things as a ghost, all in service of a single goal: take back what was hers.
Dawn learned to craft illusions. To disguise one's entire self as something other. To perceive it so resolutely that reality itself believes it. She imagined how she would utilize it on the imposter.
Dawn learned to summon the chill of death. The humans called it ‘bitter malice.’ It matched how she felt. She envisioned how she would unleash it on the imposter.
Dawn learned to manipulate the spirit. The intangible consciousness that empowered human and pokémon. She couldn't wait to oust the imposter.
Power isn't free. To call forth the Beyond was to embrace the Beyond. It changed you irreversibly.
In the end, it was power she didn't need. The imposter has abandoned her body before she could force the imposter out. Her plans and sacrifices were moot.
“‘The one wearing Akari's face,’” the leader quoted. “‘Her visage is only skin-deep.’”
Dawn had heard this before.
When her emotions had run their course on Spear Pillar, Dawn finally entered her body. She could experience the world as she never could as a ghost. The chill of the air, she had not felt in a long time. The breath she drew in her lungs, she had not needed in a long time.
Finally she had her body. Finally she was more than a lonesome spirit. It was a long time since she had felt happiness. She had joy at last. She ran all the way to Jubilife Village. A roof, a bed, a warm fire, a tasty meal. These were just over the hill. Her days in the Icelands were over.
Dawn never felt more alive.
She was hopeful. It was this that alerted the Galaxy Team. She would not mimic the imposter. The imposter's mannerisms were too strange. Too robotic. Too dead. The leaders were suspicious of her immediately. Missives were drawn up to alert the clans.
Dawn ran before the messengers could depart. She ran straight to the Diamond Clan. She didn't run fast enough.
She had the tiniest of hopes that, by seeking out the Diamond Clan, she might receive an audience with Dialga. That she might convince Him to send her to her own time. He desires were simple. To return to her loving family, to return to her pokémon friends, to return to her important research. It would be nice to do so while she drew breath.
“This is my face,” Dawn hissed, offended at the mistake. An emotion the imposter never felt. “It was stolen and now it is returned.”
"Begone, Fox. You aren't welcome here." The point of a sword said the rest.
The imposter's eyes never turned a sickly yellow in rage, and the imposter's hands never formed wicked claws of anger.
How naïve she was to think that returning to her body was what she really wanted. How foolish she was to think that carrying through on her promise would complete her. Life is more than flesh and blood.
The Diamond Clan's reaction was disappointing, but only a small setback. She was a free spirit after all. Not tied to anyone or anything or any body. She could get back to her family the long way. For now, she would return to the Icelands. She would not seek out the Pearl clan. She had enough of hoping for one lifetime.
As she walked away from the the Diamond clan camp, she never felt less alive.
Ok,I raise you this.
Pla Zoroark au but a little bit…different.
Protag is Rowan’s assistant from dppt,not the protagonist.
In the process of sending them to hisui,Arceus made an oopsie and accidentally erases the assistant’s conscience.
So they make some kind of ai like being to inhabit their body-which is intact-and complete the quest without issue.
Except Arceus made another oopsie,because the assistant’s conscience isn’t erased,it’s misplaced.
Due to this,the assistants conscience basically put them in a limbo,where they never actually died but don’t have a body to call their own.in which case,they turn into a zorua like wanderer,looking for the one that has their body.
Meanwhile,the pla protag starts reaching the alabaster icelands…where they meet a zoroark like figure that is intent on getting their body back.
I do ,in fact, read the manga and I do ,in fact, celebrate fictional character’s birthdays