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gabbbyyyyyyyyyy · 2 months
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Ok so,,,
Rushed low effort Helena / Hex Maniac Ancestor
his name is “Rhodes”… Nicknamed “Rigor Mortis” due to his strange connections to Ghost Type Pokemon, and his extremely offputting, almost feral mannerisms
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He’s basically Hex Maniac, but if she was a sad pathetic old hag wizard guy from the Middle/Dark Ages that just sells Moomoo Milk that’s definitely not made by a screwed up Damned-to-hell Mistake Pokemon… yeaa…
i might go and make an equally as screwed up (if not worse) Miltank Variant to go with him + flesh him out as a character a bit more in the meantime
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cedesect · 10 months
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Pokemon Ancestors!
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arceus will not forgive you for being galarian, laventon.
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pixelga1axy · 3 months
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One of Larimar's Pokemon is a regional shiny Absol that saved xyr live by dragging xem back to civilization after an incident in the mines. Luckily Siren was in town at that time. Otherwise he would have found out about the news weeks later through post while on sea.
AU belongs to @salon-maiden-anabel and me
Siren belongs to @salon-maiden-anabel
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toiletphotoshoot · 3 months
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I think it would be pretty funny if in pokemon legends z-a it’s Lysandre’s ancestor trying to stop AZ from firing the weapon instead of AZ trying to stop Lysandre in xy
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championdaigo · 8 months
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steven's hypothetical ancestor, a wandering stone collector who is very normal about rayquaza 🥰
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fluffymuffincentral · 1 month
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Ancient mews, amiright?
Someone get them therapy, specifically Meau
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Characters used:
The Ancestor- mine
Meau- @phlurrii
Origin- @pokemon-ash-aus
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pokemon-ash-aus · 3 months
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Sharing a Mew concept i havent shared before uwu
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This is Old Mew, she has no name so far, doubt she ever will, but she's one of the mew patternless Mews that stayed Patternless.
And now her with her Grandparent (origin) and her mom :3
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Old mew: Oh Grand- it's good to see you again- how's my mother? Vibrant as usual.
Origin: Mew!
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Old mew: Oh Mother- you truly are vibrant for my little ole eyes, how do you fare?
Space: Mew!
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pigeon-wizard · 3 months
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being in a international fandom is so fun. i wake up, everyone is screaming, and i have to put my little detective hat to figure out why, and if it's the good kind of screaming or the bad kind.
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praazlwurm · 10 months
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Giratina's Temple and the Celestica Ruins
aka Giratina/platinum clan theory is back (also sorry for using mspaint lmao)
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So we all know about the Shrouded Ruins, yeah?
(This is the only spoiler warning for Pokemon Legends: Arceus you're gonna get)
Spooky. Ever-cloaked in mists and mystery, surrounded by black-stoned cairns like graves and home to the giant Odd Keystone that once (?) housed 108 souls. Very ghost-centric.
Well what if I told you it was a temple?
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Greco-roman temples (and, problematic or otherwise the celestica are absolutely greco-roman coded) are constructed relatively uniformly, with an outer later of columns holding up the roof and an inner layer holding up an internal structure, providing additional support, ect.
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We have a perfect in-game model to project from, too, in the Temple of Sinnoh (pre-explosion). You can see that some of the smaller columns are sometimes decorative - likely they held up torches or, in the case of the two nearest the 'altar,' offerings
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So knowing that style and having the remaining structures we do see in-game, we can approximate a lay out of what the building may have looked like.
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What makes this a temple, however, is more open to interpretation. My evidence to support that it is is actually the blue-tinged pedestals seen within the outline of the building - the place(s) of honor in any temple. Irl, the inner structure - the cella - was often fully-walled in, though sometimes this was constructed via wood and other materials that don't withstand time.
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Now, ENORMOUS shout-out to pokemaniacchris and the incredible Crimson Mirelands Archeological Survey Project for a really detailed, in-character breakdown of the ruins structures throughout the mirelands. I can only assume the 'surveyors' hadn't reached Mt. Coronet yet in their explorations.
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Pedestals like these (at least superficially similar) are found beneath dozens of statues around Mt. Coronet, including beneath Giratina, Palkia and Dialga in the Sacred Plaza area. Now, I know I'm supposed to be claiming that this is a temple to Giratina, but if we work on the assumption that the four pedestals corollate with Giratina, Palkia, Dialga, and Arceus, a new conclusion can, perhaps, be drawn:
That whoever built this temple saw all four of them on the same 'level' of power or -- and this is my hc taking over -- if the statues were placed in a certain orientation (see below) that they saw Arceus and Giratina on equal footing, with Dialga and Palkia one rank below.
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And there is, imo, more evidence to support this disruption of the 'creation trio' into two pairs on equal footing, found in the Celestica Ruins! So, among the structures there are two notable, circular buildings that the Greeks also utilized, called tholoi (plural). Irl, tholoi were a mix of secular-use and small-scale temples, and seeing as these two are small (maybe 10ft across inside?) I would maintain the claim that they're small temples.
And they align/mirror each other just as the statues of Palkia and Dialga do.
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This part becomes pure conjecture, but I like to think the smaller structures in the ruins might be other small-scale temples for the various mythicals, honoring each much as the Greeks honored a pantheon.
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Lastly, the CMASP describes the "Gapejaw Bog Complex" as being potentially an entire agora all its own and I can't agree more. Such evidence would support the idea of there being two groups of Celestica (Note: Not the Clans.)
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I actually found myself wondering if the mirelands weren't always quite so swampy, and instead flooded at some point in the past with the depressions around Gapejaw - left by housing foundations - filled in with swamp water.
At the end of the day, I think there's a lot of evidence that the Celestica revered Giratina as well as Arceus, Dialga and Palkia - at least early on. Something happened to cause this schism, and the Old Verses/Plate inscriptions point to an outburst of rage from Giratina -- though, in "pick a god (and pray)" I actually argue it was mispercieved on the part of the Celestica and this misperception is what caused Arceus to despair and withdraw.
Open to discussion!! fellow nerds please interact!!
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atomgecko · 10 months
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Started playing PLA for the first time so I doodled my two favorite gworlz.............also regional form hisuian alder cause that 1 random easter egg was made for me and me only
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boilingrain · 9 months
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If we ever get a Pokémon Legends game set in Unova, I hope that it takes place at some point after the events of Legends Arceus
Mostly because I want the player to be able to walk into a house in Undella Town/what will later become Undella Town and see Volo again and have to battle him
You think you're safe from Cynthia because you're in the past but then you walk into the wrong house and now you have to fight her ancestor
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patriamrealm · 1 year
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About the Aspects Au, you said that Akari and Ingo have a father/daughter relationship, so does she return to the future with Ingo? If so, what's the Unovans reaction to her? Also, how does Ingo feel about Clay?
So the thing about them returning to the future is that neither of them chose to return. Ingo didn't want to at all and Akari was working towards getting back. She returned first, After fighting with Arceus and winding up with a piece of the god pokemon on her team she wound up attacked by a furious Volo still pissed about her beating him and was mortally wounded.
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That piece of Arceus managed to pull enough power to send her to a time with better medical advancements to save her, her time. It wouldn't be able to do that again.
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For Ingo, as far as he knew his daughter died and they never did find the killer. He lived in Hisui for another 17 years before being forcefully thrown back to the future in the last space time distortion.
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As for Clay, it's weird. He likes the guy but it's so hard for him not to see the young man he helped raise.
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blaiddraws · 10 months
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commission for @evtraininguniversity! everyone's least favorite guy, prince Emery Draken </3
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pixelga1axy · 3 months
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Siren and Muir belong to @salon-maiden-anabel
Pokemon characters spawn their kids like Minecraft Spawns
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peachy-doodles · 7 months
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Aggie stuffs !!! been a while since i participated in one a these... we gor dojoshipping, sploony au and ancestor ocs wrow
ended up including @patriamrealm 's aspects!ingo too cuz ive been meaning to draw him for a while considering the ultimate submas tournament ! and it always makes me smile looking at how you drew mc holding pmd ingo... he looks sooo sillay... tysm again <3 ^_^
bonus uppies:
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1495-gauge · 2 months
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There's a dead man wandering the wastes. He wears nothing of the clans, his own symbols unusual and foreign.
He's lost, and the zoroark thus have claim.
They watch.
Lost, roaming, hungry. They've seen it all before, know every sign. He barely shivers anymore. He doesn't see them, settled into the fog as they are.
They watch as he stumbles into other pokemon, getting chased off, too slow and clumsy. Stupid.
They watch as he walks with no clear goal. Through land that is not his.
The thing about ghosts, about staying past death, is there are rules.
They shepherd him until the flickering light of the clan's lanterns are visible on the horizon. There must always be an option. They set their trap.
A kit, illusioned to look frail and hurt, buried half in the snow. No human could resist scooping it up and wringing its neck. They know. They've seen.
And the man stops. Croons. Leans down, takes the kit in his arms, gentle. They watch as he tucks the kit into his coat. They watch as every touch he lays upon it is soft. They watch as he turns to the lights, and starts taking the kit towards it.
Inviting a massacre.
So very stupid.
Sharing his precious body heat to bring a trophy, how foul.
It is night, which means there is no one outside when he reaches the camp. This is changed by his howls.
The zoroark don't understand words.
They understand intent.
The man does not cry for victory.
They watch.
Clan members stumble out of their tents. Woken, with spears.
They see the stupid man, and they point their weapons at him.
His booming voice falters. The clan speaks a tune the zoroark have always heard: back, back, beast, monster, wrong, dangerous, evil.
Back, back.
Get out.
The man cries again, help, help, hurt child. A child has been hurt. It needs help.
And like a zoroark, he is exiled from the camp in seconds.
Unlike a zoroark, he does not try to burn it down.
He tucks the kit more firmly into his coat, and resumes his aimless travel.
They watch.
He finds some too-small winter berries. He feeds two to the kit, pockets the rest. He does not bother for himself.
They are... curious.
A kit or two slips out of the mist. Play the eager foolish mutt, like the garish things begging at clan heels. He kneels, and gives the rest of his meager food away but one. One, which goes not to him, but the kit again.
The zorua pretend that they don't know the fog rolling in is full of claws. They yap and pull at his clothing, urging him into the woods. He follows. Stupid.
The zorua lead him to the den.
The first kit slips out of his arms, illusion falling away. It slips into the mist, convenes with them. A burgeoning mass of confused hatred.
He does not run.
Stupid. If they knew the word, it would be kind.
The Mother wakes.
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Iridia shivers. Not from the cold, not even in the pitch of a new moon.
Unintelligible almost-words ring in her ears. A human sort of emotion choking behind the animal tongue.
It has been a long time since the zoroark have gotten so bold as to encroach upon the camp.
In a strange form, too. Too tall, too long. Dressed in no clothes she'd ever seen. Its illusion falling apart at the seams — reflective eyes, even the glimmer of a third. White hands. Blood dripping from the everpresent spiritual wounds.
Its own mane bursting from its chest.
Something was very, very wrong with it.
Iridia isn't a fool. She had seen the fogbank surrounding the camp. If they were to send their elders here to die, she would have no part in it. She knows better than to invite that malice.
It would be a trap, either way.
Still, she mourns. The hatred, its festering. She thinks of the senile zoroark, and she does not sleep.
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