Banette – Pinkie's Paradise

Gotta Make Em All: Turning Pinkie into a Pokémon

Hear Ye Hear Ye Princess Pinkie has returned with a Pokémon Post

Salutations , Loyal Subjects and Island Guests. I am a creative writer in spirit, and a concept designer in blood! As a result I often find myself pondering questions like “what if Irina was A Pokémon ” or “What if Indigo was a Pokémon”? On this blog I answered these questions. These posts enjoyed moderate success but never did as well as “less creative” posts. So I forgot about them for a while.. but I decided to bring this back! What better way to start with the most obvious omission in my lineup so far! Myself! What would I be like as a Pokémon?!

The Typing of Pinkie

Like the two that have come before me, to design me as a Pokémon we first need to find out what typing I am. My primary typing of course is super easy! It would be the fairy type! Not only is it represented by the colour pink, it also has that whole spirit and cutesie vibe I often try to go for! If I had the money I would totally be wearing lolita clothing a lot, and fill my house with adorable plushies and sweets and what not! I love the fairy typing to bits! From it’s attack esthetics to the way it functions. I am really afraid of metal things oftenly.. it seems so painful to me, and I am sickly and prone to diseases so a weakness to the steel and poison type makes perfect sense to me. I like to break through guys/warriors types by cuteness and charm so my strength against the fighting type would also be explained.
In general I really like how the fairy type works and I am pretty sure it fits me as well. So obviously I will stick with it! It means I can use a lot more pink in my design.

The second typing is where things get tricky for me! There are a few options. There is a good case for the psychic type, as I love mind games and reading people and in real life I am a bit of a manipulator. Not Persé in the bad sense, but rather than convince people to give me what I want, I’ll be more inclined to convince people they want to give that to me.An example is when I would go out back in the days with friends, I would not tell them I really want to go to club A. I would look at what they want and try to connect that to Club A so their desire changes to align with mine. Mind tricks if you will! Yet there is a bit of a problem! In general in Pokémon , that is not really how the psychic type works! It is more about brute mental power and telekinesis, and even though I do believe I can use telekinesis I just have not figured out how yet.. it might not be the best typing to convey this idea of the puppeteer.

A typing that I think would fit this idea much better would be the ghost type! With moves like Spite, Curse and their being prone to learn moves like Dream Eater and Nightmare fits me a lot better. It also offers me a reason to become a pokémon! I am not the healthiest person in the world. I have come face to face with the limits of my own mortality and I even crossed it once. Part of the reason that I have this blog is to live on, after I leave the land of the living. To leave some ideas and my voice behind and let it reach places it could not travel otherwise. This whole living on metaphor could be a great way to become a pokémon! I one day woke up beside my body but refused to pass on so I became a ghost Pokémon.. not in the somber way but as in a spirit that wants to experience more from this world even though life has already passed me by! An embodiment of Joy de Vivre of loving life and it’s adventure.

Designing Pinkie

Banette (Pokémon) - Bulbapedia, the community-driven Pokémon encyclopedia — Banette

Now that we have established my typing we can move onto the design phase. A Unicorn Duck Pokémon would be the most obvious choice. Yet I feel that would be a little bit too obvious. I will include some design elements of that in here, but I feel I want to take this design in a bit of a different direction. My Pokémon Counterpart unlike other ghosts should not feel particularly cursed. She is not sad she is dead. Rather than that she takes a page out of School Live’s book and rather would deny she is dead. She wants to have more fun and wants to live more! And while that sometimes comes at the cost of other peoples she would want to present things cutely, as it would get things done. I would think a cute Pokémon Name for me would be Vidolly. A basic design content I think that would fit me very well is the idea of a haunted doll. Kind of like how Banette is a discarded plushie, though kind of the other way around. Instead of a toy that got discarded and became vengeful, this is a beloved toy that became that host for it’s passed away owner. Bound together by love to give their owner a second chance at “life”

Of course it would be a very princessy doll! Though in canon there might be several variations based on the Lolitha variants. Stuff like Sweet Lolita, Goth Lolita , Punk Lolita and Wa lolita. Hime Lolita seemed like a logical choice but from a design perspective it looks a lot like Sweet Lolita so I am combining the two. Let’s go with the name Hime-Form Vidolly, Goth-Form Vidolly, etc. For those who don’t know what Wa form Vidolly would be, it would be something more traditional Japanese. More elaborate versions of Kimono and Yukata like designs. When summoned out of their Pokéball or as a basic attack animation a Vidolly would shoot out shadowing strings almost like a puppeteer which then would form the attack they are performing or hit their enemy to try and manipulate them.

Vidolly would statistically be around the stat total of Mawile or Absol.. a slight bit higher making it more relevant like their mega Counterparts. Yet not fully a mega, so somewhere in between. It would not evolve from or into a Pokémon. A cool alternative idea would be to make it an alternative evolution for Shuppet that needs an item, but I would like to keep this pokémon Genderless if possible.. you know to simulate my Panda-ness! I would prefer if the Vidolly would be static encounters you can find across the world in certain places, after midnight. It would be a cool capture mechanic that fits the ghost theme. The pokémon would get two abilities based on if you recently changed the clock of your game or not. If you did the ability Vidolly would get is Manipulator, which disables a random move on the target it is switched in against. (Like cursed body but random and not upon hit but upon entry) If you haven’t switched your clock within the past 48 hours Vidolly would get the ability Life Lust, where each move with a secondary effect would heal 50% of damage given instead. IOW all moves with secondary effects turn into leech life.

Pokédex Entries for Pinkie

A good ghost pokémon pokédex entry makes you read it and go “wow, that’s rather dark” Vidolly’s story is a bit more uplifting but there will be some implications here. With a very basic entry along the lines of something like “ Even Death could not take away her will to live, so once the girl took her final breath her life force instead of passing on moved into her favourite doll, wanting to experience life once again and share this joy with others” It is both a tragic and a good fate! This is a ghost which has gotten a second life rather than something that is defined as “dead”. Sure the second life is as a ghost..but since a Pokémon still is kinda alive she is also alive! It will be up for debate, which will be the angle of her secondary angle. “Scientists can’t agree if Vidolly is alive or dead, her will to live inside an inanimate object baffles scientists everywhere. Vidolly considers herself very much alive and will enjoy life at any cost”

Cloud & Crane ~ Kimono Style Wa Lolita Dress by OCELOT — **^{Wa Style Lolita! Just imagine this as a porcelain doll!}**

Vidolly, as an unevolving ghost much like Mimikyu, would be a static encounter. Meeting her would be tricky like I said before. She only shows up at four different places. The Goth Vidolly would show up at midnight in the ghost tower, graveyard or ghost or dark type gym! Each Pokémon game always has an area like this, a place of mourning or dark energy or something like that. She will be the most obvious version to find. Wa form Vidolly would show up at more classic locations, something like “the hot springs” , the “japanese restaurant” the “Kimono girl house”. Temples would be a fine location for her as well or if anything else fails at the entrance of the Pokémon League. It’s the traditional variant so something with a bit of status or mysticism to it. Punk Vidolly is found at a location that is basically the opposite of Wa-Vidolly. She is most likely found in a location filled with technology (as Punk Lolita’s mostly have steampunk designs) such as the evil team base that has been abandoned after you defeat them. Perhaps something like the Pokémon Mansion from Kanto where Mewtwo was designed. At worst at the Pokémon lab.. as long as it is not in the started town.. because……….

The version that I identify with, Hime-Vidolly, would be the most tricky one to get.. or the easiest one once you know how. Because I am a Pokémon player and the ghost princess deserves something special as well, Hime-Vidolly would only show up in the players house after midnight. Now of course this seems like a super easy catch, but it is not! Not exactly! You would find a rumor mid way in the game. The previous owner of my house just vanished without a trace a npc would say.. Now every night I get a feeling something is watching over me. It would be a hint that to find Hime-Vidolly you need to create a character.. then delete your old save to start with a new character. In other words.. The ghost that possesses Hime-Vidolly is that of the player’s former character. Here the non-gendered character comes into play again as it would work for both a male or female avatar, even though Vidolly will identify as female in all her dex entries and in the anime. I think it is a nice twist and just enough ghosty darkness to make Hime-Vidolly a fan favourite.

Pinkie’s Role

Vidolly would not be the most offensive Pokémon out there, nor would she be the worst. She would be a special attacker that focuses on controlling the momentum of the battlefield. Vidolly uses moves like Sweet Kiss, or Lovely Kiss to confuse an enemy or put them to sleep, or even both. This isn’t to say she is a flirt but more like a soothing presence people like and find hard to hit. I would replace kiss with hug to make it more clean and in line with the character but these I can assure you would be platonic kisses. From there Vidolly would proceed to use offensive moves like Hex and Dream-eater on her manipulator set or Moonblast on her Life-Lust set. Moves like Curse will also show up in her repertoire. As a result she has a very mixed stat pool, slightly on the more bulky side. She’d be fairly similar to Chansey, where she has a LOT of HP! Opposed to Chansey she is better at fighting off physical moves than special moves. She isn’t as bulky as Chansey though as she will have some special attacks as well. Her physical attack would be lower than even Shuckles or Magikarps.

One of the Vidolly would excel in double battles. Her Manipulator version could disable a move while with disable she blocks a second one off. Allowing you to gain momentum on your Pokémon. Life Lust Vidolly is better at single battles. Where she functions as a hard physical wall that can put to sleep anything that switches in. She would work very well on entry hazard teams. Her speed is not great but most Pokémon that know Rapid Spin would start off slower so depending on her calls, she can overcome this by utilising sleep. Encore might be a good move to put on her if you put some speed IV’s into her as she is immune to three typings and because of her high health pool, she rarely gets oneshot. Gengar would be her worst enemy though! In PVE Life Lust Vidolly is without a doubt the better version of the two! It’s healing and high number of immunities make her a great pick up for Nuzlockes as well. Her special attack stat would be around the 80/90 is area so while not amazing it would be respectable enough to use her!

A final special thing about Vidolly is how she would react to your friendship building mechanics. All modern games have something that builds friendship or lives with Pokémon. Usually this involves playing (minigames) with them and feeding them. Vidolly would be able to play by herself! A quirk. If you throw a ball in Pokémon Camp in Galar, Vidolly instead of returning it would go off with it and play by herself.. perhaps with other pokémon as well but she would not give you the toys back! If we see the return for Pokémon Amie, and the minigames when you are leveling up with Vidolly you will notice that sometimes the game plays by itself or your controls suddenly invert. Nothing to major but just something to show you Vidolly is having some fun herself! I honestly think they should do this to more Ghost Pokémon..but now that I am one I’d tell you, I would definitely steal your game.. so I could have more fun!

And that is me as a Pokémon! I As well as create an entire species of Pokémon with it! I will work on making my bestie Summer into a Pokémon next. She asked once before and then stuff happened and it never happened but now I am ready! If you want to be turned into a pokémon let me know! I will make it happen! What do you think of Vidolly? What would you imagine yourself as a Pokémon to be like?! Let me know in the comments! I will see you all in my next post! Stay Random!

Pokémon Horror Story: Doll

Since it is the month of halloween, we will put Star Wars on hold for just a bit and dedicate our story of the week to something a bit more fitting. For all all fridays up and until November 1st, I will attempt to write a short Pokémon Horror story. Now this isn’t THAT hard to do so there is a twist. These stories all will revolve around actual Pokédex entries. Meaning I am only making a pokémon as scary as The Pokémon Company makes them. They feature actual pokémon behaviour and origin as stated per the pokedex.

Chapter 1: Growing pains

Tyler was super excited ,even though it was raining outside. The next day the now ten year old ,grass coloured haired, boy would get his starter Pokémon and he would finally become a Pokémon Trainer. He would be the greatest master of them all. Earlier that day he had cleaned out all his toys, he was a big boy now. He all stored it neatly into a box, just in case he ever wants to play with them again or donate them to a fan. the really bad ones he threw away, he would not want his future fans to get trash He was ready to finally grow up , he would not need toys when he had pokémon! Suddenly a knock on the door threw him out of his headspace. His father entered the room holding a raggedy doll with a zipper in its mouth. ‘Hey son, I saw you threw this one out..you know it used to be your mother’s favorite plushie right?’ Tyler sighed and stomped the floor. ‘I am to old for plushies dad, mom isn’t around to see it anyway.. Look it’s all worn and swe cant even sell it or donate it or anything. It’s worthless. Besides I do not need a doll to remind mom?! I always got her in my heart’ Tyler would smile to his dad as he presses his hands on his heart. It had been a rough two years for them since Tyler’s mother had passed during their vacation. Tyler shook his head trying to shake the horrible memory of seeing her dead like that. ‘I know you are all grown up son, but sometimes it’s nice to keep something like a physical memory , a memento they call it’. Tyler sighed and took the doll back. “Fiiiine” He put the doll on his desk and hugged his father. ‘Now go to bed, you don’t want to oversleep and be stuck with an overrated mascotte pokémon tomorrow now would you? ‘ Tyler smiled and said ‘I will just pack my notes and then head straight to bed. ‘I love you son, see you tomorrow’ The two said their goodbyes for the night as Tyler went to his desk to pick up the notes. He cursed as he saw the rained up doll released some water which had made his notes runny. ‘Thats it’ Tyler said annoyed as he opened the window ‘I told dad you were nothing but trash’ Tyler threw out the doll as it landed in a filthy puddle. Satisfied Tyler would head to bed… tomorrow he would finally grow up.

Chapter 2: Rat attack

The next day it was drizzeling yet again. Tyler rushed out of the house. He had said his goodbyes to his dad, which clearly left the father distraught, but every boy had to go through this one day. So Tyler just rushed out to make it easier for the both of them. He would soon choose Charmander that one was the coolest! He smiled happily as a sound suddenly made him turn around.. it sounded like a footstep in a puddle very close by. As he turned around no one was there. A muddy puddle seemed to be have been disrupted recently though, it must have been a pidgey. Tyler kicked the empty puddle and laughed. ‘That’s for s startling me’ He then began to run to the professor. For some reason Tyler could not help but feeling watched though. It made him somewhat nervous and he began to run even faster. Eventually he reached the laboratory of professor Stump where he would finally get his new friend. After a lot of boring administrative stuff and a talk with a forgetale professor he finally was handed his charmander. ‘Charmander show me what you can do use flamethrower!’ Tyler said. Professor Stump who was a bronzed old man with a powerful jaw and a long beard chuckled. ‘Charmander isn’t ready to learn those kind of moves yet .. right now he can only use Scratch and Leer, you will have to train him up to learn some other moves’ Tyler nodded , it didn’t matter, he just wanted to start his journey. He thanked the professor and wanted to rush out when suddenly he heard a scream. ‘What was that?!’ He ran towards the source of the ruckus, his charmander at the ready, only to find out it was professor’s Stump’s wife. She was standing on a chair swatting at a Rattata with a brooms. “Eeeeeek it’s a rat’. Tyler and the professor laughed at the antics. ‘Why don’t you try to battle it Tyler it will help you train that pokémon of yours’. After a short battle of scratches and tackles, the young boy and his fireless fire lizard were victorious over the rat. Feeling good Tyler left the professor’s home just to hear a rumble of thunder in the distance. He grinned, a famous trainer he took inspiration from also left on the day of a thunderstorm, this was a good omen and so he set his first steps towards greatness..or so he thought.

Chapter 3: Red Eyes

The rain and thunder did not seem to bother Tyler. He wanted to reach the neighbouring city tonight so he could call his dad and make him proud. He used to visit Peachburg with his mother when he was young. They would go to the petting zoo where he could pet the Miltank and the Deerling of farmer Tom. He might visit that park while he was there , just for old time sake. ‘Tyler!’ The boy turned his head around to the side of the road where he heard his name but nothing was there. He could have sworn he heard a voice.. something familiar, not very clear, almost like a whisper. He couldn’t really recall where he heard the voice though. He looked again but nothing was there. Another rumble of thunder in the distance urged him to continue walking. About twenty minutes later he passed by a thin wooded area, a small forest, on tyler’s left side. For some reason it felt .. bad to him, it was not a good place. ‘Tyler!’ He heard the voice again, this time he thought he recognised the voice, but could not make a clear connection. It sounded like his mother… yet not really… very twisted more high pitched. As if she was doing a voice, but he could not remember where it was from. It came from the woods, when he stared at the direction he thought he saw two red eyes. Though it could not have been more than a meter high. ‘Tyler’ the voice called out again..it was definitely coming from the woods while clearly it sounded a lot like his mother, like a forgotten memory calling to him. He looked at the woods and remembered how his mother looked like when he foundher on that island, on their vacation. Her spine twisted… her eyes empty. He never would hear her voice again.. yet hear it was…but it felt bad … devious….evil…. ‘Tyler!’ the voice again called out to him as the red eyes began to move towards him. Panicked Tyler began to run, his backpack snagged a tree but he was so scared he decided to leave it behind as he ran! He sprinted as fast as he could, whatever was speaking in his mother’s voice, that was not her. Whatever it was he knew it was chasing him. He slipped on the the dirt road he was walking, muddied by all the rain. His knee hit a rock as a sharp pain shot through Tyler. As he crawled up .. he felt as if evil was crawling up his back.. he began to run again, knowing the beast hunting him was drawing closer . What was even scarier was whatever it was… it made no footsteps at all. It was only when he reached the outskirts of Peachburg that he dared to look back. There wasn’t anything there. Yet he was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining things. He then rushed into town as dusk began to set in.

Chapter 4: Curses

Tyler was swearing as he was walking around. His map was in his backpack, so now he did not know where the pokémon center was. He had roamed around for a while but could not find it. He could probably find that petting zoo though. He could ask farmer Tom for directions. Farmer Tom once told him about his starter pokémon. Nuggets the torchic. He might be able to give Tyler some tips to learn some fire moves, maybe even have a TM for him. With reinvigorated spirit Tyler began to move through the town heading towards the petting zoo. By now it began to properly get dark, but he knew a shortcut. His mother used to park his car around where he was now. They could cut a long walk trough an alleyway. Since it was still raining , that would also keep him a bit out of the rain and save him about 10 minutes of walking a blessing with his painful knee. When he entered the relatively dry path he began to notice how soaked he had gotten. His knee began to sting even more now the adrenaline began to wear off. He would have to look at that once he got inside somewhere. His attention was drawn by a garbage can falling over. He got startled., as he saw a Galarian Zigzagoon search the metal bin for some food. He chuckled a bit in relief as he turned his gaze back forward. His breath seized.. right in front of him was a pair of red eyes. He could now also make out what those eyes belonged to as a memory began to flash in front of Tyler’s eyes.

Suddenly he realised why that voice sounded like his mother so much, he recollected the memory he could not drag out earlier. The voice…belonged to that doll he threw out yesterday, at least the voice his mother would give it when they played together when he was small. He would have his Teddiursa doll and his mother would have her weird doll. Tyler really liked playing with them together when he was young. Then one day his mother got a job and could not be around as much. As a gift she gave Tyler her doll so he could play his favorite game by himself. A gift of abandonment, just like his mother left him. Suddenly he lost his fear as a deep anger of unprocessed grief took over and he shouted to the doll. ‘You stupid doll.. I want Mom back… not you! I miss her… you can never fill that void NEVER, I keep her in my heart..not in whatever you are with that zipper mouth! Mom gave you to me because she wanted to leave.. i never liked you’ The doll looked at him.. hovering a bit higher now as it’s zipper mouth twisted upwards into a grin… dark energy began to gather around it chasing its shape. It’s once grey and patched body now turned into a mixture of dark cloth floating around it’s head. the two horns formed together into one big tip. The eyes stared at him as the closed zipper mouth turned into a cruel malicious smile. ‘You.. are a pokémon’ Tyler realised as he got out his charmander. ‘Charmander… attack it with scratch’ Tyler yelled. The starter pokémon did it’s utmost but all the scratches seemed to pass trough the spectral opponent. As Tyler lost his pokédex he could not consult it..but he knew whatever this was must be a ghost type pokémon. Maybe he could catch it. As he grabbed his pokéball he saw the doll take out a long iron nail. Tyler moved his arm backwards ready to throw the pokéball as the doll slammed the nail through his own body making a nauseating sound.

Tyler cursed Arceus as he wanted to move the pokéball towards the pokémon, he realised he could not. His body was frozen, his body was cursed. As the doll came in closer and closer fear got a hold of Tyler again. He wanted to speak, he wanted to apologise.. but his body was made numb by the curse. Even if he could run, he knew with his knee and the heavy clothes he would not be fast enough to outrun this pokemon in front of him. He tried to fight to curse, tried to break free but each moment the doll pokemon came closer Tyler was even more crippled by his own fear. Charmander was trying to scratch the pokémon in vain as it did nothing. The doll now hovered in front front of Tyler’s face ..it’s zipper mouth smiling deviously it’s red eyes piercing his soul. The doll took out another nail and placed it on Tylers forehead. Tyler knew he had to think of something right away or he would have to think of something. “Charmander use scratch on my leg’ he yelled., gathering all the bravery he could just to speak. Maybe that could make him fall over away from the nail or snap out of the curse. ‘Charmander scratch my throat’ .. Tyler’s voice sounded once again. Yet he did not say that. As Charmander clawed his legs he indeed fell down, realising that Tyler, in the past also gave his voice to he doll , he always used his own voice for it..imagining it was his mother’s twisted voice. Thus the doll could use Tyler’s voice as its own. As Tyler hit floor, he felt charmanders claw rip open his throat. Bleeding in an alley he could not even speak anymore as he knew it was all over. The doll climbed on his body holding the nail again..placing it against Tyler’s forehead. Then it was all over. Tyler wasn’t afraid anymore, he did not miss his mother anymore and he no longer felt any pride that he was growing up. It was all gone.

Tyler’s father would have waited all night for Tyler’s phone call that he had arrived in Peachburg. It was only around the early afternoon of the next day that he got a phone call from officer Jenny. She told him they had found his son’s body,leaving out that they found it ‘discarded.. face first in a dirty puddle.

This concludes the story of Banette, the vengeful doll pokémon. The fact that they hunt those who discard them and conjure powerful curses by slamming nails trough their body are entirely ideas of the Pokémon company. So if you have a plushie you no longer want.. remember they have feelings too! Treat your plushies well and dont throw them out! Donate them to another family if you must… but never throw them out.. otherwise you might be the one Banette comes after next.

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