#phanthop au

[harmonytre]

Shhhhhhh I'm sneaking by my tumblr to drop off these doodles! The Phanthop AU by @roseltheteacup has snatched me up. I sketched him at work, as well as other character doodles and uhhhhhh downloaded flipaclip to make something in an hour! I plan to make an animation meme for it HELP ME

Also I can't stop laughing at how skinny I drew Leon's little legs LOL

[indulgencepokecomic]

Day #29: Massive

Hop would be the one who would want to Gigantimax the most!

[bearmyshielf]

(Based on the phanthop au created by the lovely @roseltheteacup and @alittlewriter ! Hope you dont mind me doing this, but your au made me sad so I had to write something. Now it’s 1 AM, so off to sleep I go!)

—-

Phantump, the stump Pokemon. According to old tales, these Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died while lost in the forest.

—-

He likes his new trainer.

Lee is kind, and gentle, and he smiles like everything will be alright, now that he’s here. Lee doesn’t mind holding his hand, or peeling the crusts off his sandwiches, buys him chocolate ice cream and cookies and when the skies are clear, brings him to see the stars.

(Back in the forest, it had been dark, so dark. What sunlight he had seen was the little streams of gold that would peek through the leaves on good days, and darkness so complete it frightened him every other day. He had wandered, not knowing what he was missing, what he needed to find, just that he needed to find something. He had memorized every blade of tall grass. He had climbed every tree. He learned how to hide, how to keep quiet, how to make himself small. He learned what was safe to eat and wasn’t, how to see in the dark. He learned how to survive in a forest that seemed intent on swallowing him alive, and he had to do it alone.)

With Lee, he’s never alone. His trainer is always always there, a presence larger than life and just a smile bright as the sun. Lee takes him everywhere, and tells jokes, and makes curry just the way he likes it whenever he wants, wherever they are.

(Colorful mushrooms lighting up hidden paths and rocky mountains with gravel underfoot and the smell of salt by the ocean and rolling meadows filled with Woolos and clouds drifting by a giant window fat and lazy and gem encrusted walls and warm water and and and-

And Lee. He’s there. He’s always always there.)

—-

The first time he sees Lee battle, it’s at the very top of a tower that reaches the clouds.

He doesn’t recognize the other trainer, but they look scary, with the determined looking scowl tugging on their lips and the sharp look in their eyes. A part of him wants to curl up and hide, find a crevice and make himself small, the way he did back in the forest when the bigger Pokemon went by. He doesn’t though. Lee is right there, and he wants to be brave.

The fight is short. The fight is brutal. He watches, agape, as Charizard grows large, larger than any tree he’d ever seen, any pokemon he’d ever meet. He watches as the battle ends in a flash of orange fire, the ends of his leaves warming up as it rushes by.

The battle ends. His awe does not end with it.

Later, they make camp next to Lake Outrage, and Lee has gone to gather some berries. It’s just him and the rest of the team. He gives the others a friendly wave before he floats over to where Lee has left his things, hunting for the red and white balls that he’s always seen trainers with. It isn’t hard to find one, buried under strange pictures and a folded cape. He lifts it and chortles with glee, the sound echoing a hundred times over as he tosses it up and catches it again.

(He remembers the way Lee had done it, powerful arcs and deliberate movements. He remembers how he had felt- like his breath had been stolen- like there’s a sharp ache somewhere inside him, a dull throbbing that won’t go away, heat and ice making his vision blur. It hurt, but in a good way, and he wants that. He’s sure he does.)

It’s hard to imitate his trainer, but he tries, heaves the ball up to his chest and starts to turn around. He gets dizzy soon enough, and does that mean it’s time to let go? He does, and stumbles in midair as the ball leaves his hands to curve upwards gracefully and land on the grass some distance away.

Next to it, Lee, who drops the berries and plates he’s been holding, who’s hands rise up to cover his eyes as the dishes shatter, a thousand little shards sent in all directions. He watches, paralyzed, as his trainer’s shoulders tremble, like they’re caught in their own internal earthquake.

He rushes over, dives into Lee’s chest and clings to his shirt. Lee doesn’t hesistate- his hands come down to cradle him against their chest, shaking, shaking, shaking. He feels something drip on his branches and makes a low crooning noise, a rumbling purr he’d seen Meowths do to comfort their trainers, until Lee’s hands aren’t trembling so much and his shoulders art still.

Lee exhales. It’s a shaky, hollow sound, like someone has torn out his soul, and he never wants them to sound like that again, never, never again. He swears that, even as the rest of the team comes close and Charizard’s wings spread to curl around them.

(Later on he tries to pick up the shards left on the grass, but Lee stops him with red rimmed eyes. “It’s fine.” They murmur as he watches sadly. “You’ll cut yourself; let me do it.)

—-

“Phan?” He asks, confused. Lee smiles at him, pats the air next to him. They’re in the town with budews sleeping in the gardens and a large house nearby, looming.

(He doesn’t like that house. The last time Lee had brought him there, he had felt small: he had felt afraid, and alone, like he was back in the woods and all he could see were shadows. He had run away, and Lee had tore open the countryside looking for him, until his voice cracked and his shouts became whispers. He came back eventually, and Lee had hugged him so fiercely as they begged him to never leave like that again. It took five days before Lee could speak without coughing up blood. Five days of worry and guilt, and the knowledge that his trainer cared enough to look for him, to push himself that far. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like no one’s ever done that for him before.)

“I have someone for you to meet.” Lee smiles. There’s no stumble to their voice. He floats over, confused, as they continue. “Look, here they come now.”

He looks at the direction Lee is pointing and sees a Dubwool, being led by a woman with a shock of orange hair and followed by a Yamper. He looks at Lee, even more confused, but then the Dubwool tackles him.

There’s a commotion and flurry of movement around him, but his vision is filled with white wool and bright eyes, gleaming. The Dubwool nuzzles him, mindful of their horns. It’s you. They say, their voice trailing off to a celebratory bleat. It’s you! You’re back! You finally came back!

He wants to ask who they’re talking about. He wants to ask if they’ve met. Instead, he says nothing at all, as he buries his face in their coarse wool and wonders why this all feels so familiar.

—-

He’s been with Lee for three months when another new face appears.

The trainer looks young, and he doesn’t know them but- he feels like he should, for some reason. They look at him with wide wet eyes and it feels familiar, the way the Pokemon Lee had introduced him to had all felt familiar, like the woman with orange hair had felt familiar. Like it was something he’s forgotten, something he’d witnessed once in a dream.

“...Hey.” They whisper cautiously, picking at the edge of their sleeves with their nails. They’re still watching him with those wide wide eyes, huge and terrified. “Is it really you? Hop?”

That’s his name. He knows that at least, had been there when Lee called him that for the first time. He gives a shrill giggle, and they smile. He thinks that it’s a good expression on them.

“I thought I would never see you again.” The trainer’s lips wobble, and they use their hand to rub at the corners of their eyes. “We didn’t even get to say goodbye, yknow? I didn’t even notice you were gone, not until Leon did.”

He doesn’t understand what they’re trying to say. But he notices the way they’ve begun to curl inwards, eyes on the ground as they struggled to breathe. He knows what that means.

(He doesn’t know this trainer, with their sad smiles and shaking voice, but he knows already that he cant stand to see them cry.)

He floats forward as their eyes begin to droop, the weight of their tears pulling the edges down.

“And I stole your dream even though I didn’t really want to be champion, and I never said anything to you, and I didn’t look for you, I didn’t try and find you-“ they suck in a noisy breath, ribs rattling. “I was so happy to be number one I forgot about you, even though you were always there when I needed you, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

He noses his way into their arms, as their frame is wracked with heavy sobs that seem to take everything out of them. “I’m sorry-“ They croak, voice cracking, and repeat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry- Hop, I’m sorry.“

He doesn’t know what they’re apologizing for, but he decides he’s forgiven them for it. He buries his face into the crook of their neck and listens to the apologies whistling out from between their teeth.

—-

He’s watching his trainer battle his rival and he feels something like pride, something a little more bittersweet- he watches them trade blows and something in him rings hollow, like a strike against an empty glass of water.

“I’ve never met a Phantump before.” The little girl next to him says. He cocks his head. “There’s never been any near Hammerlocke. And anyway, you’re the only one that has purple leaves.”

Was he? He bats at the purple foliage peeking out of his stump, wondering. Maybe that made him special. The girl watches him through the corner of her eyes.

“Though, we’ve met before, haven’t we? I asked your friend to deliver a letter for me. You were there too. You helped.” She smiles and smiles and keeps smiling, but she’s gone perfectly still.

He blinks in confusion.

“I never thanked you for that.”

She reaches out and pats him on the side of his head, and still confused, he lets her. “It’s not too late for you. You have got to remember.”

“Hey!” Lee calls from below. He turns to look at him: he’s flushed and grinning from victory, as his rival sighs over their rotom phone. “Come on, let’s go!”

He begins to follow his trainer, but not before sparing one more look behind him.

The little girl is not there.

—-

There’s a trainer waving a feathered stick around.

He floats over to investigate, the chiming of the bell alluring despite himself. The trainer chuckles as he bats at the toy, arms moving to and fro to attack it.

“I heard who you are.” The Trainer mutters as the toy begins to slow. Their eyes stay locked on him. “I heard it from the Champion. You’re Hop, aren’t you?”

That’s his name, so he nods. The trainer huffs out a brittle laugh, looking away and running a hand through his mess of unruly curls.

“...It was my fault.”

They don’t wait for him to understand. They barrel on, the words leaving them in a rush.

“You- you were ten. I was ten. Shit, we were stupid little kids, and I... I said that to you, and you disappeared, and I’m so fucking sorry for that. It was my fault.” They sigh. “What I did was unforgivable.”

He watches as they fiddle with the collar of their pink shirt, unable to meet his eyes. For some reason, he feels a stab of deja vu.

“Just... I’m glad you’re happy now, at least.”

—-

In the end, all it takes is a realization.

He’s sitting in Lee’s help and the thought strikes him how many friends he has now; how many memories shared. He’s sitting on Lee’s lap and all he feels is safe: all he feels is content.

(He thinks of the familiar Pokemon and the trainer with huge eyes and everyone else he had met, and he thinks of lonely days in a wood filled with fog and thinks that he is happy with what he has now.)

“I love you.” He hears Lee whisper as they poke at the fire, and he- he wants to respond.

(He’s warm and safe and happy, surrounded by companions, watching the stars twinkle overhead, and he’s never felt farther than his origins before: like the years he had spent in those woods never happened, like he never had to learn how to be small and safe. The darkness seems so far away, with the campfire spitting embers into the distance. He’s here, and he’s happy, and it feels like a dream come true.)

“Love you too Lee.” He whispers, actually whispers, with a voice that isn’t a chorus of screams, and-

-something in his soul slides right into place, and clicks.

(He isn’t lost anymore.)

[florallithe]

So i deadass forgot about this au until like half an hour ago so here are some shitty drawings for it

[experimentalbun]

Phanthop au is one of my favourites. Of course I had to cross them over

[rival-hop-aganda]

Phanthop Oneshot - Bedtime

Several nights have passed since Leon had Phantump-! No, Hop, back him and the little ghost-type is warming up quick. Much to Leon’s surprise, the Pokemon is quick to adjust. Tonight was the first one spent outside the pokeball as Hop made it clear to Leon that he wanted to sleep outside that capsule for a change.

So Leon happily obliged.

The little Phantump followed Leon everywhere. He watched his brother get washed up and change into comfortable nightwear; A thin black shirt with charmander printed pyjama pants.

Now with bedtime routine done, Hop flew on ahead to Leon’s room knowing he’d go there. He stopped however, for the former champion had made one sidestop; His old bedroom.

The ghost Pokemon followed, and he felt a great wave of familiarity wash over him. He remembered this place dearly.

Leon gazed about the room with sad nostalgia in his eyes. It had been ages since he last saw his little brother in this room alive. He acknowledged the Phantump with a sad smile.

“Oh, sorry to keep you waiting. Force of habit really. Been doing this since you were missing..” Leon chuckled sheepishly, before taking a deep breath. “I’m okay Hop. Come on,” He made sure he was being followed before leaving the room.

On the way back, Leon felt his brother resting on his shoulder in silence. Instinct pricking him, Leon glanced at Hop and saw that the wide, hazel eyes were filled with this sadness that broke his older brother.

Pokemon or not, it always hurt Leon to see those sad eyes.

“Oh Hop. Hey, it’s okay little guy I’m fine.” Leon soothed the little Pokemon while scooping him onto his palms; The Phantump is that small enough. He gently nuzzled his brother with a wider smile of love. “I’m just glad you’re back. That’s what mattered to me the most. Do you get me?”

Hop gazed back at him before reaching out to hug his brother the best he could with little stubby arms. Leon let out an ‘aw’ at the affectionate gesture and continued to hold him. He never let go of his little brother as they went.

[victor-and-phanthop]

Hey all, Mod Dusk here. These next few asks might take me some time to properly answer. The comics are going to be a bit longer than usual, so I'm doing my best to get it all done.

I didn't want to leave you all out to dry, so I decided to start posting random doodles, sketches, and other things of the sort. Hopefully you'll like them!

-Mod Dusk

[lycaran]

Phanthop au, am I right? But uh, yeah! Just some early morning doodles of the phanthop Au. Including my little spin off of it, where after getting lost looking for his brother, Leon follows the light of a Litwick, and it basically glues it's self to him, and he just continues to wander through the forest looking for his brother.

Bonus! Tiny Wooloo and phanthop doodle!

[galarfiend]

friendly neighbourhood poltergeist by rory webley,,,,, an animatic is swirling around in my brain

[roseltheteacup]

"i'm so sorry...."

[hatterenea]

I am all for angst AUs and the phantump hop au??? hurt my feelings and I'm here for it?? I definitely want to draw fanart

[harmonytre]

Woooooooooooooo I finished this animation!! It's for @nagasriel 's MAP and I drew my @indulgencepokecomic characters!

[indulgencepokecomic]

Day 7 - Drip

Ref 10/10: Phantump Hop

(Original AU by roseltheteacup, who gave permission for me to design and use him in my story. <3)

[smuggonifico-lmao]

Heyyy anyone know that Phanthump!Hop au which I just read half an hour ago and which also made ne fucking cry? No? Now you fucking do.

Suffer with me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21593872/chapters/51487468

[florallithe]

Ok so add on to my take on the phanthop au

(this version hevily relies on a headcannon i have that ghost type pokemon that still have memories from when they were alive, see themselves as if they were alive {with some hints to how they died/parts of their appearance related to the pokemon they became im working on visual examples i swear )

(Also i played sheild so MC gets zamazenta)

•MC and the rivals (bede, hop, marnie) are all 17 when this takes place

•hop remembers everything when he wakes up (exept for that he died)

•he wakes up in the wield and doesnt realise hes even dead until he finds Leon and MC mourning over his death

•Championship battle was postponed after the eternatus thing to give the league time to get things back together, so Leon is still the champion

•Majority of story is hop trying to tell everyone that hes fine

•everyone else sees this as him just being curious

•Allister and Opal are the only ones who can see hop (like as a person) and understand him (it made sense to me because, imaging being around ghost types for so long, that you can actally see and hear who they used to be)(also Opal because weird fairy magic)

•Opal is the one to tell leon and MC that the phantump is hop

•after hearing this and getting annother look at him and how he was behaving, they felt pretty bad that they didnt figure it out sooner

•Post game events still happen, and hop gets kidnapped by the sword and sheild weirdos

•so instead of hop, leon goes with you to help with dynamax

•leon also gets zacian instead of hop

Its not the most put together, but i hope you like it!

[experimentalbun]

Hey do you know about the phamhop au if you don’t it’s an au where hop gets lost and dies in the slumbering weald in the beginning of the game or in the post story yea it’s sad au can you imagine Leon in his doggo form who has lost control looking for his brother and finds him as a Phantump but recognized his lost brother wolf form and vise versa and now they wonder around Galar being together forever. They are called the lost brothers sorry to bother it’s sad to think about it adsdsfsf

The phanthop au is one of my favourites. I actually referenced it in one of the chapters. I can definitely see big wolf Leon protecting his little brother as a phanthop. Because Leon can understand other Pokémon in his wolf form he would probably try to get Hop to remember who he was when he was alive