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Alpha encounter

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i dont think he's used to it

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I hope everyone gets to see this

#entranced by Greta’s beauty

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he is playing with his pokemon

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Really nice guy who hates only you Alex x Brian?

Anon, anon... Listen, um. Well, this originally had more of a comedic vibe with timetravel splashed in, but then "the red means I love you" snuck up on me and suddenly this happend. I, um. Well.

Enjoy timetravel doomed brilex??

This contains canon-typical violence :)

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Alex woke up slowly, woozy and trembling.

His whole body felt off-putting, numb and cold and not entirely his own. It was dark and humid, damp in the way cement only knew how to be, the slight scent of mold typical of abandoned buildings that Alex had come to learn intimately as he searched locations for his film.

Where… where was he?

Last he remembered he had gone to sleep. And, it had been a good dream. There hadn’t been any weird creature in the distance, he hadn’t felt angry, everyone was working together and, and it was just him and his friends having a good time. Brian had been there too, joking, close to him in a way he hasn’t been since he had fallen sick a few weeks ago.

Alex tried to move, but his body felt too slow, muscles barely twitching even as Alex forced himself as much as he could.

It was cold. Too cold.

Was it still night? Where was he? 

He had his pajamas on, though no socks. He didn’t have his glasses on either. When Alex tried again to move, he found something digging painfully into his wrists. Plastic and hard, almost threatening to cut into his skin with each slight movement.

Where the fuck was he?

Steps. The crushing of glass beneath shoes. The swish of clothes moving.

“Hello?” Alex called, voice thin and fearful, “Who’s there?”

Silence.

“Hello?” He repeated, “I… I need help.”

Silence again.

The darkness was absolute. Was even someone there, or was Alex imagining it? 

Alex trembled.

Steps again, closer and closer until Alex could swear he could feel the warm emanating from another living being. Fear sprang to life inside him as a sudden light turned on, the flash blinding him momentarily, leaving him reeling with a pained yelp.

With watering eyes, Alex slowly adjusted to the harsh white light shining on his face. A figure stood in front of him, obscured in the shadows produced by the strong light. It was a flashlight, Alex noticed distantly somewhere in his panic, a big and clunky one, the kind that hikers like to get.

All Alex could see were the dirty black gloves of the figure, covered in dust and some liquid that looked almost black in the light that reflected on the flashlight.

“Who… Who are you?” Alex rasps, voice gaining confidence the longer he goes on, “Did… Did you take me? Where am I? What is this place? What did you do to me—”

Alex’s is abruptly cut off as something whacks him across the face. He groans, wishing he had his hands free to rub at his face. Something wet dripped from his nose, probably blood since Alex doubted it hadn’t been broken, a deep ache coming from his cheek where he had been struck first.

The flashlight looked scuffed on the edges, now.

He has a million questions to ask, a thousand words to say, but he keeps quiet, now weary, like a dog who suddenly learned its owner is also capable of kicking it and not only petting it.

Why is he here? Why him, why out of anyone, him?

The figure doesn’t move. Alex doubts they are even breathing, so still and silent as they are now. Alex watches in silence as they take something from their pocket, probably, the sound of an object dragging across, the shift of clothes. 

A glint of silver. A metal barrel.

A gun, in front of his face.

Alex stays still, frozen, watching the weapon with wide eyes.

“Are….You…” Alex whispers as the gun gets closer to his face, the hand holding it as steady as a mountain.

His dad taught him how to fire a gun, before coming to college. They had spent an entire day practicing with cans and glass bottles near his grandpa’s, in an empty lot close to the forest. His dad had proclaimed that in a state like Alabama, it was best he knew how to defend himself, and had even given him a gun, which Alex kept locked up and hidden deep beneath mountains of trash in the small shed of the house. 

Alex had never gotten over the shakiness of holding onto a real gun.

He wondered how this figure managed to do so.

He can see the edges of the sleeve now, a faded orange, dirty and scuffed. 

The silence stretches between them, like an eternal graveyard.

“This is for the best,” The figure tells him. The voice is familiar, extremely so, but Alex first processes the movement of the gun.

In a fit of desperation, Alex throws his head forward, the metal of the gun colliding painfully with his temples. There’s the sound of metal falling onto the floor, but any relief is short-lived, as the flashlight is brought down on his face again. He struggles, as the flashlight falls to the ground and rolls a few feet away.

He can see the figure more clearly, a dirty faded hoodie, some dirty jeans, scuffed shoes. They lean down, grabbing their gun, and all the fighting abruptly leaves Alex’s body as the figure stands up and the light is finally shining on their face.

Hazel eyes, deep bags, pale face, brown hair. It’s a familiar face. It’s a face that Alex has seen for almost 5 years, it’s a face Alex trusts, it’s the face of his friend.

It 's Brian.

(It’s Brian, Brian his best friend, Brian who he knows from highschool, Brian who he spent countless nights studying with for midterms, Brian who was with him when he adopted Rocky, Brian who joined his film when nobody else would, Brian who found other actors for him.

Brian who everyone loves. Brian who’s the social butterfly of their college. Brian, who Alex trusts with his life. Brian, who has a million friends and yet always makes time for him. Brian, who makes Alex feel like he is seeing the world again. Brian, who Alex can't never stop admiring. Brian, who he loves.

Brian, who is pointing a gun at him. 

Brian, who is probably the one who dragged him here. 

Brian, who he thought was his friend.)

“...Brian?” Alex yet still dares to say, as if hoping saying the name of the other would stop this nightmare, would make the scowling person in front of him transform back into his friend.

Brian stares at him and looks briefly at the flashlight, before simply moving until they’re staring at each other. Alex stares into the sunken gaze of his friend, and wonders what happened. 

“Brian…?” He repeats.

All he gets is a kick to the side, leaving him dropped on his side, curled up like a dying larvae, wheezing.

Brian steps closer. He is standing right above him, gun steady as it points directly at Alex’s head. His eyes are hard and dark.

“Brian,” Alex breathes out, breathing noisily in and out to try and ignore the pain radiating from their side, “Brian, I don’t understand…”

“You know,” Brian says absently, voice light, “It’s a good thing I got dropped back now rather than later.”

Brian smiles. It is not a nice smile.

“After all, who would believe that sweet, naive Brian would ever do anything to hurt his friend? Everyone knows he would die for them,” He gives a bitter laugh, and Alex swears that in the dim lightning his eyes shine almost red, “No, people will just assume whatever else. And after I take care of a few more things, that thing will never hurt another, and neither will you.”

“...You see it too?” Alex said, confused and hurt and unsure, “That, that guy, the one in the—”

“Shut up,” Brian spits, after he kicks him again, “I don’t need it coming to look into what’s happening now.”

Brian gives a brief look around, and Alex shudders, staring at the tall figure in the back, but Brian doesn’t see it, or if he sees it, he doesn’t react.

“I don’t understand…” Alex repeats, voice thin and unsure, “Brian you, you know how to stop this? how to, how do I stop seeing it—?”

Another kick.

“I said, Shut. Up.” Brian snarls, voice dripping hatred in a way Alex had never thought possible, “You don’t deserve help, Kralie. You, you fucked everything up before… If it weren’t for you…”

Brian shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter,” He says, “With you gone, the group will not stay together. Tim will clearly not keep contact except with me, maybe, and will not spread it anymore. I’ll have to make sure Jay keeps his distance, permanently if necessary, but, right now, the only thing I need to do is get rid of you.”

The gun clicks, safety finally off.

Alex whimpers, static building up in the back of his head as he stares up at the barrel of the gun.

“Goodbye, Kralie.”

The static builds up into a screech, a high pitched screaming that builds up and up and up, and Alex Kralie knows no more.

#OOOOOH FUCKKKK

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“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you.”

The quote and watership down art always go so hard lol. Also, giving gradient mapping a try! A couple alts I didn’t like as much below the cut

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"proshipper" just means people who are like do whatever the fuck you want in fiction because it doesnt reflect your personal values, right? like. the "anti proshipper" movement came from the same puritanical pearl clutching that has tried to reduce every story to conflict-less therapy sessions between perfect victims? im so fascinated every time i see it bc im like you would have died. you would have thrown up and died if you grew up 10 years earlier. if you saw the fandom landscape Not That Long Ago.

and its frustrating i guess, to an extent. like no, im not personally sniffing out incest or minors and adults or abusive relationship dynamics in media, but that doesnt mean those CANT exist in fictional settings. that doesnt mean its not somebodys outlet, or that there isnt an audience for it, or a moral to be learned, or a warning to be given. and that doesnt mean that the people who DO consume that media would WANT that to happen in real life. someone writing a story with murder isnt a murderer. storytelling is a tool to explore the world, experiences, trauma, and yeah sometimes its going to be really dark material. but its fictional. its not actually hurting anyone. and if you have any critical thinking skills, then its not going to "normalize" it to you either.

again. you watch true crime. but youre not going to turn around and murder someone, are you? you play "violent" video games, but youre not actually going to go out and DO that? because you have common sense? it doesnt make the video game or the story any less interesting because you dont want to replicate it.

some of the most impactful and nuanced stories ive ever read in my life would be book burned in a heartbeat by some of yall and thats so exhausting and BEYOND hypocritical. grow up. if you dont want to see a specific material then you just Dont Read It. its that simple.

you dont have the right to dictate what other people create or consume.

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Various dungeon meshi sketches bc i love this series

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this man is tired 😓😓

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The Sorrowful Truth

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Stobotnik art suggestion: your reverse / swap Stobotnik AU! :D I really like your design for agent Robotnik and doc Stone

hope you dont mind I changed Stone a bit. Haven't thought about this au in a hot minute.

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More Stobotnik Reverse AU (original ask)

#OHHHHH I LOVE THIS

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it’s all about ascension, i guess.

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being cared about

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here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”

if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo

ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (; 

ft John:

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1 The gacha rates depend on what kind of unit you’re going for. 2% odds are the highest you can get and 1% is the lowest for a single unit, however if it’s more than four characters in the banner then every character has around 0.5% chance. The pity system is so that if you use 36,600 gems on ONE banner you can pity them.

2 It’s very easy to get gems, you get between 18,000 and 30,000 gems every month. For new players you can get a lot of gems just by playing the permanent story already in the game. If you join when two or three of your favorites are available you can almost definitely get them without paying any money.

3 There is an auto play feature which you can use on any battle, however it only inputs one move at a time when a human could do three instead. In most easier levels this doesn’t matter though and you’ll win regardless. The only times you may not WANT to use it is harder levels like Champion Stadium, Extreme Battles, or Ultimate Battles.

4 Very easy. I personally manually level them by training everyday, but you get level up materials extremely easily. There is a training area where you can unlock the features to level a pair higher than level 100, however!

5 The battling is not the highlight of the game, the story is. The battles can be a bit repetitive because of that, but the battles they do want you to pay attention to have ways you’re intended to beat them. (For instance, a poison pair is being debuted with an event; they want you to poison your enemies.)

6 You can unlock the alternate colors by beating the Champion Stadium once a week!

7 There is no Player Vs Player in pokemas.

Hope this helps!

people who play pokemon masters, whats it like?

i played a bit when it first came out but eventually dropped it cos i was playing other gacha games. but now that my main one since ~2017 is going away i was considering maybe getting back into it but i have a few questions abt it

what are the gacha rates like? is there a pity system and if so, is it decent?

how easy is it to get gacha currency? how long does it take a regular/daily player to get enough for a 10-pull (or whatever the equivalent is in pokemas)

(imo the most important one for me) is there an auto-play feature? if so how good is it and are there certain conditions/events that you cant use it?

how easy is it to level characters?

how repetitive is the gameplay? are the events different enough that its fun and not like an endless battle simulator?

idk what it is exactly, but can you get the alternate colour outfits without spending irl money to get them?

is there a pvp mode where there is massive power creep and a lot of gacha currency locked behind pvp rewards? (i really dont want to get into another revstar relive situation >-<)

i really want to get back into it, but from what i remember from launch and my current schedule i dont have a lot of free time to sit down and sink into it. so if i can just.. idk passively battle while doing other stuff (but still keep an eye on it) it would be a great motivator for me to pick up where i left off

#I wasn’t too sure what you meant by PvP tbh…

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Thanks for the tag in the last line challenge @browniefox !!

Damos woke up out of breath and terrified with Arceus’ Jewel of Life pressing incessantly into the skin above his heart.

The green light seemed piercing in the darkness, especially with how it held back the vivid pictures from his nightmare. He took long, slow breaths in a futile attempt to calm down. He refused to close his eyes. Damos kept his mind focused on the swirling colors of his friend’s jewel… of its heart, as it had called it.

From a 5+1 fic I’m working on to post for Arceus and the Jewel of Life’s 15th Anniversary. Damos waking up from a nightmare!

#tag game #arceus and the jewel of life #my favorite movie of all time I’m quite happy to be able to write a fic about it