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atomicnumber47 · 4 months
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i know you are gen 2 biased but would you consider drawing white for us?
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hiii anon, thank you for the ask, so sorry this took a while! while i haven't read bw (YET. i'm just a REALLY slow reader good lird) she seems cool! also have a bonus whi-two because she amuses me
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akirichu · 5 days
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Hi chat
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cappiecarp · 1 year
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posting old art from spefight so i have something on here bc knowing me its going to take like 2 weeks for me to finish anything bc school
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pokespebw · 1 year
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spetextposts · 1 year
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lawnchairsalad · 1 month
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The taste has changed
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marchsage · 1 year
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GUYS WAKE UP IT’S HIS SPECIAL DAY!!!! HBD LACKTWO!!!!
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pk-freezer-burnt · 5 months
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Ok so now that the manga is moving on to the next gen, i need to know all those random trivia facts for schilly and sou. Like their hometowns and heights vs other dexholders ... wait we dont even know their ages either do we
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neris-illust · 2 years
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Dexholder prints here:
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Tagging them all was a hoot
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too cringe for castelia too based for black city just perfect for falling off of the rondez-view in nimbasa
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rivalsilveryuri · 2 months
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how do we (pokespe yuri fans) feel about green/crys is there a general consensus about this
Heehee the name for this is lazurite ... ive seen likr. SOME posts out there, but not a lot... since yellow pairigns are more popular.. tbh i think they could actually have a very fun dynamic, but they interact likr. Under five times and its SO sad. Canonically, they seemingly have a good relationship by the time of... emerald-ish? since Crys seems to respect her a lot, and Blue's helped her with the pokedex, but theres not really a. Regular Conversation between them. (Which is kinda a bummer tbh i wish there was more on crys' dynamics with gen 1 dexholders aside from yellow, because i think theres a lot of potential but WHATEVER..)
Since Crys kind of has a very strict black n white view of the rules and authority and. What she perceives as . Wrongdoing, for a while, i think there'd probably be a bit of headbutting at first tbh. Especially since Blue would absolutely not give a shit. So i doubt Blue would take her seriously at first. But I do think their personalities clash in a way thats very fun? Beyond the whole, goodytwoshoes and a con artist thing.
I think they would get along after getting over the initial problems though. But I'm kind of ass at describing HOW.... Likr, Blue isn't the Most open person and imo i don't think she's been in a relationship before either, due to having a LOT of shit going on..... But Crys is pretty honest about her care for people close to her, and i think she'd be understanding of the act she sometimes puts on. While Blue would push her to stick up for herself more, and to take more time for herself. I DO think they could work, they'd just have a couple problems to work through........ also blue would find her loser fail nerd tendencies endearign i think.
I think it's cute! Some other people seem to think similiarly, since there's some art of it out there but it's like. Really rare
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thehandwixard · 5 months
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If you had to pick one pokemon special protag to be your favorite... who ya got
black from bw 100%. the moment i realized i was probably too old for the comics was when i started getting upset reading that arc abt how white treated him like.. let him hang out with his friends!!! i just find his writing really compelling and one of the peaks of like... pokespe's genuinely really interesting depiction of disability and neurodivergence, implied or not. he also easily has one of my favorite teams.
but no like black just really has a lot going for him as a protag, being one of the dexholders to do the gym challenges and have a blast doing it, his moodiness along with his enthusiasm, i just love that guy
runner-up is gold defos, i really do enjoy his whole. everything about that kid
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alizardjae · 2 years
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I want Silver to join the Performing Arts dexholders (Ruby, Dia & Pearl, White, possibly Whitley later on) and become a scriptwriter for children's cartoons, I just think it would make him happy
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savebatsfromscratch · 6 months
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18. Blinded under painful tears.
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50939629
Words: 1,256
Cws: Death, blood, torture, blood
Notes: Koya whump because I wanna check them all off. The squad gets cornered by some new strand of evil team. Hareta is immediately… dealt with, the rest get blindfolded and dragged off. Then, uh, torture I guess??? I dunno man, I’m not good at writing torture.
Prompt: No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.” Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”
Koya’s feet tapped against the ground lightly as his group sneaked through the halls of the dark building. A shiver of hardly suppressed fear shot down his spine, and his hands hovered meer inches over his Pokeballs as he strained to listen for enemies in those musty halls. This was a total jackpot. For an opening into the enemy base that he and his fellow officers had been looking for for the past month, it was rather fitting that he would run into it with his dexholder friends instead.
He glanced to his side, watching as Hareta breathed in the dusty air, obviously searching for something that none of the others could get their minds onto. Beside him, Mitsumi calmly held a small camera, which Koya knew was going to be used as evidence the second that they got out of here. On Koya's other side, Jun was holding an escape rope with strong hands. (Though, admittedly, he had a bit of a “white knuckles” problem at the moment.)
Koya grit his teeth as yet another shiver of fear slashed through his spirit. He was literally surrounded by amazing Pokemon trainers, why did he feel so apprehensive? As far as trips into an evil building went, this one was pretty safe. (Hell, he couldn't even think of a single officer who'd ever beat a trainer at Mitsumi's level, and both he and Hareta were nearly on her level, and Jun was hardly far behind.)
So, if he was so safe, why was every bone in his body screaming for him to run right back the way he’d come?
The halls were dark and empty, and every locked door that they passed held nothing but empty cells and quiet lab tables. There were no distant screams, no echoing crashes or bangs, the place was nothing like any other evil base Koya had ever infiltrated. Nothing in there should have screamed so hard to alert him of danger, so what was wrong?
Hareta seemed to find the answer first, stiffening in a very un-Hareta-like terror before opening his mouth to tell the group something-
But it was a something that Koya would never get to hear, as a sudden BANG blasted through the relative silence and sent the group into scrambling fright. Mitsumi yanked out a Pokeball, Jun lifted his communicator to his mouth, but Koya only froze where he stood, unable to even grab for his Pokemon to battle, let alone for a gun of his own, which hung right beside his pokeballs on his belt. No, how could he reach for a form of defense while he was still grasping for recognition of what he was seeing in front of him.
Hareta had been standing there mere moments before. Hareta, bright eyed, intelligent, caring, everything Koya was not.
But now-
Koya felt his heart catch painfully in his throat as a scream of stunned rage echoed through the corridors. Horrible, guttural, genuine. A true reaction to the red that now splattered wettly against the gray concrete.
And the worst part, if any of it could be considered a “worst part”, was that Koya didn't even have time to decide which one of them the horrific sound belonged to before a stinging pain in his neck brought darkness to his eyes.
He hit the floor with a thump, and though his mind swam with memories, he could do nothing to fight the drug as he lost consciousness.
When he woke again, his throat still ached, but now his ears rang as though he'd just gotten wacked upside the head by a fighting class trainer, which was not exactly welcome as he struggled to control his panic as he came to.
A thin strip of fabric covered his eyes, and he felt some sort of rope wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles. For a brief moment he wondered if it was more there to keep him from running, or if it was in an effort to keep him from fighting, but his thoughts were cut short by the sound of a door opening and shutting somewhere behind him.
He tried to swivel around to at least face whoever was in the room with him, but was instead met with a tugging of the ropes on his wrists and ankles, and only managed to incite a low chuckle from the evil that stood behind him.
“You should feel lucky, little officer,” the mystery person drawled, “At least you're not being used like an anatomy puzzle right now,”
Koya felt rage bubble inside him. Oh how he wanted to jump back with an insult of his own, still, he knew better than to further anger whoever had taken him captive. Anyone with the power to surprise and overtake, not one, but four high level trainers like that was no one he wanted to provoke.
Besides, he could do nothing so long as he was tied up, so what was trying even worth?
“What do you want out of me?” Koya managed, trying to remain as calm as he could as clicking footsteps began to circle around him. He strained to see past the blindfold, listening for echos and distant sounds, but the laugh he received in response did nothing to clue him into his location in the base.
“To be blunt, we need to know how much you saw of this place,“ the enemy sounded too giddy for that to be all that he wanted, ”we couldn't let you go if you knew our secrets, right?“
Koya shivered as he fought to keep his face neutral. His mind was going at about a million miles per hour as he tried to come up with a plan, but it was like he was in the middle of the Orre desert, he was coming up with absolutely nothing to help himself.
“So!” The man said, now very close to Koya, causing him to shrink back in surprise, “How much did you see?”
Koya didn't respond, how could he? If he admitted to seeing too much, he was sure he'd end up just like Hareta, but how could he know how much was too much if he'd only been awake for a couple of moments?
With a loud SMACK sound, Koya felt white hot pain exploding across his cheek, and he yelped in surprise as the blow sent him spinning in his bonds.
“I'll repeat myself,” the man whispered, deadly serious now, “How much did you see?”
Koya's chest heaved. What could he say? Certainly not the truth, he and his friends had been through at least twenty halls before their expedition had been cut short, and that had to be “too much,” didn't it?
Koya flinched as the man slapped him again, even harder this time, but he couldn’t draw up the words to defend himself. What had happened to all his training? Wasn't this exactly what he practiced for? Didn't he have the skills to talk his way out of something like this?
Slaps turned into punches, and soon Koya found blood dripping from his nose, but still he found that he could not speak. It was as if the words had been wrenched from him the second he'd heard the question. No matter how many times he was asked, no matter how much his hair was yanked, no matter how much blood splattered onto the floor, Koya could not find the words.
He knew he was totally fucked, so why couldn't he even find the strength to fight it?
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pokespebw · 1 year
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Black in that one panel gets me every time
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spetextposts · 1 year
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