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I saw this and i instantly thought of Tessy and Mel, I had to contribute to this trend 😅

This lowkey fits them so well asides from welp, the going to jail part…

Whatever they did, Mel would likely be the one to blame >:3c

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father and son

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Zeph: Aklove! Tell me! What reason could you have for doing any of this? If we share a common goal, perhaps we can work together!

Aklove:

Yippee! A commission from @cubedmango! I actually saw the "ahh...eto... bleh...!" the first time from someone's drawing of Vergil. 🤣

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*gently holds*

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first time drawing zeph. there’s little to no fanart of him, and that is an injustice.

he deserves a smoke, too. probably wouldn’t do it around his son

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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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Pokèmon Unbound AU where Aklove wins.

drawing isn’t enough, I need to yap. featuring mild Cirrus x Ace. part 1.

The region is destroyed. Aklove won, causing the death of millions. Such a disaster cannot be ignored, can it? Thanks to a certain time related Pokèmon, one person is sent back to the beginning, with the hopes that they’ll prevent the disaster from occurring again.

Cirrus:

Our beloved protagonist. He can’t catch a break, can he? He wakes up a week prior to the game’s events, his Pokèmon joining him in this new timeline.

A team of six fully evolved Pokèmon. A lovely Alolan Ninetales, a Garchomp named Dionysus, a fat Azumarill, the whole team is with him. Nobody can ignore him now.

He tries to convince himself that it was one giant nightmare. For six days, it was working, until his mother informed him of their new neighbors. two twin siblings and a rather old professor. Cirrus insists on being the one to greet them, bring them a present.

Melony answers the door. Introductions are formal and stiff, a basket of cookies shoved quickly into the girl’s hands. The sound of a familiar voice and a tuft of red hair have Cirrus turning and leaving with a hasty apology.

That night, he pays Zeph a visit. Follows the man home (freak), slips in through the window. He can’t be ignored if he’s standing in the man’s house.

To his credit, he tries to warn Zeph. The Ultimate Weapon is a lie, it will bring only nothing but suffering. A man named Aklove is not to be trusted. Cirrus is quickly forced out, his warning cast aside as a madman’s ramblings. Fair enough.

Oh, what is he doing? After being portaled into the Shadows’ base, he’s swift to break himself and Ace out and return to Frozen Heights. Cirrus wastes no time in flying to Bellin Town, snatching a package from their mart and back to Frozen Heights.

If the Shadows won’t listen, he has a better idea. He’s sorry, so damn sorry for what he’s doing. With a call to Articuno and a toss of a Master Ball, the first Legendary Bird is caught. He’ll keep them to himself, prevent anyone from using them.

If he prevents the main events from happening, he can prevent Aklove from ever unbinding Hoopa. At least, that’s what he’s telling himself.

Ace is particularly angry with him. His actions— they’re just so cowardly. Cirrus, time and time again, refuses to fight him head on. He knows he’s strong, he’s seen that Garchomp. What’s with everyone and trying to keep him out of the loop?

Even if they all hate him for this, Cirrus is saving them in the end. Of course, Ace is trying to stop him. The professor, Jax, and Arthur have likely registered his actions, and, worst case scenario, believe he’s with the Shadows.

Moltres. Zapdos. They’re next. And then…he doesn’t know. Perhaps he’ll confront Aklove directly. Steal away Hoopa, find a way to destroy the Ultimate Weapon. He can’t fail this time around.

Ace:

He doesn’t take it well. Melony, Cirrus, his parents, all dead. When he wakes up the day before the game’s events take place, he’s more confused than anything. Was that just some weird fever dream? It was all so real. His team of six Pokèmon on his belt only worsens the confusion. As Ace tosses his Toucannon a treat from the cupboard, Melony just seems surprised.

“Where did you get that Pokèmon? Mr. Log won’t be happy.”

“You don’t— no, it’s whatever. Just don’t tell the old man.”

“You owe me milk tea later.”

Curiosity brings him to the house of one of his new neighbors. His family just moved to this neighborhood, and if it really wasn’t some dream…he should be here. Ace doesn’t know what sort of time shenanigans he’s going through, and he wants to find out.

The silver-haired lady that answers the door is…nice enough. An awkward conversation ensues, before she turns to find the gift meant for the new neighbors. That’s when he spots him. The short boy at the bottom of the staircase, clutching onto a small, white Vulpix like it’s a lifeline.

Shit.

Cirrus’ name leaves his lips before he can stop himself. Understandably, he dashes up the stairs, Pokèmon in tow. Honestly! Why does nobody seem to remember anything? A basket of baked goods is pressed into his hands, and he’s immediately sent on his way. Weird.

It’s easy to find Marlon— the guy is just outside Frozen Heights, calling down to Articuno. So this is what Cirrus was talking about, all those months ago.

He easily defeats Marlon, who was wholly unprepared for a battle with someone as strong as Ace. As he finally recalls Tyranitar, he speaks.

“Dad.”

“…What? How do you—“

“Don’t play stupid with me…! What do you think you’re doing? Catching them isn’t going to work, it’ll kill us all.”

“You don’t understand, do you, Ace?”

“I know damn well what you’re all doing. Give me Articuno.”

“…”

The ball is dropped unceremoniously in his hands, the man’s cloak sweeping across the snow as he turns away. He can spot the man’s body twitch, conflicted between walking away and grabbing his son into a tight embrace. With great effort, Marlon descends the staircase, grunts following in tow.

“Don’t think this is over.”

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first time drawing aklove and it’s a shitpost

good man I am never drawing your hair again

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“smiling Cirrus isn’t real, he can’t hurt you!”

smiling cirrus:

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cirrus and his vulpix, or something (he is thoroughly enjoying this interaction)

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@starrysmiling : "If I had a nickel for each cold-faced / cold motif OC shipped with Ace I'd have three nickels."

The three nickels:

Left to right: Nevenn (me), Cirrus ( @siruswhack ) Khione ( @refrigeratedboombursts )