#Fallen Hero Rebrith

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Pokémon AU Tag Game

I was inspired by this post from @phantomrush.

How to Play:

1. Make a Pokémon trainer AU for a character of your choice

2. Make a Pokémon team of six or less for said character

3. Add a blurb about your choices

4. Tag your friends and followers

5. Have fun

I am tagging @crowshuh, @ladyshivs, @meadow-reaper26, @westealtoys, @sunsetno4, @sidesteppostinghours, @darkfire1177, @camillathe6th, @m3k-fhr, and @windy-dream!

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This is my Sidestep, Vivian Adan, from the Fallen Hero interactive fiction series if she was a pokémon trainer!

Vivian doesn't nick-name her pokémon and has a mentor/mentee relationship with them, training her team to participate in Pokéathlon competitions and contests rather than battles. She doesn't let her professional demeanor get in the way of fun and friendship though. She loves to use her team's winnings to spoil them with globe trotting vacations and spa trips.

Ditto - It can reconstitute its entire cellular structure to change into what it sees, but it returns to normal when it relaxes. - Vivian's first pokémon, Ditto is a retired Pokéathlon champion who acts as assistant coach. Ditto has a serious nature and has a hard time relaxing during the off season.

Glameow - Bewitches humans with its helical tail and piercing gaze. Its hidden claws are quite sharp as well, making this Pokémon an exceedingly tricky opponent if antagonized. - Glameow is a powerful contender in Pokéathlon and contests. She's hasty in nature and acts like the star she is.

Gothorita - They use hypnosis to control people and Pokémon. Tales of Gothorita leading people astray are told in every corner. - Vivian's only pokémon that exclusively participates in contests. She is calm and intelligent but hates to be left alone or ignored.

Morgrem - Morgrem prefers dirty tactics, like ambushing, because it doesn’t have confidence in its brawn. - Sassy and competitive, Morgrem is Vivian's problem child. He likes to slack off in training but then is a poor sport when he loses.

Mime Jr. - It mimics the expressions and motions of those it sees to understand the feelings of others. - Mime Jr. is bashful in nature, preferring to cheer others on rather than be in the spotlight. His people pleasing personality helps keep the peace between his teammates.

Banette - A cursed energy permeated the stuffing of a discarded and forgotten plush doll, giving it new life as Banette. The pokémon’s energy would escape if it were to ever open its mouth. - Banette doesn't do contests, much preferring battles or the Pokéathlon. She is lonely due to her intimidating aura scaring off potential friends.

[pffpth]

All i know how to do is shitpost

My two sidesteps, Morgan and Risk, different sides of the same nihilism coin.

[wesker20]

The price

Ao3 upload

The man drank, hands shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. It has been a week since he left the envelope, an envelope with the picture of his enemy. Someone who took everything from him. Someone who deserved to die.

But the cops couldn’t do anything. There was no proof, no evidence. There was nothing except for a very legal document that allowed the bastard to take it all. And what he should have expected? This was Los Diablos, the free economic zone or whatever hell the government named it. As long as there was a piece of paper that said ‘you can’ you are free to do as you want.

He was helpless. No one could help hum. Until he heard a rumor. A rumor about it. A thing that would hunt down whoever you wanted if you left a picture. However, you should be ready to pay a terrible price. The man laughed at the thought. I had nothing to lose he thought. So he printed a picture of the bastard, put it in an envelope and left it where the rumors said you should. Either it worked and he died or it was all just a joke and his misery would continue. Either way it did not matter.

Now here he waited, shaking and staring at the news with the hope that they would announce his death. Every night in the last week he sit waiting into the long hours after twelve. But nothing came. Nothing came…

He got up to turn it off when he heard the name of his hated enemy on the news. He sat back into the couch as the news reported his death.

“Yes!” He sprang up. Yes! I did it! It worked! He’s dead! The news continued in the background as the man danced around his apartment. Even if he had lost everything, the bastard would enjoy none of his wins. He drank the last of his drink as he looked back at the tv.

“According to the police,” the anchor began. “The place was a ruin, with blood everywhere. The entire family was massacred.” At that the man froze. Family? No, no, no, no, no. That was not supposed to happen. He was the only one who was supposed to die. The air froze, the anchor’s voice faded as the man fell on his knees. This was not supposed to happen, they were not supposed to die. Only him? Only the bastard who ruined him. A creek echoed in the room and he froze again. He turned and saw a figure standing in the shadows, it’s shape unlike nothing he has ever seen. Another creek echoed and he froze again. The figure moved forward. One step at a time. And as the moonlight shined over the figure the man’s eyes widened, sweat slipped down his face, and his hands shook without stop.

A monster. A monster with stretched out skin over mechanical appendages, a head that resembled a horrifying mix between a person and an insect. It stood far above anything the man has seen, so tall in fact that the creature had to bend down to fit. It stared at the frozen man, tilting its head from one side to the other as if studying him. Then a hand appeared from under it, a human hand, carrying something. The man looked down to see the head of his enemy, his face frozen in an expression of sheer terror. He looked back up at the creature who stared at him. “Pr… Pr…. Pri…”

“Price?” the man whispered. The creature nodded. It stepped back. The man got on his knees. “I have no money. But I can give you information. Anything!” The creature raised one of its appendages. “Please I’ll do anything!” he begged. The appendage came down.

The man’s screams filled the moonlit night for hours, never stopping, never waiving in an endless surge of pain.

[pickled0ctopus]

boy do I appreciate this man enough

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this meme was making the rounds on twitter, and i couldn't help it, the energy was too cursed and 2000score to ignore

anyways, this is how i feel every time herald started getting woobly eyes at my sidestep morgan