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Episode Pikachu

Kalos Crisis AU

Deep in the labs of Lumios Tower, rooms of which Clemont and his family and countless friendly and eager scientists had once used, Pikachu remained in his cage. Away from his most precious person and totally alone in spirit. The collar clamped so tightly to his neck that he found breathing a chore even though he had nothing to do then sit and wait. He longed to be in the arms of his person, as days seemed to pass the longing morphed into disparate mourning, a retched pain consumed his heart as he felt darkness take his soul.

It was different. These people, their mission and influence. The scientists talk amongst themselves in front of his cage. Too ignorant to think he could understand their mingling. They spoke with conviction about their plans to end the world but worse they spoke with reverence at Ash's ability to see the plan through. His sweet brash loving human was somewhere in the tower going through horrors alone.

Lysander came before his cage sometimes, but only after the rest of his scientists have left for the day. He'd look down at him with steely eyes and a curt brow. Pikachu despite his rage remained still in his corner, not giving him the satisfaction of riling him up. Even when he smelled the blood of his boy radiating from the man or when Lysander causally commented on the Ash's diminishing state. He kept himself as oneself the best he could. Not for his own sake but for his boys. So as to be able to run into his arms once again as the Pokémon he once knew.

But his resolve could only stretch so far...

Three times the boy traitor stood before him. And each time rage would bristle Pikachu's body fiercely. The electricity in his blood, trapped by the collar, vibrated and screamed to the point he felt he might explode. He dared to step before the cage, trying to look meek and sorry and frightened. He dared to speak to him with twisted words of reassurance that when all was said and done Pikachu would be reunited with his human in the new world. Tried to assure him that because he was so loved by Ash that he'd surely have a spot amongst the saved. Disgustingly, he repeated many of the mantras said by the scientists about Ash's abilities, potential and destiny like a robot.

His underlying fear was palpable through every word, but he never strayed from the message, even though he had little confidence in the words. Pikachu hated him even more for it, hated him for the doute he had and for his cowardness not to do anything about it. Hated him for every friendly encounter, exciting battle and painted lie.

For turning his back...

He'd battled demons and evil and even death but for all Pikachu had seen and felt, he'd never hate anyone more then he hated Alain.

Forever. Promised.

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Yay Pikachu interlude. Boy is PISSED. They are holding Pikachu for a very specific reason to do with Ash. They are keeping him weak and powerless on purpose. Some of the Scientist though it would be beneficial to use Pikachu's raw power to further their goals, even went as far as suggesting they evolve him to Richu but Lysander refused. Pikachu stayed in his cage for weeks while Ash was going through his training. In a way losing himself like Ash was losing himself.

He's so mad at Alain that I had a hard time actually conveying the shier hatred he feels.

Ask me any question regarding Au.

Previous Posts:

Ash's Capture After Capture Ash's Training: 1 2 3 4

Serena's POV

Original Post World Building

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From day 1 to the end of weeks 4. Ash started out so headstrong but ended up Lysander's mindless puppet.

By the last few days before the end, or so Lysander wished, Ash, now pliable and ready and so very prefect to Lysander, his messiah and greatest weapon, trailed only a step behind him at all times. The man didn't even bother looking back to make sure the boy was following, there was no need to question it. Ash fought when told, eat when told, and bowed when told. But he never spoke. Not even when prompted by Lysander directly. It was the only concession Lysander made to the boy, Ash could keep his silence, everything else belonged to him

In preparation for end he had some of his most devout followers take Ash and scrub him spotless. Every speck of dried blood and grime washed away. Healing ointment that was so rarely given in the weeks prior was generously dosed on almost every inch of skin. Ash's pale face still decolored by pure exhaustion and pain was cover in concealing powder. They dressed him in white robes as to show purity. Followers hoping to gain favor and be brought to the next life gifted him with gold. Gold earring, gold gantlets, gold rings, on and on. From his thick gold chocker many wide strands of Herringbone chain hung down and around his arms. A crown was gently placed on his head.

Finally, Lysander adorned him with three more gifts.

A feather from the great beast Yxeltal. To Signify the end of the cursed world.

A feather from Ho-Oh to signify and reresection of a new world from the ashes.

And a simple dragon scale to show the new world who its true king was.

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I know this post seems a bit repetitive, but I had these sketches hanging about and I wanted to finish them. The only new info is Ash's final day look at the end. Not set on design but I like this one well enough.

Other stuff. -

Ash's POV ---After capture-----------Ash Training 1 2 3

Original Post

Notice the gold chain wrapped around him keeps his arms to his side, symbolizing his inability to escape or fight back.

Leave a comment with any question about AU.

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Kalos Crisis Au

Some world building.

First, I have blotted out a map of the territory. Red is Team Flare and Green is Resistance. Yellow is no man's land or fighting zones, the battle line for control. Typically, buildings in yellow are evacuated or housed only by Team flare civilian followers (Closer to red zone).

Barrier encompasses entire city and some surrounding lands such as the stadium, valley (only about a mile and a half at farthest point), and parts of power plant.

When the Crisis first began team flare quickly took full control of the tower and the upper half of the city. This was strategic as the roads and underground powerline that connect the city to the power plants are there. The Barrier doesn't encompass the power plant but Team Flare on the other size seized control. The city is cut off by barrier, but power and water still flow through.

The Resistance holds the southern strip of the city. The territory is much smaller because everyone was caught off guard while Team Flare had a plan. Though its above ground territory is smaller, the resistance and civilian population quickly took refuge underground in the subway systems and ancient tunnels that run under every part of the city. Many of the old tunnels are no longer documented and thus make excellent sneaking tunnels for battle.

Serena, Clemont and other trainers all work together. Like many trainers Clemont starts as a fighter but he's knowledge of technology and the towers inner working are too valuable to instead he works hard to make sure the resistances infostructure and energy is sound. He also helps devise attack plans and strategies.

Serena wanting to help but knowns she's no battler, takes up a nursing roll for both people and Pokémon who get hurt in the fight.

Bonnie, too young to do as much goes between helping Clemont and Serena.

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Just a little something-something to help explain setting more.

Original Post ******** HERE ********

*Backgrounds are stock photos of google that I edited to look more cartoony.

**I don't know why it's blurry. Help!

***I have no idea who those characters are. I just made them up.

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Kalos Crisis AU Continued. Serena's day 1 of crisis.

When the sky turned an ugly burnt orange and vines ripped through the ground, escaping the stadium became mayhem. Audience members tripped over each other and themselves to shuffle through the exists. Screaming and crying and confusion took up ever last inch of space. Some let their Pokémon out to try and mitigate the disaster, but that only served to add unneeded mass to the hysteric crowd. Serena held Bonnie's hand with brutal force as she made sure to position the youngest between herself and Clement at all times. Clemont equally held his sister's other hand. Disparate not to lose her. At times it became hard to breath as the weight of those around her crushed her into Bonnie and Clamont. Then the weight of the crowed shifted and started to put pressure on the arm holding Bonnie's. She tried and tried to keep her hold. She's sure her nails broke the poor girl's skin but eventually Bonnie's hand was retched from hers. Serena tried to push her way back but there was nothing she could do. She was forced in a different direction then the other two.

Eventually the crowding slightly dispersed as she made her way through one of the emergencies exists and into the main conference courtyard. She stopped in the middle of the plaza and looked around for Clemont and Bonnie but couldn't see them.

From above a Pokémon used hyper voice to gather people's attention and a human with a speaker started addressing the crowd. It was a Team Flare agent. He spoke of impurities and injustices and destiny. Kept insisting the world belonged to the few worthy and righteous. Promised a new day if only the world could be wiped clean. Serena reached for Delfox's pokeball to fight the man and his Loudred as she assumed other trainers around her would but instead many people started shouting in agreement. Shocked she listened as some shouted angerly about their discontent for the world, some nodded along in agreement and some where even smiling. Like the thought of the end of the world brought them peace. And these people where not of Team Flare, some were trainers, some were civilians, hell some even competed in the league. Whoever they were, they were some sort of sympathizers and Serena didn't know how to handle that information.

She pulled her hand away from Delfox's pokeball, hoping it wouldn't come out on its own. This, whatever this was, wasn't a problem that could be fixed through a simple Pokemon battle. Instead, Serena turned and started making her way out of the group of listeners that accumulated. Her priority was to find her friends find Ash. The city continued to crumble before her as more and more vines shot through buildings and streets as far as the eye could see. Wails of people and Pokémon blurred together.

Something had started. And they were all in the middle of it.

Ash's POV ---After capture-----------Ash Training 1 2 3

Original Post

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Kalos Crisis AU continued.

Just another look into some of the training Ash was subjected to while under Lysander's control. All in the effort to both force Ash into using his Aura abilities and break his will. As days dragged into weeks, he slowly loses his composer. Desperate for the hurting to stop, he taps into his suppressed abilities little by little.

Lysander, always a leering precents from the observation window. As if overseeing his most prized possession being brutalized was nothing to fret over.

At some point between getting captured and willingly walking out onto the roof of Lumios tower months later, Ash was being slammed into the concrete floor of Lysander's training room. The claws of the man's Pyroar dug deep into his already bruised face. With his arms still bound in gantlets, he'd been slashed, slammed, beaten, and maimed day in and day out. He started brave and determined with spitfire words and declarations of perseverance, but exhausting grew steadily as words shifted from resolute promises to hopeful montras to meek convictions. Fear overcame determination little by little. More prone to flinch, more prone to backing away, fear kept him quiet and watchful, weary of repercussions.

Anger on the other hand found him suddenly, like an unexpected snap of a stick under strain. Between one blink and another the lion Pokémon was smashed into the concrete wall across the room. It unceremoniously dropped to the floor, out cold. From the other side, with a tear-soaked face and glowing angry eyes Ash lets out a choking sob into the hard floor.

Lysander smiled from above.

From then on, he fought back, viciously. A dam had been broken and he spilled out. Aura consumed his vision and whited out his thoughts as he slashed, slammed, beat, and maimed all the Pokémon Team Flare put before him.

As if he was nothing more than a cornered feral creature.

As if he was never a person to begin with.

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Feel free to ask me questions regarding the AU.

[tashamacie]

Are you going to continue with the kalos au? I love your au so much

Yes I will!! I' m very excited to continue it. I've been very busy with school. But I have some free time this month so expect some updates!

[tashamacie]

What pushes you and me.

Jack followed Airazor through the secluded tunnel. The cave was rich in raw energon. The farther they when in the more Energon deposits peeking out of the rocks, to the point that the bright blue veins lit up the path when the sun for the entrance to the cave faded. Jack walked headed with Airazor's light steps not far behind. The single path eventually opened into a giant cavern, blue veins touching every corner.

In the center laid a pink Cybertronian with a similar build to Arcee. She looked to be asleep....or maybe dead.

But that didn't seem quite right to Jack.

"Who is she?" He asked Airazor as he made his way down into the caver.

"Her name is Elita 1, Autobot, and friend." She answered then continued, "She landed on Earth thousands of years ago and befriended us. She was a close ally to the one you call Optimus Prime. She worried he believes her dead."

"What happened to her?"

"She had sustained injury before being marooned on your planet causing her to repeatedly fall in and out of stasis. Each time remaining under for longer and longer until just a few hundred years ago she refused to awaken, no matter how much energon or care we provided."

Jack kneeled close to her head and looked at her intricate head ornament. "She's looks almost regal." he mused.

"Of course," Airazor confirmed, "What more would one expect from the Sparkmate of a Prime."

"Sprakmate! Like a wife?"

"Yes" She softly replied as if the information itself could only be spoken with gentle words and respect. "But also, not quite that either."

"I had no idea." He trailed off because really, not knowing this information wasn't groundbreaking. He knew there was a lot Miko, Raff, and himself didn't know about the Autobot's past. Millions of years of information actually.

Airazor came closer to the other side of Elita 1's head. "You say you were unaware of her, yet you find yourself here today, with us and with her, the femme you claim to have not known of. You came through a bridge alone; you walk and talk as if on a mission you know nothing about, as if your muscles know what you mind doesn't." She accused.

"I think an important question needs to be addressed, don't you?"

He shuffled on his knees not knowing what to say or expect.

"What is your name?" She simply asked. Jack felt a pulse of relief,

"Jack, ma'am. Jack Darby."

"And what are you doing here Jack Darby?"

"I'm here t....to help, I think."

"And why is it your job to help this femme you know nothing of?" She kept her voice smooth.

Jack reaches over and starts gently touching Elita 1's central head ornament.

"I wish I could tell you more, I wish I knew more too, but all I know is that she's not where she belongs. Maybe that's why I'm...." He trailed of. Something in him built up the more he focused on her sleeping face. And like before, with the writing, and the drawing and the whispering, Jack pulled the strings on his own bones and leaned forward to rest his forehead to hers.

"Live" he, himself, and others spoke. commanded.

And so she did.

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Part 2 Part 1

Elita 1's design is heavily influenced by the Mockup model someone made of her for TFP.

I dare you to find two posts where I keep the same format, I dare you.

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Sibiria Encounter. Is that a gorilla?

And he looked at me, and I looked at him, and he looked at me, AND I lOOKED....oh is that a cave over there?

Jack: Running for his life. Optimus Primal: Not chasing him.

Airazor: This silly little human...

The ground bridge spits him out in Sibiria. The snow is fresh and the air is cold. He's where he needs to be. Something in him settled knowing that fact. Though what he needs to be doing is unclear. But it will be done. Theres no path he could possibly take otherwise.

A jacket would have been nice though.

Is that a gorilla?

TFP AU Jack's not so fun adventure.

Part 1 Part 1.5. Part 3

More explanation

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TFP AU Jack's not so great adventure.

Numbers, Places, things, and ideas sometimes filled so much of his thoughts that Jack felt like there was no room for himself in his own head. Like he was only telling his body what to do by pulling strings off stage. Or talking by pressing buttons on a sound board. He tried to make room for himself by writing and drawing and whispering out all the things scrambled inside him, and for a while it worked

 but only for a while. 

By the time he was entering the coordinates into the ground bridge's computer, the same numbers that had been bunt into every corner of himself, Jack was so far pushed and simultaneously pulled in every direction that he couldn't comprehend a possibility where he wasn't walking alone through the portal. 

There wasn't room in him to ask or even care where he was going and why. Not a single thought was given to bringing or even telling someone where he was going. 

The familiar light of the ground bridge faded to reveal a dense forest. As it closed behind him Jack felt like he could breathe for the first time in a long time. Like his strings had been cut he stumbled only barely using his leg muscles in time to catch himself. He stumbled to a nearby tree and leaned forward into it, forehead digging into the bark. The clutter in his mind calmed to a point where Jack could overtake himself again. Which wasn't quite right either because it was all him. The puppet, the strings, and the puppeteer. So maybe it was more like snapping out of a daydream or a train of thought. Something…  or maybe there weren't words yet created for it. He definitely couldn't piece an explanation together. 

Eventually Jack pushed himself off the tree. Mind more clear then it had been in weeks yet the ever present pressure in the back of his head still pushed him to… something

always something. 

Is that a gorilla?

[sleepcircle]

I wish anyone in the world liked season 3 of Digimon as much as I do.

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Same 🥲

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Jack having a horrible no good time and suffering from a crisis everytime he discovers another thing that makes him a little less human? Does he get like, "powers" of sorts? Like maybe sensing EM Fields or energon? Is he more durable than a regular human?

I have a really old au similar to something from ur most recent post, and now I kinda wanna hear more ab yours.

No pressure or anything I'm just curious.

-💚🦈

An excerpt for you to read:

But maybe dying and returning by the hands of another planet’s god was never the issue. When Jack woke back into his skin, he could feel the feather touch telling him that he had come back changed. What changed or how changed, he couldn’t say but undeniably different, forevermore. This, Jack conceded, did scare him. The tiny whispers in his sleep of things and places he’s never been kept him restless. Even awake, something tried to make its way out of him, symbols, messages, memories, tasks, the past, maybe even the future. He couldn’t dream clear enough, he couldn’t think fast enough, and he couldn’t write long enough to get the information out. Weeks turned by and as his quiet dreaming and thinking and writing became clearer, Jack knew it wasn’t an issue to be decoded, it was a task that needed to be completed.

There was so much that needed to be done. Jack had so much to do...

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I'm going techno-organic with this one. But slow and steady. I really like Sari's abilities from Animated. Also, the Primals are going to be a big part of the story because I really like Airazor. Basically, Jack leaves though the ground bridge without telling anyone. He ends up deep in the Siberian wilderness for reasons I'm still working on. While there he meets the Primas and ends up letting Airazor tag along and help him get where he needs to go. He travels the world on her back. It's winter. He's following is visions and intuition. Here's an unfinished sketch.

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Jack knew he died that day, but that fact settled in him like an old memory etched into his bones. He knew it like he knew his mothers name or the days of the week. Effortlessly without worry or question. Not to be dwelled on or hated.

The very absence of panic should have led to panic, Jack guessed, but even that never came. Jack is the boy who died and came back. He couldn’t imagine being anything else. 

And when Arcee came running into the temple as Vector Sigma completed its download, Jack couldn’t see why he should bother telling her.

As if the news was too small to mention.

As if he would be shocked that others might like to know.

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HAHA. I'm on a roll. Sorry Pokemon Au You'll have to wait a bit.

Anyways just a little something, something from my TFP AU. Jack dies on Cybertron and was like, Damn... anyways moving on.

This is going to be a Techno-Organic Jack story. When he dies the old Primes through Vector Sigma brought him back. But not just to live but to work. Jack's there to get the ball rolling, whether he wants to or not.

Look y'all. I traced the space suit and the temple from screen shots of the episode. I'm not sorry. I ain't got time for that.

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Some Jack Darby Practice. I have an AU I am working on regarding him, so I've been drawing him a lot. Basically, unknown to everyone, while on Cybertron Jack died during that altercation with the Insecticon. He was revived by Primus. He never told anyone, but as time goes by, the true outcome of his resurrection starts to reveal itself.

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Jack and Optimus. Transformers Prime. Love these two. Wish we got more from the show.

I traced Optimus from a free model on SketchLab.

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Going through my hard drive and found this jem. Made on Pencil 2D. 

I struggled through every second of making this, but I learned a lot.

 Plot is basically contextualizing Dream's fall through the death of his pets. Horse can do it all. Parot can see it all. Most importantly the cat knows it all because she was the one who witnessed what happened in the cell before and during Tommy's death. Before and after being killed by Tommy's hands. His pets watch as Dream falls further and further into madness. Dream SMP fan animation.