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Dave let out a shaky snort. "Therapy? It's... don't get your hopes up, Mia." He released her slowly. Indeed, the core was just... gone. She looked like her normal self, but a little more solid. No core. "The fuck do you mean you don't..." Was this what the hatching was? Just, hatching into...

Something broke through the dark haze that had enveloped everything. A light touch. He whirled blindly, teeth bared to attack. He took a sharp, gasping breath. "Mia?" He blinked hard. She was...? He reached out a paw to touch her. Solid. Real. Dave pulled her into a hug, clung to her...

Dave was limping, shaking, one of his hind legs numb and pulsing, but they were out. They were okay. Not being followed. He took a deep, shuddering breath, then another. Mia pointed towards a light down the road. This was all some kind of illusory hellscape, who knew if going anywhere would get...

Dave's heart hammered in his chest, his injured cheek throbbing with pain, muscles tense in anticipation of another sharp stab of agony that'd send him crumpling to the ground. But none came. Shots tore through the air, each bang nauseating, but by some miracle none of them hit. The man he'd...

Dave's claws dug into the church floor as Mia thought about it, against every instinct telling him to run while he still could. What were they waiting for? Why weren't they shooting yet? Come on, bastards-- As soon as she released the whimpering man and he scrambled away, a hail of bullets...

Worked on writing for some three and a half hours, and published Morphic bingo (2190 words).

Back when the anniversary event was going on, Negrek gave me a bingo card. I went on to fall asleep as I was going to start work on the last bingo fill, resulting in me missing the deadline. From there, the snippets I had written kind of languished. Tonight, I finally went and finished the final...

Beta-read chapter six of Context Switch!

Dave flinched as a series of gunshots shattered the barriers, his heart hammering in his chest. Shadow puppets or not, the bullets were real. With another burst of Radiance, he conjured more barriers to replace them, his fur buzzing with light. He stared at Mia, his stomach twisting as the...

Another short one, wherein I get very melodramatic for some one-off POV shifts, Mark obtains his second Pokémon in a bit of a déjà vu, and I attempt to introduce some worldbuilding. Chapter 3: Vuiiii! When Mark was out of the library, Charmander was sitting on the stone steps, his head...

Over the psychic link, there was only a deafening silence - silence, and a crystal-clear awareness that Mia, this Mia, was inside the church. A cold shiver went down his spine. "Mia, I-- fuck." He stared at the church, heart racing as the ominous echo of choir singing rang in his ears. Goddamn...

Dave looked wildly around. One moment they were approaching the storm, the moon looming ominously overhead; the next he was here, alone, in some kind of grotesque reenactment of that day. (The fucking parking accident. Of all things to put here.) “Soda?” he called at the air. “Come on, let’s…...

Ascension was fucked up. One day these two were a Mew and Lucario, then one day they were just... big dogs. Dave wasn't entirely convinced this had needed all the secrecy -- who exactly was Bahamut afraid would hear about it with dire consequences? -- but whatever. It was done, they'd come in...

Nothing. Of course fucking nothing. Why’d he even bother. Wait, the first time? Everyone else had been using Radiance this whole time and he’d only just managed… whatever the fuck that even was or did? God. Maybe that shouldn’t even be surprising given he’d only just managed to evolve into a...

Logging ~2 hours of writing. Reconfigure support: - Ruin - Shield II Sell: - Stun Seed - Sitrus Berry Buy: - Leg's Cursed Doll - Mellow's Divine Berry - Restore Seed - Pop's Grand Reviver Seed - Joule's Wormhome Orb

Dave clenched his jaw, looking back at the parasites. "Hey. The name Soda mean anything to you?"

Nate was... trying to make friends with it? Jesus. He watched him, eyes narrowed, as the stone was dropped into the cage and the parasite... simply ignored it, and looked no more cooperative. "Genius. Great. Yeah, that worked." He looked at Brisa when she made her suggestion, frowning. "You sure?"

Am I the only one who thinks all this is kind of shady as fuck? What the fuck is going on?

Dave glared at the parasites as they failed to respond. Worth a fucking try. "What the fuck is going on in here?" asked a familiar voice, and he turned to see Nate and Rocky. Christ. Wasn't Nate the one who'd been so insistent that they just never be in the same room together again? Well, it...

Dave rounded on the parasites as soon as they reacted. “Yeah, there we go. You fuckers can hear us. Now how about you cooperate and answer some questions, and we might decide you’re sapient enough to count? Spit some fucking spirit acid for yes.”