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The scene around them blurred, beams of light folding into one another, and then Wes felt that familiar and nauseating sense of vertigo once more as they were pulled away from the dream. He leaned into Neo to steady himself, grumbled under his breath, and silently prayed that this would be the...

Novo watched Wes and Neo disappear through the portal with a heavy weight in his stomach. But he couldn’t afford to fret now, not with so many foes to fight and Orzo continuing to look over them all. He had to trust that they would keep each other safe. He stretched out his wings and gave them...

Neo trilled in laughter at the shocked look on both of their faces. They were so surprised! He loved surprises! And judging from the way Nox’s eyes lit up as he hastily scrambled up to his trainer’s shoulder, he liked them too! Neo trotted towards the restaurant with his head held high and a...

Neo padded alongside Nox, chattering happily as Sigmin lead the way. But Wes was preoccupied with the way things melted and shifted eerily around them, the way humans and Pokémon alike brushed past without even the slightest glance. None of this was real, certainly, but…Sigmin and Nox didn’t...

Neo’s eyes lit up. “A snack! That’s right! You were going to show me pan…pan…panflakes? Let’s go get some!” Wes leaned against the brick wall behind him with his arms folded as he took in Sigmin’s reply. So it was like that, huh. He’d thought that the guy knew what was what when they’d met...

Neo swelled with pride at Sigmin’s compliment. “Yes! I evolved! I am impressive and BADASS!” He turned to Nox, eyes shining. “Yes, he is alright! He evolved too! But he stayed behind to fight Orzo so we could be sneaky and help you escape!” Wes nodded. “What Neo said. We’re here to help you...

At Hoopa’s command, the landscape around Wes changed and he felt an odd floating sensation, almost as if he was being teleported somewhere, but not quite. He managed to swallow his initial alarm and stand firm as their surroundings morphed into a busy street in some random city. Not that he...

Wes was only barely managing to keep up with Neo, who had decided that gliding wasn’t good enough and that he needed to fly high into the air way ahead of his trainer. The damn Espeon really just sprouted wings and promptly left his trainer in the dust not ten minutes afterwards. Wes grumbled...

“…es! Wes! Wake up!” A voice. Strangely recognizable and yet unfamiliar at the same time, it was calling out to him from somewhere far away. As Wes’s senses gradually returned to him, he noticed he felt utterly exhausted, and…wet. It was…raining? Since when? Where…? Wes opened his eyes, vision...

Just before Novo’s vision faded to black, a strange energy washed over him, shedding the stone off his pelt like scales, allowing him to move and breathe freely once again. He staggered, gasping and gulping for air, and looked up just in time to see Celebi—Celebi??—flitting about as she gave her...

Oh shit oh gods oh shit— There wasn’t enough time to process everything—one moment they were in the creepiest castle of all time, the next they were…in space? And there were legendary heads poking out of nowhere and holy hell that was an actual Rayquaza— No time to question. Wes’s instincts...

Howdy hey! I’m here for a review of Journey chapter 1! Been meaning to get around to this fic for a while, so I’m grateful Review Roulette worked out this way, haha :quag: So, my style of review is to respond to specific lines and quotes first, and then to give a summary/overall crit at the...

The oppressive, near-tangible blackness was suffocating, deafening, growing with every syllable that came out of Orzo-Xavian’s mouth. It sent shivers down Wes’s spine—and yet, it wasn’t enough to quell the fury blazing in his chest. Wes barked out a laugh—a sharp, bitter, mocking laugh. He...

Wes was jarred out of his stupor by Mitch’s—no, Nate’s?—shout over his shoulder. Under normal circumstances, Wes wouldn’t have let him off without demanding an explanation, but at the moment he could no longer bring himself to care. Still, he filed away a mental note to confront “Mitch” later...

Gonna join Reading Rookidee! For this round I’m going to read Legendary Adventures by Flygon.

N a m e l e s s CW: This fic contains depictions of death, injury, and mental/emotional decay. The first thing she knows is damp and darkness. She cannot see, cannot hear, can only feel. As she crawls from her hatched shell, there is only one thought, one instinct in her mind: forward. So...

“Did you hit your head or something, or have you always been this stupid?” Wes snapped. “I haven’t said a single damn—” Wes forgot his simmering anger almost instantly. So he…he hadn’t imagined it. She was talking, really talking, and apparently Mitch wasn’t a Mitch but a Nate, and did she say...

Of Angst and Anguish CW: This fic contains depictions of blood, injury, death, and suicidal ideation. The wind howled, billowing gusts of sand in every direction. Neo flattened his ears and pressed against Wes’ side, staring blankly at his brother’s lifeless form. Not real. Not real. Not...

“Wh—my damage?” Wes spluttered. He bristled as Mitch stepped closer, and suspected that were it not for Novo, the guy would have gotten up in his face. He mirrored Mitch’s stance and returned the withering glare. “Look. I’m not the one picking a fight out of nothing. You really wanna start shit...