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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...

Wes jumped at the shout and turned to its source, tense and at the ready—were they being attacked? Here, now? Then he saw Mitch, and relaxed ever so slightly when he realized there was no danger—only to tense up again as the man stomped toward him through the mist, face twisted with fury. Wes...

"I just don't think I could forgive someone like him, you know? Now that I know what kind of person he is." The hairs on the back of Wes’s neck stood up. He snapped his head around to Gladion—but Gladion was simply walking and smiling at Hazel, who had bounded over to chat with someone else...

Wes had mostly been joking, but now that Gladion said it was a real possibility, he had to think for a moment. Something he could wish for, that he could take home with him… But to his surprise, he found he couldn’t come up with anything. Neo and Novo were happy and content as long as they were...

Wes stifled a laugh at Hazel’s response. She looked so earnest, he didn’t want to make her feel bad by laughing—but gods, her child-like answers were doing his nerves some good. He offered her a small smile. “Well, I like this new style. It suits you.” Wes shook his head at Gladion’s story...

Well, the place was certainly fitting for a ruthless ghost that called himself a king. Wes refused to let his apprehension show, regardless of the way it trickled down his spine like icy water and nearly made him shiver. Now wasn’t the time for hesitation. He felt Neo press against his leg...