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Just realized I effed up my stats because I thought we were level 89 this round. Whoops. HP: 20 Stm: 125 Atk: 126

Did like 6 hours of art today for challenges Hands of Creation (+10 BLECs, Wave 3 & S-rank challenges) Total: 110 I need sleep

It would seem that plane trips are just the designated time when I read HoC. I actually read about half of these in January, and then the other half on a plane trip in May, and then some more during my trip last weekend. Let's see if I can try to get some coherent thoughts out. 91-93 Good to...

Beta read chapter 4 of Different Eyes (2 BLECs) and did 2 hours of art Stat points HP: 19 Stm: 127 Atk: 128

A look of horror dawned on Starr's face. "Everyone get the fuck in there right now!" she barked, shoving Sword through the portal the moment she'd finished dragging Shield onto her back. Lexx stared upward with a hand over his brow and let out a low whistle. "Woww, nothing here is surviving...

They'd followed the sound of the howling, guiding them onward through the swirling red storm until finally, Starr and Lexx reached its center. The eye of the storm. Starr threw a hurried glance around at the rest of Team Spectrum, scattered throughout the area. Astrid, Owen, Cabot, Brisa...

Clear moonlight shined down. A soft breeze rustled the wispy, hazy surrounding. Yeah, in a way it sort of was peaceful. After some time, Lexx sat up next to her. His stripes were back to the usual yellow, and his weird, translucent body looked a lot more solid now. "Not dead, then?" Starr...

Starr glanced down at Lexx. "Probably because you've been spending all your time holed up in the lab and the library. You could do with getting out more." She probably would regret giving him more of an excuse to talk people's ears off, but whatever. The Incineroar took one step forward from...

“Yeah, yeah, I bet you think you’re real smart right now,” Starr grumbled. Still, her tone had noticeably softened. Down the hall, past the moving walkway, up the stairs—her legs were on autopilot as she carried him toward the exit. Every so often her eyes slid back to his core and she forced...

The next few seconds seemed to last forever. First the wave of cold dread clutching her insides with an icy fist. But with it... a moment of clarity. The boss was going to kill her? Death meant he couldn’t own her, couldn't keep her as a trophy, couldn't hold her here forever. That wasn't...

Starr's ears were ringing and her head spun. A weight was on her chest. She pushed it off of herself… and then froze. Lexx. His face was screwed up with pain, his core crackling with red sparks. Starr’s throat clenched up, and her chest tightened. “You—you were supposed to throw the seeds...

Starr recoiled backward, clutching her chest. “Fuck…” Her hand was wet. Her breath hitched. They were trapped. Just like last time, facing down death in the form of Mewtwo. It was a total fluke that she'd made it out last time. She wouldn't get so lucky a second time. ...... No. No, she...

Starr leaped back the instant Mewtwo appeared, fur standing on end. Shit, shit shit. Then a half-second of relief when she realized that he was gathering Psychic energy--what, did he just forget she was dark-type? Then she realized he was aiming at Lexx and God DAMN it-- "Get out of the...

Starr snapped her eyes to the approaching shadow and felt her blood run cold. He was close. On top of that, she could now feel the telltale psychic pressure accompanying him. Dammit, dammit, dammit. "I'm working on that," Starr muttered. She could already feel the buzzing of Radiance in the...

Starr clenched her hands like she wanted to strangle him. "Oh my god, would it kill you to just give a straight answer to anything in your life?!" She paced back and forth next to his chair, tail lashing. "You wanna know what info I want? How about why the fuck you told the boss I was friends...

Starr gaped at him incredulously. "What are you talking about? I didn't put you there—you're not making any goddamn sen—" But the moment the words were out of her mouth, she immediately found herself doubting them. A hazy image flashed through her mind--herself, carrying the unconscious shade...

Everything happened in an instant. One moment, Starr was clinging to Owen's back for dear life, eyes screwed shut, teeth clenched. The next, she opened her eyes to see Brisa falling through the air, disappearing into the storm. Time slowed to a crawl. A sickening horror stabbed through Starr's...

a) Poke-pov, Reverse, and Sinnoh Journeyfic b) prooobably shouldn't write for the first few weeks of August because I'll be catching up on commissions after art fight c) would prefer not to start Looking forward to it!

Flying. Great, Starr had always hated flying. But if she had to choose, she’d pick Owen. At least with a Charizard she knew what to expect, as opposed to all the various hugeass light dragons. “Let’s get this over with,” the Incineroar said, stretching her arms over her head.

Sword and Shield. Ascended. Was that why the colosseum match with them had been a way bigger deal than Starr had originally expected? Some kind of test? ...Yeah, she could kinda see why the people in charge might've wanted to wait and see if Sword was... a good fit for this. “So how’re...