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Starr finally reached the point where she couldn't go any further with the curry bowl, so she slumped forward in her seat and just let herself bask in the warm afterglow of spice. Hell yeah, endorphins. She'd made it just over halfway through the bowl. Which might've looked impressive to...

Starr blanched. "Yeahhh, we've got those where I come from. Never had one myself--they'd mess up a human's insides good." But as a Pokemon... "Screw it. Yeah, I'll try it," she said, taking it between her paws. She didn't have enough of a death wish to eat the whole thing, so she used a...

Thank. God. Starr pulled the bowl closer and stopped herself just long enough to mumble a "Thanks" before proceeding to wolf it down as fast as she could. God. Yes. This was good. Maybe even better than that one place back in Goldenrod? She hadn't been there in ages... Whatever, point...

Starr was frozen, just like she had been ever since Brisa walked in. What in the hell was she doing here? She'd followed Starr, what, just to rub it in? Not satisfied with how things went at the bluff? She's going to tell everyone here that you're scum. They all like her, they'll believe...

Starr sat herself at the table with the others, and that was when she properly realized just how low on energy she was. She felt totally drained after fighting that phantom. (That was all it was. Not anything else afterward.) And the curry smell was beyond tempting. Sure, gummis were alright...

~Chapter 43: Dance of the Ancients~ I stared numbly at the silhouettes of the Rocket airships as they disappeared over the horizon. They’d gotten the orb, and we’d all just sat there and watched it happen, and it wasn’t like we should’ve said ‘screw the hostages,’ but there should have been...

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Starr felt restless as she walked into the marketplace, full of pent-up anxiety and head still buzzing after the previous encounter. Normally she'd burn energy and quiet her thoughts by tearing apart a few training dummies, but she'd already decided that she wanted to get some new moves before...

Starr was frozen midstep. Her hateful gaze had been fixed on the ground ever since Diyem's interruption, his words echoing in her head on repeat. She could actually see the grass smoldering slightly around her paws. Slowly, she forced her eyes upward to meet Brisa's. Dozens of things she...

What the FUCK. Did she just-- How did she-- WHAT. She's... she's just pulling stuff out of her ass, she doesn't actually... "You don't have a fucking clue what you're talking about," Starr hissed. "You don't even give a shit that I was trying to help, do you? No, you just want to act all...

Starr right now

"A shot at calming her down, what are you--?" Starr stopped, shaking her head. Now she's not even trying to pretend like she's not just making shit up. "So I guess you're the expert here? How the hell do you know she would've survived if we didn't knock that thing out of her as fast as...

Again, what even was any of this. "Putting her life at risk, what the hell are you talking about? In what world is a low-level Ember gonna kill a Totodile?" Yeah, okay, maybe this world was different... but Pokémon here seemed even more sturdy than back home. Feraligatr would've laughed at...

Starr blinked at the Shinx, utterly baffled. And here she was expecting Brisa to come up with some half-assed complaint about Starr helping when no one asked her to. But no, it was the opposite? "The hell are you talking about? Did you miss the part where I literally did help kick that slug...

Starr's ears flicked toward the voice. She turned to see Brisa climbing out of the entrance to Surf's home, looking just as tense as she had during the fight with the slug thing, like she'd missed the memo that the fight was over or something. She wouldn't stop giving Starr weird looks during...

Did 3 days of the 7 Day Fic Challenge (+3 BLECs)

Day 6 Prompt: Worldbuilding Arbitrary Execution by Cutlerine (FFN | Serebii) Summary: Nine years late, Artemis is finally getting ready to escape home and begin her transition. But in her haste to run from her old life, she runs straight into something much, much worse: an Indigo League...

Starr was still breathing heavy, muscles tense, fur standing on end. Necrozma had caught the slug, and part of her still wasn't sure they shouldn't just squash the damn thing, but... whatever, his problem now, let him deal with it. Anyway, the mess here looked like it was basically resolved...

Wrote 827 words of garbage for exquisite corpse :quag:

Starr gaped at them incredulously. “Are you people fucking blind, it’s right there,” she said, jabbing a paw at the squirming sluglike thing. It looked a lot weaker now, but she still wasn’t about to take her eyes off of it after what had just happened.