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Time for a classic meme format... the f*** chart! Almost all of these F's aren't actually in the fic itself--it's just whether the characters would the be type. xD

August 1 Prompt: Alola Beasts and Beauties by dietofwurms Summary: Money. Fame. Status. After capturing the Ultra Beasts and being catapulted into success by Lusamine, Guzma (thinks he) has gotten everything he's ever wanted. Wordcount: 300k Rating: T Genre: Angst/Drama This fic gets Guzma...

... Oh god, the Mew's an idiot. "Yeah. Looks like Diyem... really brought us a winner this time," Starr said, not bothering to hide the scorn in her voice. She turned around and continued walking out of the dojo. "Yeah, not even gonna bother. Got some giant Magikarp to fry."

Starr stared, completely dumbstruck. Okay, she couldn't pretend like she knew Mew all that well, but that sure as hell didn't sound like... Right. Different universes. Duh. "Yeah, gonna hazard a guess and say you're not the Mew I've met," she said flatly, rubbing a paw against her temple...

And then, as the three were leaving the dojo, Starr's eyes went wide with realization. "Wait. When the FUCK did Mew show up?" (Mew?! Here?! Why?? But then why isn't Ajia here? She's the real hero, not you.)

"Wouldn't I be the one doing the barbecuing?" Starr asked, with a bit of a snide grin. She stood up fully, stretching out her limbs, feeling the ache lessen as the orans worked their magic. "But yeah, let's go kick some asses." Starr scoffed. "Course I will. I've had way worse than...

Starr chuckled. "Yeah, it was pretty badass, huh?" Whether that referred to her own fire breath, or Curio taking it head-on, she didn't specify. Somehow, it was like most of the tension had left her with the fight. Her eyes fell on the waffle pattern of scratches across Curio's...

Starr had a splitting headache when she awoke. Through blurred vision, she was able to make out something round and bright blue... an oran? She bit into it and got a rush of flavors. Yep, an oran. A wave of relief spread across her wounds. She slowly pulled her paws beneath her and propped...

Fire. Hell yes, this was nice. A wild exhilaration had overtaken Starr as she poured all her energy into the flames. Maybe too much. Hell with it, if this didn't take Curio out, nothing would. The Riolu kept going, taking the attack full-on. Her movements slowed. The fire was obviously...

The heat intensified. It spread through Starr's body, filling her up, making her feel lighter. Was this what being a fire-type was supposed to feel like? ... She liked it. Curio was charging. Slower than the previous Quick Attacks, but the sort of move that had all her strength behind it...

Starr stumbled backward from Curio's last punch, slightly winded but high on adrenaline. Hell yeah, two scratches, and she'd managed to draw some blood with that last one, nice. If she could brace herself to take the hits and retaliate each time, she might have a shot. Wait. Curio had pulled...

Starr's claws found their mark. Hell yeah, eat shit-- Aaaaand Curio grabbed her by the tail. Fuck. She wasn't used to having a tail. She wasn't prepared for that. Fuck. Welp. No way around it. She was getting punched, might as well make it painful for Curio too. She pivoted as quickly...

Yes, perfect, Curio dashed at her again. Except... the motion was different. Lower. If she took that while moving, that'd throw off her aim, and-- Change of plans. Starr threw her paws out, halting her momentum at once and lowering her center of gravity. Curio's jab nailed her in the thigh...

Starr couldn't help feeling a wisp of self-satisfaction upon seeing the look on Curio's face when she spun around. Still, couldn't get cocky. Not when facing that kind of speed. Remember your drills. If you can't dodge, bait and counter. Starr broke into a run, readying herself mentally to...

What--? Oh. Oh, screw you. The Riolu dashed at her, a blue blur too fast to see. Shit. Quick Attack. Starr didn't have any priority moves, at least, she didn't think she did. Pouring every ounce of will into her back legs, she lunged aside at the last second. Thank god for cat reflexes...

Starr glowered at the sheer number of onlookers. No doubt they'd be rooting for Curio too. Well, it wasn't as if she'd been popular back on the team. Never stopped her. Had to channel that mindset. No worrying about failure. Locate the enemy's weaknesses, target them, win. She fixed her...

<><><><><><><><> Starr's body was tense as she walked into the dojo ahead of everyone else, followed by her opponent, and then the gaggle of people who'd come to stare at them. This was stupid. It wasn't like she couldn't see that. Staking her pride on a pointless fight in a brand-new body...

Let it be known that this was drawn before the commotion in the Main Square today. [Based on this.]

For several seconds, Starr said nothing. She just stood motionless, fully aware of all the eyes on her. So that’s how she wants to be. Fine then. “Alright,” she said slowly. “Alright. Maybe it’s the Pokemon in me now. Maybe it’s the stress, hell if I know. You wanna be like that?”—she...

Starr snapped her attention to the Riolu that had walked up when she wasn't looking. Dammit. She kind of liked Curio, too. "Oh, forgive me for not being a basket of sunshine and rainbows when we've got two goddamn giant Magikarps to fight, and teammates that don't have a spine, and this...