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Gladion took a step back, startled. Damn… “You’re partners with a totem? And you’re really not sure why you’re here?” A look of shock crossed Gladion’s face for just a moment before he covered it. He’d never heard of any species using human language with telepathy before, and he’d looked into...

Gladion bit back a laugh. Holy shit she actually calls it a meta. I thought what they said about Galar was an exaggeration. “Sounds reasonable to me. We’ve got a bit of a similar problem, though. The system’s overloaded to shit, so you need your own money to make it function. Except we don’t...

“Damn. Knew Galar didn’t mess around with that stuff, but wow. I guess gyms are probably safer than an island challenge, but still. Takes a special case and lots of paperwork for us to let a sixteen year old go.” Gladion nodded. “Unofficially, yeah. Can’t exactly do a challenge with a Null. I...

“Oh.” Gladion mulled over that for a moment. “That’s not too late, really. An extra year’s not so bad. I’m sure you’ll do alright.” A chill went down his spine at the thought of Mr. Xavier knowing more about them than they did. “I guess if he’s from our future, he would… have the chance to...

Gladion nodded. “Brilliant, you’re a natural. And yeah, I get long better with Hazel than most people, so I’ve adjusted well. It’s been quiet for a while now, for whatever that’s worth here. Was kinda surprised to get invited, really. You got any clue why you’re here?”

Gladion’s eyes widened. “Huh.” So that had actually been what she was talking about, he was just lucky to have a related guess. “Really, I didn’t plan much of it myself. Couldn’t have done it myself. Wish I could help more… Unless I could, like, fuck with the past to help you out. Probably not...

Gladion nodded. “Okay…” He took a deep breath. Those bode all kinds of bad omens for his future. “Great. Yeah. I nicked her four years ago. I was…” It sounded like the future didn’t know who he was. That was good. He couldn’t be outed if nobody knew him. “…Living onsite. Was related to someone...

Gladion nodded. “I’m no hermit. We’ve figured that it’s possible for there to be other worlds with life, that’s my suspect. In that case, the real weird thing is that you do know Alola, and I know Wyndon, Galar. Hell of a coincidence.” He paused for a moment. “And if that’s correct, it’s...

Gladion narrowed his eyes at her, but bit back his tongue. He'd take that as his cue not to send out Hazel. That was a shame, she'd seemed trustworthy to this point. "Personally, I think technology poking around in my brain without my permission is scarier than a bit of genetic engineering, but...

Gladion took a step back, startled. “Ah. That’s weird. Because yeah, it is. That’s probably bad. This is quickly exiting the realm of what I’d consider plausible.”

He took Laura's hand and shook it. Gently. Most firm handshake purists kinda sucked so he didn't want to be one of them. He was somewhat relieved at her answer, too. It meant she had no ties to him, and that he wasn't remiss not to know the guy himself. "Gladion Mohn," he offered, opting not to...

Gladion took leave of the main deck, looking for somewhere without security cameras for him to safely release Hazel. This ship reminded him of Aether, in that way, except here he didn't already know what places were private. Fun. He did find a spot on the deck that seemed unlikely to be in...

Things started going sideways for Gladion shortly after he accepted the RSVP. That was when teleportation got involved. Now he was on a cruise ship in another timezone. Whatever the approximate price range of this was, it was comfortably within "too rich to be trusted" territory. Worse, he only...

I am incomplete, without a piece of myself. My world crumbles, I cannot hold it together alone. Amidst the ruins, I have one hope, one chance to be complete again. A thing called Cosmog. The key to recovering what I have lost. Only, my hope has been stolen. A twisted creature with the face...

the doctor has diagnosed me with need Nebby so I’d like to request a Cosmog companion.

In which Selene is redundant, Hazel is a pretty bird, and Gladion is himself. (Bottom row bingo.)

Altar of the Sunne: It was at Nebby’s behest that Selene found herself at the Altar of the Moone once again. She wasn’t particularly thrilled about it. Anything that involved Lunala and the Altar of the Moone, though, was bound to be something worth not ignoring. Even if it meant climbing 205...

Trainer Name: Gladion Mohn Personality: He mistrusts people by nature. It’s not hard to get under his skin. That being said, when he does trust people, he’s quite loyal to them. He cares more for pokemon than people. Appearance: Gladion. But 18. Lets put him in the canon outfit for...

I gotta stop being indecisive about this, so I'm going to request... Some combination of prompts for writing trans characters and/or Sun/Moon game prompts, whatever works out. (See? Suuuper decisive.)

Here's a piece of chapter one of my WIP. I think I'll actually get it up soon-ish, since I've been procrastinating and need some time pressure to get on with writing the rest of it. 1015 words but I really wanted to squeeze the breakfast line in