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I’ve had an idea pingponging in my head that I feel like this would be a good excuse to get out… and it calls for some unfortunate/inconvenient PMD species to end up as! Preferably not many “objectmons” since I want to have some fun with the physiology of it.

Level of Prize: Forum Companion (15 Points) Type of Prize: Misc. Method of contact: Discord, but really forums also works (It's gen 9, so sprite WIP)

October 1996: Y'know, given I showed up because I heard word of a trans character it took me way too long to figure out what was going on here. It was interesting to read the opening twice, once mistakenly thinking "Gemma" was a normal OC and a second time knowing what was up. Amidst the...

My fic rec has to be for Crux of the Self by @Truebrush. It's not the first PMD fic here to have body dysphoria as an element, but none take it on quite like this. And it's gone really underappreciated on TR, I actually found it offsite, doing one of my Ao3 searches for specific combinations of...

I've seen a lot of PMD fics take on body dysphoria as an element, but none that really take it on as centrally and satisfyingly as here. I think this hits the feeling (or, what I imagine the feeling to be) of being cut off from everything you know in a body that's alien and uncomfortable to...

My internal voice for Matthias shifted over the course of the fic, starting from Ninja Man and gradually turning up the amount of 20th Century British Colonial Radio Program. I don't know where to fit that into the review but the realization that I'd done it entertained me, so I'm opening with...

Hello! I saw the words "science experiment" and "genderfeels" in the same line of the blitz promo thread and am nothing if not entirely predictable. I only know Anti from Mafia, and Namco High from a Jaiden Animations video, but this cannot stop me. This does a great job of taking advantage of...

Chapter 1: The opening here is some nicely done organic exposition. Most of the first 8-10 paragraphs could all be considered exposition, but don't feel the part because they're filtered well enough through the lens of things Hana could reasonably be thinking about. Though I did find myself...

Aww, it’s smol Wes. I’m glad he has someone looking out for him. Given the cipher involvement I guess Alden probably isn’t the best person ever, but still… I want to believe in him. (I don’t see anything when I look him up. Must be an OC, I guess.) Wes is a lot cleverer and funnier than I am...

Irreflections (6.5k bonus eligible) The Gladion and Lillie fic I’ve been talking about to everyone on TRcord for the last… longer than it normally takes to write one chapter! So far, there’s one chapter out, and it’s Gladion escaping from Aether with Null, and beginning to establish an...

This lovely art is by @Cresselia92 Irreflections Circumstance sets the lives two twins who parted years ago back onto a collision course with each other. Supposedly once identical, the people they've grown into couldn't be any more dissimilar. Out from under Aether's shadow, they can begin to...

Hazel placed her head on Sleet’s shoulder. “It’s a good thing that you already are, then. The easiest things to want are things you already have.” She took a deep breath. “What I saw… it was a place from a memory, where I used to be kept before Gladion saved me. But it was different. He was...

Hazel closed her eyes and nodded solemnly. "That is understandable." She should've seen it coming, really. "I will not ask what you saw back there, unless you are wanting me to, but... 'bad' does seem to sum it up correctly. I am still hearing echoes of it." The scream, the sound of her talons...

Once Gladion seemed settled, Hazel urned to look over the group for one of her own friends. She found Sleet to be on her own, her teammates occupied without her. That needed to be fixed. Sleet was not always the easiest person but Hazel still liked her. “Hello, Sleet. How are you feeling? So...

Gladion laughed. "We've all earned something nice after this fucking shit." After thinking about it for a moment, he added, "If you're serious, we could give it a shot... The things you can wish for here and take back with are probably kinda limited, but if you've got something that might work...

Hazel's eyes lit up. "Yes! It is a new style called not dying without the helmet! I think it suits me nicely!" Gladion scratched her head, beside her plumage. She leaned into the touch. "Apparently there's a mythical here who can just... grant wishes. With friendship magic, which... Well, you...

Gladion stared at the fortress, its architecture ill-befitting reality as it loomed above them. The eerie lighting seemed to come from no particular direction, and the absence of shadow made the scene look flat and even further unreal. He wasn't sure how far they'd even need to walk to reach it...

Hazel turned her attention to where Gladion lay on the floor. “How are you doing?” He groaned and forced himself to his feet. He was back in the soaking wet clothes from before again. “I’m fine, Hazel, don’t worry.” Hazel tilted her head. “Wait… Really? You… You thought you were being killed...

[[Content Warnings: Transphobia, referenced past and possible-future suicidal thoughts, and violence towards a human who indisputably deserves it.]] Gladion and Hazel awoke in a room that was discomfortingly familiar. It was a cell meant for containing creatures that did not belong to the world...

“I’m ready to go as soon as we can,” Gladion said, “The sooner this is over, the better.” And, of course, the soon he had his bag back, the sooner he could stop worrying.