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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

silvally qed

hello young i am called hazel i am new to talking with a keyboard it is my very first time so please be forgiving me if I am getting the words wrong because i am normally the one who is doing the listening and not the one who is putting the words together because i am not talking with a beak...

Generally, I find any explicit mention of real animals takes me out of it, because it's a pretty big thing that rarely gets mentioned even within settings that have them, and I've never never seen them have a significant impact outside giving us something we're already morally accustomed to the...

"Mhm? What a wonderful world such would be... A world so just one need never ask themself if there's someone we'd all be better off without. Just because we keep those impulses in check doesn't mean we don't have them." Lusamine sighed. At the world, more than at anyone in particular. "I just...

"No," Lusamine objected, her tone of voice deadpan, "Keep pointing the gun at him. Keep him on his toes." "What is that?" Mohn murmured, staring at Odile.

[CW: Lusamine arguing the ferris wheel jump looked like a suicide to her] Lusamine's brow twitched. "Is that supposed to be a threat, or a promise?" "Lucy..." She turned and glared at Mohn. ""

"You've already told me who you are." Lusamine bit her lower lip. She'd hit a nerve. Perhaps she should have expected as much. "I thought for a moment there that I'd just watched you die. Can you at least tell my why you aren't?"