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Volo's Guide to (Pocket) Monsters - Volo TF TG CM

Ender had been putting off visiting the Canalave Library, for whatever reason. Realistically, she knew she should have started there. The place was supposedly chock full of information about, well, everything. But Ender hadn’t wanted to travel all that distance. None of her pokémon knew how to fly, and getting there on bike while being as out of shape as she was didn’t exactly sound appealing. So for the first few months of her research into Hisui, she played it safe and kept it close to home, both figuratively and literally. She kept to Hearthome city, only venturing to Solaceon Town and maybe Pastoria City if the promise of information seemed legitimate and relevant enough to her studies. Alas, all those wells had run helplessly dry, and so Ender pedaled her ass all the way from Hearthome to Canalave City, cursing herself all the while for never bothering to catch an Arceus-damned Starly in her life. The fresh air of the seaside town served to soothe her somewhat, especially

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Turn Tail - Proton TF TW MC CM

Trinity never assumed he’d become a criminal, but when the crime he was going to commit involved stopping other criminals, that cancelled things out, right? Truthfully, he hadn’t started his journey to Johto with the intent to bust a pokémon-maiming operation. In fact, he’d come to the faraway region to check out the minimal, but budding contest scene there. Most recently, he’d made his way to Azalea Town. Compared to a place like Goldenrod, there wasn’t much there. Sure, there were some things of note, like the ability to watch poke balls be made, but aside from that, the place felt more like a pit stop in every sense of the word. That was, until that guy approached him near the Pokémon Center along the way to hawk his wares. “Delicious Slowpoke tails!” he’d been told by the overly eager fellow. “They’re a delicacy!” Slowpoke tails. Trinity was a little baffled. He’d never expected anyone in Johto to consider something from a Slowpoke to be a tasty treat. But what did he know

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A Barry Special Birthday - Barry the Chopper TF

It was Jasper's birthday, so he had decided he was more than entitled to treat himself. And what better way to treat himself on his birthday than with some cake? He'd made an entire day out of it, going to the market, picking out the perfect dessert (a process which may have taken a bit longer than he would have liked to admit, but honestly, they all looked so good), and then getting home. He opened the door to his house, carefully bringing in the cake, all while joyously and voraciously salivating over the foodstuff. He placed it on the kitchen table, got a plate, and removed the plastic lid, the smell of sweet buttercream icing greeting him immediately, only making his stomach growl. And that was when he realized he didn't have a knife. The momentary lapse in judgement could be easily remedied, however, and Jasper wasn't about to let a simple slip in his thought process ruin the celebratory mood. He quickly hurried over to the knife block and reached out a hand, quickly wrapping

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Here Comes the Sun - Dark Sun Gwyndolin TF AT

CW: snakes There was a big fucking snake in Matt’s yard. Now, Matt was no snake scientist- he wouldn’t even know what one was called (snakeologist? no, that didn’t sound right)- but he knew a too-big snake when he saw one, and this snake was too fucking big. The giant thing was sunning itself on a rock, its long body coiled in a far more manageable circle. Its visible scales were primarily a dusky silver, albeit with a pattern of brown, rounded diamond markings running up and down the length of its spiraled, stationary frame. If it were at its full length, just slithering about, Matt theorized that it might be somewhere around seven or eight feet long. Sure, snakes probably got around that size somewhere in the Amazon or something, but this was England, damn it! If it was some Amazonian serpent, it had definitely gotten itself turned around! Ever so slowly, Matt crouched, reaching for the nearest and longest (though not snake-long) stick. Wherever the hell it was from, he wanted it

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All the Lonely People - Emet-Selch TF TG MC

NOTE: This story includes spoilers for the FFXIV expansion Shadowbringers. Maureen wasn’t in her bed. The surface beneath her was cold and hard, perfectly flat- a far cry from the plush mattress and tangled sheets. Her fingers played over the even plane, digits brushing up against the patterned paving. Her dark brown eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times, a low, confused grumble tumbling from her lips. She pressed her hands to the ground, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. Her head shot up, her eyes scanning her new surroundings. She wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t in her room. She wasn’t in her house. Maureen was in a city. Tall, art deco buildings loomed all around her, the world cloaked in a blue, azure, aquatic light that filtered in from the skies(?) above. The pale, paved streets were bare, marked intermittently with square planters and contorted trees bursting with purple flowers. Far on the horizon, massive, tentacle-like dark structures stood