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He’s our adopted father. No mother, real or institutional. So yeah. For our journey we got new camo-green backpacks that both looked pretty old. Apparently, the backpack holds all the essentials for a long stay in the outdoors: battle items, tools, medicines, first aid, camping necessities...

She’s moving to the Hoenn region with her mother. Their new home is in Littleroot Town. “Here we are, honey! I know it’s a little quaint, but it seems to be an easy place to live in, don’t you think?” The town is dark green and homely, a very few houses surrounded by forest. She looks up at the...

Hoenn OT journeyfic. Updates every Sunday. Warnings: none in general, it's clean. I will warn individual chapters, if something comes up. Started simultaneously with Serebii. CONTENTS: 1. Intro 2. Petalburg 3. Oldale 4. Littleroot 5. Petalburg 6. Route 104 7. Rustboro The Progression...

Chapter 5: You're never a blank slate at birth. The boy seemed clean of everything when he arrived. He was not entirely a child, but he seemed young and did not remember how old he was. He would not talk of where he had come from, or what had become of him before he was found. Beneath his...

Review! These things revitalise me, they really do, AmusedRacoon. Take your time, because this depth of critique per chapter is really delicious, and though I could never actually ask it of you, I will appreciate it as it comes. You may always expect me to be up for some ginormously pedantic...

Chapter 4: Four recapitulations of the same theme. I Wood did not need to thrum so much as acknowledge its presence. Simply its existence in the vast guest's hall of Mr. Aradis Consiello was overpowering enough, and it exerted its quiet influence over everything that transpired within. Wood had...

Chapter 2: Counterpoint in scarlet. He moved through processes. The means remained. The end lost itself. This end pulled away from his functions. It was an old end. It looked new. Could he distort it? Perhaps. Up here it was bright and cold, too much was visible. It was a very old end. He was...

I think I'd better put my pokemon fic on here. Title: All This in a Shadow Link: oh oh oh oh Summary: A knitting together of a number of stories, mythological and contemporary, centering around a basic idea: we were made for more than base matter. Genre: Other In progress Chaptered Fic

Chapter 1: Sturm und Drang in the summertime. Aradis Consiello's preference for rehearsal Auditorium 3 of his Lilycove Metronome University (named after the move, not the device) seemed to have no regard for the actual practice of music. It was his haunt whether intended to compose or not...

EDIT: I should probably say that I wrote this under mild delirium [/exaggeration]. I made a decent self-checking effort, but if I said something astronomically stupid, feel free to call me out on it. The anality of typos means I can find things to point out after like every one of your...

Yeah, I didn't think you were British. The American vibe was still deep in there, though I didn't notice it immediately. It seems perfectly rational that a writer could have influences from a certain style and country without having gone there (evidence me and my occasional satire forays), or...

Changes in my outlook and revisions in your text together make your style agreeable to me. Now that it turns out the only 'overview' chapter was the very first, the direct, action/thought-based sentences of the recent chapters flow well. Typos, first of all: Started, I think you meant; you'd...

Shrewd commentary is my friend! This prose started out rough and slowly smoothened through repeated coats of polish (most of them done my shrewd reviewers such as yourself). The point is, the magnitude of the roughness will change, which means the only conclusion is the time where nobody notices...

All this in a shadow "...Which makes the position of the first creator, the Primeval Creator (if I may), all the more fascinating. There were no media then, no rules or prohibitions. When she created – shall we suppose her a she? – it was perfectly from scratch. Before her there was nothing...

Open the box, it doesn't spoil anything. Preface Attempts to grasp at the idea of creation end, on the whole, in failure. How can they end otherwise? Creation is the point where the understood world meets, suddenly, something completely new. You can apprehend the new idea, and even wrangle...