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You're definitely not the only one—plenty of people outside this forum actually do want Whitney to be a challenge. A polls and comments elsewhere lean toward her putting up a fight, mostly because of how memorable (and borderline traumatic) that original Miltank battle was. Normal types can be a...
I'll try to dial it back some I guess, less theatrical, more natural but the theatrics are part of the fun so they wont go away completely. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Tempting but I wanted a bit of thought to go into it since it could affect his next steps :3
Thanks for the feedback.
Goldenrod moved slow at dawn.
Not because the city was ever truly quiet—but because even a city of its size had to breathe. The overhead trams weren’t running yet. The storefronts that blared music and sales pitches through the afternoon were dark and shuttered. The only sound was the soft...
Threadmarks: Chapter 18: Goldenrod – Streets and Silhouettes
The Goldenrod Gym wasn’t subtle.
Its entrance was wide, set into a tiered plaza lined with glass tiles and stylized Normal-type insignias. The building looked more like a performance venue than a traditional Gym—part stadium, part showroom. Bright banners hung from the awning above the doors...
—Gardevoir—
The forest had grown quiet again. The kind of quiet that wasn’t absence but stillness. Like breath held. Like waiting.
Gardevoir stood beneath the canopy, her posture serene, veil-like arms folded loosely. Her eyes remained half-lidded—not in sleep, but in watching. The kind of...
The room was quiet.
Al sat on the edge of the Pokémon Center bed, one hand resting beside his PokéNav, the other bracing a notepad against his knee. The screen glowed softly in the dim light, open to the main menu. His eyes flicked across the familiar icons. He tapped twice out of...
Thanks for the feedback yeah, I'll tone it down - this last chapter I thought was warranted due to the overwhelming match win but in general it should be dialed back. I was pretty heavy handed at the earlier chapters for sure :) Thanks for reading and the feedback always helps!
I mean, if you want spoiler I can answer that; I'm hoping to answer those two questions soon, hopefully in the next week-ish worth of chapters just trying to make happen at the right time. I am traveling for work this week but hope to still do at least 1 chapter a day to the best of my ability.
The Old Guard - Azalea Town Café, the Morning After
The smell of hot broth and steeped tea drifted through the open windows of the Azalea Café.
It was still early. The sun was just climbing past the treetops, the streets still damp with morning mist. Inside, locals had already taken their...
[AN: Short post battle chapter. Next up, Interlude 2 which will be lengthy as we see what Al's overwhelming win has stirred.]
The dust of the final blow still clung to the Gym’s rafters as the League official raised her hand.
“Heracross is unable to battle. The winner is Swampert.”
The cheer...
Threadmarks: Chapter Fourteen: The Silk-Lined Arena Part 2
The echoes from Durant’s fall still hadn’t faded by the time Bugsy reached for his fourth Poké Ball. His fingers lingered longer this time. His expression had shifted—not to fear, but to assessment. Cold, calculated assessment.
He needed to stall.
He needed to buy time, slow momentum...
Threadmarks: Chapter Fourteen: The Silk-Lined Arena Part 1
[AN: The second part of this chapter will be posted later today and it will conclude the gym battle.]
The arena looked more like a forest grove than a battlefield.
The floor was coated in mossy stone and low-rooted ferns. Spider silk laced the rafters above, forming natural threads of white...
[ A/N: Short chapter. This is Bugsy POV pre-match.]
He tightened the straps of his arm guards and stepped into the training chamber.
The air was warm—heavy with the smell of moss, sweet sap, and the earthy tang of polished carapace. Light filtered in through narrow ceiling vents, catching in...
Threadmarks: Chapter Thirteen: A Town of Old Roots
The tunnel narrowed, then opened again.
Al could feel the change before he saw it—the weight of stone lifting, the air shifting. The moisture on the cave walls dried, the echo softened, and a faint, golden light crept over the edges of the rocks ahead. They were close.
Gardevoir floated beside...
Union Cave swallowed them in silence.
Al stepped carefully across the uneven stone, boots quiet on the slick, mineral-rich ground. Behind him, Gardevoir glided low and silent, her gown-like form brushing the cool air without disturbing it. Ahead, Breloom moved with cautious rhythm, bouncing...