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"Yeah! Yeah, you're doing great!" Rocky said as Seyka picked up speed. Turning back to cheer the skarmory on proved to be a mistake, though; since the familiar wasn't watching where he was going, it was easy for him to skate into a golem's broad backside. With a startled yelp, Rocky toppled to...

"It'll be fine! And I know I'm totally right," Rocky said, laughing. "But come on, you at least gotta try! Try to go fast!" "All right, all right, leave the guy alone," Nate said from his spot by the edge of the rink. "You've had your fun. Don't be a dick about it." Rocky stuck out his tongue...

"I guess making every other day sunny would be fair," Rocky said after a moment. "As long as it snows sometimes, too!" The familiar was getting a little more confident about skating and managed to move out ahead of Seyka, wobbling and grinning as he looked back over his shoulder. "And nobody's...

Hmm, what do you mean by quote collapsing? Like a quote failing to render for some reason?

"Clouds are fun!" Rocky smiled widely. "Especially if you know how to change the weather! Then you can make them look like whatever you want. And you don't have to pretend anything here. Nobody from your world is here to care about it, and they're never gonna find out, either! You should do all...

Rocky laughed when Seyka stuck his tongue out. "Yeah, he's totally missing out!" The skarmory's next question made him a bit more pensive, though. "Well, it's a bit weird, and I think it works different for different familiars. We're all weird! But I don't know everything Mudkip's ever thought...

"Well, maybe," Rocky said reluctantly. "But it sucks that his idea of fun has to be so boring." His own ice, huh? Well, if he was going to slide around and fall on his face, Nate didn't want to do it in front of a bunch of assholes, that was for sure. "I dunno about understanding shit," he...

Rocky giggled. "I guess! It's harder than sledding, for sure." He wobbled over in Seyka's direction and had to stop hard, arms flailing, so he didn't crash into the skarmory. "You're doing really good. Can you switch your feet faster?" "You two have fun," Nate grunted. "I'm good." "He doesn't...

I would just be worried about potential number of participants for each of the groups if we split things like that. Is there anyone who'd be interested in a specifically "PMD" or a specifically "non-PMD" bookclub group?

Ooh, some very interesting pairings there. Special!Yellow/Special!Lance sounds particularly intriguing. And I don't think I've seen a Rosa/Colress fic before. Very cool!

Rocky laughed and clapped as Seyka went sliding past. "Yeah, you got it!" A few other skaters had to swerve to avoid hitting him, but people didn't seem too miffed. There were a lot of other shaky skaters at the rink--it was nothing out of the ordinary. "Now you want to try sliding with one...

Yeah, that whole "Tree of Life" thing. Nate seriously needed to get that lucario alone for some serious questions about all that shit. Or maybe the lucario from this world who'd done basically the same thing, since Shield wasn't much of a talker. Right now, though, Darkwhite. It was certainly...

"I don't think so," Rocky said. "People like it because you can go real fast and do tricks!" The familiar pushed away from the railing and began slowly skating again, to show what he meant, Nate supposed. "Uh, well, I don't think most people take that serious," he said. The skarmory sure was...

With the battle over, Nate had been more concerned with trying to see if Silver was up in the stands than with any sort of victory celebration. Yeah, the fucking origin whale had said it was totally defeated and shit; just another Tuesday and all that. Rocky's gasp got his attention even before...

Loving all the discussion here! I think there are definitely offsite fics that would make good bookclub candidates. Since I think people were particularly interested in catching up with/talking about stories here on the forums, though, I'd prefer to keep the majority of the works discussed to...

"Oh, you'll get the psychic link," Nate said darkly. "Everybody does. Part of the motherfucking charm." Rocky, of course, was practically bursting to talk about skating. "Ha! Sliding on your stomach would be funny! But the point is you're supposed to do it the hard way, with blades like these."...

Nate stiffened. Of course the guy would have to mention getting carried around, now Rocky was going to--yeah, there he fucking went. "He'd never let me carry him around," the familiar said in a false whisper, cupping a hand around his mouth conspiratorially. "That's his least favorite thing."...

"Well, I mean, if you're sure," Nate grumbled. "I wouldn't count on a friend, seeing as I got, you know." He jabbed a thumb at Rocky over his shoulder. But whatever, some people seemed to have done better in the familiar department. Maybe Seyka would be one of the lucky ones. "Don't pay...

Hey, welcome! Now you've got me curious--what sorts of old pairings do you write? I guess I'll find out when you post some, but I'm curious! All in all, though, it looks like you have fine taste. Make yourself at home, let me know if you have any questions, and I hope you have a good time here!

Review for PMD: Wildcard: one chapter, one point, 1510 words.