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Going to post blitzmon counters people have requested here so their owners can grab links! I'll try to update these daily; once you've copied the link, you won't need to keep changing it or anything--the image will change automatically when I update it.

Nate drummed his fingers against the gleaming white tile of Destiny Tower's floor. Not exactly the place he'd like to hang out if he had the choice, and he wanted to get Silver's pokémon back to their trainer as soon as possible. But of course it looked like people were going to take this...

Two chapters of Heroica Legends @ 2164 words. +1 point for the weekly theme, so 3 points total. Also, kintsugi asked me about the possibility of doing NaNoWriMon-like counters for the review blitz. (Like what's in my signature!) If you have a goal for the number of reviews you'd like to write...

Hey there, here for my Catnip review! Since there are only two chapters so far, I figured I'd look at everything you've published here so far. Based on the content warnings at the beginning, I was expecting this to be a somewhat darker, sort of apocalyptic fantasy story, but so far it's been...

omg, I SPECIFICALLY left out M2^2, it's not stealing, it's completely original!!!! quietly crosses out the bit where Mewtwo² shows up in Chapter 50

Nate sighed when Darkwhite teleported out instead of... turning into a beautiful prince, or whatever the dick was supposed to happen when you mentioned someone's true name or whatever the fuck. Godammit. It wasn't like he gave a shit one way or another if she had whatever fucking personal...

Rocky leaned down and whispered to Nate, "Oh, boy, I'm excited! She's gonna do something! Are you excited? I bet you're excited, this is really exciting!" "You're fucking psychic, ain't you? You tell me."

"Hello?" Rocky said into the badge. "Are you there? Can you hear--oh." Arceus appeared in a burst of golden energy. "I guess he's busy." "That guy," Nate growled, watching Karat struggle against Arceus' chains. It fucking figured. What the fuck did you expect from a fucking mewtwo? And there...

I don't know what's going on with this situation, so I don't know whether there's been any final ruling or what the overall status is. But whether it's been put to bed or not, I'm not sure what good would be accomplished by dragging it into the announcements thread. If there is something that...

Nate scowled while his teammates ganged up on Darkwhite, his gaze flicking between the mewthing and Shield. If she fucking poofed after all the work he'd done to get her here... But, thankfully, she seemed too distracted to care much about losing the pokéballs. Whatever was going on between her...

Hard same. Please don't make vague call-out statements like this. I find them unproductive for anything but creating resentment. Nobody enjoys being put on blast like this, the people who you're trying to reach may not even realize you're talking about them, and people who you're fine with may...

Starlight was close! We do have Mew and Mew2, M and M2. Here we have N8, or N2^3. And, as previously revealed, N is M but missing one... or someone. Surely there must be a reason Nate keeps running into our protagonist, after all. Perhaps some aspect of its powers will be able to restore him to...

"Yeah, you got it!" Rocky said when Darkwhite recalled Groudon. "Do you know how to juggle? Pokéballs are good for that. Usually people keep them on special belts when they have a lot of them, but probably nobody around here has one. I mean, they wouldn't, right? Pokéballs aren't supposed...

Like this place really needed more damn heat. The air near Groudon boiled, and Nate's skin blistered even just being in his vicinity. Rocky was having a great time, of course. "All right," Nate growled. "Looks like the team's slowing down a bit." And also speaking some other language? Was...

"That wasn't so bad," Rocky said, watching the spot where DarkWhite had disappeared. "Yeah. I still got all my legs, so I'm counting it as a win." Nate shook himself and stamped his feet, trying to relax. Not easy when he wasn't convinced that DarkWhite wouldn't pop back up and smack him now...

"Well, that did all of jack shit," Nate grumbled. Loudly, in order to be heard over the whipping wind and whizz and crash of attacks. "Maybe they're too far away to hear." There was certainly no way anybody'd hear anything now. Nate could barely even see Silver's team, with all of them hanging...

Okay, fifteen minutes. Review for eight chapters' worth of Fighting Nature to clear S-tier.

Sup cynsh. I said I'd take a look at this a while back, so here are my thoughts on what you've posted so far. Like I think pretty much everyone else who's commented has said, I really love the premise here! It's always fun to see a fic that doesn't fit neatly into one of pokéfic's typical...

Going to claim ~35k words written, which will clear me for all challenges this round. Also will have an S-tier, but probably won't be done with it until, like, 10 minutes after the cutoff, oop.

The desert was even more fun than usual when you were a water pokémon. Nate could feel his energy, like, fucking evaporating out of his pores, or something. Whatever fucking pokémon thing. Meanwhile Rocky looked perfectly content, striding along with Nate's bag slung over one shoulder. Aside...