Search results

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.

And here I am to check out your story! This looks like a fun setting... I'm guessing we're setting up for more of an island/nautical adventure in this story? We certainly start on an island, and that's what the summary suggests to me, at least. I have a weakness for island-based settings, so...

"No," Nate said firmly. "He decided he wanted to be some dick from my memories, that's all. Ain't got nothing to do with me." "Yeah, I'm not really a part of Mudkip," Rocky said. The familiar was leaning against the railing around the edge of the rink, looking thoughtful while other pokémon...

"That's right!" Rocky said brightly. "I'm, umm, I guess people like to call me a familiar. But my name's Rocky! And I'm not evil." Nate winced. God, that fucking name. He wasn't a big fan of Rocky always wanting to talk to whatever fucking randos, either, but at least the skarmory was all...

Nate hung around the edge of the skating rink while Rocky slowly edged back and forth across the ice, arms held straight out from his sides. "You should try too!" he was saying. "It's fun!" "Uh-huh," Nate said. Rocky wobbled, arms pinwheeling, then had to grab at the railing before he fell...

Hey, welcome to the forums! Glad you managed to find your way here. Excited to check out your story, and I hope you find something to your taste with a bit of poking... Give a shout if you'd like recommendations or anything! Welcome again, and I hope you enjoy your time at Thousand Roads.