And now, the finish! (more…)
Author Archives: Farla
Bunch of people tripping over their attempts at realism, an increasing amount of stuff that’s just humans having relationship drama, and a fic about something horrifying that apparently happened in the anime after I stopped watching. (more…)
A shiny gardevoir pokefucking fic. Several outright disasters. Some that sort of but don’t quite work without more polish, and one that actually got polished up.
Lot of fic that isn’t really fic. (more…)
This is terrific. (more…)
A PMD fic that actually kept my attention!
A lot of grammar errors but some rather unorthodox first-pokemon-gettings as well, including one where the pokemon gets to have a name of their own. Also, a straight up isekai fic and it doesn’t even involve better!Ash.
A reasonably varied bunch! Also, the counter-reviews are getting particularly mad. (more…)
And now it’s reply time! Some authors are angry. Some authors are fine. Some third parties are not okay with some authors being fine and would rather insist they’re idiots who can never improve, and somehow that makes me the terrible one.
Arg, something messed up and the document reset, so I may have lost some reviews. Edit: okay, found the original, none were lost!
A story where pokemorphs coexist with various civil rights movements without there being the slightest connection, one where cutting edge technology lets battles be even more boring, porn, Hala using the tapu to victimblame, extremely dubious car-related events, and various crimes against punctuation.
Let’s start off on a high, if pre-2019, note:
Penguins are just so, so adorable doing anything.
And now, onward into January. (more…)
Almost entirely positive! It’s a shame they also got tantrum reviews from Hybrid/Sevenways. (more…)
It’s Halloween! (more…)
This book is finally ending and you know what that means.
I regard it as one last sadistic gibe of whatever power had decided to make my life a living hell that the burn ward was full, and I was given a room to share with Charity Carpenter. She had recovered in spirit, if not in body, and she started in on me the moment I awoke. The woman’s tongue was sharper than any sword. Even Amoracchius. I smiled through most of it.
It’s time to cram as much remaining misogyny in as we can! (more…)