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TDW: Primary Village part 2I had never seen a true digivolution before, and it was spectacular. I had seen digimon switch from in-training to rookie and back, but this was different. This was not switching to a form already possessed. This was the creation of a new form entirely, the unlocking of the next stage in a digimon's power, an awe inspiring event to be certain. I caught my breath as the DarkTyrannomon loosened its grip, losing attention for me before the new sight presented to it.
I saw the data warping around my partner as it did the equivalent of reshaping this reality; forcing the program to accept the new code it was supplying it to eliminate its old form and replace it with another without negative consequences. He was glowing with some unknown energy, some unknown source of power that digimon carry inside them. I saw his mandibles move, his voice ring out. "Ankhmon digivolve to..." And then the code was accepted and the evolution kicked it.
His true form was hidden by the light emanating from him,
TDW: Primary Village part 1I watched the flames dancing, consuming; heard the DarkTyrannomon bellowing as they fought; sometimes even caught a glimpse of partners battling it out against the viral invaders. They were doing their darndest to repel the monsters from the once peaceful land. I could see, hear, and feel it. But then there was me, standing at the edge of the village, unable to do anything but wait and guard the meager stash of eggs we had managed to liberate. It itched and stung. I wasn't even allowed to infiltrate and try to sneak out a few eggs to add the our side. They had told me it was too risky without the presence of an allied digimon to protect me. The very idea caused me to cough out a derisive laugh; as if a runner like me would be caught by those lumbering brutes.
I turned back to examine my bounty. There were perhaps two dozens eggs in our possession out of the no doubt hundreds within the village. We had stolen them away from the more dangerous areas of fighting so as to keep them from ge
Ari, an updateCharacter name: Aricin Damini
Appearance: Ari is about 6'/6'1" and exceptionally thin, even for his height, but built like a sprinter, massive leg muscles and shoulders with less developed arms and pecs. He is light skinned, but not completely pale, with long black hair that shifts to a shining silver as it grows longer. He wears an eye-patch over his left eye and his remaining one is golden and catlike. He prefers loose, baggy clothing and pants with interesting patterns. Both his hair and clothes float a little from static electricity when he becomes agitated. He carries his sword with him at all times, sleeping within arm's reach of it.
History: Most of Ari's history can be found here http://iftheyaskiwasnthere.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d2wr67l After reaching H.A. and being rejected he spent a good deal of time either traveling the world or lodging in The Lounge. He mellowed out, less spastic, and gained many friends and memories. Then work
TDW: Cupimon thingymabbober Audric stared up at the sky through the shifting leaves, blue on green on brown on white. It kept his interest, but it didn't dull the ache. He looked down at the lay of the garden around him. He had grown used to the view of the garden, with how often he visited, but this specific angle was even more familiar. How often he had visited the tree, laid under its shade and played his harp, or just sat in the cool breeze and felt his heart throb. This was the spot, the place he had spoke out, his silly little light had broken him and mended him anew by saying yes. He snorted to himself wryly, it had taken her long enough. But that thought sent his mind whirling back through the time they had spent together, eventually resting on the immediate past, brushing on the present, the time they hadn't. He had not seen her for more than a few passing minutes over the last few months, and they were not enough to dull the pain, merely exasperating the wound. He shook his
What Makes Your OC Tick MemeWHAT MAKES YOUR OC TICK MEME
This here little written meme-journal entry-thing is not going to ask you what your character looks like. It is not going to ask what your character's favorite color is. It's not even going to ask what your character would do if cupcakes fell from the sky. This, my friends, is going to put you to the test--just how developed is your character. Does his/hers/its psychological build make sense and fit together? If your character isn't that developed, then I hope this helps.
a) Use as many characters as you please.
b) If you're a big freak about staying in character, I'd recommend that YOU answer. Not your character/s because, let's face it, not all characters would spill their beans.
c) You don't have to tag anyone, but it's highly expected.
d) Don't worry too much about grammar--this is development. Not an English test.
Section 1: The Basics
1a. What is your character's full name?
1b. Was it their parents that named them tha
A morning to rememberThe rain was cool as death's touch and soft as velvet. The atmosphere held a tepid tone, ringing in silence through the dark August morning. A foot of light mist lingered on the ground, feebly trying to cling to anything that disturbed its tranquility before giving up the cause and slinking back into slumber. If there were any travelers of these wee hours of the dawn, I did not detect them.
But despite the still, silent, lonely quality of the slumberous morning, despite the sheer vacancy, I felt a great energy, surging and cracking, sparking and dancing, hidden beneath the veil of a dim, August morning. I had no reason to sense such a disturbance as far as I knew. Not a tree, nor a bush, nor a single blade of grass stirred in even a lingering breeze, not a single creature was in sight, not a single sound apart from the soft crunch of my feet upon the gravel park path pierced the great vastness of silence encassing me.
Yet still I felt it, a powerful energy flowing towards, over, under,
Romano x Depressed!Reader: Promise
It didn't feel right to be in this world. Everything that life threw at you was never anything great. For the past six months, it felt like Hell. You were failing in school, your boyfriend recently broke up with you, and people were bullying you to their satisfaction. It began to make you very, very depressed. Your friends would try your best to cheer you up, but it hardly did much. Not even your lifelong crush, Lovino Vargas, could make you happy. They wanted to just hug you and tell you "It's OK" but they knew it wouldn't do any good.
You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the wall with crystal tears in your red, puffy eyes. You didn't know what to do; you just felt like giving up.
Not yet you wouldn't. If you gave life one more chance, maybe it would turn out better. You just had to give it a try.
You stood up and went to your mirror. In the reflection, you saw a beautiful girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and dazzling (e/c) eyes, although they were red from crying. She had (
The Dollhouse Chapter 7Ivan POV
I cranked up the heat in my truck to ward off the frosty air as I drove home from work. As usual, I drove straight home. I really didn't have many people in my life in the way of friends or family. Most people make friends at school and as they grew up...I didn't really have any of that. No social commitments to speak of other than work. My thoughts drifted to Genevieve. We had been talking for small periods of time every day. Most of the time she stayed in the doorway, but every once in a while she would climb down the ladder I made her and sit on the table top. The conversations we had were the most I had talked to any one person in a very long time. There was something about her that allowed me to finally open up to someone, although she still didn't know more than the most basic story of my past. Shaking my head, I thought about how the whole thing was so surreal. A tiny woman was appearing in my very own house. The hows and whys of what was happening was a very brief topi
AoT FanFiction: Broken Steps - Chapter 3
The next morning, you woke up in a much better mood. You didn't have anyone beating up your friends or calling your names and kicking you around like a rag-doll. As you sat up in your bed, you looked over at the single window. Beams of sunlight hit the ground in random clusters, a few shinning off your well-polished boots and nearly blinding you. You swung your legs over the edge of your bed and commanded your body to stand. You walked to your bathroom and instantly picked up your toothbrush, routinely brushing your teeth. Shortly after, you washed your face of any unwanted muck and pillow oil.
You walked back into your room and opened your sliding closet door to the left, revealing the only article of clothing you'll ever wear for the rest of your military days. You slipped on your white blouse casually, next, pulling up your white pants. You hated the fact that your pants were white, seeing as women tend to have their monthly problems. But, you dealt with it as you tucked your shirt
[Loki x Reader x Thor] Chapter 2
Darkness. The only thing that kept me from viewing my surroundings.
I could hear two voices, but the words were slurred so I couldn’t decipher their speech. I was just there… the echo of their voicing rattling around in my head.
My heart beat was normal again, so the knowledge if I had met my oncoming death was irrelevant in my mind. All I wanted was to assure my words were finally recognized.
“Is she going to be alright?”
Thor, I immediately recognized the god of thunder’s voice. I tried calling out, but couldn’t force the words to form.
“Do you doubt me, brother?”
Loki’s words suddenly came into hearing, as I felt a hand entwine in my own.
“She will wake up in due time, do not push her.”
I could make out somewhat of a grumble from Thor, and then the slamming of doors.
I wanted to wake up, but my eyes just stayed tranquil much to my displeasure.
“it will be alright,_______”
My struggle to move from my resti
AoT FanFiction: Broken Steps - Chapter 2
Unfortunately, you were unable to eat dinner. But, then again, neither did Sasha. You went back to her room, but she wasn't there. You walked around looking for her, but were unable to find your friend. From afar you heard loud breathing. You were hesitant to go check out the noise, since you weren't ready to die like some idiot girl in a horror film.
Worried for your friend, you approached the sound, looking down from a cliff only to find Sasha still running laps! You watched her for awhile, until she collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. You sighed heavily before sliding down the dirt cliff and retrieving her. You picked her up and placed her left arm over your shoulders, carrying her back to her room. But once you turned around-
"What in fucks name do you think you're doing, cadet?" a gruff tone spat out.
You looked up at the man in front of you, looking him in the eyes to see who it was. You were irritated enough and you challenged his authority just by looking at him. Hi
Mysterious Book - Loki x Reader (Chap3)After what seemed like hours, you grabbed Loki and stopped him.
“Stop!” You yelled, very annoyed.
He stopped, and glanced back at you. Your hand was grasping the back of his shirt tightly.
“What?” He asked.
“What?! Really?? We’ve been searching for HOURS without a break!” You breathed out.
He stared up for a few seconds, then back down at you, chuckling. This only made you all the more angry.
“We’ve only been searching for one hour.”
One hour? Really? That was it? You had a hard time believing it, but it could have been the fact too, that you were very bored. You sighed as he started walking in a fast pace again, and you caught up to him. You looked back and forth, staring at cave walls, out of pure boredom. You wondered how much longer it’d be until- or if -you found anything. In the midst of your thinking, you bumped into Loki, who suddenly c
N.Italy x Reader Black Friday BluesThis is another little request I decided not to stall on! I got this request today from a nice little hetalian. It’s ItalyxReader. You notice I’m doing holiday stuff today. Well this one’s not a holiday! It’s every shop’s worst nightmare! BLACK FRIDAY! *DunDunDun!* Because everyone in America knows that Feliciano could never survive being an employee on Black Friday. So I’m going to do JUST THAT! This is my first one country only fic so bear with me please if I screw up.
So this is
Black Friday Blues
~Feli’a POV I think~
That is what his nametag said.
You see after pissing off Germany too many times he was forced to get a job. Which was easy enough. He opened the store and cleaned. But the other employees hadn’t gotten there yet and it was the day he was warned about. Black Friday. He could see the people lined up for miles it seemed! All for this little discount sto
Questions!Hello! I'm the mod of Ask-PotatoPrince, and I'm compiling a little list! I find that a lot of the time, the reason people don't ask questions of other accounts is not due to a lack of interest, but rather a lack of knowledge of what to ask. So I figured it wouldn't hurt to collect a few possible (GENERIC) questions to ask people! Also, this is in no way comprehensive, just a starting point!
❥What's your relationship with your parents/sibling(s)?
❥Have you had any past relationships?
❥Who usually ends relationships - you or the other person?
❥What's your ideal partner like?
❥What was your absolute best birthday ever?
❥Where do you see yourself in ten years?
❥How many outfits do you have? How would you describe your fashion sense?
❥How would you describe yourself?
❥What's your best/worst quality?
❥What's your favourite meal/colour/season/animal/flower/etc.?
❥What's your favourite physical possession?
In the beginningIn the beginning of all existence, there was but one world in one universe in one reality. It was a world or perfect order and balance, a world that knew not chaos or disharmony. Above and below and all around was naught but grey, an universe where nothing moved save for one thing, a keeper if you may, omnipotent, and in as perfect balance as the world of which it strode. Where its right foot fell, life sprang forth from the grey and empty void, and when its left foot came down, what had been created exactly seven steps before was unwound from existence, utterly destroyed. And so the universe maintained its perfect balance this way for millenia untold, but the keeper grew restless, longing for creation more permanent that the constructs of its aimless wanderings, death and destruction more vibrant than the inevitable fall of it's other foot, for another will beyond its hold.
And so the keeper spoke to Existence, all of creation and destruction, the wellspring of the universe and all th
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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