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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,
Experiments ~ Chapter 17“Kylie!” That shrill, desperate voice was all but welcoming for once in Kylie’s life. One minute, she had been in the back of an armed vehicle, bouncing down an eerily empty avenue, and the next, everything had been black. Lastly she was in an all-too-bright room, squinting at bold fluorescent rectangles that complemented the tiled ceiling high above. But the ceiling was closer now – no, it went up again – oh, dizziness. The room was about the size of their old apartment, but with less furniture that was all black. There were two twin beds with black metal headboards in the right corner with pale curtains much like those in hospital rooms to surround them, and one nightstand between the two. A door nearby the foot of one bed indicated that shielded a fully functioning bathroom. On the wall opposite the beds, there was a dresser, and adjacent to the dresser was where Kylie was. The left side of the room had a small kitchen complete with shiny applian
The Magic ShowKristen Sanderson was a 16-year-old sophomore soccer girl. She had wavy brown hair that descended to her shoulders and two soft brown eyes. Kristen had always been skeptical towards things such as the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, and magic. However, her opinion of the latter was about to be changed forever along with her life...
Kristen took a seat at the Soccer Banquet with her friends Emma, who had blond hair tied into a braid and light blue eyes, Peyton, who had straight blond hair that fell to a little past her shoulders, Claire, who had long red hair and soft hazel eyes, and her date, Jordan, who had neat, combed over blond hair.
The entertainment at the Soccer Banquet would be provided in a magic show.
"Magic is so fake it's not even cool." Kristen remarked as she unlocked her phone to check her Twitter.
"Just because its fake doesn't mean it can't be cool." Jordan said
"Yeah" added Claire "I can figure out how most of this crap is done but I still like appreciat
A New Mermaid's New Found Freedom“What am I supposed to do dad? Live in some kind of sewer?” spat Christina Smith to her father James as she stormed out of the front door, turning towards her dad who stood at the door. Christina stood at a modest 5’ 2”, yet she was a stunning young 22 year old woman. Her small but athletic build, coupled with a C-cup bust size, curvaceous hips, long strawberry red hair that reached down to her hips, and deep ice blue eyes would have caused any guy to drool over her as if she was his next Aphrodite incarnate goddess.
Her dad, a tall 6’ 4”, slightly overweight red headed man was more concerned with what people in his church thought of him over his daughter’s happiness and feelings. “How dare you Christina! I’m supposed to look after until you can get a husband so he can look after you instead of me. “
“That is such a sexist statement dad. Don’t you get it; I don’t want to b
(Bucky x reader) NightmareSummary: set after the events of The Winter Soldier (so there may be spoilers) Bucky has remembered his past and is living in your (an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent) house (he has yet to find or tell Steve). A rouge Hydra agent breaks into your house. Bucky comforts you afterwards and he gets a haircut. Warning: may include fluff.
You hear the door open and close. So you call out.
“Bucky is that you?” you wait for an answer. No one answers and you hear footsteps along the corridor. You grab the gun Bucky made you have on your person at all times –you silently thank him for that even if you did protest at the idea- you creep along to the door silently. You crouch and lean round the door frame pointing the gun in front of you. You look up to the face of the intruder and find it is some man who you have never seen before. You stand and face him keeping the gun trained on him.
“Who are y
FireClan Assignment: The Plague"Kindlestar? Kindlestar wake up."
An echoing, almost ethereal voice kept ringing inside Kindlestar's head as she lay on the ground on her side, not quite sure how she had gotten there. The last thing the ginger she cat remembered was struggling to keep up with Redsun, the wound the fox had given her when it had bit her neck piercing a vein, making blood gush out until she felt feint and blacked out. Was it Redsun who was now trying to wake her up? No... that wasn't right, the voice that was now trying to wake her up was not Redsun's. Gingerly opening one eye, the first thing that caught her attention was that she was no longer in FireClan's rocky terrain, but instead what could only be described as a starry sky, mist surrounding her, fogging up her view.
"Ah... you're awake now. I'm glad," the voice said again.
Ears perking up, Kindlestar turned towards the source of the voice, and her jaw dropped in surprise at the sight. A tom only slightl
Blue Exorcist FF: Two Breath's Walking - Chapter 4
You woke up the next morning ti a shinning sun. You squirmed slightly, your body feeling restrained as you tried to turn and move around the sheets. You opened your eyes slowly, rubbing them until your vision came too. You noticed Rin's arm across your waist and his face close to yours. He looked so peaceful when he wasn't awake and yelling at everything that was within his view.
You didn't notice yourself staring at him as he continued catching a few Z's. His jet black hair had been tattered up from the reoccurring bed rolls of the night. While you were sleeping, you could hardly tell he was with you in that same bed. You unconsciously lifted up a hand to run your fingers through his hair. THen you stopped just inches away.
The fuck am I even doing!? Snap out of it, __________!
You sat up, Rin's arm moving as you motioned upward. You looked around the room before trying ti figure out how to get out of bed. You were closest to the wall, so trying to find a way out seemed impossi
Kim's Big HitWith a flash of light she arrived. Kim Paler opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings. It did no take long in the janitorial closet she had appeared in.
"Not my most impressive entrance, but necessary." She said with a smirk.
She examined the wall to her right, finding the precise spot she wanted. One of her cybernetic legs reached forth and cut through the wall, exposing a junction box. Once it was pried open it was a simple matter to attach a device that would filter some of the security sensors, making her nearly invisible.
Years of planning went into this operation. Stranger Industries was one of the top tech developers in the world, which made its labs one of the biggest prizes to raid. It also made it one of the hardest of targets to hit, with it having the best of security systems. A lot of research went into learning what kind of systems it had in place. Researching building schematics, where access points could be found,
11th/Reader Regeneration"Its okay, I'm going to let you die here anyway."The voice boomed, your back arched and your lungs collasped.
"And do you know what you've done, you've taken my girl from her home, and she is very angry, all this time your Master, and you didn't think of her, because she isn't just a human, she is a time lady."The Doctor hissed, taking the Master by the collar and pulling him forward.
You felt a relief as you gained strength on your feet, your eyes illuminating with yellow and gold and orange.
Suddenly, you saw the man who had taken you away and butchered you, and red alert was flashing.
"Finish him girl."He spoke, seeing you stretch out your arms and blast the man out of sight.
"Puny timelord."You groaned, falling to the floor.
"I got to regenerate now eh?"You sighed, wobbling.
He nodded and felt a tear fall onto his cheek, you wiped it and stood straight, and you saw stars.
"It all ends before you know it, like...the heat radiating off a bath before it going to tour natural body heat
The Sixth Clan Chapt.14 "You want this?" Hollypaw tossed a half-eaten mouse towards Oddpaw. "I'm stuffed".
Oddpaw sniffed the mouse. She didn't feel like eating, but took a bite anyway. She was exhausted after spending the majority of the day hunting her paws off with Ivypool, but she managed to catch her first proper prey: a small squirrel. The catch was difficult, hence the surrounding of trees in the clearing, but she managed to claw the squirrel before it could reach the safety of an oak tree. Now it was getting late, she only had a short amount of time to eat and chill before the first stars would appear.
The thorn barrier rustled as Squirrelflight emerged with Rosepetal, Bumblestripe and Dewpaw behind her tail. Hollypaw flicked her tail with amusement. "That's quite a lot of prey they caught!" She nodded at a rabbit dangling from Squirrelflight's jaws. Then she frowned. "Squirrelflight doesn't look very happy", she commented as the dark ginger padded towar
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 Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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