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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,
Teo TorriatteTeo Torriatte
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael.
Let us cling together as the years go by,
Oh my love, my love.
“Don’t go, Leo,” Michelangelo whispered as he wrapped his arms around Leonardo’s neck, pulling the larger turtle down closer to him. Mikey hid his face in his mate’s neck. Leo closed his eyes and returned the strong embrace, nuzzling the side of Mikey’s head with his beak.
“I have no choice, Mikey. I can’t dishonor Master Splinter, I must go train as he orders. It’s only for a couple of months, Mikey. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” Leo tried to explain, but he knew it would not stop the young turtle’s tears. Leo kissed the top of Mikey’s head, causing Mikey to whimper and his arms tightened around Leo’s neck. Leo gently patted Mikey’s back, trying to sooth him
Onyx's Choice: Start
Part 1 (Start)
Work has become increasingly hard to come by. Most cities and city-states have enough willing bodies and readily turn away individuals like yourself; but Stonebridge has proven itself to be different, to be ready and able to take on new artisans to fuel its booming economy.
Unfortunately, “artisan” implies some form of skilled labor. Untrained and inexperienced, you have only one career path available to you – one that those of your disposition have inherited generation after generation: mercenary work. It doesn’t take much to lob a sword at someone; and by the same logic, it takes an equally low about of training to lob a sword at something.
Kelly, the Lord of Stonebridge, singled you out personally with an assignment the moment you passed through the gates. The details were unquestionably vague: there was a creature that lived a few miles west of the city that was causing problems for the populace. For all he told you it could be a rabid
Tainted Love: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Opening Up
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Universe: AU - Angels and Demons.
Characters(Main): Demon Leonardo, Angel Michelangelo, Demon Usagi.
Very little was said between the two turtles. Neither one of them knew what to say or do. They shared small smiles and gestures, letting each other know that they were comfortable but still a little unsure. Leonardo wanted nothing more than to apologize for his actions last night, while Michelangelo thought of every question he wanted to ask Leo.
They hadn’t moved since Mikey woke up. Leo was still sitting on the bed next to Mikey, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him in a relaxing manner. Mikey was also leaning up against the headboard, his lower half still hiding under the covers and Leo’s shirt wrapped around him, keeping him nice and warm.
Mikey’s eyes widened as he heard Leo inhale d
Dark!Russia x Kidnapped!reader"Sunflower….Where have you gone?" You clasp a hand over your mouth trying desperately to silence your ragged breathing, as if even the smallest breath were to escape your lips, your location would be given away.
Your back flattens against the closet wall behind you and you fantasize of disappearing from this room, from this place. You dream that if you just believe in it hard enough you'll wake up in your old bed, and see your family for the first time in months.
"(Name), Come out. I don't like it when you hide from me, da." You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you bit your lip, containing a sob that could’ve possibly revealed your location to the Russian man you've come to know as your captor over the past few weeks.
Over the weeks, you'd been submissive to the man's will for the most part, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do that anymore. Tonight you’d felt something snap, you’d finally had enough of this, and the second he fell asleep you put your
Toon link x Reader Would you, maybe, like me?
Would you, maybe, like me?
Link belongs to Nintendo. You belong to you.
"Hoooyyy!! (Your name)-chan! Wait up!" A higher, chirpy sort of voice met your ears. Turning, you looked down to see none other than Toon Link, or Linkie as you internally called him, face plant into your thigh and stumble backwards. "Oof!" He mumbled, falling onto his butt. "H-hey, kid." You mumbled, glancing to the side a little. Standing up, the boy, who was surprisingly your age, grinned. "What're you doing today? I thought we could go watch Kargoraks or something -- Oh wait, never mind, I forgot I got rid of all of them! They can't steal your lunch money anymore!" He chirped once more, blushing a little. Driving a species, no matter it's intent, to extinction wasn't exactly… alluring. "G-Gee, thanks I guess. Sorry, I'm busy today. See ya, kid." You said, turning and walking away
Summary of EncephalonWAYWARD CITY-
sky: the darkest of red with jet black clouds. night and day are no different. the only weather change is when it rains... if it rains, you better stay in your house, especially if you're an Other.
rain: appears to be blood, which isn't uncommon in the city, but the rain is a sign of danger. if it starts to rain, get inside a building and lock AND block all entrances and windows, especially if you're an Other (as mentioned above). the reason is, when it rains, it summons a swarm of very strange and frightening spirits unlike anyone has ever seen. they're called collectors, and are said to come from hell itself. they wear black cloaks, resembling dementors from harry potter, except they can only hover a few inches off the ground. their hoods never come down, and you never see their faces. however, when close to its prey, incredibly long silver hair snakes out from beneath the hood and slowly flows toward the victim. if touched, the victim will be tangled in the hair, and t
The Sixth Clan Chapt.9 The noise from outside woke Oddpaw abruptly. She could tell it was still dark; though just past moonhigh. What had woke her seemed to be the cats returning from the Gathering. The Gathering. It must be over; perhaps Firepaw remembered to tell her what had happened. From across the den, she could see Snowpaw stretching in his nest; glaring as if he had been woken from a really great dream. Yep, something was up.
More sleepy heads poked through the dens as the two apprentices padded out into the night. Sandstorm was poking her head through the hazel bush and stared contently at the returning cats. "What's going on?" she asked. Spiderleg padded next to her.
"Did the truce break or something?" The long-legged tom exchanged glances with his denmate.
The brambles of the nursery rustled and Blossomfall emerged, her expectant belly slightly bulging. Dovewing padded next to her and gently told the pregnant queen to go back and
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
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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