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The wonder of flightAs the morning sun began to rise over the grand plains, Darin would slowly come to consciousness. Still snugged warmly against the Talonflame, he'd let out a yawn and open his eyes blearily. Slowly blinking away the sleep he'd look upwards, taking a moment to recognize the large bird. It's eyes were closed, the large pokemon breathing softly in it's sleep; placed next to Darin would be his familiar, the sword's eye still shut. Getting up slowly and carefully so as not to wake the two of them, he'd walk a small distance away and stretch, watching the sun as it continued to make it's way through the sky. That had to have been the best he'd slept in a good while..a full stomach, and something warm and soft to sleep against. He'd purse his lips, thinking hard for what to do next..if they were going to have any chance of winning, he'd need to figure out how to ride it somehow. The thief had his doubts that careening through the sky in it's talons would count towards a mount competition.
Learning bit by bitAct would be angrily pacing -or rather floating- in a circle around Darin as he lay in the grass, slowly calming from the flight. Honestly when the bird had come at him in the way it did, he'd thought it was an invitation. His plan was to grab onto it's legs and see if he could climb onto it's back from there as it flew. Little did he expect the large bird to snatch him up like a piece of prey and take off with him-though at least it seemed like it wasn't wholly interested in eating him. It'd just dropped him in the grass, and landed nearby, neatly preening it's feathers as if nothing were out of the norm for it. As startling and scary as the moment had been, he did have to admit a touch of thrill to the little trip..he'd never been that high, or gone that fast before. Sighing, he'd sit up and rub his head, glancing over to the bird. It had chosen to stand in place, sharp eyes watching Act as it circled around him.
He'd turn his eye to the agitated familiar, deciding to break whatever
Silence in the midst of screamsTime was running out. He could feel it, screaming, clawing..edging at every fiber of his being. The demon's mentality, his one remaining shard of who he had been lay within his cracked mind. Watching with a dread as everything lined, as his existence would slowly be diminished. If not the next soul devoured, it would be the starvation, that ended him. Any more pressure upon his already shattered mind, would have the shard be no more, a spiraling insanity would only remain. As it were on the surface...anxious, paranoid..fearful of everyone, and thing. Obsessive to the point of compulsion and actions driven by colors and nothing but the remnants of himself. He could only silently guide and hold the hope that his body would comply through his mind's disarray. Yet, as the time passed...he would find no solution to the issue at hand. How, could he survive without consuming the souls of contracted humans? It'd been unheard of by the demon thus far for such a thing to be. His search had been
9 years and 10 monthsConfusion, yelling and fear. Small arms reaching in desperation, a swift and loud CRACK, followed by the thump of a small body hitting the floor. Silence, as the storm slowed and ended, the small form being looked upon in contempt before the assailant would drop the heavy bottle and saunter off, leaving the small boy alone on the floor. As his consciousness left him, and the blood flowed freely from the wound upon his head. Coating and soaking through the already bright red hair darkening it and sinking into the carpet upon which he lay..confusion would riddle the boy's mind..why had this happened..? His consciousness would only return fleetingly as his father would return from work, his worried voice yelling, calling to him..he felt himself cradled up into the man's arms as the older Octillery attempted to get what had happened from the younger boy. The boy's eyes..fogged over and riddled with confusion would only stare back blankly. What happened...a slow blink. His mother had beaten
Tick, tock...goes the clockTick, tock...
goes the clock
goes the clock
goes the clock
I can't escape
goes the clock
a never ending symphony
why can't it ever leave me be?
goes the clock
in the back of my mind,
even if my ears cannot hear it
goes the clock
there is no place here,
that the ticking does not haunt me
The agonizing stress,
it makes me a mess,
when will quiet be found?
Not even away...
it's always at play
try to break them away,
remove the battery..
but there are too many, the ticks and tocks won't sway
the stress they cause is too much to carry
and so...the panic arises
a mess left to be messier,
but still...the faint..
of the clock.
How he won his homeWhispers were carried on the wind that night...whispers of the king and his tree. "The king is getting old..the king may die soon." "Who will get his home when he's gone?" the many voices of the forest's inhabitants asked one another quietly, careful not to disturb the old Nidoking in his place. "That tree is the best in the forest...it has many places to hide, many places to live." the voices would continue on, very well aware of the one listening in the shadows beyond the bushes, but paying no mind to the worthless scrap. HE certainly wouldn't be a threat to their plotting or planning, the runt couldn't fight and didn't have the bravery to go against king. They, on the other hand...or anyone else here could contend this treasure. "Should we challenge him now, while he is weaker in age? Or wait until he simply dies of his own?" they would question, each inhabitant in this place wanting that tree as their own, each determined to obtain it.
Listening intently from where he hid, the youn
Go ahead and hate me.Go ahead!
Without me ever having done anything but live and breathe.
Glare at me, look at me like I'm trash.
Maybe I'll disappear one day
I'm a nasty little kid, a bastard teenager, and a worthless man.
But know, you're what made me who I am.
I didn't know as a kid. I cried and hated it. As a teenager, I was lonely and desperate to feel loved. Now as a man, I am cold and cynical.
All that makes me happy in the world is this twisted idea of mine.
You hate me, but you can't ignore me. I'm always here, you'll always look at me. Even if you hurt me, as every single pair of eyes that lands on me ultimately wants...I will welcome it. Because then...someone is paying attention to me.
I'll insult you, I'll hurt your pride, scoff at you, goad, push, and pick at you.
But...It's only because..
I want to feel like someone cares.
And this...hate and pain, is all I know.
One by one, we wait to dieA single scream cuts the silence,
then turns to many
all we were was compliant,
We didn't cause this,
but we suffer the most
we all miss...
what did we do?
for our hosts' squabble
We know that we won't move away,
In our hearts...we feel
And each day, another of us dies
You have no heart
for our fight
It's not right.
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
Encyclopedia Wormwood DisclaimerEncyclopedia Wormwood is a comprehensive guide to the world of Pokemon and how it would exist if blended with reality as we know it, made in an attempt to bridge the gap between the kid-based framework of the Pokemon franchise and the demand for greater realism and complexity from adults that have grown up with the Pokemon world and wish to remain a part of it into the future. This encyclopedia is the work of a single individual, however, and therefore some bias is present despite the painstaking scientific research that has been undertaken to complete this exhaustive encyclopedia. Readers wishing to fully enjoy the work presented here should thus be aware of the following disclaimers in case they find the presented material questionable or lacking something of interest.
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Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence gets the best of her,
H2OVanoss / Vanolirious - HickeysI giggled slightly as Evan pushed me onto the couch, hovering over me. I stared up at him as he stared back; my mask having been thrown to the side. Evan smiled mischievously before lunging down and attacking my neck.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, followed by his tongue gently licking the spot. He continue the action in a few more spots before he bit down harder on a certain spot. I yelped quietly followed by a moan as he assaulted the spot with licks and nips. Evan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as I'm sure a bruise was now forming there. He grinned and kissed me passionately, holding us there with our lips locked for a good while.
I was out of breath and panting once he pulled away. Evan gazed at me, our faces a mere few inches apart. "I love you Jonathan." He whispered.
I smiled and pecked his lips. "I love you too, now get off." I commanded, pushing on his chest lightly. He groaned jokingly and swung his head back. "I don't wanna mom." He whined before heaving hi
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
CS - The Blood Countess, Elizabeth BathoryName: Elizabeth Bathory
Fake Names: Eliza Bates
Title: The Blood Countess
Sexual Orientation: Bi (though seems to prefer the company of women)
Age: Over 400
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Appearance: A lovely young woman with enchanting blue eyes and glistening red hair. Often dresses lavishly. Only when enraged does this beautiful facade fade, and she reveals her true form as a blood sucking monster. Often carries a parasol.
Base of Operations: Unknown as of now.
Personality: Vain and sultry. Has a deep sadistic streak. Strangely doesn't own mirrors (or not so strange if you remember the folklore).
Skills: Master seductress
Hobbies: You don't want to know.
Vampire Strength: As a vampire, Elizabeth has the strength equivalent to twenty men. As such, any meta below B rank should stay away from her.
Vampire Speed: Vampires are terrifyingly fast. Outrunning her is a near impossibility for an ordinary human.
Vampire Senses: Elizabeth's s
Ladon FAQWhat colours are ladons?
Ladons can generally be any colour, just so long as they aren't super-saturated neons or pure black/white. Please keep general colour theory in mind when designing your character though, and don't just slap on the entirety of the default MSpaint colour palette.
Geographical variants tend to have their own colour palettes:
Polar/arctic ladons are typically pale/cool colours, like the ice in their environment or occasionally earthy tones in tundra areas.
Pelagic ladons are usually slightly duller colours like dark blues but can be brightly coloured. Being at the top of their food chains, they don't need to worry about hiding from predators finding them since no other creatures will mess with them and they usually don't hunt by ambushing prey.
Abyssal/deep-sea ladons are generally either dark or pale colours, similar to other deep-sea creatures. Their bioluminescent patches are always a bright colour (occasionally whitish) to stand out.
-JUEVES 3:00 AM-
-Agencia Secreta num.15-
Sonidos proviniendo de los computadores en esa gran sala, maquinas, armas, todo lo que un buen espía utiliza, sin olvidar los relojes para que vean la hora exacta. Varias personas trabajaban a pesar de que era muy temprano, una jovencita de aproximadamente unos 19 años iba directamente a la sala de prácticas, donde se encontró con una chica pelirroja que practicaba la puntería de sus armas, mirándola con asombro, ver como jalaba el gatillo y daba muy cerca del blanco exactamente, con el minúsculo sonido de su voz, volteo de inmediato mostrándola en la mira haciendo que esta diera un pequeño salto.
-¡BAJA TUS ARMAS FLYNN!- Dijo mientras se cubría la cara con sus manos.
-Ah, eres tú-
Comenzó a bajar sus armas, de eso soplo su flequillo haciendo que se levantara y quedara como normalmente lo tiene, guarda sus armas en su cinturón que estaba alrededor
Bio: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threashName: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threash
Height: 5' 9
Hair: 3 in. below his shoulders dark gold
Occupation: Miracle worker
He carries around a special tool with him, that allows him to cure any sickness. He is renowned as an amazing miracle worker because of this, but tries desperately to keep it toned down, so people will not flock to him. He has a very thick french accent, and hasn't yet mastered English. He tends to go by the name Mark more often than his own name, due to him disliking the sound of it. He keeps well dressed, but is not rich. And refuses to charge for the healing he does.
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