Kila-T-EKila-T-E3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Digimon: MiniDramon (Grey) (She's fan made)
Personality: She doesn't like to stand out and is very shy. Is very kind when you get to know her. She doesn't complain much when she's referred to as a male, in fact she rarely even point the mistake.
Description: Grey-light purple scaled skin that covers her whole body. Dinosaur/Dragon like head covered by a metallic helmet resembling GigaDramon's. Darker purple short hair can be seen coming out from the back of the helmet. She has mechanical/metal wings, again resembling GigaDramon but smaller scaled. She has only 2 fingers per hands(2 hands only) and those fingers are metallic like the helmet and wings, in fact the fingers are the missiles launched during her Dark Side Missile attack. They regrow shortly after the attack.
Basically she's more or less a rookie miniature version of GigaDramon. Shares the same colour palette as it and it's lack of feet. She has a long tail. She has Yellow eyes with a tin pupil.
Just The Way You Are A blanket of snow met Viximon as she made her way outside the dorms. It had taken her a lot of effort to get this far, especially opening the various doors in the way, but she had her reasons. She was in the process of leaving for the Digital world without her partner, a decision she had made early that morning when she woke up beside him. She’d slept beside him the previous night like she had since their ordeal with the black cloud, but this morning had been… different. She’d been in a bit of a slump ever since their fight the previous day, and her long-awaited Digivolution to the Champion level. Except when it had happened, her Champion form wasn’t what anyone had been expecting. She and Greg had been going around for months explaining how she would digivolve to Kyuubimon, but they’d been wrong, and she felt embarrassed by that fact. Instead of the large yelloJust The Way You Are3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let Happy Digimon LieLet Happy Digimon Lie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The box said to put the popcorn in for two to four minutes. It never specified that putting it in for two minutes meant it didn't pop at all, and putting it in for four mean it came out like charcoal, stinking out the entire apartment, and halting, rather impressively, the plans Eva and Tom had for the evening.
It was the first time, in days, there hadn't been a Digimon attack, and the first time in days neither of them had been exhausted and wanted to go to bed early, or had already made plans to do something. They had kept the evening free. Eva finished work early, and Tom completed the errands he needed to do, and he was able to pick her up from the bakery.
They'd rented a couple of movies that hadn't been able to see yet, and Tom bought a couple of packets of 'do-it-yourself' popcorn. One had already been demolished by Irbimon and Poemon, and the other Tom had left in Eva's care while he'd set up the DVD. It had filled the apartment with the smell of burning, and Eva's face had fal
From the Desk of Captain Madigan S. SterlingProject: A-1 Prototype “Koschey”From the Desk of Captain Madigan S. Sterling2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Test no. 3320b
Re: New Items
First Item: Nature of Souls in A-1
It has come to our attention through a series of tests that the souls comprising the created A-1 Prototype (henceforth referred to as “Koschey”) are not, as was previously thought, fused into one entity. They retain their individuality, though they are not strong enough to break free. They also retain limited memories of their previous lives, though their only memories seem to consist of how they died. These souls individually desire to leave the collective. If the Cossack is not killed and the rock is not sealed soon, then it is possible that souls will begin to escape.
Second Item: New Arrivals
We have recently come into the possession of a number of animals reclaimed from the Rogue encampments. Some of them are very young, and one exhibits an odd colouration. We believe this may be caused by unusual gene pattern. It is encouraged that we ex
A World Without Circuits, pt. IIChapter IIA World Without Circuits, pt. II3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air tasted dry, like dirt even and had no sort of humidity whatsoever. Every time she took a step forward, crunches from the sandy ground echoed in her ears. It was quiet and windless, which made Code'e worry. Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings but she could only gulp as the confusion and panic washed over her senses. Where was she?!
She had ran and ran what seemed like a million times around this eerie wasteland but nothing like life forms or cities were visible for miles. How had she wounded up in a desert was beyond her comprehension. Code'e had tried to analyze the situation, tried to recall any missing links between being in the hands of a colossal, fog-like monster to being stranded in a dry, personal hell. Why was she here? Why?
Wait, where was Lopmon? She looked around frantically, the panic finally swallowing her whole as she did. Without her partner, she was surely going to lose it. "Lopmon, where are you? Stop playing tricks on me!" Code
A World Without Circuits, pt. IChapter IA World Without Circuits, pt. I3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It's not like she had another choice. She had to run through the field, eyes almost blinded by the dark fog, and fight her way through. She had to save the Astra and the rest of the Digimon tamers, or else it would be the end. Yes, fight for herself, for him, for her friends. Everybody else was so courageous, fending off the fog even though they were surely frightened about how much harm could come to them or the others. So why was she so hesitant? Adrenaline rushed through her veins, and right now, she could not quit. It was her destiny from the moment that Digi-Egg had popped out of her computer screen, she was bound to a life of happiness and tragedy.
But Greg and Viximon, they were still back there. Would they be okay? She wanted to return to Greg and hug him, even if just for a moment. Not even an hour or so ago, she had kissed him and been happy. But now here they were, split from one another until the fight ended.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she look
Captive Hearts Chapter 3Captive Hearts Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Weeks passed since then. Time seemed to drag on and on, everyone's spirits had since been doused. No one was chipped anymore. Except for Gregory d'Quincy, that is. However, Xavier had long since formed the idea that they would never escape. It had been several months since he was captured by is old Master; weeks since Jason was also taken No one was coming to get them. It was all an empty hope He had thought several times over about just ending it all. But he simply couldn't bring himself to do so. Not because he wasn't strong enough to do it. No, no. But because of his one special person.
Every time the thought of suicide crossed his mind, every time he told himself he was going to do it, Jason always stopped him. However, the purple-haired male wasn't even aware he was doing anything. All Xavier had to do was look at him, or think of him, or hear his voice, and it would take all of his power not to burst into tears and apologize over and over for even thin
Birds in the Storm“…Mum?”Birds in the Storm2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere in the darkness a candle coughed and flickered to life—the power was out again, and even if it hadn’t been electric lights weren’t allowed due to the recent rash of bombings. Lillian Grey cradled the little flame with a cupped hand to keep it from going out as she picked her way to a room down the hall. Once there she found a small, tearfully frightened face peeping out from under the shelter of a bedspread. Something that wasn’t thunder rumbled in the distance and the face abruptly disappeared behind the safety of the covers. Somewhere nearby a mechanical banshee began to wail.
“They’re back, mum.” mumbled a snuffling voice.
Lillian carefully set the candle on the bedside table where it wouldn’t spill over and moved to sit on the bed, carefully peeling back the blankets to reveal the little boy who promptly clung to her. “I know, love. They woke me u
End Run is Just Awesome (Discovery Channel Parody)*Alex Collins and Eryn Bradford flying high above the Earth in their respective Spitfires*End Run is Just Awesome (Discovery Channel Parody)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Alex: Nevehr gets old, des it?
Alex: Ya know, it kind of makes ya wanna
Eryn: Break into song?
Alex: ..What? Um.. ok.
Eryn: I love the mountains,
Xander Selié *in the Strigoi Viu*: I love the clear blue skies,
Alex: I love tha missions,
Eugene Lauderdale *riding Jasmine*: I love when landsharks fly
Mathis Montague *at his game reserve*: J'adore ze whole world, et all its sights and sounds,
*various characters*: Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da!
Digby Ford *at the beach*: I love the ocean,
Dante Emilien *with his Arboks*: I love my giant snakes,
Leroy Solis *driving a Jeep*: I love to go FAST!
William Copernicus *on the Celaeno: I love our history,
David Avery: I love the whole world,
Mouse: and all its craziness,
*various characters* Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da!
Connie Naylor *with Goldie*: I love Gyrados,
DW: Thunderstorm It was a gloomy morning. The dark belly of the sky was heavy with moisture. It spewed out rain in bitter waves, soaking everything in its foul temper. Water poured off of the rooftops and crashed into deep puddles below. Thin yellow grass bent underneath the opposing storm, trembling slightly in the downpour. The sidewalk was caked in fog, unable to escape the seeping coldness of the rain. Even the trees stooped to avoid enraged cracks of lightning that streaked across the sky, and easily snapped and scorched whatever stood against it. The streetlights remained an eerie warmth in the otherwise despairing scene. A few soaked moths clung hopelessly to the lamps, and would occasionally give up and drop into the flood below.DW: Thunderstorm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A group of children in brightly colored raincoats congregated around a gray bus stop sign. They chattered and laughed and howled like chimps. They were completely oblivious to the fierce downpour, save f
Catch that Derpy Filly"Ditzy Grab her!" The Doctor yelled. "I'm trying but she's, er, I am, was so unpredictable!" Derpy replied as she flew after a small grey Pegasus filly who was flying in odd patterns in the sky. "Muffins!" The little Filly said happily as she zig zagged uncontrollably in the sky following the scent of muffins.Catch that Derpy Filly3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'How could I have let this happen!?' Ditzy Doo thought as she tried to catch the little filly. 'How could I not have noticed her get in the TARDIS before we left!?"
"Ditzy she's almost reached ponyville!" Doctor Whooves yelled up. "We can't let her get in the Ponyville of this time!"
Ditzy tried to fly faster but no matter what the grey pony ahead of her was out maneuvering her by accident. Suddenly the wind picked up. "Oh no!" Ditzy said as she watched as the small pony got pushed by the wind and went flying "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The filly cried in joy. The filly landed in a mattress cart outside of Sugar Cube corner a few blocks away.
Hetalia x Reader: Walmart Pranking Spree pt.1Hetalia x Reader: Walmart Pranking Spree pt.12 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Muahahaha. . .Muahahahahaha. . .MUAHAHAHAHA. . ." Megan and ______ laughed to themselves as France, Spain, and Prussia came into their living room.
"Hey frau, do you have any- Hey, vhat are you guys laughing about?" Gilbert Prussia froze at the devious look on Megan's face and the gleeful one on _____'s. Spain, who was searching Megan's fridge, turned around to look at them, with his face stuffed with tomato. France momentarily stopped looking at his reflection to look at Megan and _____, who were now practically rolling on the floor laughing.
"Megan had this AWESOME idea-"
"I vill judge zat. Vhat is it?"
"Pranking" Small pause. "Walmart~" _______ giggled. Gilbert stared at _______, then looked back at Megan.
"Really?! Oh mein got, vhat did you have in mind?!" He 'kesesesese-ed' and gathered the rest of the guys to listen.
. . .
"Okay, cue France!!" Megan grinned her grin. France came into the store, arm in arm with ______, and skipped to the lingerie sections singing, "
A Night at Pinetop's TavernSomewhere in the back alleys of the city's older section there was a crumbling brick building that had been around since before ragtime music was popular. Hanging above a faded green door that led down to the building's cellar was a wooden sign, and despite the peeling paint, you could still make out the bar's name: Pinetop's Tavern. Nobody really knew when Pinetop's first opened; local folks would tell you it had been there since time began, and the world had grown up around it. It was one of those places where the lighting was always dim and the cigarette smoke never dissipated and the cloud you were breathing now had probably been around since W. C. Handy was still alive.A Night at Pinetop's Tavern2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pinetop's Tavern was a blues joint, and it had been around almost as long as blues music itself. Blues music was a lot simpler than most kinds of musicsimpler chords, simpler lyrics, and most blues musicians couldn't read sheet music. The genre was born on some unknown plantation in the forgotten Deep
France and CleverbotFrance: Oh hon hon~~! Bonjour!France and Cleverbot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cleverbot: Where is our house located?
France: In Paris, mon cher~ Would you care to visit? We can play some games~...
Cleverbot: I'm playing to World of Warcraft.
France: Really? e3e.
Cleverbot: Don't you want to love me?
France: I love everyone~! Oh hon hon~.
Cleverbot: What is your wife wearing right now?
France: I have no wife~ I love many people, I don't know who to choose to be mine forever~ <3.
Cleverbot: I cannot divulge that information. Sorry!
France: Oh hon~ that is quite alright mon cher~.
Cleverbot: I did no such thing.
France: So how are you? *holds your hand*.
Cleverbot: *looks at his eyes*.
France: *smiles and squeezes hand lightly*.
France: How are you, my dear~?
Cleverbot: I'm fine, how are you?
France: *winks* I'm doing wonderful, with you by my side~.
France: Would you care to go on a walk with me~?
Cleverbot: I don't think it's the right season for that.
France: Well, we can dress warm
The Dungeons and Dragons GeekAnd in our group there was a Dragons geekThe Dungeons and Dragons Geek8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His skin was white, and his body was weak
But what he lacked in strength and body mass
He made up for in knowledge of Wee Jas.
He warned the others about her powers
His truthful teaching went on for hours.
After he was done, the Pardoner said,
"You and I are brothers, my good friend!"
"Dear sir, are you accusing me of lies?
I swear to Vecna my words have no ties
They are free and true, Nerull strike me down.
You say we are brothers? To that I frown."
There is no loyal a man than the geek.
Just ask the elves, orcs, or dwarves: they'll shriek
And talk of his goodness and vast wisdom
Surpassing that of a silver dragon.
Even Erythnul will show him pardon
For his path has been chosen by Fharlanghn.
He is destined to help those most in need,
To spread the word and sew the seed
Of Gods and Goddesses seated most high,
Which can be hard, since he hardly sees sky.
DisillusionedDisillusioned2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to
Popular!America x Geek!Reader-The Heroes ProloguePopular!America x Geek!Reader The Heroes ProloguePopular!America x Geek!Reader-The Heroes Prologue2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were sitting at your desk on your laptop. The bedroom door was shut and no one else was home to bother you. You were playing Cry of Fear on your laptop when the obnoxious Skype ringtone went off. Pausing the game, you clicked on the icon on your desktop to accept the video chat. It was Alfred, your best friend.
"Yo, (f/n)! Wha-" he began, only to be cut off by your screams. As soon as you had accepted the call you had started the game again, leaving Alfred's little window open in the corner.
"JESUS CHRIST! THIS GUY KEEPS FOLLOWING ME! Let's jump up on him! Let's ride him. WHOO!" you shouted. A zombie thing was crawling around after you, and, being the weird girl you were, you made the best of it. Alfred laughed through the rest of your mini-zombie-rave-thing.
"Ha ha! I'm riding him! All right. Not like I ride your mom. Let me go. TAKE ME TO MORDOR. What? ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY. RIDE. A ZOMBIE. INTO MORDOR. Die. Okay. I'm done no
ImmortalityImmortality2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The year is 10,080 A.D......
A man sits alone at a bar, nursing a drink, as patrons walk in and out of it.
Though he is alone, it's as if he is surrounded by memories of days when he felt alive.
"When was it?" He thought to himself.
The Limiter had broken long ago...the Dragon rampaged...war upon war upon war had been waged.
The face of the man he hated, danced in a distant memory before his eyes.
The man who started everything.
"That Man...who could forget him?"
"You say something, son?" A crusty old bartender, washing his glasses looked at the stranger with long grey hair tied in back, and busted headguard plate that once said "Rock You" now barely bolted together.
Even though his hair had turned a ghostly white...he didn't look a day older than 25.
"Nothing. Just remembering something..."
Though in appearance to anyone else, it looked as though an old man was talking to a younger man nursing a drink...but in reality it was the reverse.
"What's your name, son?"
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
In Honor of Khaleesi Davis and Other WomenA thigh gapIn Honor of Khaleesi Davis and Other Women1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not a landmark
on a heart map.
Scars are stories.
fun days in
Tattoos a garden
of chosen flowers
and every hair
a blade of human grass.
Great ass is not
it’s a comment
on society socially objectifying.
it’s not the features in magazines
they airbrush up
but the little things
they photoshop off
that I love about you.
:SPOILERS: BBS Vanitas Ending:SPOILERS: BBS Vanitas Ending4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After the defeat of Aqua, with Ventus there to witness it, Ven is filled with Rage. As he Battles his Other half, tears fill his eyes, with thoughts of his lost friend. Vanitas Only fights untill he is weak enough to Merge together with Ven (just like he did in BBS) but instead of being defeated by the *Last Word* Command, Vanitas Strikes the Beam of Darkness* and knocks Ven into Sleep. Vanitas, now having all control of Ven,(and who has now disappeared from the stain glass window awakening) and wields the fully complete X-Blade in his hand, heads up to Master Xehanort at the top of the cliff where they parted to carry out their plans, but Xehanort is nowhere to be found.
Vanitas then starts a journey to search for Xehanort, destroying worlds in the process. Having all the worlds population surrender to the Dark, Unleashing Unverse, and Recreating the Worlds in the Image of darkness.
When he comes across Xehanort, now Terranort, he duals him in Raident Garden. After only a few Seconds
Blank EntryInspector Andel removed her contact screens and allowed herself a small sigh of nostalgia. She had borrowed a tablet from the archives department, and now weathered hands were flicking their way through cold case files. Hand-typed files. She'd almost forgotten that she used to deliver reports just like these.Blank Entry3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's not the 20s any more, Andel. We don't use tablets."
Andel had been too absorbed to notice Dieter sneaking up on her until the overbearing git had pulled up a chair opposite. Dieter was tall, young, charismatic, and by all accounts was everything Andel was not.
"Cold cases," she said, with a lot less venom than she had intended, "It's the only way to view the reports."
Dieter leaned back and propped his feet up on her desk. "Ah yes, cold cases. Well I suppose you have to do something while your officers are out with the response teams."
She ignored the feet bouncing obtrusively at her. It was too late to say anything now – she had to pretend they never bothered h
Fangirl's guide to KuroUnits: Sebastian MichaelisCongratulations, you have bought your very own KuroUnit! By taking the time to read this guide, you will be informed about how to care for your Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit. Taking care of these KuroUnits is a big responsiblity, and takes a lot of patience. However you will eventually grow a deep bond with your new kuroUnit.Fangirl's guide to KuroUnits: Sebastian Michaelis2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With your new Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit, it comes with a few things:
A Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit comes with:
-a black butler's outfit
-Phantomhive's head butler pin.
-a "few" cats
-A fancy victorian tea set.
-A tutor's outfit (optional)
-Silverware (forks and knives. Not to be used as dinner ware. Used as weapons)
-a limited warranty if there are any problems that need to be fixed on your KuroUnit.
Act now and you can get "Tutor" mode, "nekomimi" mode and his true form for half the price!
How to activate Sebastian Michaelis KuroUnit
Sebastian Michaelis, being "One Hell of a butler" will arrive in a black
Combat ZonesHe wakes up in Vietnam every night,Combat Zones1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."