Legend of The Rising Star - Intro
Legend tells about humanoid machines called "Vocaloids" that double as messengers for the gods. They are the children of the Goddess of Machinery and serve as some of the many saviors of the world of Divixus - a haven for the strange and the mystical.
On this planet, there exists ethereal beings and magic that revolves around the manipulation of the Eight Elements - eight properties that serve the backbone of how the universe works: the illustrious Light, the creeping Darkness, the twin-sided Luna, scorching Flame, icy Frost, verdant Earth, tempest-ridden Cloud and the unifying Null. The elements serve as the root of all magic used on the planet and rely on their opposite to be complete.
Over the course of Divixus's history, the Vocaloids and their allies have endlessly fended off the forces of the Deathmoon Family, the Nachzehrer empire and the Apocalytes, powerhungry evils that reave destruction in their path.
As loyal vanguards of the Lunardream Family, the rulers of Heaven thems
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The way I felt for so long. So long..
I remember the day I started to feel like this..
In the end, it work out more than what I thought.
My memory went back to that day..that event.
The event that made our ranger lives into a dangerous and exciting adventure.
We were flying to Oblivia..On our way to a mission..just talking away with smiles and no worry..
Until the Pinchers came...who chased Latios...As rangers we had to stop the Pinchers...
Dodging the plasma beams, yelling at each other in case one was about to hit us..we smirked as the grunts sweat in worry...
Then another man came, blond hair with a tint of red, his dark red eyes glaring at us.
The man, called Red Eyes, smirked as he readied his machine...I was unable to move out of fear as he pointed it towards me..
Red Eyes smirked as he hit the button on his machine, a large green plasma ball coming at me..I screamed as I closed my eyes.
"Minami!" I heard yelling. A few seconds I opened
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Sighing, the young boy shifted uncomfortably in his spot under a shaded tree. He was grateful to be able to have at least a little bit of relief from the harsh summer weather, but his long shirt still seemed glued to his chest, his hair stuck to his sweaty scalp. His single ponytail draped along his back, shining in the sun iridescently. Pressing his head to the warm bark of the tree, he tried to mask his long hair. Long hair wasn't the norm for boys of his age; it wasn't the norm for any man.
"You know, Sateriajis, I quite adore your hair. I
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A Pokemon One-Shot
Silver hated holidays. He just simply never saw any reason to celebrate them. The fact that his birthday fell the day before one of the major holidays (Christmas) didn't help matters. But if there was one holiday he hated, one holiday he absolutely, vehemently could not stand, it was Valentine's Day. As a matter of fact, he was pretty much the self-proclaimed Scrooge of Valentine's Day. All the people, rushing about giving flowers and chocolates in heart-shaped boxes to one another, gushing on and on and on about how much they loved the other one more...it was enough to make him vomit. Every February 14th he was subjected to seeing the paper cut-out hearts and the Cupids out on display...Seriously, who in the hell thought that a fat, half-naked baby was a good mascot for a holiday?
And thus that was the reason he