We may change, but time passes the same as always.I find it curious how time passes. I am not considered an adult, but I feel that little withing me has changed. But I know that it has. I can feel it and, you know, it kind of makes me sad. To see how things have some and gone. To see how life passes us up unwittingly. My evolution as an artist, the way that I write, my motivations, even the way that I act and speak. It has changed so utterly that if you were to see the child that I was, the child that is still preserved on these accounts, the child that is documented on these very pages, how recognizable would I be?More Like This
This is the first time that I have come onto here in what feels like years. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. But I do wonder. Out of everyone who I cared for in the years that I passed on here, how many of you are still here? You know, I considered starting anew on here. But I don't think I will. I have grown. I am a new person, and there is no denying that. But I have missed so much. About the people here. About y
Beyond the Sun - Across the Sun SequelI pressed the doorbell on my neighbors’ house several times, which I decided a year or so ago would be my personal signal. I used to just walk inside—I was, after all, the one who got them the deal on this house, so it was clearly as much mine as it was theirs—but that had backfired on me once when I entered in on an X-rated scene. So, since then, I had taken to using the doorbell because I never wanted to see that again.More Like This
“Would you stop doing that?” my tall silver-haired friend demanded as he opened the door, rubbing his temple with his eyes squeezed shut. “You’re giving me a headache.”
I smiled, stepping up into his threshold and glancing around the foyer. “Ah, nothing changes, does it?” I asked, and Steven finally opened his eyes, only to glare at me. “Sorry, Stevie. It’s been forever since I last saw you, and I have this jar, you see, that I’ve been having a hard time opening lately. And, of course, it
Daddy Dearest - HoennchampionshippingThinking back on it, it was a curious thing that I met his father before I met him. Now, I couldn't imagine what we would be like if I had never met his father. In fact, maybe I wouldn't have met him at allor maybe he would have been just like every other trainer out there. But because I met his father, he meant something to me.More Like This
So, it was fate that I met his father.
I had only been trying to do the right thing; Team Aqua had been wrong in stealing Mr. Briney's Pokémon and the Devon goods, and I was simply in the right place at the right time to stop them. I didn't ask to become Mr. Stone's personal delivery girl, nor did I intend to make the job permanent. I was simply the "reliable" one.
As the "responsible and reliable girl" that I was, Mr. Stone, the president of the Devon Corporation requested that I deliver both the stolen-and-then-retrieved goods and a letter for him. The goods would go to Slateport, where I needed to pass through anyways in order to make it to Mauvil
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“May, are you ready to go?”
I poked my head into her hospital room, glancing around the room for her. The sheets had been pulled up on the bed, and she was instead sitting in one of the chairs facing out the window. She didn’t turn around when I walked into the room, and when I sat down in the chair next to her, she didn’t tear her eyes away from the window either.
“It was safe here,” she muttered quietly, probably more for herself to hear than for me. I reached out and held her hand, squeezing her fingers, and she finally looked at me. Her face was fuller now, her skin peachy once again. When we first came, her eyes lost much of their fire, but I was starting to see it again.
Now, though, she seemed a little sad, even when she smiled at me. I couldn’t blame her, really. Things had been chaotic once everyone found out that May was alive and back on the map. When the police got word that two men
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It wasn’t that Steven lied, but realistically, it wasn’t exactly possible for the two of us to see each other every day the way things currently were.
But we did see each other at least once per week, which was more than I could ask. If I wasn’t taking challengers, I was training, and if Steven wasn’t looking for rocks, then he was going to other regions on business. Once a week was a blessing on our schedules.
When I missed him, my hand would find that pocket on my bag, and I’d remember that he wasn’t so far away.
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“Ah…” The woman challenging me put her hands on her knees and panted, but she still managed a sincere smile for me. “Ah, ha, ha, you’re strong. How long have you been Champion?”
I put my hands on my hips, and my Swampert retreated to my side, rubbing against me. “Two years today, actually.”
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All I wanted to do was go exploring a little the first day I moved into Littleroot. I should’ve known all along that things were never that easy.
“Hey! I can hear someone shouting out there!” a little boy cried from the edge of the forest.
I didn’t know him, but I felt an obligation to help.
I hurried into the forest, where a man in a lab coat had fallen to the ground, and a wild Pokémon bared its teeth at him.
There wasn’t much of a choice. I grabbed the first Poké Ball I saw in his bag.
Different choices created different paths in life, and while I wondered what the paths I didn’t take might look like, I wouldn’t say I would change anything.
Sure, maybe in another life I would have sent someone else to help Professor Birch, but if I had done that, I might not have gotten my Mudkip. How many other things would change from that?
If I was the passive typ
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“So, you would’ve stayed?”
Steven pursed his lips, and his cheeks flushed slightly as he shifted in his seat. “I don’t know, May.” He was uncomfortable… this didn’t bode well for me. “I’m just saying that you’re not the reason I left. I had things that I needed to take care of.”
“But what if I asked you to stay?” I stood up, my hands flat on the table. “You’re the one who always said you hoped to see me again! Did you lie? All along?”
“Don’t be selfish. I needed to take some time for myself. Just accept that.”
He had never raised his voice at me before. To hear it now was like a slap in the face, and I sunk back into my chair.
It was selfish to tie everything back to me. He wrote in his letter that he wanted to do some soul-searching, so why did I think it might be anything other than th
Blank OC Reference SheetCharacter Reference Sheet-nessMore Like This
Basically this reference sheet covers pretty much everything a person would ever need to know about your character.. and then some.
Lets face it. If somebody were to just glance over the reference sheet, at least you can feel some reassurance in knowing that they got the bare minimum
Please if youre going to give your character some ungodly, few centuries old, age, make sure to include what age they looks like. Otherwise all shall assume they appear to be a rumpled piece of leather, ran over by some sort of moving vehicle, after being regurgitated by a cat. Obviously, this is a little pet peeve of mine.
List three to five most important things about your character.
If nothing else, people will know this much. This section can also be moved to another part of sheet if preferable.
Next most important part, next
Comfort in the StormN grunted and rolled over in bed, the howling winds outside splattering rain noisily against the window, distracting him from focusing on getting to sleep. It had started raining shortly before he and his wife, Touko, went to bed, but it had quickly escalated into a ravaging storm. N gave a silent thanks that he had a warm, sturdy house he was safe in. There had been many nights when he hadn't...More Like This
A sudden noise almost made him sit up. It was extremely faint, especially with the storm outside, but N's abnormally keen hearing picked it up. He lay still, listening. Someone was calling him and Touko.
"Daaaadddyyyy...!" he heard a muffled wail from down the hall, just heard over the rain.
"Nemises." N quickly sat up, throwing the covers off his body. Touko groaned and rolled over.
"Babe...Did Nemy wake up...?" she murmured.
"Yeah," N answered before entering the hallway. He hastily walked down the corridor, lightning illuminating his surroundings. As he got closer to his daughter's room, he
Sneaky SurpriseN was curled up on the couch, a red Santa hat on his head, and a book in his hand. He reached to take a sip of the hot cocoa on the table next to him before setting it back on the coaster. Christmas carols played quietly on the stereo, and delicious smells wafted from the kitchen, accompanied by the fresh scent of a burning candle. The heat made N feel sleepy and content as he gazed absentmindedly out the window, watching the first few fat snowflakes fall to the ground as a fresh snow storm arrived.More Like This
"N?" Touko's voice beckoned him. He didn't answer right away, his mind still lost in the bliss surrounding him.
A sharp tap on his shoulder shook him from his thoughts and made him turn.
"Ah, sorry Tou-"
He was interrupted by the feeling of a pair of soft lips suddenly pressing against his.
N's eyes widened briefly, then quickly closed as he realized his girlfriend was kissing him. She briefly ran her bent fingers against his cheek as her sweet smell enveloped him.
N felt warmth shoot throu