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DustyTheLarvitar OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 67 |
Posted: Sat, 20/05/2023 14:10 (1 Year ago) |
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Cath~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Mon, 15/05/2023 13:37 (1 Year ago) |
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Cath~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Sun, 07/05/2023 23:35 (2 Years ago) |
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Eventually she found an old red dress she had inherited. Jack prayed it would fit well enough. She hurried to put the dress on, and then rushed back out of the room. The ornate wooden clock on the wall said she'd been gone for two minutes. Not bad. "Is this good enough?" She said with a much warmer smile. [Read more] |
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ImKendo OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Fri, 05/05/2023 01:30 (2 Years ago) |
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I take that statement back. She was not good at waiting. She jumped out of the shadows, grinning like a Maniac. She tied her hair back, gripping her sword tightly. "Name's Lydia Satou, engrave it into your minds~!" [Read more] |
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MimiPallas OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 140 |
Posted: Thu, 06/04/2023 23:16 (2 Years ago) |
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Who are you REALLY?! The psycho neighbor? The alien from Mars coming to steal our moms? The old pervert? The young justice Maniac? The neet fantasy fanatic? I just know you're that alien that's been trying to steal my mom but I wanna hear it from you! Spill the beans! [Read more] |
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ImKendo OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Mon, 03/04/2023 02:40 (2 Years ago) |
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kendo seemed genuinely mad. What a surprise. [Read more] |
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ImKendo OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Sat, 01/04/2023 01:00 (2 Years ago) |
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The victors are often the underhanded, the slimy, the traitorous. The ones who survive are the ones who have nothing to lose, and everything to gain. The ones who live are the ones who are willing to do anything for their goals. Magic and swords, fortresses, monsters, elves, wizards, all of that is crucial to the world in which you live. You always strived to be one of the best in your field. After years of chasing your goal, bettering the world as gou travelled, willingly or not, you were betrayed in the end, cut down by your allies. It's a timeless story. But as the world's greatest heroes were killed, be it by jealousy or hatred, the ones with nothing to lose doomed themselves. The demons. The demons arrived in this mystical world. The victors doomed humanity. So, collectively, those who betrayed you came together and agreed on one thing. "What use is writing history if there is no one to read it?" And after years of lying dead in your grave, you've been awoken, revived, returned from the gates of the afterlife. All of the greatest heroes, called upon to protect the last standing stronghold of humanity, the Vatican. Will you betray humanity, or will you side with the ones who stabbed you in the back? Your decision matters. Form  Show
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Name -> Abyss Age -> 27 Alias -> The Godslayer Profession -> Mercenary Appearance -> Abyss stands tall, at an enormous 6'7, with eyes the color of the azure waters of the ocean, and hair a vibrant shade of golden-brown, reaching to his shoulders. He's quite intimidating, and probably would be even more terrifying if he straightened his posture and didn't primarily wear baggy clothes that gave the impression of him being incredibly thin. A golden ring sits on his finger, magic circles carved into it, turning it into a dimensional space. Personality -> [Chaotic Evil] For a hero, Abyss doesn't act like one. Underhanded, tricky, and an absolute Maniac, Abyss is willing to do absolutely anything to win. He's completely, utterly, unquestionably evil. he lies, manipulates and kills. he loves blowing things up, watching people die. Fighting Style -> An erratic, often-changing fighting style, he carries dozens of different weapons on him at all times. he dual wield different types of weapons at once, being strong enough to lift two handed weapons with one hand. Backstory -> Other? Rules Show
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1. Mind your manners. 2. Minimal swearing, and if you can, censor it. 3. Romance IS allowed. 4. Hit me up if you want to contribute plot points 5. No godmodding, no bunnying, etc, etc. 6. Have fun 7. Don't exploit rules that are not listed here. [Read more] |
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truCrystalBorf ONLINE  Forum Posts: 312 |
Posted: Mon, 27/03/2023 12:19 (2 Years ago) |
Title: Chapter 3: RestCat grinned, the success of her first real, serious mission giving her a boost of confidence. She elbowed Ganondorf playfully, “Hey. We should pull off a combo move on the next mission.” He placed a hand under his chin, thinking. “Well, the opponent would have to be large enough that we don’t miss, so I’ll say maybe.” “Hmm… Alright. So fifty-fifty chance of pulling off the Blazing Fastball?” “Is that what we’re calling it now?” “Yes.” She heard him sigh in defeat, and she chuckled, “Well, if we come up with something better, the name can change. But, for now, it’s Blazing Fastball.” The Academy became larger as they got closer. When they arrived, they would have enough time to rest. Buzz had said that there was a place where they could go for information, but it would wait until everyone was rested. She looked around at the landing area, ears perked up. There’s the Minis, Flynn, Cali… Wait. Where was Tucker? Usually when her or Ganondorf (or both of them) returned, he would be there waiting for them. When they landed, Cat took off before Buzz could speak. “You guys can catch me up later!” she called. “I just want to check on someone!” Her mind began to race with the many things that could’ve happened to him He could’ve gotten into the vents again. Or maybe he’s stuck and no one can hear him. Maybe he got sick! Or maybe- She wasn’t worried. Of course she wasn’t. She just wanted to know how he was doing, that’s all. .. … Okay, she was worried. Ever since her and Ganondorf met Tucker at the Nature Preserve, he had stuck to them almost like glue. She couldn’t shake him off unless a mission or request was too dangerous, such as the one she had just gotten done with. Of course, she knew he could handle being alone, but she just couldn’t help but worry. He was just a kid, after all. Sometimes they could get into trouble if left unsupervised. Hopefully he didn’t get into trouble again. “Cat, wait.” She skidded to a halt and turned around. Cali had followed her. “Tucker’s not in trouble, before you ask,” she said, and Cat sighed in relief. “Well, that’s one thing out of the way. Where is he?” “It’d be better if you waited for the rest of your team, first,” she replied, smiling. Almost as if she knew something Cat didn’t. She wanted to pry a little further, but something told her she’d ruin something. A surprise, probably. So, she didn’t ask anymore questions, and waited. Soon enough, the rest of her team caught up, and she bounded over to Ganondorf. “So,” he started, “did you find him?” She shook her head, voice holding a hint of worry “Cali said she knew where he was, and said to wait for everyone else.” Ganondorf placed a hand on her shoulder, a small feeling of calm washing through her. He nodded, “You shouldn’t worry so much. If Cali knows where he is, then Tucker is doing fine.” “Alright, team! Head to the cafeteria for refueling.” They stopped their conversation, doing as they were told and made their way to the cafeteria. Cat could hear her stomach growling, and she knew she definitely needed it. She had spent energy using her cybernetics, and now she needed to regain it. Well, the good thing was that she would get to eat. Wonder what today’s selection is. As they continued down the hall, the smell of something sweet became more and more apparent, and it made Cat a little more hungry. “If I were to take a guess, we’re having cake,” she said, a playful tone in her voice. “Or it could be something entirely different. Like a pie,” Ganondorf pointed out, a playful tone in his voice as well, though not as much as Cat’s. She made a face at the mention of pie, “Bleh, you actually like that stuff?” “You actually like cake?” he retorted. Cat huffed, “More sugar means more energy. Energy that my cybernetics need." When Ganondorf began to chuckle at this, she could feel her cheeks burning a little. Gah! Why does he gotta be difficult? By the time they reached the cafeteria doors, the smell was strong. Strong enough that Cat’s mouth was watering a little. They opened the door, and both Cat and Ganondorf’s guesses as to what was made for the group were proven wrong. On one of the tables, the source of the sweet smell were several fruit dessert ‘pizzas’, freshly made. Fruits and Berries, specifically the sweeter Berries from the Isles of Arc. A more healthy option compared to what was sometimes served. “Okay, now this is a treat,” she said, taking a couple steps forward in excitement. Then, she noticed a small shape climb up behind the pizzas, two, short-furred ears poking up. “There you are, Tucker!” In response to his name, the Drow hybrid poked his head above the table, his white eyes sparkling. “I helped make the food!” he squeaked excitedly before he hopped down from the table’s seat and ran up to Cat. He jumped up, and she swiftly caught him in a hug. “You didn’t get into trouble this time, did you?” “Nope!” She let out a sigh of relief. At least he’s safe. Then, she glanced at the treats on the table. Looking back at Tucker, she smiled, “How about we go ahead and chow down?” Within a few minutes, everyone was seated at the table, enjoying the treats made for them. Cat was in the middle of telling a story. “I was buying time for the General and Commander to safely get the Huttlet back to Tatooine.” She pointed to the scar on her face, grinning, “During the fight, she managed to hit me. But, she missed my eyes. When my other General arrived, we managed to fend her off, and she retreated.” A more toned down version of the events, but it would have to do. Tucker stared at her, eyes wide with admiration and wonder. “So that’s how you got the cool scar!” She nodded, a grin still present as she added, “Yep. Of course, every time me and her clashed again, I never let her forget she missed. Though, at the end of the war, she had a change of heart. Wonder where she is now…” Tucker stood up on the seat, “Maybe she’s going on adventures like you!” “I would hope so,” she said, albeit a little too quickly. She turned to Ganondorf, quickly changing the topic, “What about you? Got any stories you haven’t told us yet?” She watched as all pairs of eyes turned to him, and she hid her relief. Still. A part of her hoped that she was doing alright, wherever she was. “Well, there was a time when I was still wandering the desert beyond Hyrule in my self exile, when I saved a group of traveling merchants from monsters. It’s rare to see them out so far, but people learned that it didn’t mean roads were safe.” “What kinds of monsters?” “A group of Lizalfos. Electric ones, mostly. There were also some monsters that I’ve never seen before. A couple flying ones, which were a little difficult to take down.” “Oh, so they fly now?” Before she could get an answer, the familiar alert of her commlink went off, and she glanced down. A message had been sent to her, most likely sent by Skywalker himself. She picked it up and read it. Anakin: Hey, how’d the grand opening go? She smiled before texting her reply. Cat: You won’t believe what happened today. It’s a long story. Might be on the news, though. Anakin: That exciting? Remind me to come with you next time. Cat: No can do. Skylander business only. Anakin: Cat, you’re a part-time Skylander. Cat: Still counts. She nearly started cackling to herself at her own response. Technically, she was right. Then she got a reply. Anakin: Well, just letting you know that we’re doing fine. Giri still insists that she trains instead of having fun. Ah, yes. Giri. The girl had come from Celestic Town wanting Anakin to train her. Whether or not it was helping her with her lost memories, they had yet to know. Cat: Good to hear. Hopefully her memories return soon. Take care :) With that, she turned back to the story Ganondorf was telling. “-so I threw the last of the electric Lizalfos at the flying monster, and the electric shock that followed when the horn connected took out both of the aerial foes.” The table’s occupants whispered among themselves, words of awe spreading. High Five sat up, “Did you get anything for saving them?” Ganondorf nodded. “It wasn’t much, but they shared a meal with me, then we parted ways.” “I guess you can say the flying monster was in for a shock,” Cat pointed out, half chuckling at the pun she made as she stood up. She watched as Ganondorf gave her a look, as if saying, “Really?” At least a couple of the others at the table chuckled a little at the joke. “Well,” she said as she made her way towards the cafeteria’s doors. “I’m gonna see if we’ve made our next move. I’m ready for some action.” She stepped outside the cafeteria, then turned the corner and almost ran into someone. “Whoa, sorry. Didn’t you there,” she apologized, then paused. They were another human, which, in her three years, was uncommon compared to how many other species there were. However, she seemed to be semi-transparent, with a faint, white aura emanating from her. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement, “Oh, it’s alright!” However, she didn’t leave, and Cat looked around. “Are you… wanting something?” The girl nodded, her long, blonde hair shifting out of place a little. She held a hand out, “I’m Elle. I want to get to know you.” “Elle, why do you want to talk to them in person?” Wayne asked his sister. She simply smiled in return, “So we can get to know them better, of course!” He sighed, knowing nothing was going to convince her otherwise. “Okay. You choose who you want to talk to, and I’ll pick from there.” “Great! I’ll talk to Cat, then. You get Ganondorf.” He stood there for a moment, blinking. He brushed aside some of his blonde hair that had fallen in front of his eyes, “I said I was going to- you know what? Fine. I’ll talk to Ganondorf.” He turned to the portal, muttering under his breath, “I never get a say in these types of things, don’t I?” He closed his eyes for a moment while he concentrated, and he imagined that his sister was doing the same, standing next to him. They could only do this every once in a while, due to how much energy it required, and the limited time they could remain in Skylands. There was a flash of light, and the feeling of the wind gently blowing was now apparent. Voices murmured all around him, some in awe, some slightly startled. Then, some familiar voices. “Well, boomsticks! If it isn’t Wayne and Elle! Wasn’t expecting you two to show up in person this soon.” He opened his eyes and turned around. Standing behind him was Buzz. “If I’m being honest, sir, I wanted to do this when it was necessary, but Elle wanted to get to know a couple of the new Skylanders. So, here we are,” he explained, a hint of annoyance in his voice. If Buzz noticed it, he didn’t let it show. “Better to get to know them now rather than later. All’s calm, for the most part. I’m sure it’ll only get more hectic from here.” Wayne nodded. There was some truth in what he said, he wasn’t going to lie. Usually, when something like this popped up, it meant trouble. “But, like you said, The Gulper was supposed to be in Cloudcracker Prison?” “Mmhm. I think someone must’ve released the villains themselves. And whoever it was, they’ve released a can of worms that need to be cleaned up, pronto.” He waved his cane in the general direction of the Academy, “For now, why don’t you see what’s new? Elle’s already gone inside, no doubt chatting it up with one of the new Skylanders.” Without a word, Wayne made his way inside the Academy, and was greeted by the bright and shiny interior. It must’ve been cleaned thoroughly before the ceremony, otherwise it’d look a little less clean. He shrugged and continued to walk down the hall, passing by several Skylanders. He passed several doors that lead to many rooms. Classrooms, storage closets, one even lead to a large gym. He paused, looking around the hallway. No sign of Ganondorf yet. Wayne sighed. He was the tallest. How can he not find him? “Need some help?” a semi-deep voice from behind nearly startled him. He turned around, and lo and behold, Ganondorf was standing there. Despite his size being intimidating, he had a slight look of concern on his face. Wayne cracked a smile, “Actually, you helped me already.” “Oh? And what was that?” “I was looking for you.” He held a hand out, “I’m Wayne, one of the Portal Masters.” It took him a couple seconds, but Ganondorf grasped Wayne’s hand firmly, shaking it in a friendly manner, “Ganondorf Dragmire, at your service.” Through the grip, Wayne could tell Ganondorf no doubt was strong. Strong enough to wield the greatsword on his back, and probably strong enough to pick up a tank. He wasn’t human, that much was for sure, but he was still a person. And it was now his job to get to know him. They let go of each other's hands. “I’m supposed to get to know you. Y’know, so future missions are at least easier to do,” he said. Ganondorf nodded in agreement, “It is the best course of action, considering the situation right now.” “That’s if it gets worse. However, knowing that whenever we are summoned it usually gets worse, it probably will,” Wayne stated, almost calmly. He still had the hunch that a certain someone was the one who started this mess. He swore he could already hear him cackling like a Maniac. He gestured to one of the rooms. A class room that was still empty. “It would be best to have this conversation in private.” Soon enough, the two were seated across from each other at a desk. Both were staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Ganondorf was the first to talk. “What is it that you want to know?” Wayne paused for a moment to think. He didn’t want to pry too much into his life. Only enough to understand him. “How about where you’re from? If that’s alright to ask, that is.” He watched Ganondorf close his eyes and hum. He then opened them back up, “I see no problem in letting you know. I am from a place outside of Skylands called Hyrule. More specifically, the Gerudo Desert. I am a Gerudo.” “Ah, I see,” Wayne replied, his interest growing a little. A world outside of Skylands that isn’t Earth. Wonder how many more are ‘connected’ like our home is. He sat up, “So if there was a mission in a desert, you would be in your element.” “Correct.” “Hmm. Continue.” “If I were to explain what I’m going to tell you in full, we’d be here all day,” he warned. He was starting to look a little worried, as if he thought it was going to do some harm. “Then you may shorten it if needed. This conversation will only be known by me and my sister. No one else,” he assured Ganondorf. It was the truth. “As long as you stick to your word.” He took a deep breath and let out a short sigh. “Back in my world, I am part of a curse from many, many years ago. Three people reincarnate in an endless cycle and fight. There is the princess, the knight, and the demon king. I believe I am one of them. “My previous reincarnation, if I am correct, was a being called Calamity Ganon. A beast full of malice that threatened Hyrule almost ten thousand years ago. I… suppose I didn’t want to be a threat to my people, so I went into self exile. I met a companion, we traveled together, then we found a strange portal.” “And then you ended up here?” “Yes.” “And now you work for the Skylanders. Is it a way for you to do enough good deeds to ward off the curse?” Ganondorf nodded, giving him a tiny smile as he did so, “You are perceptive. I wouldn’t expect anything less from a Portal Master.” He shifted in the chair so that he, too, was sitting up straight, “It also gave me the opportunity to think about other people for a change. Not that I ever put myself first before others a lot. I didn’t. People depend on the Skylanders to save them from evil. The job just called to me.” “Interesting. Usually, Master Eon comes to the Skylanders and recruits them. Then again, we didn’t have part-timers a few years back,” he replied, leaning back. “Then again, times change, and so do people.” There was a moment of silence between them. Wayne opened his mouth to say something. But then, he could hear a small warning chime go off. Ganondorf had heard it as well, and he blinked, “What does that mean?” Wayne sighed, “Ran out of time on keeping a physical form in Skylands. Sorry about that.” “It’s alright, Wayne. I understand.” Wayne got out of the chair, walking towards the door. “And Wayne?” He paused, turning around to look back at Ganondorf. “Sarqso,” he said, bowing. “Sarqso?” he asked. “It means ‘thank you’ in my people’s language.” “Ah, I see. What for?” Ganondorf stood up straight, showing gratitude in his eyes, “For getting to know me, and being supportive.” “You’re welcome. It was a pleasure getting to know someone I’ll be working with.” With that, a bright light engulfed him, and he was back in the portal room. His eyes quickly adjusted to the room, and he looked to his right. Yep. Elle’s here, too. “So, how’d it go?” She turned to him, beaming. “Cat’s from space! How cool is that!?” He stared, “Like, in general, or she came from another planet?” She stared at him with a playful grin, “Yes.” [Read more] |
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~4PR1L OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 54 |
Posted: Fri, 24/03/2023 19:43 (2 Years ago) |
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'Perhaps, it isn't the same person..?' Doubt swelled up inside him, memories that he is desperate to forget slowly came back up to the surface of his consciousness. It wasn't a good experience in his life, as he was still a renowned gentlemen thief at the time. So for a thief who was way too curious for their own good definitely won't have a good ending. The fact that he is still here to this day was a wonder he felt. Ignoring the Maniac that was looking for his own death, he decided to walk around their surroundings, getting used to this foreign setting. This wasn't some huge mansion, or a vacational island, but rather out in the unknowns of what it seems to be japan. There weren't any 'Mafia' roles here, instead there were 'Yokais', but their job was all the same. 'Killing' Ayran quickly organized all those information in his head, carefully mulling over the details the voice has said. [Read more] |
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AceSpadeAS OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 211 |
Posted: Fri, 24/03/2023 13:52 (2 Years ago) |
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ImKendo OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Mon, 06/03/2023 01:46 (2 Years ago) |
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O' Romeo, o' Romeo, wherefore art thou, o' Romeo? ... That's a great question, Juliet. To be honest, I never looked at Artemis Wright and thought, "yeah, he's the one." I'm going to be serious, in the 6 years I knew you, I don't know how much of the real Artemis I got the honor to know. you were always so cold, so distant. The boys called you arrogant and narcissistic. The girls called you kind and dreamy. You intrigued me. How could someone be both an arrogant prick and a kind hero? So I decided to look into it, you know? So I dug into your backstory. All the little details. But... I couldn't find anything. No criminal records. No deep dark secrets. You seemed to be, by all accounts, a completely normal person. Yet, anyone who saw you could tell you weren't normal. You never came to parties. You never showed up for events. Nobody ever saw you outside of school. To be honest, I don't expect you to be crying over me right now, listening to these tapes. You're not that kind of person. From all our little encounters, from the movie theater in which we worked to the party where we truly talked for the first, and last, time. You're strong. So much stronger than me. You'll get over it, right? Anyways, every time I heard your name, I got more and more curious. And then, during one of my daily Artemis Wright study sessions, I overheard it. "What? Artemis Wright is going to the party at Jessica's house?" "Artemis Wright? The quiet pretty boy who never talks to anyone? that Artemis?" "Is there another Artemis?" Truth be told, I wasn't supposed to be at that party. By that I mean that I got an invite, but had been grounded for a month. My grades were slipping and, just... yeah. But when I heard your name, I got curious. So I made up my mind. Look, I've never snuck out of my house before. ...Okay, maybe once or twice. Or three times. Four times, maximum, I swear. Point is, when I got there, the party was in full swing because most of the guys didn't need to wait until their parents went to bed to sneak out of their bedroom window and ride a bike halfway across town. When I entered, I was greeted by a bunch of drunk guys, liquor sloshing in their cups. That's a funny word. Sloshing. Anyways, they weren't doing anything terrible. Just drinking. A drink or two always makes a party better. You'd think that my name, Emma, would be hard to slur, but apparently not. So, after I left them, I got in line for liquor. And then, that's when you appeared, Art. In all of your pretty-boy glory, you somehow... appeared behind me. You tapped my shoulder, a hand running through your dark blue hair, your crimson eyes looking away awkwardly. I remember what you said. "Look... I don't know why, but I have a feeling that we need to talk." I turned to you, with what was probably the biggest, dumbest smile I've ever had. I remember. You took my arm, leading me to a couch. You took a seat. I took a seat. You took your cup and poured half of it into mine. That might seem like a scummy "get the girl drunk" kind of move, but I could tell it wasn't. You're not that kind of person. So, what did we do? We set down our cups and just... talked. I remember everything from that night. It was the first time I ever really... talked with someone. We had so much in common, from our troubles to the bastards at school. It felt so good, talking. But... There were some things I just... couldn't bring myself to tell you. About... my thoughts of... s- ... no. I hate that word. Maybe... It was too early. Or, maybe it was too late, at that point. Who knows? What's past is past. I've made up my mind now, and by the time you listen to this, Art? I'll be long gone. You kept saying that we would get along. That we clicked. That we would get along great. But you never said how. You never said why. Was it just a passing feeling? I don't know anymore. The girl sitting next to me kept bumping into me, giggling like a Maniac, acting all drunk, and talking to a guy. It was funny at first, sure, but it got old real fast. You noticed I was uncomfortable, didn't you? that's why you took my hand and pulled me off the couch. We walked for a little while, going through the house, talking. The music was too loud, so, at some point, we entered an empty room. We sat down at the bed. Then, I kissed you. Oh, Art, your look was priceless. You're really cute when you get flustered, you know? I felt something in that kiss. A chance to start over. But start over what? I had already made up my mind at that point. No, not killing myself. That came later. No, I was dead-set on floating through school, not getting close to anyone. ... Now, to those of you watching, I'll tell you what me and Artemis did that day. ... We kissed. That's it. A real surprise for Emma Brown, the s1ut, right? Yeah, I know. Well, I'm sorry if that was a disappointing answer. ... Here comes the part I regret the most, Art. When you kissed me again, lightly, I felt that tug, that pulling of my heartstrings. But... at the time, I didn't think I wanted this. Looking back, I think that I was just scared. So, I pushed you away. Do you remember what I said? I hope you do, because I remember. My words were "Don't. I don't want to bring you down with me." And then, your words are something I'll never forget. "I don't care." But, I didn't listen. I told you to get out. You didn't. So I raised my voice, to tell you to get out. Over and over. It took you forever to leave. But when you finally realized I wasn't kidding, I think that's when I finally broke. I remember your little actions, your face. You stared at me, for a moment, looking like you felt terrible. Then, your expression hardened, forcibly. Back to your cold, dark self. Do you remember what you said? You said that you were sorry. I watched your tall, thin frame turn and leave, walking into the booming music and LED lights of the party, until you disappeared into the crowd. and then. I broke down. I cried my heart out, in that empty, cold room, for what felt like an eternity. And... That's where your side of the tape ends. Turn it over, please. Hear the rest. … You’ll see how this all connects. You know, Art? For what it’s worth… I’m sorry, too. [Read more] |
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ImKendo OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Thu, 02/03/2023 12:27 (2 Years ago) |
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Kendo popped into existence, grinning like the Maniac he is. "Well, that just so happens to be my specialty!" [Read more] |
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AceSpadeAS OFFLINE Forum Posts: 211 |
Posted: Wed, 01/03/2023 04:37 (2 Years ago) |
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Character Age:15 Character Gender:Male Character Sexuality:no sex? Character Appearance:MY PFP Character Personality:split personality: Friendly,cold,Maniac Original Fandom: (Optional)MY OC Character Weapon(s):Scythe that could morph into a knife and could do sans ability Would you like to Join the PalPad Group?:Yessir~ Other?:valid? Character Name:Jevil Character Age:500+ Character Gender:genderless Character Sexuality:none Character Appearance: Character Personality:CHAOS and energetic Original Fandom: (Optional)Deltarune Character Weapon(s):The scythe though he could summons many ace shaped bullets and has tracker arrow bullets and his scythe could cause explosion and could summon boxes with Ace picture and explodes Would you like to Join the PalPad Group?::) Other?:is this valid? Character Name:Storyshift chara (could also called chara) Character Age:13 Character Gender:Female Character Sexuality:none Character Appearance:  Character Personality:Friendly,cold Original Fandom: (Optional)Storyshift tale Character Weapon(s):Glowing red knife for weapoun and could summon knives to throw and could use the chaos blaster Other?:Is this valid? lol cuz this is my first time signing up a girl [Read more] |
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~Shepherd~ OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 15 |
Posted: Thu, 23/02/2023 03:09 (2 Years ago) |
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-------------------- Matsunaga stayed quiet, unanswered. She smiled softly at Rūkasu. He had been in the fight, too. He had his scars. His losses. He hurt just as much as she did, even if their experiences were somewhat different. "We should get ready..." [Read more] |
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~Waveshaper~ OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 71 |
Posted: Sun, 12/02/2023 03:22 (2 Years ago) |
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"I'm... from a very distant country. My mom was... also working for the government and, despite me being young, she allowed me to help out. Since I was good at... riding carriages, she allowed me to be the main driver. I even outsped Kendo more than once. I, ehh..." She stopped about halfway through, scratching the bottom of her chin. It was difficult telling her story, much more when you have to reword it on the fly to not sound like a Maniac. "... sorry, I'm not good at telling stories." She deflected, forgetting the story she told Yue and Caspian about the lovers in the night sky. [Read more] |
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LilithClawthorne OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 238 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 22:52 (2 Years ago) |
Temmus GaylordWhat. the. fuck.I stared at the ceiling of a very orange gymnasium. "Don't ask me, ask the monochromatic Maniac I hoped I was hallucinating." Someone's been practicing their alliterations. I sat up, looking around as I noticed a very robotic bear. I swear, today refuses to give me a break. "Can I go the fuck home?" MegamiMegami sat up, wondering what the hell was going on.Am I hallucinating? I don't remember taking any drugs, but I suppose drugs could've messed up my memory. [Read more] |
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Dorky OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 22:35 (2 Years ago) |
Dorky Monroe's POVTeach and tell me The way these things work out Is someone else in me? Just waiting to break free? The world keeps twisting – still it's twisting without an end in sight You laugh and smile at me, but you don't see a thing" A black-and-white robotic bear waved his arms with a shout. "Upupuuuu!~ Rise and shine, rise and shine! My dear students! Come onnn! I've got a ton of kids I gotta drive to Axing Classes, and a divorce to try to talk my wife out of, I don't have all dayyyy!" Dorky, the probable deuteragonist of this story, due to his lack of social skills, and given his semi-prominent ahoge, woke up with a groan. Why did his head hurt so much? Ah, it was probably the lack of water he'd ingested lately. He blinked awake inside... whoa. This was odd. He didn't usually faint, had he ingested Peace Tea recently? And there was a monochromatic... robotic bear, screaming at everybody? Okay. Maybe this was another one of Dorky's whacky Happy Meal Care Bears dreams again. Why had he used that phrase to refer to it? Idk man, random, XD. Bananas. "U-Um... h-hello, bear. Nice to meet you. Am I... dreaming this, or?" No, wait. Scratch that. Dorky Monroe wasn't usually able to speak or move inside of his dreams. Aaand, actually, they were usually a lot whackier than this. "A-Also, question. Do you... talk your wife out of divorcing you all the time, orrr?" Monokuma bonked Dorky on the head. "HEY! NO, I DON'T!! And no intrusive questions! And no, you're not dreaming this! Jeez, are they all as stupid as him?" Dorky winced. Okay, wow. He was used to getting insulted, but somehow it hurt even more when it was by a Maniacal, clearly insane monochromatic bear. "Can... I pet you?" Dorky asked, not sure how to respond to this. Suzume Fujimori's POV"Oh, no," she muttered. "I do believe I'm on drugs." Monokuma groaned and shook his head. "Why does everyone think thaaaat?" Suzume ignored him. She looked about the room. It seemed these other people, whoever they were... fellow Ultimates, maybe?... were slowly waking up around her. Assuming this was all real. Were they... inside Hope's Peak Academy? Why had they all collapsed on the gymnasium floor? And why was there this deranged robotic bear talking to them? Maybe only she could see him. Oh, wait, no. There was this dork in glasses asking to f**king pet the thing. The hell? "I wouldn't advise that. It's probably not very pleasant to pet, and it might kill you if you try." "DAMN RIGHT I WILL!" Monokuma exclaimed, stomping his foot. "Honestly! Learn to behave!" The dork in round glasses let out a whimper. "Just oooonce, please?" He spotted Suzume, and his eyes brightened. "WHOA! Is that a labcoat?! I've- I've always wanted one of those!" He started waving his hands around, and Suzume held up a hand. "Stop. Stopstopstop. Can we just wait for everyone to wake up for five minutes?" Kowai Kurai's POVWow, he looks familiar, somehow. "Gosh, how'd we all get here? This is weird!" And surprisingly, NOT my fault! ...probably. Suzume shrugged. "Don't ask me, ask the monochromatic Maniac I hoped I was hallucinating." Lucian Arbred's POVWell, he wasn't completely wrong, now, was he? He looked around and he saw there were... a lot of other people in the room with him. Who had all apparently collapsed on the floor. There was this one boy who looked way too hyper, excited, and nervous all at the same time, and who couldn't seem to stop moving. There was this girl with... a curious and slightly unnerving smile. And someone in glasses who looked completely done with this sh*t. Aaaand... a girl on the floor, who seemed to be just waking up now. ...and countless others, strewn throughout the room, who hadn't yet awoken. Lucian sighed. What was going on here? Were they all inside Hope's Peak Academy? He could only hope that nothing bad was happening. Mika Uyehara's POV...oh. And it could talk, too? Was this real? Bears couldn't talk. I mean, robotic bears could. And here he was, in a room of... people. People. Great. [Read more] |
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th30 OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 450 |
Posted: Tue, 24/01/2023 03:11 (2 Years ago) |
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Flare Flicker Flyer Fuzzie ...Finally, you are of age to enroll in the Sage Academy for the Magically Gifted! You have received a message in the mall, and soon you find yourself on a peculiar 'field trip' with a messy looking man in his 30s. Eventually, you arrive at the school, but it is not what it seems. They test your magic, and you've known your magic all this time to be 'normal'. It's not. You're magic has been somehow altered, and it is not like the others that have the same magic type as you. In the next few weeks, you bunk down in a weird underground shelter that's decorated to somewhat represent a classroom. It's boring. And then a rumor starts floating around the school... Show
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Character Name: Hadyn Cedar Character Age (14+!): 16 Personality: A very formal boy. He acts older than he is, and will use formalities that often aren't heard nowadays. He'll tend to correct others under his breath. He'll act overdramatic at times. Appearance: picrew Backstory: Power (please also mention what's wrong with it!) Flicker - Can only move objects up and down. Can not push them forward/backwards Palpad?: Show
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Character Name: Theo Hodge Character Age (14+!): 16 Personality: Isn't one for social interaction unless he deems the person to be interesting. He'll usually be reading, and will be distracted by the minor things. He gets embarrassed easily. Appearance: picrew Backstory: Power (please also mention what's wrong with it!) Fluxer - Only transforms a little bit of self at a time. Cannot fully transform. Palpad?: Show
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Character Name: West Hope Character Age (14+!): 17 Personality: A laid-back girl who does what she wants. She doesn't listen to others and will do dangerous stuff to entertain herself. She's hard to approach, as she gives off psycho-Maniac vibes. Nothing intimidates her. Appearance: picrew Backstory: Power (please also mention what's wrong with it!) Flyer - Triggered by emotions, can not control it. Palpad?: [Read more] |
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ImKendo OFFLINE Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Fri, 20/01/2023 03:14 (2 Years ago) |
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"Come 'n get us, ya rat bastards!" [Read more] |
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Rice OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 1,537  |
Posted: Thu, 19/01/2023 03:04 (2 Years ago) |
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Okay uhhhh This was supposed to be posted at 2 a.m GMT +7, buuuuut PH was down Anyway enjoy this embodiment of my 2 a.m insanity :DDD  Artwork for the lovely and kind BabyEevee22 ♡♡♡ 6. Hours. 6 *insert beep noise in f-note here* hours!!! (Plus +100 layers) While I'm trying to convince myself that I'm fine, at least this turned out great :) Soooo no regrets lolol xD Also since art theft is rampaging around, here's a huge tip in order to protect your art: Put your watermark right on the artwork, then set your watermark layer to Overlay/Multiply And only send the unwatermarked version if you truly believe that your customer will nerver steal your art :D @Absbor Errr thanks xD [Read more] |