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Team Takeover Guild
Hello all! Here a site for Team Takeover's Guild! Register at Whimsmicott's Assembly before registering at the official Guild. Assembly will be closed off for you after you register and assign your team. Have a nice day~
Please join, I'm trying to beat my friend [she doesnt have a deviantART for the simple fact... I can't say, she may read it X3] at a Sign-up contest, and I'm losing D:
Distant Chapter One SHORTI just wish my family wasn't so distant...
The jet black wolf pup sat across from her russet brother. "Your just a piece of deer-carcass!" The bitch-pup barked in a teasing way, and knew what was coming. The russet brute-pup growled and lunged forward toward the older bitch, hooking his claws in her neck fur. The black pup shook vigorously until the smaller brute lost his grip and flew back to the cliff wall, a crack sounded as he hit.
He got up almost instantly and shot forward once more, raking his ivory claws down her back and stomach. She let out a yelp and sent him flying again by kicking him in the stomach with her back legs. She scrambled to be paws and limped away, trying to find a place to hide from him before he mauled her even more.
My whole body hurts...
Forever Alone With YouYour tender, sleek blue face rubs up against my pale, pink cheek. A sweet "Kip" uttered.
I hold you in my arms and you rubs your head against my chest, I smile, I giggle. I. Love. You.
The highest leveled. Highest loved.
I carry you on my shoulder, and teased wherever I go. All I hear is "I hear you f*ck Mudkips." I am losing my nerve.
You frown as I set you down, but I am still smiling. Still giggling. Still. Loving. You.
"I am only going to my aunt's house. And my aunt doesn't like Water Types in the house. Don't worry, I am putting you in the Daycare." I say cheerfully, kissing your soft blue cheek. A sweet "Kip" is uttered.
As two months pass, I head back to the daycare. You race into my arms as I walk into the small building. I pay the fee and return home, you in my arms.
You and me. Mudkip and Montana. Forever Alone.
Team Insanity: Chapter TwoMontana let out a moan as she laid unconscious on the snowy cliff side. Her arms and legs ached and she wasn't able to move them, and she couldn't open her eyes. My whole body hurts so bad... she thought, falling unconscious again.
--Somewhere In Another Place--
Heather looked at the guild, it's tall structure making her shudder. "No..." she lowered her head and breathed. "...I want to become a guild member, but I'm scared, I want someone to keep me company." she slowly stepped onto the grate.
"Pokemon detected! Pokemon detected!" shouted a Pokemon from underground. "What Pokemon? What Pokemon?" it seemed to stutter. "A Skrupi! A Skrupi!" Heather backed up, arching her tail and her eyes starting to tear up. She started running from the guild, and hit her face on the ground, making her cry more.
She picked herself up and started walking. "I'm a loser... I can't go one day without crying." she said to herself, then jerked her head toward some bushes. I was sure I saw something.
Team Insanity: Chapter OnePaws and footsteps echoed through the halls as a Skitty and a human passed shattered windows and cracked cement walls. Pale moonlight shone through the dusty windows and filtered onto the pale gray stone underfoot, making the dull floor seem to glow with a tan-yellow radiance. Shadows passed against the walls and then the two were gone, leaving the only thing in the halls, a cold wind.
The human -a tall, skinny girl- pressed up against the cement wall in the dark, shadowy alley. "It's gonna be alright," the girl breathed, pushing her blonde hair out of her face. Skitty replied with a sweet 'myau' and rubbed up against her. "Were safe from Machamp... for now." With that, the girl sat down and pulled two oran berries out of her backpack and handing one to the Skitty. They both ate in silence, not one of them uttering a sound. They couldn't afford to be caught by Machamp, because it would cost both of their lives.
More footsteps echoed on the cold pavement, stopping at the alley. "
GG 2: A Glorious StuffingGrace sat on the couch in the living room reading a book, relaxing by letting herself drift off into her novel. Her bright purple eyes from her contacts flicked back and forth, absorbing each and every word and forming her own world from them. Months had passed since the incident with her sister Gloria that involved her being blackmailed to being her servant. She tried to put the even out of her mind since then though, and continued on with her usual everyday activities. She continued to read in the cozy and dim lit living room until her mother entered the room from hallway.
“Okay Gracie, the food should be about done and we have plenty more in the pantry if you need it.” Her mother said as she pulled her purse over shoulder. It was Friday night and Grace had invited a few friends over for a small get together to celebrate the end of their test week in school. Her parents also decided to have a night out and were going to be gone for quite a while.
Oh thanks mother, that
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.
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
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,
Revenge-Behind the ScenesAdrian looked at the ground. "Well...you see...Jordan and I were very close..." he smiled slightly. "And...we found that we are alike." Adrian looked up at the brothers as his eyes flashed a familiar, haunting crimson.
"CUT!!!" Velvet yelled into her megaphone. Backstage workers came onto set and began to gather props and roll out the scenery.
"Jordan!?" Adrian exclaimed before kneeling down on the grave Jordan was buried under.
"Can someone get me out?" Jordan's muffled reply called, and two men began to dig away the dirt that was placed above him and his coffin.
Velvet got up from her seat and brought the megaphone to her mouth. "That's a wrap!" she called before heading towards the dressing rooms of the stars of Revenge. She had just finished her sequel to the famous story, and she had plans for a third.
The young fox hybrid fixed the beret on her head and knocked on Dan's door. There was then a series of self-praises and laughs from the
Testing Ch.3 (Revenge Back/Side Story)The next morning, Jordan awoke to voices outside of his room. He sat up and looked around, realizing he was still in Dan's lab. He figured Dan was discussing with his parents.
Quietly, Jordan got out of bed and approached the door before cracking it open. He peered outside, and he saw Dan standing before the door talking to Herobrine and Katharine. Jordan stayed quiet and remained hidden behind the door, listening in on their conversation.
"...I don't think punishment is helping his condition," Dan said, fixing his glasses. "Sheobadr seems to get energy from what he feels. If his emotions get too out of control, it could become dangerous."
Katharine glanced at Herobrine, who remained silent.
Dan looked down at the floor. "I still wish to experiment on him. He's not willing to go back as of now. Of course, you can always try to get him back, but I doubt there will be high success," he put in.
"We still want to talk to him." Herobrine replied.
"Very well," Dan said, stepping aside.
-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
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 3)The drive was just as long as it had been before. Bucky stayed quiet in his seat, his eyes staring at the road ahead. The conversation was very limited so you started fiddling with the radio. You weren't one to listen to music during car rides since you thought it was distracting, but this time you wanted something to help loosen the quiet tension in the air. Bucky paid no mind to your constant dial twisting so you assumed he was okay with it.
You flipped through several stations, pop, country, rock, and even some good 80's music, but when you flipped past a classical station Bucky quickly asked you to turn it back on.
You did as he asked and listened as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the car as he sang 'Our Love'. Boy, how old was this station?! This was something your grandparents would've listened to. You almost wondered aloud but looked over and saw that Bucky was no longer sitting stiffly in his seat, looking ahead at the endless road. Instead he was leaning back, his shoulders ease
Beryl's GlyphsBy: D. R. Nyan-chan
What are Glyphs?:
The type of glyphs Beryl uses are like circuits for magical energy. The design created via a magical medium (glyph sticks in Beryl's case) determines the effect and a small bit of compatible energy is all that's needed to serve as the trigger. Most glyphs are one-time use, but there are exceptions and variations to the trigger conditions such as a time delay or dead man's switch.
There are also glyphs that are aligned with a certain element and in order to work, they require at least a symbiotic association with said element. For example, a water user can activate a wind or ice elemental glyph, but not a fire or lightning type. Beryl doesn't have to worry about this due to her Chaos alignment being practically universal.
If some phenomenon is preventing magic from being used, glyphs can still be drawn, but will usually remain dormant. Likewise, glyphs that depend on internal power supplies lose their effec
Team Insanity: Chapter Three
Heather stepped foot into the passageway to Dusty Forest. She let out a sigh and started walking for her favorite spot: The Snowy Cliff. She put on her Mareep Wool hat and silk scarf. She started running, and as she climbed the trees, it got snowier. She started trudging when she tripped over something reddish. A rock? she thought, poking it with a stick.
"Ugh." it moaned, and stood up. Standing rock? she thought, until she saw it was a Vulpix. It shook the snow off of it's fur and looked at Heather with curious eyes. "Cool, a Skorupi." it breathed. Heather blinked, Haven't you ever seen a Skorupi? She must be from a place where there are no Skorupi's...
"H-hi." Heather said, reaching out a hand/paw to shake the Vulpix's. The russet fire-type Pokemon backed up, beads of sweat forming on her nose. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"TALKING POKEMON!" the Vulpix freaked, then looked at her paws and her tail. "I'M A POKEMON!" she shouted.
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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