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cheese-duck wrote:

owlannaelsa wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

so idk if yall have heard of dominick the donkey
but here it is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYlvfX3nwlc
if you can't access that right now or like you're too lazy to watch it, it's a heccin terrible song about santa's little buddy, dominick the italian christmas donkey
i was wondering this one day like
“so what if he's actually a small gray horse
and corsian is short and wears gray and i call him horsian
and they're both italian
what if dominick has a brother named horsian”


they're also both annoying, but like i'd rather listen to corsian's math lectures than “CHINGEDY CHING HEEHAW HEEHAW IT'S DOMINICK THE DONKEY”

The “chingety ching” part is presumably sang by SuzuDon

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
(gosh chingety charn why don't i get messages for this thread hecc)

SuzuDon is an ANTHROPOMORPHIC bell.
With a face, arms and legs.
Suzu is not like the Taco Bell bell, more of a Jingle Bells bell.
There are four colours: bronze, silver, gold and green.
They once lived in Jinja shrines.
They are staying at the main characters' home for free.
I think Suzu is half Wada Inu's old home.
<—– Bell note from Taiko PSP. Note the fact it's SuzuDon's head.


The four bells in the pic are SuzuDon.

That looks pretty great. them be good aminals.
SuzuDon is cute :]

It's Supernova's birthday!
So I wore sandals! With mismatched socks! (See I normally only wear sneakers but I'm so dedicated to my precious pupper Supernova that I switched it up. He wears socks + sandals btw)
Also two people died. And someone died yesterday.
Also if you think about this post and something else I shared, I might've just given yall a big gigantic spoiler…

nah no one pays that much attention. and no one's gonna read synchro anyway… and yall have probably already read the spoilers…

Anyway I better go celebrate properly by drawing him yee

YALLS I CHANGED MY PROFILE PICTURE WOOHOO

it's eric.

POV: Reagan Willingham (about 20 years old; before marrying Juliana)
TIME: 1995

Rochus grabbed my right hand so hard that I thought he was trying to crush the bones— as I tried to pull it away, the pain of when I ripped my wrist ligaments apart surfaced in my mind.
“Why are you talking with me?”
“I want to know your story.”

~ Synchronize, Chapter 40, Eric's POV

I graduated from Drackhaver knowing that I wanted to fight crime. I also graduated from university with that same wish. And it still laid nestled in my heart today, even though my boss had insisted I consider guarding a small, little-known magic public school before I finished my training. I was okay with children. Sometimes I scared people my age, though… and I'd never wanted to have children of my own.
The secretary led me on a tour through the halls. We were in the fifth grade wing when the morning bell rang, and students poured into the hallway. Shoving and running and shouting– but I couldn't blame them. It was what kids did, and sometimes, it was fun.
I slowed down my walking pace. The secretary didn't seem to notice on a conscious level, but she didn't leave me behind. Some of the fifth-graders stared at me. I looked scary. Anyone with armor and a gun looked scary to them. And I wanted to wave at them, or say hello, anything to let them know that I was a human, too, but I felt like I'd just seem scarier. It was terrible being the intimidating type. Even Syano had been intimidated by me at first.
Amidst the crowd, I spotted at a short girl trying to shove her way towards her locker. She didn't look vulnerable. But she didn't look strong. Mostly she looked like the kind of person who used a lot of good-natured slang, got decent grades, and tried to be a good person. She wasn't cool. She was like me.
As I passed, she lifted a hand like she was going to wave, but then looked away and continued maneuvering through her rowdy classmates.
Somehow I noticed that her face was a bit scratched up, and one of her hands was bandaged. Maybe she came from an alchemist family, like me. She didn't seem like someone who'd get into fights… and this school didn't seem like it had seen too much violence.
When we returned to the office, that girl was still on my mind.
Without thinking, I walked up to the principal and said, “Do you know a fifth grade girl who's short and blonde?”
“Well, it's hard to remember every single student here. I bet there's plenty of students like that here.”
“She seems like the half-nerdy type. Got a few scratches on her face, bandages on her right hand.”
“Oh! Her. That's Ada Quill. I'll remember her till I die, man. She's an interesting kid… parents are Teleias, she lives with a foster family, she's a Vioxyist already… I don't get how, though, because she's so nice.”
Quill. That's a Teleia name. Her mother's Fylene, right? And she has an older brother named Magnus and a sister named Rayna. They were the ones who stole the Clasp of Aenera from Syano. I didn't know there was another girl. Probably because she's not a Teleia.

I returned to that school the next day. Not because I wanted to work there for the remainder of my training. Or because I wanted to work there after my training. It didn't seem like a good suit for me, being the adventurous kind… the only thing interesting about it was that one student. Ada Quill. Last night I'd stayed up for an hour thinking about her.
The principal called Ada to the office during homeroom. She gave me an awkward smile.
“Hey, Ada,” he said. “You're not in trouble or anything, don't worry. This is Officer Willingham–”
“Reagan,” I said.
“Okay, Reagan… well, Ada, you may have seen him in the hallways yesterday because he's considering working as a guard here before he completes his training to be a full-fledged magical policeman. I told him about you, and he seemed interested in meeting you.”
I held out a hand to shake hers. She didn't hesitate. She was so much smaller than her family– Magnus was probably almost seven feet tall, and I couldn't tell if he'd stopped growing finally.
“Hi,” Ada said.
Her voice was loud, high but not squeaky.
“Hi,” I said. “Nice to meet you. Um, sorry if you're missing any class…”
“No, it's fine– it's homeroom right now, anyway. And it's not like I learn anything, anyway.”
“Hm. You're a lot like me.”
“Well, I did expect I'd be an Acidolin.”
I nodded. We didn't say anything for a while, but I began to think. I still didn't know where she'd gotten her injuries. Though my first guess started to seem more likely– she just did dangerous magic things for fun. Or maybe she was clumsy… like me. Or it could've been her Teleia family… the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to ask her a thousand questions. But she seemed like she'd rather talk freely.
“Tell me your story,” I said.


Note: i did no research. things in here may be super inaccurate, and i'm not even bothering to proofread it. the magical police system in the us is different from the real one, mostly because i find it difficult to research how the real one works. anyway, i think that after x number of years in university, policemen-in-training are qualified for a title and some minor jobs, but they have to complete more training to do the stuff reagan wants to do.

It's ya boi Cameron
(i just added that project to the synchro studio and i'm probably gonna be posting this link everywhere for the next few days)

Hi people!

so idk if yall are still here but

I'm slowing my progress on Synchro a bit, not because I've given up, but because I have a big Scratch project that I'm working on, and I really want to finish it. Actually, come to think of it, yall don't really need to know that because the fact that I'm not writing it very fast doesn't affect what I post here. Anyway, I'll still be writing a bit each day and maybe posting some cr4p here to make sure that I don't neglect Synchro.

(I had a big motivation drop recently as I worked my previous project and got obsessed with Volkner, so that's one reason why I'm not writing as much. It might've been due to the correlation between Pokemon Character Obsession Level and motivation, also because I was at a point in my book that wasn't very interesting, and it was right after Camp Nanowrimo ended. Anyway, no, I'm not devoting 100% of my time to being a Pokemon fan. And I'm not devoting 0% of my time on Synchro.)

Look out for a boring filler project or two. The giant one may come in a month or so. Maybe longer.

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

cheese-duck wrote:

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

I read it hah

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

I read it hah

I'm sorry

cheese-duck wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

I read it hah

I'm sorry

Well conflicts are supposed to be relatable…

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

I read it hah

I'm sorry

Well conflicts are supposed to be relatable…

I couldn't relate to civil war

cheese-duck wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

I read it hah

I'm sorry

Well conflicts are supposed to be relatable…

I couldn't relate to civil war

Superhero crossover movies typically arent relatable

at least the film is better than the comic

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

Ryasis wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

So Jet's been nagging at me to take a break from my Volkner obsession and maybe pay attention to him for once, and since I have no motivation to write Synchro, I'mma write some cr4p from his POV because he's my buddy and when my buddy is feeling lonely, I don't want to let him down. Here goes.

POV: Eric Willingham
TIME: Summer 2015 (It's going to sound like 10-year-old Eric wrote this, so brace yourself)
I woke up lying in a weird position with the engines still really loud and everyone around me silent. Mom was asleep. Dad was reading. I couldn't see Syano or Niryid, and next to me, Kayor leaned against his seat, staring out the window. He seemed wide awake. Probably couldn't fall asleep in a noisy jet, either.
This whole thing was stupid. I was fine staying at Kayor's house, but going across the country in a noisy jet… tiresome. And what was the point of going skiing in the middle of summer? Maybe there was none. I must have looked bored or something, leading my parents to think, “Hey, let's take Eric to do something fun…”
But I'd been bored the whole summer.
It was funny. Ever since I started writing journal entries for school in first grade, I'd been hooked on writing. It was just fun. I liked to get immersed in stories and pretend they were my reality or something– of course, I wasn't all deep and philosophical about it like “Oh, I'm lonely and depressed and this is my outlet for my emotions” or whatever. Life is boring. I can make it interesting by writing.
So I tried to make life interesting this summer by writing, like usual. But there was a wall. A big, infinite wall around me with stupid neon signs saying “Hahaha! You can't write.” And I had no motivation. Or ideas. Or… anything.
My dad told me I had writer's block and that every writer comes across it every once in a while and it's pretty common, but if it's so common, why didn't I get it before? Never in four years?
Well, either way, I know what it feels like now.
Just can't describe it ‘cause I have it.
You know. I can’t write about it. I have writer's block. That's why everything above this sentence is utter cr4p and this sentence is utter cr4p.
Wait, no, I just wrote something.
Wow. Kayor's looking at me like it's weird to be up in the middle of the night, writing like a freak. Which I guess it is. Whatever. I've got some motivation flowing, and here we go, I'm going to end this entry and write some legit cr4p.


^hey I hope you didn't read that because I'm basically just ranting by now
(It was just this thing to pass time because I do have writer's block and I am incredibly bored and of course, Jet wanted me to do it.)

I read it hah

I'm sorry

Well conflicts are supposed to be relatable…

I couldn't relate to civil war

Superhero crossover movies typically arent relatable

at least the film is better than the comic

I've never watched a superhero crossover movie but I get that they aren't relatable
I mean you don't see some super OP guys with weird clothes battling to the death next door do you

hey guys hope you're not tired of technopaths
anyway this might be a scene at the end of synchronize, or maybe i'll rewrite it from someone else's POV or whatever
yay
very minor spoilers btw. but they don't really matter so ehh

POV: Altair Marchosine
TIME: End of Synchronize (final battle)
The sky looked like a whirlpool.
Cameron Torzeal sat at the pilot's seat. He turned around and looked at me before saying, “Is that your ship?”
I crouched down at the window to see the blue smudge darting down from the whole in the clouds. It looked like it was sucking starlight into itself. I looked back at Cameron, but the image of the ship stayed in my vision. My ship. The Argo Navis.
Tarazed.
Tarazed's on board. He's the only person on board. Why is he above the clouds? Is this supposed to be a surprise attack? How did he manage to break through the clouds like that?
“Why is it up there?” I said.
“Because Tarazed flew it up there, I guess.”
“I told him to be safe… now he's the center of attention.” Everything beyond the window seemed to spin. “Darn… Tarazed… they're going to shoot at him. He's going to die. Why didn't I go on board with him? Cameron… find a way to distract them. Get something between Tarazed and the Teleias before… before he dies.”
“Like what? A wall?”
“A shield or something.”
"Everyone who can shield is protecting the rest of the army. Except Malory, who's already shielding the Argo Navis."
I gripped the edge of the control panel. Tarazed… is up there… about to die… and you're not doing anything to help him… The thoughts just piled onto each other. Like they'd explode out of my mouth at any given moment and send us crashing into the army below… if only I could use those thoughts as weapons… no, as shields… to protect my son.
“Altair,” Cameron said. “I don't think Tarazed wants protection.”
“That doesn't mean he needs it!”
“We're bound to lose. He's pulling some sort of maneuver to save us all. I… I hate to be really honest here, but… he's always been braver than you.”
I almost raised a fist to punch him.
But he was right. Tarazed had always been braver than me.
And I'd always known that.
The thoughts didn't cease. They just transformed. It wasn't panic or anger. It was guilt. Dread. I accepted it all, that Tarazed was braver than me, so brave that he'd sacrifice himself for the good of others. I accepted that I'd taken him for granted. I accepted that he was gone.
The ship burst into blue flame. Like starlight.
Then it pitched forward and fell. A shooting star, blazing through the air down onto the Teleia army, carrying my life and sanity.
I closed my eyes. Tarazed…

The Teleias retreated, but the pain didn't.
When we landed, Cameron stood up and walked over to my side. “Eric said that Tarazed's still alive.”
“Is that the twisted, positive version that's supposed to make me feel better? I don't care if he's still alive if he's going to die before we can save him, anyway.”
“Eric doesn't lie.”
“Does he bend the truth?”
Cameron gulped. “No. Not about things like this.”
I stared at him. Then I propped open the door and jumped out. Before he could say another word, I set my eyes on the burning wreck of the Argo Navis and flew at full speed toward it.
As soon as I landed, the flames seemed to die out. Two people in Spore armor flew down to me, carrying another. Their armor was so smudged with dust and blood that I couldn't see what colors the markings were. But I didn't care who the Spore members were. I just cared that the person they were carrying was okay. Because unless I saw him for myself, I wouldn't believe he was alive.
They landed before me and lifted their visors. Eric and Pascal.
“He's alive,” Eric said. “See– Tarazed– say something.”
“Hey,” Tarazed said. “I'm okay. Kind of. Don't worry.”
Eric smiled a bit. I tried to smile, too, but my muscles wouldn't listen. Maybe I was glad about that. How could I smile when my son was dying right before my eyes? He's not dying. He seems fine. Just kind of beat up. But how did he survive that? He had armor, but…
I followed them to the nearest base. They set Tarazed down on the last empty bed, and he took off his armor before staring up at me with his big, golden eyes.
“Dad, I'm fine,” he said. “The impact went all in my legs. It hurts, but… it's not deadly.”
“But you're all burned–”
“It's all first-degree. Pascal tried to direct the fire away from me–”
“Pascal?”
“Yeah, he set the ship on fire.” He looked at my expression and then added, “Everything's fine, okay? The ship didn't burn. I'm okay–”
I reached out a hand and nearly grabbed Pascal by the neck. He flinched away at the last second, and to my surprise, my hand stopped. I looked back at Tarazed, his eyes still wide.
He'll be okay.
Everything will be okay.
Only selfish Technopaths fail, right? Isn't that how the saying goes? A selfish Technopath will never succeed, but one who puts their life behind all others will prosper. Like Tarazed.
But not me.
I'm the selfish one.
Hiding my selfish truth from everyone. That only makes me more selfish.
“Tarazed…” I looked away, lowering my hand. “There's… there's something I have to tell you. I… I don't really want to say it, but… it's better if I do. It's better if I accept the truth.”
I risked a glance into his eyes. Once they met mine, I couldn't look away.
“Back when Spore came to our home in Hycera,” I said, “I told Ada something.”
“I remember that.”
“I said something awful about not wanting them to find the Phase Spear because… it meant everything to me. I told her that I cared more about it than my family.” He didn't look away. He knew what I'd say next. “Maybe that was true at the time, but… if I said that now, it would be a lie. I'm sorry. I never treated you like a son, did I?”
If it was possible, Tarazed's eyes widened even more. He didn't say anything.
I knelt down beside his bed and ruffled his hair. “What you just did there… it might given other people someone to look up to, but for me… it gave me someone to love. You're a great kid, Tarazed. I love you more than anything else in the world.”
that was sappy

So, Cool beans making a story. I'm working on a Pokémon one myself, based in a region called Isota. So yeah. But, I never work on it.Gonna fix that today. Good luck.

CatGuyAnimates wrote:

So, Cool beans making a story. I'm working on a Pokémon one myself, based in a region called Isota. So yeah. But, I never work on it.Gonna fix that today. Good luck.

ay thanks, good luck to you as well aaand 60 second rule strikes again

was listening to pokemon jazz covers and suddenly had the urge to write something, but of course i didn't feel like actually writing my book so here's a character dev dump because the only things I feel like writing are cozy peach tea cr4p and loose thoughts that I had about Volkner challenging the Oreburgh Gym back when Byron was its leader, btw I thought about that during a midnight thunderstorm

umm i'm in a volkner mood, so, electrino
BUT WAIT! first I have to rant about how amazing that transition was. After a big block o' solos, I expected the B section in Slateport City to return, and naturally, it did! It led so well into that section that I knew it would happen! Man I love this cover, and the original Slateport City
alright electrino's that one guy whose friends and family are all up to amazing things
and he's like
“what the heck am i supposed to do?”
you know… like… ron weasley? his older brothers being prefects ‘n’ such and he's like “yeah nope”
but cameron's like “my brother will probably compete in the winter olympics when he's older and his best friend can blow things up and sneak off into mysterious places without getting caught and i'm scared of the world and good for nothing”
which is why his self-esteem sucks and he thinks the world is terrible– i mean he's a little kid who was thrust into a war of course he's pessimistic

alright, clarification: his friends are also kids who were thrust into a war, but they're not as pessimistic. because he's just naturally more negative than, say, scorpio. also, he likes to see things the way they are– he's a pretty truthy guy– eric is, too, but he has more of a “deal with it, life sucks, but lemons taste good” kinda attitude. eric is more like “if life gives you lemons, eat them” and cameron's more like… “If life gives you lemons, complain and chuck the lemons in life's face and hate everything and basically do anything to let everyone know you hate life”

come to think of it, i had the idea to fill in the blank with that saying with synchro characters, sooo
If life gives you lemons…

scorpio: say “THANK YOU” and as soon as life leaves, chuck ‘em in the garbage
pascal: make lemon batteries
eric: e a t t h e g o s h c a b b a g i n l e m o n s , y u m
terry: throw them in life’s face
hope: make lemonade! (insert a thousand emojis)
liam: erase the stupid lemons
cameron: throw them in life's face… THEN COMPLAIN AND HATE THE WORLD AND WISH FOR LIFE TO DIE IN A HOLE
ada: give ‘em to evlon, who’ll give ‘em to eric
syano: either act like the lemons don’t exist… or fight the lemons and get mentally scarred
celia: throw them in liferochus's face
kayor: make cLEMONt the lumiose gym leader and charge through the halls blasting hoenn route 104 insisting that ORAS is better than XY

sygmius: “Lemons are merely an imperfection” blah blah blah lecture beauty perfection Lysandre eliminating flaws
renx: stare at life in contempt and brag that you're a better acidolin
magnus: create a blog devoted to the adventures of xXDarkEdgyEmoLemonXx eat them and pretend to enjoy them before realizing that it makes you look like (shudder) eric willingham
rayna: give ‘em to ada, who’ll give ‘em to evlon, who’ll give ‘em to eric
fylene: give ’em to rayna, who'll give ‘em to ada, who’ll give ‘em to evlon, who’ll give ‘em to eric
aldinax: set the lemons on fire and launch them at kayor
evlon: give ’em to eric
orestos: hide them in his secret base before discovering them a week later and deciding to try frying them
ursulina: assume life got them from orestos and then question orestos about hiding lemons
rochus: throw them in lifecelia's face


oof i'm tired of this
thats it bye

This topic is so dead :'(((

Yall want some cookiees or cheeese or piee or anything while I tell a story?

Aight it's story time
Let's see, what story should I tell
I've already told about The Creation (“yay spiders let's make a webcomic wait no i wanna write a novel”)… everything else is boring… some stuff has spoilers…

Okay.
I'm going to make a mock development log. For a person. (Jet.)

about 2 years ago - release - hyper kid with long hair, a patched-up aviator jacket, and snow boots
a few chapters in - now with cliche clumsiness…
a chapter later - ok now he's a genius and an e d g y r e b e l (this isn't getting off to a good start)
sometime later - now he's a true self insert because he has emotional problems and can't make lasting friendships rip
document 2 - now with p a s s i o n
a few chapters later - …oh. okay. now he's mentally scarred. oh no. ohhh noooo.
document 3 - whoa. wait. what? he KILLED someone? VOLUNTARILY?
a few chapters later - now he likes griffins
document 4 - wow he's not invincible. we're getting a bit better now
a few chapters later - now he acts more like a real person
a chapter later - WHAT? NOW HE'S DEPRESSED? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS GREEN COLOR SCHEME?
final battle - that was… dark.
right after final batlte - oh lol plot twist?

firelight - YAY HIS ARM'S PERMANENTLY PARALYZED WOOHOOOO he does nothing else in this book except play with jellyfish and get 2 years younger mentally
synchronize - wow, he has friends now. AAAND NOW HE'S DEPRESSED AGAIN YAYYYY and now he saves the world but we all saw that coming

maybe i'll make the firelight & synchronize dev log later but i gotta go now

cheese-duck wrote:

This topic is so dead :'(((

Yall want some cookiees or cheeese or piee or anything while I tell a story?

Aight it's story time
Let's see, what story should I tell
I've already told about The Creation (“yay spiders let's make a webcomic wait no i wanna write a novel”)… everything else is boring… some stuff has spoilers…

Okay.
I'm going to make a mock development log. For a person. (Jet.)

about 2 years ago - release - hyper kid with long hair, a patched-up aviator jacket, and snow boots
a few chapters in - now with cliche clumsiness…
a chapter later - ok now he's a genius and an e d g y r e b e l (this isn't getting off to a good start)
sometime later - now he's a true self insert because he has emotional problems and can't make lasting friendships rip
document 2 - now with p a s s i o n
a few chapters later - …oh. okay. now he's mentally scarred. oh no. ohhh noooo.
document 3 - whoa. wait. what? he KILLED someone? VOLUNTARILY?
a few chapters later - now he likes griffins
document 4 - wow he's not invincible. we're getting a bit better now
a few chapters later - now he acts more like a real person
a chapter later - WHAT? NOW HE'S DEPRESSED? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS GREEN COLOR SCHEME?
final battle - that was… dark.
right after final batlte - oh lol plot twist?

firelight - YAY HIS ARM'S PERMANENTLY PARALYZED WOOHOOOO he does nothing else in this book except play with jellyfish and get 2 years younger mentally
synchronize - wow, he has friends now. AAAND NOW HE'S DEPRESSED AGAIN YAYYYY and now he saves the world but we all saw that coming

maybe i'll make the firelight & synchronize dev log later but i gotta go now

May I request a cookie :3

Kitty0730 wrote:

cheese-duck wrote:

This topic is so dead :'(((

Yall want some cookiees or cheeese or piee or anything while I tell a story?

Aight it's story time
Let's see, what story should I tell
I've already told about The Creation (“yay spiders let's make a webcomic wait no i wanna write a novel”)… everything else is boring… some stuff has spoilers…

Okay.
I'm going to make a mock development log. For a person. (Jet.)

about 2 years ago - release - hyper kid with long hair, a patched-up aviator jacket, and snow boots
a few chapters in - now with cliche clumsiness…
a chapter later - ok now he's a genius and an e d g y r e b e l (this isn't getting off to a good start)
sometime later - now he's a true self insert because he has emotional problems and can't make lasting friendships rip
document 2 - now with p a s s i o n
a few chapters later - …oh. okay. now he's mentally scarred. oh no. ohhh noooo.
document 3 - whoa. wait. what? he KILLED someone? VOLUNTARILY?
a few chapters later - now he likes griffins
document 4 - wow he's not invincible. we're getting a bit better now
a few chapters later - now he acts more like a real person
a chapter later - WHAT? NOW HE'S DEPRESSED? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS GREEN COLOR SCHEME?
final battle - that was… dark.
right after final batlte - oh lol plot twist?

firelight - YAY HIS ARM'S PERMANENTLY PARALYZED WOOHOOOO he does nothing else in this book except play with jellyfish and get 2 years younger mentally
synchronize - wow, he has friends now. AAAND NOW HE'S DEPRESSED AGAIN YAYYYY and now he saves the world but we all saw that coming

maybe i'll make the firelight & synchronize dev log later but i gotta go now

May I request a cookie :3

YAYYY IT'S YOU here have as many cookies as you want : DDDDDD