#animaarmatus

[palmtxptaiga-blog]

anima-armatus replied to your post: — {ღ}; “Why are people all thinking Sunglasses are...

I don’t even know how this started—oh wait. Yes I do.

we all know who started this. *cough cough*

[littlegoldenprodigy]

ALMON DIGIVOLVE TO--

~ SOULBOUNDMON ~

OR

SEXIERTHANBROTHERMON

[littlegoldenprodigy]

I like that you roleplay as Ed during his early years. :D

There are a thousand other rp blogs for the canon character I play. So what do you like about MINE?

THAT COMING FROM YOU-- THANK YOU <3

[unendingdarkhatred-blog]

Six have entered Nier

"We're out of magic!" Xalgon yelled as he back flipped over a Shade that came up from behind.

"I am not oblivious to that, I am the one who is trying to collect more!" Cinereus said. As Xalgon slashed away at the Shades, the blood of the fallen was being absorbed into the book to create more energy.

"Are you sucking up their blood?!" The teen asked as he kept slicing.

"Like all other books of power would say: Blood is sound, sounds are words, and words are power!"

"For some reason it doesn't feel good for me!"

That was odd, but then again, a Grimoire hasn't been this bound to a normal human before. "Well then let us finish off these troublesome Shades!" Cinereus yelled.

And with that, the tome hovered above Xalgon, glowing with an aura as the teen got into a charging stance. Then, in all directions, blades of dark energy came out of the ground to impale the remaining enemies, Dark Execution.

With that final move, Xalgon fell to his knees, panting. "Are you well?" Grimoire Cinereus hovered behind him.

"Y-Yeah... I'm just gonna..." And with that, he passed out.

"Oh dear. Someone! We need assistance! We have a fallen warrior!" Yelled the book. He knew people were nearby, he could feel it.

[paenitudo]

anima-armatus replied to your post: “I see you guys liking that post. *squints at*”:

Maybe.

theuntaintedchild replied to your post: “I see you guys liking that post. *squints at*”:

[I think that your 03' Ed would be super interesting so ye. .w.]

I'm totes gonna make it because yeah. He's gonna be a whole lot more dark because of the things he's seen about Nina and the whole nine yards. Oh and things like that scene when the kid was crying for his mom who was dead on the sheets triggered him reminding him of the time he transmuted his mom. so I need me some angst once I make the blog. ;v;

[paenitudo]

I see you guys liking that post. *squints at*

[the-land-of-morning-calm-blog]

lost-little-ib, anima-armatus, elizavetahungary27, bespoleznyy, and breviloquentbauhinia have come for a visit

The laundry basket was quite heavy, as Jihyun had washed a few coats. She sighed as slowly walked towards the stairs. Her house was quiet, and silent. Silence unnerved Jihyun and she began to move down the steps.

A knock on the door startled Jihyun and she dropped the basket, watching the clothes spill out and the basket hit the wall occasionally and land crookedly on the bottom step, leaving behind a trail of clothes. Jihyun manuerved her way and opened the door. "I'm so sorry!" she bowed her head. "I um I just." she stuttered for lack of words.