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[cin2min]

[asksharktooth]

Arc 1: Beach Front {End}

Finally calming the newly hatched pokemon down, Kuuipo smiled as he cradled the two girls in his arms. He knew he wasn’t fit to be a parent, he could hardly take care of himself, but the idea of raising them made him excited. Besides, he knew his parents and Mocha had plenty of experience with this sort of stuff, so he wouldn’t be alone.

He hummed as he nudged them gently with his snout, cooing at their indescribable gibberish and sniffling. 

“I think I’ll name you...”

He looked at the sniffling azurill, “Thieda.” 

Then to the lapris, “And you’ll be Camilla.”

They seemed to calm down after receiving names, perhaps they understood him. He wasn’t sure how long it took for pokemon of their species to mature to that stage.

“Kuuipo!” 

Two frantic voices come from the down the beach. He doesn’t catch it at first, but the the frantic trills caught him as they got closer. He turned to see his parents rushing towards him. Before he could call out they were already upon him, gathering him into a protective hug.

“Kuuipo, where have you been!” Anankos cried as he held his son. “Oh we were so worried, you usually never leave that long, we thought you ran away or something.”

Iku nodded in agreement but spared no words, only sighing in relief. 

After their fretting they took notice of the baby pokemon in Kuuipo’s hands, exchanging looks of doubt.

“Kuuipo...” Iku started carefully, “Are these two... yours?”

Kuuipo nodded, “I guess so, I found them on the beach and couldn’t find the moms.” 

Anankos let out a large breath, “Oh good, for a moment I thought-oh whatever. They’re adorable, but are you sure you’re ready for this?”

He nodded confidently, likely the most he’s ever been on a topic. He handed Camilla over for Iku to hold, who accepted with a small hint of excitement on his stony face. “I-I want to try at least, because they have nobody to protect them, so I might as well right? Just like you and dad always protect me, I want to be there for somebody else too!”

Iku and Anankos exchanged soft looks and beamed at their son with pride. Seems Kuuipo was finally starting to grow up a little.

[rdrrnjrnls]

Sixteen things this Two-Oh-Sixteen

Twenty-Sixteen is about to get over in less than three hours and I thank our Almighty God for helping me and my family surpass this difficult but fulfilling year. Of course, without His blessing and guidance, we may have not made it through this year, smooth sailing. Hence, this year has left a lot of learning and lessons to ponder and I’m sure gonna bring these with me this coming 2017.

16. Be accountable. I learned to take ownership of things/deeds, whether good or bad, that I do myself and/or things/deeds that involves me.

15. You don’t need to impress anyone. Just be yourself. The right people will love you for who you are. Trust me.

14. Blood is always thicker than water. Put your family first. 

13. Embrace all you pains. This makes you human.

12. Read. Whether you have ample of excess time or when you don’t have any left at all, read. There’s never a bad book anyway.

11. Never loose a hobby. Moreover, learn new ones. :)

10. There isn’t a bad time for coffee. :)

9. Your family and friends would always be there to help you get by. (This is in my case, I believe I’ve got a pretty great bunch of friends and, well, I’ve got a pretty damn family too!)

8. Know the right time to speak and, of course, when to shut the f up. Practice DEDMAtology.  Always choose the battle that’s worth it.

7. Rest. Take whatever time you need to rest. Unwinding is a healthy way to help you get right back up.

6. Whenever you’re given a chance, always be kind. Be so kind that when others speak evil of you, no one would dare believe it. Somehow, it’ll all pay off in God’s perfect time.

5. It’s okay to get lost sometimes. Don’t worry, you may feel lost but that way will lead you to a place where you’re meant to be. Believe.

4. Love yourself. You don’t have to be so hard with yourself. If it doesn’t feel good, don’t do it. After all, isn’t it great to have yourself as your first love?

3. Go out. Have fun. This doesn’t mean you have to have some company. At times, you have to go out alone and have some ‘me time’. It’s healthy. You don’t need to always have company to be happy.

2. A mistake would always be a mistake until you let yourself learn from it.

1. Buckle up your seat belts, hold on tight, take a deep breath ‘cause life is a tough ride. At moments when you don’t think it will get better, it will. And just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, believe me, it will. So don’t dare lose a chance to live at the moment, ‘cause life is like fireworks - one time it’s magical then the next it’s gone with the wind and all you’re left are memories of it. Don’t forget to live.

And this wraps up my 2016.

This is rdrrn posting my closing remarks for 2016. Hope to see y’all in 2017 full of hope and determination and self love and all the positive vibes this world needs from us.

Vibrate the positive and happy attitude! Peace y’all!

rdrrn, 2016

[ask-aph-hong-kong-blog]

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    Hey there, you've come at the end of this thread; which has either been dropped or completed. If you want to see it from the start, put '/chrono' behind the current URL you are on.

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If you're the RP partner that created this thread with me, and you're confused why I put this ending post here, just ask me. It's probably because:

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[cruelqueen-blog]

your magic has expired! be seeing you soon. *POOF*

-The past few days have been very stressful. She can't seem to remember much of anything, and not being able to talk and tell anyone what's wrong is even worse. Especially since she isn't sure what caused this to begin with. It's only after she's laid down on the couch to sulk a bit, fluffy Goliath in tow beside her chest, that the most severe headache she's ever experienced hits her all at once.Angel groans, cradling her face in her hands--trying to block out the light so that this migraine might pass sooner. The only thing she can hear is a "poof" sort of noise and then a gasp escapes her throat and is followed by deep breaths as everything seems to flood in at once. Every memory she's forgotten comes spilling back in and the next thing she knows--she's out. She doesn't even get a chance to try and talk, but if she did, she would've realized that that works again too. Oh well, there's always the morning.- 

[edge-of-the-arctic]

Sorry everyone,

But I'm going to take my leave as well.

I really only RP'd here with Nor and nothing else is happening. So I'm going to just go back to my indie where it's a bit more lively. It's just one less account to manage, so... I hope you can all forgive me!

[primes-dont-party]

No Turning Back Now

The sudden clarity was painful, his optics narrowing fiercely.

 For some reason, this isn’t how he would have expected himself to feel.

The staged betrayal had almost been believable, lending him to think that this had been for naught. A convincing hand, played by two expert players in Megatrons’ game that proved to be effective in working the Decepticon leader into a frenzy. Optimus watched in muted pity as his former friend blundered, was hit, countered and stumbled about after those that attacked him. Eons of War and conflict had left all of them battered, worn and tired, but was this really how he was destined to end it all? With a sharp processor and the upperhand?

It didn’t seem right.

However, the time for second-guessing his decisions was brought to an abrupt end when purple optics narrowed on him, the behemoth of a mech turning slowly to face his nemesis. “Prime!” The Tyrant bellowed blade and mind turned toward killing off the last Prime and cause of his madness.  “You did this! You… You poison… Tell me where…” Megatrons’ disjointed snarling silencing the Bridge. “Fight me! Coward! I will… To the Pitt with… Your noble, self-righteous self!”

This was not the first time they’d fought. Not in the slightest. Optimus could remember each conflict, each battle between the two of them, and it made his tanks roil at the thought. His grip on the Star Saber tightened at the words, having heard those innumerable times before. Nothing had changed. Not in the several Millennia that this conflict had lasted. He didn’t reply, merely adjusting his stance to be an easier target for the stumbling warlord.

This wasn’t how he wanted it to end.

A surprisingly swift movement from Megatron sent him barreling forward, blade raised above his helm in order to strike down his foe. But Optimus saw the fault in his enemies’ attack; Too high, his midsection impossibly vulnerable due to his lack of coordination and judgment.

It wasn’t a fair fight.

He initially had expected another clash of titans as their battles had been in the past - An intricate, deadly dance that they both knew so well. However, this time, their battle was short, precise and over within blink of an eye.  Optimus pivoted where he stood in order to crouch and thrust upwards as Megatron came at him, absorbing the shock of several tones of power slamming into his hilt. The sound of metal piercing metal rang out through the Bridge before a surprised, strained gasp of realization and the resulting thunderous sound of a warlord falling to his knees.

Megatron had fallen. The Star Saber wedged neatly into his chest just below his spark housing.

Optimus, was silent.