#monikachr

[wonderalmighty]

A New Bugster?

Emu had been working in his clinic when he received a phone talking about a possible bugster appearance...which to him was weird since most bugster activity had pretty much died off.

Though he knew he couldn’t ignore the intel. So gathering up his items including his belt and gashats he headed out to see if he could find the bugster..or at least try to if it wasn’t hidden.

[manga-is-lit-blog]

Hey everyone I recently started drawing, I was pretty bored of reading manga all the time and wanted to try something new so here’s a drawing of me and Monika! I hope everyone likes it! (OOC) Don’t repost without permission and don’t use unless you credit me, reblogs are fine and yes, I did use the menu background. Don’t delete the caption, thanks! <3

@monikachr

[twinxmasters-archived]

@monikachr logged on.

“So uh, literature club is that it? Sorry if you’re looking for new members, I kinda haven’t even been in the proximity of a school for two years.”

[liikeglitterandgcld]

A Blade and her Driver || closed

“So it’s ready for its new Driver. Go on Melia.”

Melia swallowed hard, staring at the azure light of the Core Crystal on the pedestal, beckoning her. Her mother’s Core Crystal. The beating in her heart thumped aloud in her ears. Her movements were slow, careful, but filled with purpose.

She took a deep breath. If Melia had the potential, she’ll be a Driver. Like her late mother and half-brother before her. A rarity on itself. Yet even so, the Blade will have no memory. Start over with a clean slate. She wondered why.  Deep breath. If she didn’t have the potential, she’ll die. A dangerous gamble all in all. 

Tanned digits, braced the glowing stone. Pain rippled through her body like a shockwave, as the Core Crystal’s power surged through her, judging her. Melia grit her teeth, refusing the cry out in pain. More pain surged, forcing her to tighten her grip. 

Then..... nothing. The pain ceased. The Core Crystal disappeared, taking it’s form once again. 

“Congratulations Melia,” Lorithia’s voice brought her back to reality. “You are now a Driver.”

That was over a month ago. Melia sighed. Finally a day to herself. Still, the reality that she was a Driver now was still surreal to her. Turning around, the teen leaned against the railing, staring at Cloud Sea, hundreds of feet below. A low tide, she noticed.

“I wonder what’s it like?” She asked to no one, despite her Blade nearby. “Being a salvager I mean?”

{ @monikachr }

[soldmysoulforacupcake]

@monikachr

He waded through the code, looking around for the pixels. This was the right file, he was sure of it. Her file. She had to be somewhere around here.  He was tempted to call out to her, but then, he didn’t have a VA. He really didn’t have many lines, anyway, so calling out wouldn’t help. A text box couldn’t project sound. 

He bent down, collecting pixels. There had to be a way to... what had she called it? Back when she was talking to that... other person, the one who had controlled what he said, and made him do things that never actually mattered, in the scheme of things, the... puppeteer? Player? 

Whatever, it didn’t matter. Coding. She’d called it coding, he was pretty sure. Not that he had a clue how to code, but he was pretty sure the pixels would help... he picked up another, trying to connect them, until they formed an “M.” He smiled lightly- or would have, if they’d rendered lips for him- starting to make another. 

“Monika? Are you here?” his text box read. 

[magicaprincepselodie]

@monikachr liked for a starter

“So, you’re M̵̰͖͎͍̰̻͔̯̯o̡̳̜͕̺̦͎͔͍͔͍͓͟͠͞͝n̩̭͍͚͔͖̫̹̖̪̘͠͡͡i̧̨̜̦̥͕͈̟͎͕͖͚͙͕̬̺̱̯k͏̸̟̖̬̠a̢̺̳̪̜̜͙͜͡ -san, right?”

The transfer student smiled as she looked up at Monika, giving her a small bow. “I-It’s a real pleasure to meet you! I’m Elodie Wiedersheim! Or uh... Wiedersheim Elodie here?” she played with her hair a bit, a nervous habit she had long-sinced picked up.

Test: Public Speaking > Success

“Umm... the teachers said I should join a club, where should I start with that?” Elodie asked. “I don’t wanna stand out or anything, do you know what good ones I should join?” The poor thing still didn’t have any friends in this country. A club would be a good place to start, right? She had heard Monika was actually the president of a small one: it might’ve been a good a place as any to start?

T̳͉̙̥̩͉̞͎̭̲̱̜̰̤̙̻͠h̸̡̨̭̪̼̪͕̰̟̬̻̗̮̫͖͖̳̘̣̕͡è̤̺̫̗̼͇̮͓̱̻ ̢̦͈͓̩̮͇͓̳̗͖̺͚̮͞ý̮̙̥͚̟̣͢͝ͅa͏̵҉͖̹̲̼̤̦͚̣͓̤͔͖̬̣͇̪̮ņ̧̢͏̮͖̪͍͍̻̦̖̹͔̟̜͉͇̟̝̹͚͝ͅḑ̴̺̣͍̖̻̦͎̀͠ȩ̯̫͚͕͍̝͖͓͍̪̯̮͉͖͙̗̪̯̀̕͞r̶̡̥̹̪̘̲̞̫̤̰̗̲̦̲̯̦̜͟͞ͅe̛̖̣͍̹̯͇̮̳̙̬̱͉̘̕͘̕,̷̖̰̰̤͟ ̵̡͙͔̝̙̯̀͟ţ̧̡̼͓͚͎̠̥̳͓͕̰̱̞͔̹̫ş̛̣͇͔̝̦̟̬̤̺̹̜͇̖͇̥̘͡ͅͅų̷̛̟̜̫̹̝̠̮̖̮͔̰̫͉̣̭̬̮̭͠n̷͉͔̠̥̼̬̟̙̺̪͓̱̗̼̖͞͝d̵̝͓̜̙̰̘͠͡ͅe҉͉̥̟̼̦̫͈̥̼̮̖̬̱͜ͅr̨̨͟͡͏̭̰͉̘̜͉͔̼̱̬͈͚͕͎ͅẹ̦̘̺̞̪͔̰͈́͜ͅͅ,̸̷͚̼̗͖̯̟̠̱̝̞͇ ͏͘͏̲͚͈͉̞̳̞̜͇͕c̶̴̤͚͔̝̺̯̟͎̝̳̪̕͝͠h̶̡̨̥̲̯̩͚̭̮̗̗͖̱̻̖̳̖̦̻͉i̧̜̯̥̺̝̖͟ĺ̵̪̤̫͍̪ͅd̴͎̣̠̻̣̮̫̘̠̠͙̘̺̱̱͎̳͞ḩ̵̺̠͓̲͙͚̪̗̘̘̝̼̟͕̱̠ǫ̸̱̠͈̟͕͜o҉̪͕̣̻̥̣̰͎̻̖̹̗̕d͏̹̟͔͖̬͔̰̤͉̘̭͞ ̡̣͇̱͖͎͔̘̝͎̣̕f̢̖̰̜̟̲̖̪̫̪̜̗̠̪͞r͞҉̨̥͖̙̠̥̩̖̲̙͓͎͟͝í̟̗̙̖͚̞͚͈͉̪̱̰͎͓̠̘̀̕͞e̷̡͓͕̤͇̙̤͢ͅn̸̷̦͇͎̪̭̙̤̱͝d҉̞̩̭̹̺͍͓͓͘,̸̡̹͎͔͖̕͜ ̘̞͖͇̝̥̗̼̹̬̲͞a̴̮̭͈̘̜͓̬͝n̢̰͎͉͓͉͕̳̗͠ͅd̵̝͓̲͖͓̀́͡ ̴̧̝̪͕͔͉͟͞t҉̭̭͈͉̗̩͎̦̱̫̯̬͚̻͖͝r̶̡̤̩̠̘̝̝̟̯̗̟̰͇͇̣̤͢a̘̫̼̹̹̦̗̻͎̱̕͞͡͠͡ͅń̵̡̼͕̫͔̠̱̝̪̗͕̖̹̠͚̞͚͞ͅş̶̨̗͎̝͈̟̻͉̱̲͍̭̳͈̳͖͝͠f̸̧͎͓̞͎̖̯̻̤͔͚̜͍̜͝͠ẹ̤̤̮̹̳͙̬̘̯̱̕r̷̞̬̫̠̟͎̠͍̫̺̹̬͚͜ ̵̨̣̣̻̖̳̘̱͙̫̀̕s̴̴̡̛̤͓̘̜̞͚̟̱͇̭͎͙͡t̴͙̠̟̖̦̠̙̖̥̱̺̙͖͉̭̙̹͠͡ư̢͘͏̗̙̯̮̘̺̘̯͇̱̩̝̘͓͕d̸̶̵̫̫̲̤̖̘̝̦͎͎̪͘e̡̢̲̲͖̰̻͖̯̺̰̬̹͉͉̥̳̯͇̕͠n͘҉̵̟͖̭͔̣̟̪ţ̦͓̬̭̯̝͙̰̯̠̤̳̠̝̕ͅ.̛̯̬̰̫̮̯͚͢ͅ  

[swimswimchan]

@monikachr

   Ayana was always a quiet girl. It was usually mistaken for shyness, but she held no reserve whenever she spoke up. It was simply the case that she didn’t speak up often. Her parents were worried that it was a sign of antisocial behaviour, made even worse when they realised she had few friends in school. She always made good grades, but her low social activities led to her parents and teachers being concerned. 

   They didn’t know about the whole ordeal involving Clamberry and her “game”, but those around Ayana noticed her becoming somehow even more withdrawn from others afterwards. What started as a minor concern became a fear for her teachers and her parents. They weren’t sure if something had happened to her or if she had some unknown mental condition that was worsening. They did know that they had to do something to help her out.

   Ayana felt something was going on, but she didn’t care much until one day she was informed she was going to receive a private mentor to help her out after school a few times per week. This was definitely not what she wanted to hear. Her grades were all above average, and she didn’t have any behavioural problems. At least, none that harmed any of the other students. Despite that, she had no desire to get along with others, since most of them just seemed so… useless to her. 

   Still, despite her disdain, she didn’t have a choice in the matter. The school decided it was what’s best for her, and now she had to live with it. Some high school student named Monika would be stopping by that afternoon to meet her once school was done and serve as her tutor for social skills. Apparently she was a smart girl as well, but one who was really popular and good-natured. It was better than having someone her age or someone really old try to lecture her, but Ayana wasn’t thrilled. She hoped this wouldn’t cut into her magical girl time. 

   After school, she’d wait by the school gate as instructed. Monika shouldn’t be too long getting here. If she did take too long, Ayana considered just heading home and telling the teachers about it the next day. While waiting, she watched the other students head home. Almost all of them leaving in groups of two or three, maybe even more. She never walked home with anybody. She wouldn’t today either, if it wasn’t for the fact she’d be reprimanded for dismissing a tutor like this so easily. 

[topspeedwitch-blog]

starter for @monikachr

Top Speed had been asked by Fav to investigate some strange readings he’d been picking up.  Top Speed flew down towards where Fav said the source of the disturbance was, a normal looking high school.  

Top Speed looked around for anything strange, but couldn’t see anything out of place.  She was about to contact Fav and let her know that she couldn’t find anything, when she noticed a girl near the school gate.  Maybe she knew something.  Top Speed flew down to her, “Heya, nice to meetcha!  Name’s Top Speed, have you happened to notice anything strange around here?”