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Guardian of Aura Part 1My name is Cyrus, and THIS... is my story.Guardian of Aura Part 1 by =jd02022092
You might look at me as one of those average day-to-day young adults. However, that average young adult has a secret: since as far as I can remember, fame has taken over much of my life. It doesn't matter where I am, school, work, or online, everyone seems to be talking about me behind my back.
How is this possible?
Well, I had this aspiration of becoming the best filmmaker in Worcester alone. When I started, I had expected to gain enough fame to be considered one of the best in the world. However, later I had realized that it would take much longer than

Guardian of Aura Part 2The feeling of running had all of a sudden become so different. Comparing myself before my change, I had gained enough energy to accelerate myself to speeds of around 90 mph. I might have gone fasterGuardian of Aura Part 2 by =jd02022092
The route to Elm Park for me was easy: upon reaching the end of Route 70, I leap to the right, onto Route 9. It wasn't very hard to find; it took me almost 5 minutes to even get there.
Luckily, no one saw me. I must have been a blur to them.
Upon reaching Elm Park, I start looking for Laura. There she was, about a few feet away from my position, sitting on one of the park benches on

Guardian of Aura Part 3Green Hill Park: so huge you could take about 500 Foley Stadiums and put them all into the total area of the park. So huge even many of the big activities are up on this huge mountain, such as golf, fishing, etc.Guardian of Aura Part 3 by =jd02022092
So much a Lucario CAN'T do in time.
At just the right moment, I take a left off of Route 70 and up the hill toward the entrance to the park. The hill is so steep, yet I still maintain my speed.
To get a good view of the park, I directed my body towards the highest point in the park and kept going until I got there. It was not a bad view, but if I leapt high enough, I could see more.
My initial tho
| The original series that kept me on deviantART. Guardian of Aura will have a sequel, written by *MorganLing. |

Pokeumans: A Shell FeelingIt happened to me when I was 15.Pokeumans: A Shell Feeling by =jd02022092
It had always been repeating for me since my middle school graduation: I get this weird dream that I am actually a Dewott, fighting in the ring against an opponent's Emolga. In my dream, type advantages never bothered me; I just kept fighting till the battle was won.
But every night, the moves were different. This time, my trainer commanded me to use Waterfall. A rush of water poured out of my body like I was a machine. I manage to bring the water down on my opponent and
I wake up.
Today, however, was no different when I started to feel a weird feeling arou

A Shell Feeling: The AbilityIt has been 6 months since I first became a Dewott. It was a normal day. I managed to get my things packed and ready to go to my first class for the day.A Shell Feeling: The Ability by =jd02022092
I can tell you right now that being a Pokemon could never get any more awesome than what I am experiencing now. I can now control how much water I exert.
Yet I don't feel like I have that experience. It isn't coming to me.
My roommate, Jay the Quilava, was able to comfort me with a warm fire before I left for my first class: History. God, how I hated that class so much. It's just nothing but the history of the Pokemon.
Despite the f

ASF: Tiny Friendship"Hallå? Är någon hemma?"ASF: Tiny Friendship by =jd02022092
That was the first thing I heard the moment Jay and I woke up that morning.
I turned to the door to see who it was. It was a Vulpix, accompanied by a very familiar Scizor.
"Thanks, Will," I said.
"No problem," the Scizor responded. And with that, he left, leaving my "new roommate" behind.
"Trevligt att träffas! Jag är Max," the Vulpix greeted us.
"Can you speak English?" I asked. "We can't understand you."
"Oh, sorry," the Vulpix replied. He offered a paw, as if he wanted to shake paws with us. "Nice to meet you! I'm Max."
I grabbed his paw,

A Shell Feeling: Jinxed---3:00 PM---A Shell Feeling: Jinxed by =jd02022092
Coming out of my gym class, I felt very confident about the weekend. Knowing I had a lot of training to take care of, as well as trying to get my Water Pulse to the point where I can use it in battle, I headed straight for my room. As usual, Jacob and Max were not there to comfort me.
I set my bookbag down and headed straight for one of the training rooms.
Upon arrival, I began focusing on a dummy in one of the far corners. One swift motion of my Razor Shell, and the dummy was sliced in half. Confident, and focused, my mind shifted to another nearby dummy. Striking my Aqu

A Shell Feeling: The Tiny FireAnother normal day. When can I ever have an abnormal day around here?A Shell Feeling: The Tiny Fire by =jd02022092
Coming back from dinner wasn't so bad, at least until I crashed into someone familiar.
It was my old buddy, Clyde the Blaziken. The one that would tell us when curfew was coming every night.
"Oh hi Clyde," I said as I was about to pass on toward my room.
"Wait, John," I heard Clyde call out to me. I stopped and slowly turned around, awaiting what was next.
"You know, ever since I met you," he said, "I've been getting this urge, this desire. Ever since I saw you as a tiny Dewott for the first time, I've always wondered what it would be

A Shell Feeling: The IllusionistI love sports, especially college sports. Today, Jay and I were watching a little college basketball. The UConn boys scoring crazy shots against the Longhorns. Around halftime, we heard a knock at the door.A Shell Feeling: The Illusionist by =jd02022092
"Who's there?" I asked.
The door opened, and in front of me stood a beautiful Zoroark. She wore glasses that reflected in the natural light.
"Hi. Is this, uh Room 571?" it asked with a feminine voice.
I got scared. I was about to tell her, 'Yes, this is the right room,' but then what if I made a terrible mistake? What if this Zoroark was told that one of us had a special ability?

A Shell Feeling: The BetIt's been a few months since I transferred to the Long Island base, and already I won my first battle here.A Shell Feeling: The Bet by =jd02022092
But with who you may ask?
Well, it was this day that I decided to work harder on that Water Pulse. I still didn't feel it was right.
By the time I hit my 8th dummy, I spotted a Lucario with a white bandana enter the training room with a Riolu wearing a purple scarf. Bingo, I thought.
I managed to hide behind one of the dummies long enough to watch their training. Unfortunately, I didn't catch the fact that the Lucario sensed my presence.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. "What're you doing?" h

ASF: A Very Special DeliveryToday started with a knock at the door. "Mail call!"ASF: A Very Special Delivery by =jd02022092
I opened the door to see standing before me a bipedal Hippopotas carrying a mailbag.
"So this must be the Dewott I keep hearing about?" he said.
"It might be." I replied, nervously.
The Hippopotas shrugged. "Anyway, I have a special delivery for the three of you."
The sound of that made Avo and Polaris wake up, eager for our long-awaited mail since my transfer, and since their transformations.
"First, I have a package for uh Polaris, is it?"
An Umbreon jumped right next to me. "That's me!" the Umbreon, Polaris, replied.
"Here you go, Po

A Shell Feeling: Eaten AliveIt was a day like any other; nothing special, just a normal weekday like any other...A Shell Feeling: Eaten Alive by =jd02022092
Or so I thought. Little did I know of the tight fix I would get into later today.
It was just after lunch. I was a tad late getting to my Pokémon History class, one of my worst classes. Arceus, how I hated what Ms. Marino did to us if we were late. Whenever we were late to her class, she would whip us with one of her vines. I wished I never had a Serperior as a teacher.
I was running down the hall trying to reach my next class on time, when I ran into an Electabuzz. A Weavile and a Sku

A Shell Feeling: The StalkerThroughout my day today, I was tortured by the feeling of being followed. Every turn of the head resulted in nothing. Whoever it was must've escaped before I caught a glimpse of them.A Shell Feeling: The Stalker by =jd02022092
Ms. Dason, a Samurott teacher that transferred to Long Island a few days before I did, and sounds like my mother, even caught me one time.
But it was coming out of my Science class that I really started to feel sharp feelings of a stalker.
Carrying my bookbag, I ran across the hall as fast as I could. My heart kept beating faster as I went further. The feeling stuck throughout.
When I stopped for a rest, the feelin
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Commission Info: TF Story Commissions: Note that Pokemon Transformations are easier for me to work on, but I can also write a TF about your non-Pokémon OC, as long as I know about your character in some way, whether it be through devWatch, or by sending me a reference. Also, I do not include TG in any of my stories. Yes, I do legendaries too. Also, I can only write oneshots, as they are much quicker to make. Currently, I have 8 slots available for commissioned TF stories. The order you see is not the order I will finish them: (Slot Closed) (Slot Closed) (Slot Closed) (Slot Closed) I have failed on 1 commission so far. Art Commissions: -$2 for a Sketch, max 2 characters -$5 for a Colored drawing, no background, max 2 characters -$7 for a Colored drawing, plus background, max 2 characters -$10 for a Colored + Digitally enhanced drawing, max 2 characters All commissions are traditional, combined if commission is digitally enhanced. I have 5 slots open for Art Commissions: -(Slot Closed) -(Slot Closed) -(Slot Closed) -(Slot Closed) -(Slot Closed) Gift Information: Gifts from me are done on a friends only basis and are usually TF stories of a character I know more from the person involved. They're usually oneshots, and are usually released on a special occasion, like a birthday, for example. The only way I will know about a birthday is either through the Message Center on dA or through chat. Just let me know if your birthday is coming up in the next week and I'll try my best to do something for you. Gifts in Progress: Collab Info: If you're a dA Friend of mine, then you're more than welcome to start a collaborative story with me. Options include: For TF Stories... I'll provide the details, you just have to write it. I can also provide a spellcheck and grammar check if you want. For Creepypastas... You provide the storyline, and the two of us will write it together, as long as you write most of the descriptive detail. For Narratives... The situation has to relate to something similar that happened to both of us (your story first). The best (or worst, in some cases) of the two stories is the subject of the narrative. If it's your story, then you write it, I'll provide the spellcheck and grammar check. If it's my story, I'll write the story, you'll provide the missing details, asking me questions as you go along. For Artwork... you just have to provide me with a lineart of what I intend to color. The other artist may also be willing to provide other effects like shadowing. Collabs in progress: Art Trades: Simple. Just tell me what you want me to draw, and I'll tell you what I want from you. Art Trades in Progress: Kiriban Info: When I open a Kiriban, I only open it when I'm close to a certain amount of views. Kiribans may vary and are requested by the user that captured the Kiriban. Users must be logged in to capture a Kiriban. They must also upload the capture to their deviantart and send me the link so that I know you captured it. There are no disputed Kiribans; I only take the one that is sent to me first. Kiribans Completed: Next kiriban at 50,000 pageviews. Other Info: I also do RP Battles in chat. Win-loss records no longer matter to me anymore, just as long as I'm having fun battling is all I care about. |