Thanks so much. It’s been a long while.
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technically, no, but thought-speak automatically translates other languages to one the reciever understands c:
i would think they have their own language, since untranslatable words like velcols, shorms, and nothlits exist, but since they only communicate in thought-speak the characters only ever understand them in englidh
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go ahead!
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Yes٫ thanks.
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is there a character who is like ‘the eyes’ or ‘the brains’ that watches over everything and like helps plan things or smth?
ah yes. Telepathy 
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<> NOOOO! Um…ignore me.
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< Is it like this? >
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YES.
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I completely forgot about those terms 
good point!
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i was just reading through the animorphs wiki so 
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Do they have their powers yet? Like in the rp? 
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Great question.
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not yet, but soon!
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Why are bios so hard to create?! 
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frrrr
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Transformation Nate
Nate Darkthorne stood alone in the dimly lit room, a mixture of anticipation and complete fear coursing throughout his veins. The weight of his messenger bag felt like an anchor, pulling him down, never letting him down. What used to be his comfort… turned into nightmare fuel. The room shrinks around him, the air thick with an unsettling tension.
As Nate closed his eyes… trying to rack his brain in hopes of remembering every book he’s ever read… He needed to calm down, for this was his last chance of proving himself. He needed to complete the initiation to enter the world of the Animorphs. But deep down, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming fear that gripped his heart. He was just sixteen, and despite his attempts to portray maturity, he was truly afraid.
A surge of energy hit Nate’s body, accompanied by a sharp jolt of pain that made his muscles convulse. It felt as if invisible hands were tearing him apart, reshaping his very soul. Every fiber of his being rebelled against the intrusion, a primal instinct for survival resisting the transformation.
Nate’s bones crackled and shifted, rearranging themselves with an agonizing precision. His skin crawled as hair sprouted, completely covering his body with a dense layer of fur. The sensation was repulsive, an endless reminder that he could no longer fight this transformation. That his body was no longer his to control.
As his limbs contorted and elongated, Nate tried to bite his lip to silence a cry of pain. But the attempt was futile, his screams echo throughout the room, and the sensation was excruciating. Nate felt as if his body was being torn asunder. His once steady breathing turned into a desperate beg, his heart beating too fast for a human. This was not the heroic transformation he witness with his peers. This was death.
Wings sprouted from his back, emerging with a sickening squelch of blood and bone. They unfurled, too fragile and delicate for the contrast his body just experienced. Nate’s heart continued to pound, blood dripped out of his ears…
The room spun around him, colors blending into a chaotic whirlwind. Nate’s vision blurred, his eyes unable to comprehend the shifting of shapes and the wings on his back. He was losing his identity in this twisted metamorphosis, who he was before became a blurred image, replaced with a nightmarish view.
With a final surge of energy, the transformation reached its climax, leaving Nate on the floor, trembling and disoriented. He blinked numerous times, trying to make sense of it all. But all he could see was his new form… adorned with vibrant wings. The sight made his stomach churn, a reminder that he was weaker than he has ever been.
Fear gripped hold of Nate’s entire being, his mind reeling with the realization that he was no longer the master of his fate. This was the cost of following his dreams, of wanting to be something he wasn’t, a price he would’ve never imagined until he saw his reflection. He felt alone, terrified of the very path he has chosen, regretting every decision he made throughout his life.
As his fragile wings fluttered, Nate longed for safety and solace from his human form. He longed for a hug from his parents, he longed for a way out. But he was all alone in this dimly lit room.
(First draft… 18+ mistakes but I do want Nate’s transformation to be as brutal as possible. Also what animal did he transform into?)
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‘o’ whoa
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Oh my god?? Poor Nate 
but good writing! I will say tho iirc the morphing process was disturbingly painless, the characters described it like being hopped up on Novacin or “supposed to hurt but not actually doing so,” which somehow makes it worse in my opinion
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Telly tends to take a more realistic approach
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