Entertain Me, for I am the King.

One should not neglect that once succeed in making its mate create such a call, usually a sly grin appears on the ‘Derpicous Psychopathus’ face. This grin is a sign of success and made the Derpicous Psychopathus’ feel accomplished.

His voiced quivered slightly as he bit down on his lip, legs crossing together as he cranes his neck to look at her. Amazing... such a process has not been caught on film, up until this day. Speculations have been made of what exactly undergoes but this is a groundbreaking discovery, if theories are in fact proven to be truth!

"A-Any reason you wanted to do that...?"

Have you ever wanted a digital pet? Or maybe a companion! Well look no further! I got plenty of Digimon eggs just needing good homes! But before that there’s a few rules that need to be dropped.

I won’t be returning to you to hatch your digiegg, they will hatch on their own. <Mun picking what baby Digimon they get.>

Anyone is welcome to reblog but please be patient. I will get to you when I get to you.

If your submission has the following words. “Hmm…there’s something odd about this egg." Then that means your Digimon was lucky enough to get the X antibody. Not all digimon will be given this, I’m sorry.

After your egg hatches, if you require an evolution guide here is the best one thus far.

A digivice will be given to you upon egg submission, there is not set type as the will be random to keep this fair.

// ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs. ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 12ɴᴅ, sᴏ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴇɢɢ ɢɪᴠᴇᴀᴡᴀʏ.

ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴇɢɢ ᴏɴ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 10ᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɢɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ [ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 12ɴᴅ].

ʀᴜʟᴇs :

• ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ.

• ɴᴏ sʜɪɴʏ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴs.

• ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇs [ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ].

• ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ - ᴏɴᴇ ᴇɢɢ.

• ɴᴏ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ.

// ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀs. ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 12ɴᴅ, sᴏ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴇɢɢ ɢɪᴠᴇᴀᴡᴀʏ.

ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴛʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴇɢɢ ᴏɴ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 10ᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɢɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ [ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 12ɴᴅ].

ʀᴜʟᴇs :

• ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ.

• ɴᴏ sʜɪɴʏ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴs.

• ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇs [ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ].

• ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ - ᴏɴᴇ ᴇɢɢ.

• ɴᴏ ᴘᴏᴋᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ.

He had discovered the onset of teeth the hard way that way...

And even though she says that, she also wants to pinch herself to see if this is real. The impossible is in her arms and she can’t quite believe it either. The little arms moved, clenched the fabric of her coat and looked up at him. Blinked. The light grey tuft of hair on its head a proof of it’s own.

She was soft, but warm. Was this how babies felt like? It must be. She was theirs: his and Noir's. He knew that she wouldn't have been comfortable with the kind of physical intimacy his Brother and his Queen shared, but he had wanted to show her he was willing to make them work. Willing enough to participate in her experiments with a gleeful enthusiasm.

One such particular experiment involved injecting their genetic material in a base, and produced the lovely specimen that squirmed in her sheets. He looked up, beaming as he reached out carefully to wipe his Partner's tears away.

"She's ours, we created something impossible; a miracle even! She's... she's precious... she's our..." The word hung in the air. "Daughter."

The word confirmed it for him; he had shared a bond and this was the result. As carefully as he could, he wrapped his free arm around Noir and held her close, squeezing her form gently to his.

Well, partner from now on, sounds like. She nodded her head, feeling the same exhilaration running through her veins and all because of this crying little bundle in her arms. Stepping inside, she turned toward Sou-kun immediately. Surely, he knows what happened.

It worked. It worked this time and she’s crying so loudly in her arms that it echoes around the hallways and all around them.

And still, the puppet in his arms lay motionless. At first it unnerved him, but eventually he saw this as a sign.

He had never ventured out of the castle, but when he mentioned about wanting to visit his new friend, he was surprised when his Brother allowed it.

He leaned in close as she moved, taking a peek into the bundle that squirmed in her arms. There it was... breathing as it tried to escape the confines of Noir's arms. He smiled wide at the tuft of hair on its head. He wanted to reach in, confirm with his own touch that it was real.

He was proud. No words could express just how proud he was... but perhaps...

Noir knocked against the great door with a hand while carefully cuddling a bundle with her other. The bundle is small, and on closer inspection, is her lab coat wrapped around something. There is a quiet noise from the bundle before a cry sounded. A baby cry.

The Shadow appears equal part panicked and excited as she try to quietly try to make the crying stop.

And found his eyes widening at the cry.

As quick as a flash he raced down, down stairs that winded and spiraled, along halls that stretched endlessly, and nearly crashed into the door he meant to open. He felt winded, breathing heavily as he struggled to open the door just a smidgen of a crack

"H-hello--N-Noir! Oh gosh, I'm sorry about that!" he stammered. He opened the door a bit wider and stepped away to let her in. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush but he felt rather... exhilarated.

That cry meant one thing: