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𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟.

01/03/2022 08:32 PM 

Johto Team

         TeddiursaGiven to Basil for his 10th birthday, the two initially showed very little interest in one another. On Teddiursa’s part, it was captured from its home along Route 45 and became homesick often. One day, Basil noticed this while feeding Teddiursa and decided to make a specialized jelly from honey and Cheri Berries, which started their bond of friendship. Teddiursa eventually convinced Basil to travel along Route 45 more often, leading Basil to decide to fully dedicate to Pokémon research.Teddiursa tends to be stubborn to a fault and takes time to warm up to humans, even despite being captured in a Friend Ball and while quicker to befriend other Pokémon, it still takes time. In fact, Teddiursa is so stubborn that it used to cling to an Everstone to keep from evolving, partially out of fear of changing its eating habits or relationship with Basil if it became an Ursaring. When Basil realized this, he offered to turn Teddiursa’s Everstone into a necklace.It loves spending time with Basil and watching him work, be it in the field or in a lab, and has spent 15 years traveling with him around the world. Teddiursa will usually walk with Basil or ride on his shoulder, staunchly protecting him while taking in the sights of the world around them.         GligarUnlike Teddiursa, who takes longer to warm up to others, Gligar was immediately friendly upon first encounter. Rather than swooping down from its nest to attack Teddiursa or Basil, it was trying to snatch up a Pecha Berry hanging off a tree when Basil had plucked it just moments before flight. Oddly, it was still in a very happy mood when it recovered from the miss. Feeling bad for taking its food, Basil offered the Berry to Gligar, starting the friendship between the researcher and the Pokémon.While Gligar wouldn’t join Basil’s party initially, repeated meetings on Route 45 continued increasing their bond. When Basil came to study the feeding patterns of other Pokémon, Gligar would come down to share a meal with Basil and Teddiursa. Then, when attacked by a wild Graveler, Gligar swooped down to protect its friends, fending off the stronger Pokémon long enough for Basil to get to safety. Shortly thereafter, when it discovered that Basil would be moving, it decided to join Basil in his travels.         PhanpyPhanpy was the last member of Basil’s party to join before he left Blackthorn, and had been the most vexing Pokémon he had dealt with prior to then. Jealous of the attention that it saw being given to Teddiursa and Gligar, Phanpy decided to harass the group each time they came to Route 45, throwing mud or sand into their picnics or outright eating all the Berries off of a tree before they could pick them.When Basil finally had enough of Phanpy’s behavior, he stopped coming to Route 45 altogether and began conducting more of his research from home, much to Phanpy’s dismay. However, Basil wouldn’t disappear forever and would come back to Route 45 one last time in passing on his way to New Bark Town. When he did, Phanpy challenged Basil to a battle, refusing to let him pass. Finally understanding that Phanpy just wanted to be their friend, Basil decided to catch Phanpy. From then on, Phanpy acted as Basil’s primary fighting Pokémon.

AniRoleplay

01/03/2022 08:14 PM 

Suicide Hotlines in The United States

National Suicide Prevention Lifelinehttps://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/1-800-273-TALK (8255)Crisis Text LineText "741741"https://www.crisistextline.org/Trevor Lifelinehttps://www.thetrevorproject.org/get-help/1-866-488-7386Trans LifelineUS: 1-877-565-8860Canada: 1-877-330-6366Veterans Crisis Line1-800-273-8255, Press 1

pretty bird (α΄‘α΄€Κ€Κ™ΙͺΚ€α΄…)

01/03/2022 07:53 PM 

bpd

i am sinkingfurther into the darkened depths that is my mindmy heart,my lungs,my mind,collapsei try shake this illness thatholds my existence captive,a prisoner in my own mindi long for the days where my breaths were sighsof relief,of happinessi ache for the moments wherelife was not a gloomy mess.where the sun seeped in through the windowand everything felt okaywill i ever feel whole again?will i ever rid of this disease?

pretty bird (α΄‘α΄€Κ€Κ™ΙͺΚ€α΄…)

01/03/2022 07:39 PM 

neat freak

it’s been years, and I still screamhalfway through the night.I still wake up drenched in sweat and tears,feeling his grip around my wrist.when I take a shower,  I find myselfstill trying to scrub him off me.I’m still trying to erase thecigarette burn on my right hand,the one he gave me whenhe was drunk and angry.sometimes, I scrub my skin until I bleed. not intentionally, of course.I don’t want to hurt myself.I’ve hurt myself enough over the years,and I have the scars to prove it.all I want is to scrub him off of me.I want to feel clean again.but no matter how raw I scrub myself,the fingerprints and bruises still linger.

pretty bird (α΄‘α΄€Κ€Κ™ΙͺΚ€α΄…)

01/03/2022 07:27 PM 

Skin Deep

Summary: The absence of power isn't what makes her human. It's not in her genes, or in the crest she wears on her uniform, or in the political party she votes for.   People always think it's the memories that aren't a part of her. None of them really understand, though, that the memories are the easiest part of being Rogue. Memories are just thoughts attached to images attached to feelings. Marie can absorb those, make them her own. It doesn't matter where they come from—from her own past, from someone else's. Once they're inside her, they're hers. But doesn't it get confusing? Bobby asked her once, squinting at her as if he'd already decided the answer was yes. She'd searched for words to tell him, tell him no, don't you see? Once they're in there, it's not like havin' someone else in my brain. It's all just me. But she could tell from his expression that the meaning would be lost on him. Marie also doesn't bother trying to explain to them that it's her skin that's no longer her own. She can handle the strangers in her head; she can handle the powers that shouldn't be hers. What she can't handle is the stranger that covers every inch of her body, and keeps her at arm's length from herself. * Afterwards, after needles and condemnations and dirty looks, it's like meeting an old friend after years of separation. She keeps the gloves for a few months, still scared of what might happen—what she might do—but after a season has turned and she hasn't hurt anyone, she starts to trust. Maybe she's really at home, again. She sits in the new summer sun, feeling as shy as an eleven year-old just becoming aware of her femininity. It's an appreciation she didn't have growing up, an acute self-consciousness forced upon her by image after image of pain caused by her touch. The names and faces well up behind the specks in her eyes when she glances up at the noon-day crest of light. She sighs with the wind on her skin. No needle can grant her asylum from this, from the layers of guilt that are the basis of the power she had. She's not sure she can excise it, not even one cell at a time. * She didn't do it for Bobby, but she's sure as hell ready to kill him when she catches him with Kitty. They don't even have the decency to pretend they're doing something innocent—he just looks down, unable to meet her eyes, and, really, that's all the answer she needs. She didn't do it for Bobby. But she'd be lying to herself if she tried to pretend that she hadn't thought—hadn't hoped— Well. None of that really mattered now, did it? Marie's used to being on her own. * She's ill at ease with the X-Men. They don't quite know what to do with her, anymore, and she doesn't quite know what to do with them. Logan tries to include her, come up with ways that she can be a part of the team even without her powers, but Ororo waits for no woman, and certainly no "misguided young girl who has alienated half of her classmates." She wants to tell Ororo that being able to wear a tank top and dance until her chest burns at a club doesn't make her any less a member of the team. That losing the last traces of chains around ankles and claws emerging from her knuckles doesn't make her human. The absence of power isn't what makes her human. It's not in her genes, or in the crest she wears on her uniform, or in the political party she votes for. She isn't sure yet what will make her human, or if she even wants to be. * She gravitates to other mutants, a moth to new flames. There are others who don't compare her to what she was, all the things that they think she could have been: she likes meeting someone and not seeing a hint of disappointment flicker in their eyes when she can shake their hand. They don't challenge her right to call herself Rogue. She goes to a support group, meets some others who've been cured. Marie stays quiet, for the most part, but loves to listen, absorb the stories: here, she can do that, and no one has to get hurt. And it's nice not to feel alone. * She meets Carol outside the building on a rainy Wednesday night; between closing her umbrella and juggling her backpack, Marie can hardly see where she's going, and they would have been a fast tangle of limbs on the ground if not for Carol's hand on the small of her back. I'm so sorry, she says breathlessly, straightening up. Carol's smile widens the more Marie tries to apologize, and Marie stops when she realizes that the woman's hand hasn't moved although she's completely steady on her feet now. I'm so sorry about that, she says again, swallowing, her throat dry despite the high humidity in the air. I'm not, Carol tells her, her fingers smoothing over Marie's waist when she does let go. I'm not sorry in the least. * Carol, Marie finds out later, was there for a group of her own. Joe, she explains over coffee. They told us he died in battle. It's another six meetings (at which point Marie is thoroughly tired of talking about her feelings) before she has the courage to say yes when Carol suggests a movie. Dinner takes another three, but by then, it's Marie doing the asking. * Carol's strong—stronger than anyone Marie has ever known. She let nothing stand in her way: not her father, not the instructors who told her women weren't meant to be pilots, and certainly not Ms. Marvel. Each obstacle in her life she overcame with a single-minded determination and refusal to acknowledge that anything less than victory was an option. Marie's glad she'll never have to face Carol on the opposite side of a battlefield. * Some nights, she wakes up in a cold sweat. Her dreams are vivid splashes of color—faces she's not supposed to remember, places she's never been. Her skin crawls, goosepimples rising all along her arms, but there's no cool air coming in. She keeps her window closed at night. She scratches until pale pink turns to red, until she can't feel her heart pound with the knowledge of the last time her skin felt like this, and tosses and turns well into the dawn, swatches of light showing her things she doesn't want to see. * Y'all don't think…don't think it was only temporary? She's braved the beige-and-blue meeting room again, gloves bunched nervously in her hands, knees locked tightly together. It's the question she refused to ask those first few months, sure she already knew the answer. But a room full of heads shake at her, and Mrs. Hertzfeld tells her it's completely normal to still feel ghost sensations. Like phantom limbs, she tells Marie, patting her comfortingly on the hand, give them time and they'll go away. * I don't know what to tell ya, kid. Logan neatly slices the apple in half, eating one-half of the green fruit with a decisive clench of his jaw. If Hank couldn't find anything, why're ya still worryin'? Marie shrugs, her chin resting in her palm. He offers her the other half, and shows no fear when her fingertips brush his knuckles. Then again, he never has. It's why she likes him, and why she'll never completely trust him. * I don't think it's safe, she tells Carol, looking out the window so that she doesn't have to see the effect of her words. She's seen more than her share of disappointment and pain for one lifetime. At least this time it's for the best. But Carol's strength, the same strength she admired, refuses to hear her. Carol's hands are sure, and they know all the places that Marie—that Rogue—can't say no to, those places that she's still getting re-acquainted with, the ones Carol has helped her make home again. Carol tells her that Marie doesn't have the right to make this choice for her, and Marie knows she's right. And she finds she can't say no when her body says yes. Even now, she's the weaker of the two. * She's known all along that Carol has precognition—it's the excuse Carol used to take her on dizzying flights through the city, barely dodging buildings and trees in a mad aerial roller coaster ride. I sense immediate danger and avoid it, Carol said, with her cocky fighter-pilot's smile. I won't let anything happen to you, love. And she didn't. Every flight, they landed unscathed. Marie hadn't seen Carol's pre-cognition as it was happening, but she recognizes it immediately, even before her skin screams out with a thousand pricking needles bursting up from under the surface, even before she collapses against Carol in a helpless throe of joint-wracking pain. Carol looks at her, takes Marie's face in her hands; her eyes tremble, glaze slightly, and she just has time to whisper this my gift before the world goes white and Marie stops being Marie and Rogue is born into a world of searing agony and power. So much power. Carol hadn't lied to her: every flight, Marie lands unscathed. But in their last one, skin to skin, it's only Marie who lands, and Carol who keeps flying, aware of the danger, and shooting straight up into the white-hot glare of the sun. * Rogue knows hospitals. She knows the sound of heart monitors, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum when the uninjured party standing at the bedside can't stand to look anywhere else. She went into County General a young girl unready to face the consequences of actions she hadn't made the choice to commit, unwilling to believe that a kiss could really be responsible. She apologized through glass and didn't make it past the door until he'd been discharged. She enters New York Presbyterian three years older and lifetimes wiser, clothed from head to toe in black. She has made a vow that she will never again set foot outside without this uniform again. She recites the names to Carol, each and every one: they are a line, not a path, but a living and breathing lineage that her skin remembers. Carol's brow feels cool even through the material of the gloves; she doesn't stir when Marie's lips press down on the velvet barrier. She flies, that night, for the first time, crazy with Carol, crazy with grief, but the wind is on her skin, and then she knows, as sure as she knows the hum of power: they're all with her. There are no strangers in the map of her skin, anymore, no doubts about who she is. She is Rogue, and is everyone she has ever touched. She isn't alone. They'll always be with her.

pretty bird (α΄‘α΄€Κ€Κ™ΙͺΚ€α΄…)

01/03/2022 07:21 PM 

Broken and Bleeding.

Carol was clutching her side as she walked in fear of her entrails spilling out of her. A large gash was bleeding from the top of her forehead and the blood was dripping into her eyes and her vision was beginning to blur. Carol began to cry, the blood and the tears mixing together so the tear turned a dark red and dripped to the ground. She coughed, feeling as though she was coughing up her internal organs, but in reality, she was just coughing up blood. She was losing too much blood and she had no idea where she was. She couldn't reach Hal Jordan or anyone for that matter. "Help..." she croaked out.Carol collapsed to her knees, pulling a shaky hand away from her side cautiously, watching the gash to see if any vital organs were popping out, which they were not. She looked at her bloody hand. So much blood and been pouring into her hands that it didn't look red like it did before. It looked black, it also having dried made the lower layer of blood in her hand look brown. She gagged but pressed her hand to her side again and stood up shakily, looking around."Where am I?" she kept thinking to herself. "I would know where I was if I could f***ing see." she thought to herself, stomping her foot hard on the ground then immediately regretting it as she cried out in pain. She collapsed to the ground again, hugging herself and shaking. "You're becoming so pathetic, mom could've powered through this stronger than you have." she growled to herself then started sobbing, curling up into the fetal position and crying.  

𝔐𝔯.β„Œπ”’π”©π”©π”—π”žπ”¨π”’π”―

01/03/2022 05:29 PM 

Lore

β„Œπ”’π”©π”©π”±π”žπ”¨π”’π”―  ----------------------------  β„Œπ”žπ”³π”’ 𝔢𝔬𝔲 𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔯 π”Ÿπ”’π”’π”« 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔑 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔰 π”±π”žπ”¦π”© π”Ÿπ”’π”£π”¬π”―π”’?... π”„ 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔢 π”žπ”Ÿπ”¬π”²π”± π”ž π”ͺ𝔒𝔯𝔒 π”ͺπ”¬π”―π”±π”žπ”©π”šπ”¦π”±π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔰π”ͺ𝔒𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 π”­π”žπ”«π” π”žπ”¨π”’π”° 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 π”₯𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔄 β„­π”₯𝔒𝔣   π”π”žπ”°π”±π”©π”Ά...𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔒𝔳𝔒𝔯-π”©π”žπ”°π”±π”¦π”«π”€ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔒 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔒𝔡𝔢 𝔑𝔒π”ͺ𝔬𝔫𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔰ℑ𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔒 𝔫𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱, π”₯𝔒 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔒𝔒𝔫 π”ž π”‘π”―π”’π”žπ”ͺ 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± π”₯𝔒 π”₯π”žπ”‘ π”ž π”₯π”žπ”―π”’π”ͺ 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔀𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔰. π”šπ”¦π”±π”₯ π”₯𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔑𝔒 π”±π”žπ”¨π”¦π”«π”€ 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱π”₯, π”₯𝔒 π”‘π”žπ”ͺ𝔫𝔒𝔑 π”₯𝔦π”ͺ𝔰𝔒𝔩𝔣 𝔑𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔬 β„Œπ”’π”©π”©. 𝔄 π”Ÿπ”¬π”‘π”Ά π”Ÿπ”²π”¦π”©π”± 𝔱𝔬 𝔒𝔫𝔑𝔲𝔯𝔒 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”₯𝔒𝔩𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔒 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔒 π”­π”žπ”¦π”« π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔰π”₯ π”°π”¨π”’π”©π”’π”±π”žπ”© π”ͺ𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔴𝔒𝔯𝔒 𝔰𝔒𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔑𝔒𝔣𝔒𝔫𝔑 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”€π”žπ”±π”’π”° 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔒π”ͺ𝔬𝔫𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔰. 𝔇𝔯𝔒𝔰𝔰𝔒𝔑 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 π”ž 𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔱...𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔒 𝔭𝔲𝔷𝔷𝔩𝔒𝔰?? 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔒𝔯 π”°π” π”žπ”³π”’π”«π”€π”¦π”«π”€ π”žπ”©π”© 𝔱π”₯𝔒 𝔑𝔒π”ͺ𝔬𝔫𝔒𝔰𝔰 π”₯𝔒 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔒 π”‘π”―π”’π”žπ”ͺ𝔱, π”₯𝔒 𝔯𝔒𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔒𝔑 𝔱𝔬 π”₯𝔦𝔰 π”―π”’π”žπ”©π”ͺ π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔒𝔑 𝔦𝔫 𝔠π”₯π”žπ”¬π”° 𝔴𝔦𝔱π”₯ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 β„Œπ”žπ”―𝔒π”ͺ π”₯𝔒 π”Ÿπ”²π”¦π”©π”±.  π”„𝔣𝔱𝔒𝔯 π”žπ”©π”©...  "π”šπ”₯𝔒𝔫 𝔀𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔰 π”žπ”―π”’ 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔒𝔑...𝔫𝔬 𝔓ℜℑβ„­π”ˆ 𝔦𝔰 π”₯𝔦𝔀π”₯ 𝔒𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯.."- 𝔗π”₯𝔒 β„Œπ”’π”©π”©π”—π”žπ”¨π”’π”―

Mother Succubus βš₯

01/03/2022 02:27 PM 

Nessera's info

Name: NesseraHeight: 6'4"Weight: Rude, never ask a lady that.Species: SuccubusSex: Female βš₯ x2 ;) (If you know you know, if not just ask)S/O: Lesbian - DominantAge: Unknown. Nessera is as old as the first thoughts and acts of sexual sinlong ago, before recorded history, the first two succubi were "born" in the expanse. One was named Lilith, and her sister was named Nessera. They were born from the first sins of lust, adulatory, and taboo. They both bred with humans and demons, spawning the original races of succubi.None could reach the pair in their power over lust and desire. However over the countless years within the expanse, Nessera would only find a rare handful of demons to match her in power. One such demon was her only true love, Asmodeus (The first Asmodeus as it is less of a name and more of a title), emperor of hell. Over the course of his long reign, and her as his first concubine.Eventually, Asmodeus would be felled by his own might, and with the death of her only male love, other males would feel pale and tasteless by comparison. This would kill her taste in men as only one was capable of fully satisfying her. While Nessera had no claim to the throne, she took on her own daughter and escalated her to powerEventually Nessera would move on once her child was old enough to be independent. Living in the modern day mortal realm under many guises. She had the power to live in many different periods of time, and realities.((This story was created by someone with amazing writing talent and edited slightly by me to fit more for what I wanted for the character. Majority credit goes to Lilith Aensland at www.aniroleplay.com/359449 ))

Mother Succubus βš₯

01/03/2022 01:53 PM 

Terms and Conditions (Rules)

I'd hoped I wouldn't have to do this. But here we go. 1. First off I'll say this. I prefer everything stay in messages. Honestly it's easier for me to keep track of that way and it helps me remember what you said. I have ADHD and all of the memory problems that come with it. Plus I'm easily distracted.2. Literacy is a requirement for me. I prefered length of RP is either Para or Multi Para. But if you cannot at least give me Semi then I will likely not reply to you at all, or take my time doing so. I need substance in my story lines or bores me.3. I prefer discussion to random starter. But, if I like the random starter you send me then I'll just reply to it. Otherwise I'll request that we discuss something first.4. Mature rated, adult themes are heavily present in all story lines with me, however that is NOT the only thing to them. I do like, prefer, and want an actual story to it. I want a reason to keep coming back to you.5. I lead a busy life outside of this site. I work full time, and I have family and loved ones that I like spending time with. I'll reply when I can, do not spam me to reply to you, or ask when I will, it'll only make me deleberately take longer to get back to you.6. If you are uncomfortable with certain aspects of my character I may be willing to make some changes, but not many. I have my character set the way I want her and I will not be willing to compromise on the following. Packing extra status. Willing to go down to 1 but not 0 Her age and Status as the eldest of all succubi Her status as dominant.

π™²πš•πš˜πšœπšŽ πšœπš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ

01/03/2022 09:11 PM 

Moon callender

This is just to keep track on Xiao Wei's powers as a siren, And what kind of extraordinary abilities different moon cycles will give him. Still a work in process, but this way it's easier to keep trackFull Moon - ??Blood Moon - In his dry form he turns into a human. In wet from he gains (powers of some sort)'[A totally eclipsed moon can be called a blood moon due to its reddish copper appearance. This phenomenon happens when the only light reflected from the lunar surface has been refracted by the earth's atmosphere causing raylight scattering, a similar answer to what causes sunsets and sunrises to be red]Supermoon - When the moon is closest to earth, Xiao Wei, will turn into something truly horrifying [A supermoon is a full moon or a new moon that nearly coincides with perigee—the closest that the Moon comes to the Earth in its elliptic orbit—resulting in a slightly larger-than-usual apparent size of the lunar disk as viewed from Earth. The technical name is a perigee syzygy or a full Moon around perigee.]Blue Moon - ??[Normally blue moons come only about every two or three years. In 2018 unusually, we had two blue moons in one year and only two months apart – and one was a lunar eclipse! ]  

Tales (MCRP)

01/03/2022 02:05 PM 

Things You Need To Know//Rules&Guidlines

I am going to be on mobile 95% of the time and the other 5% On desktop will be dedicated to things I can give simple replies to such as photo or status comments. Profile comments will be disabled because they serve no purpose whatsoever except to annoy me personally… I’m sure other people feel this way too. Comments aren’t A sufficient way to communicate back and forth- people that like profile comments, please consider the fact that the person you’re talking to may have trouble remembering what your comment says when replying to you. I have a short attention span and limited patience so please try NOT to drag a coversation.Also these characters are beloved and cherished, I do not wish to completely destroy my vision of them so do not expect me to change them- I AM NOT GOING TO START AN RP WITH ANY AMOUNT OF AFFECTION. Do NOT expect anything romantic♥#1. Know the character. Be familiar with Tales games.. if you have absolutely no knowledge of it I will not roleplay with you.#2. Don’t expect erotica to happen but Romance is not completely off the table if I like you.Messages#1. I DO NOT LIKE SINGLE WORDS, please don't send me "hello" in messages#2. no need to use the Subject line/feild until we start RP otherwise messages may get bypassed do to the subject not intresting me#3.  I do have other characters (and profiles) FYIthis(MCRP) is the only real use I see for a Subject aswell

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01/03/2022 01:13 PM 

Code of a Devil (Rules).

Infernal Defiance: Devil's in the Details Yeah--they suck! Total buzzkill playing by the rules, but if I don't give a little instruction manual how are the little boys and girls gonna know how to play with the big guns? I mean--we all want to be satisfied, right? So listen up! Dante's givin' a lecture and he doesn't repeat!   1. Literacy is a requirement--make an effort on grammar and spelling. That's all I ask. Oh, multi-para + preferred, but I'll dance with a good paragraph too so don't go home cryin' just yet.2. Patience. I get busy. Get bored. Have other hobbies.Expect me to get to things when I get to them and we'll be pepperoni on pizza; you get the same courtesy.3. We're all big boys and girls so put the feelings where they belong--away from me. Mature Content in the form of language, religious themes, supernatural horror, violence and gore, and sexual content may apply to my writing. Got a problem? Get a priest or take the exit from the account (respectfully of course). 4. Romance isn't my main concern. If it happens, it happens, and when this devil makes a commitment it stays. Pretty simple.5. I prefer banter-based starters or something that jumps into the action. Discussions are mainly for crossovers that need the work to make them work. 6. No discord or outside communications. Sorry--here to write, here, not wear the welcome for either of us.7. Keep it stylish!

Endwalker

01/03/2022 12:48 PM 

Kohaku Tetsuya Bio

Name: Kohaku TetsuyaAlias: Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, Warrior of Darkness.Age: 22Affiliation: Scions of the Seventh Dawn, GridaniaHeight: 6'2Classes: Gunbreaker, Reaper, and CulinarianPersonality:He is a kind and gentle soul with a strong will. Always offering a hand to those in need and the first to step forward to protect anyone who needs him and his friends. When around friends, he is a bit more sarcastic though serious when needed, always happy to try to lighten the mood with the occasional joke or quip. Deep down though, after losing multiple friends, one who died in his arms, he suffers from survivor's guilt. He picked the role of a tank to protect those he cares about, always the first to jump in front of a blow if it means saving others. He would happily give his life if it meant saving his friends or the world.History:As an infant, Kohaku had lost his parents as they travelled across the Ruby sea and were attacked by pirates. If not for the Raen living under the waves, he would have likely died. Taken and adopted by a Raen family, he was given the name Kohaku and raised as one of their own. He would constantly find ways to try and leave the small bubble underwater that they called home, adventure always calling out to him. He would of course be punished for such things due to his home's way of isolationism. After coming of age, he said goodbye to his parents and left home, seeking a life of adventure. After booking a boat to Eorzea, he made his way to Gridania to learn to fight and seek the thrills of life out on the road, a journey that eventually led him to the Scions and becoming the Warrior of Light.

✿Enchanted Beauties(Mcrp)

01/02/2022 06:02 PM 

Those Taken with their significant other <3

Aria & Dastan : https://i.imgur.com/bd3VIV4.jpgJasa & Dominic: https://i.imgur.com/O6dJL44.jpgAnomolay & Alucard: https://i.imgur.com/mGky9g3.jpgFraya & Ambrose:Electra & Sanosuke: https://imgur.com/uCIuuvmKasumi & Dweitt:  https://imgur.com/VoaW3V5Khalie & Apollo: https://imgur.com/AsWwBfLKessia & Kraxx:Khalessi & Axel:Dejah & Phoenix:Jysia & Moses:Amelie & Monte:Nessi & Derek:Vara & Rave:Emma & Hayden:Nikki & Maurice:Baylee & Cam: 

Exodus

01/02/2022 02:51 PM 

Exodus Reigns

Name: Exodus ReignsCodename: Brain EaterAge: UnknownSpecies: HumanOccupation: Former Major General of the OSFAbility: Copy powers through absorbing the target's psionic through the brainCurrent Powers (which will be explained in blogs): Brain Field, Brain Eater, Superhuman strength/speed/durability/endurance, Electrokinesis, Duplication, Cryrokinesis, Sclerokinesis, Clairvoyance and Psychokinesis----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Explaination of AbilitiesBrain Field -  An ability which transform the area for a limited time. In Brain Field state, all abilities and powers of the user is enhanced until Brain Field ended.Brain Eater - Exodus can copy and use multiple powers at his own free will. In order to obtain new powers, he must absorb the target's psionic through the brain (don't worry the target will still have their brain sillies. It just he will copy how the power is used and such.)Superhuman Strength - Able to lift up objects that normal humans can't liftSuperhuman Speed - Able to move at a high rate of speedSuperhuman Durability - Ability to be resistant to physical injuries to a degree than normal humansSuperhuman Endurance - Ability to perform tasks longer without growing tired unlike normal humansElectrokinesis - Ability to use and manipulate electricity at willCryrokinesis - Ability to use and manipulate ice at willSclerokinesis - An ability that hardens the entire body rendering all attacks ineffective for a limited timeClairvoyance - The ability that is strong against duplication and invisibility. It allows the user to locate the original person who use abilities such as cloning/duplication or someone who's invisibleDuplication - Also known as cloning. The user makes multiple copies of himself to keep opponent's guessing on which is the real personPsychokinesis - Also known as Telekinesis. Allows the user to move objects with the mind. Also, the user can use the objects as attacks




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