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So. They had been doing this song and dance for this long had they? The most wicked and vile of grins crossed his face. He could feel that rage boiling inside of him again, and it took all of his self control not to launch himself up there and devour her again. 'I won, you bitch.'

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"Don't be a fool - you're smarter than that. Pain doesn't work; it didn't save you. What it did was turn you into someone that's hurting the people trying to help you."

There's something about love, how it makes the pain inconsequential and gives people the strength pain can't begging to be said. But Killian doesn't waste his breath. He won't bother with the platitudes.
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The high from their kiss still ran through his veins.It kept the world bright, and his attention focused solely on her. That's where it needed to be. She calmed and excited him at the same time. Made him nervous and confident and every other colorfully verbose adjective he could think of.

"I don't want to say it because it'll scare you away."

Xander can hear his heart pounding in his ears. Any second now, it could burst right out and stop him. He almost wants it too. A swift death would save him from saying or doing anything that could end things before they started.

"And I want you to stay."
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Technically not my last post, but the last post I had up on the computer. Forgot how angry these lines sounded. ToTb


I do not know who went and hurt your faith in people so much –

White hot wrath floods her system, burning, consuming, swallowing whole whatever nonsense Na may try to feed her after. You! You! You, you self-centered monster! What a fool she was for thinking death twice over could put so much as a chip in Na Long’s impenetrable, unbearable ego. What depths her intellect had sunk thinking that being torn asunder would be enough to make any difference!
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“Maybe you’re right.” The words slipped out of his lips, closer to a whisper than being spoken aloud. “But I don’t know if what I feel can be called love. I don’t think love should hurt as much as this does.”
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They entered the battle arrogant. A few wins beneath their belt had them feeling as if even the world would rend itself to pieces beneath their magic -- alas. Hadn't they been told repeatedly that pride is sinful?

And to exude such pride before a creature of sin itself. One with magic that crafts lies and a foul-smelling ichor. Surely, this marked their downfall.


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If anything, the father of eight was attempting to keep himself positive, alas, being told one of your more rambunctious children was arrested left ill feelings. The younger merperson was a sociable, friendly girl, thus, Adonai could believe in the possibility of being mixed into the wrong crowd or perhaps a thoughtless moment of teenage rebellion. However, the edge in his voice derived from fear rather than anger. Naturally, criminal actions committed by his children would manifest a sense of lingering disappointment, but the repercussions of said actions resulted in the fear crawling up his neck.

Nobody wanted their child to end up hooked on the adrenaline of criminal action or embraced by cold, metal cuffs. The informant desired to witness his children prosper. Everything he dreamed of arrived with family, from a loving husband to plenty of beautiful, incredible individuals he raised alongside him. Thus, as the whine panged against his ears followed by the hush squeak of a tear-choked throat, a sigh escaped his lips. The exhale came gentle as his tense muscles eased for a moment and he blinked back into reality.

"... I will, Ziya, just sit tight. I'll be there soon, alright?" The father spoke softer. "I'll talk to you soon, love you."

As the words left his mouth, he paused, assuring their conversation was finished before hanging up. The device returned to his pocket as he pushed open his office door. His finger flicked off the lights, the door was closed and locked behind him as he set out to the Lorsette RCMP station.
- Adonai Blane in Mis Punderstandings
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Killian's attitude shifts, matching the rigidness of the underboss. Words with an edge as sharp as an Aegislash are ready to cut. He sheathes them inside the scabbard that is his throat, however.

The admin's edge dulls, his shoulders relax, and he chuckles.
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Not my last post but the last one I had up while rereading my old things.

He wasn’t the gentle schoolteacher anymore. He had become someone who abjured emotional ties, someone who headed out into the wilderness and took upon their own broad shoulders the moral conscience of the tribe. Someone who had always lived in the wrong era, who had with his own hands let enough blood to raise landmasses and enjoyed it. Was good at it. This time he had built the machine he used to revere from afar, greased its wheels and set it in motion. And he had always kept the possibility that he might die in his back pocket, just in case he needed it. To remind him how afraid he was of being gone, of leaving this thing he’d created. He had a monster that lived in his head that looked like him and sounded like him but only wanted to destroy himself, and if he didn’t teach anyone that, they’d never know.
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Sharp fangs pierce deep into spectral flesh, filling Flareon's mouth with the taste of ichor. Foul like rotten flesh, it trickles down his throat, and he fights the urge to gag. As he does, the equine's blood spills out the sides of his mouth, dyeing the tuft of fur on his chest a muddled black.
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She stares at the Raven for a short moment; raises an iridescent brow. Nadiya lifts a finger and pulls at one of the many imperceptible threads of Destiny bound to that tree, unseen to most but her and other children of Fate.

Invoked, those sparks of inevitability to torch the tree's branches with licks of flame. From heat comes light as bright as the mirror of morning, dancing—all of the tree shining like the sun on the sea, flame amid flame, where smoke plumes and gathers. Nadiya turns and is backlit by the tells of White Tezcatlipoca.

"My Mothers always said" she began, speaking not of birth but of god, "light a match. The direction in which the tip bends shows the direction in which your true love lives."

A brisk curl of wind announces itself. It swirls between them, flooding space and stretching the bend of fire.

"An old wives' tale if you ask me, however"—she pauses only enough to gauge the angle of the flame lighting a singular thread bound to whatever entity created the aberration in the first place. "—Fate will show us the Truth."


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This character is such a contrast to the ones I normally play. It's been a lot of fun to write him.

"I shit you not. He was still using apricots. APRICOTS! We haven't used those since, like, the G.2 model of Poke Ball. That said - dude was an absolute genius. No offensive Mr.Silph, but some of his work put yours to shame."

He flips open the lid, and like one of those scenes from an action movie, smoke pools out onto the floor.

"BUUT! BUUT! He was missing something. He knew it, I knew it - the fucking Voltorb in my pocket knew it! That something was top of the line, state of the art, premium Silph Co. Tech-nolo-gy!" Kohen stands, prototype Poke Ball held in his hand.

"Basically, it was missing a bit of modern engineering and the genius of a handsome twenty-something redhead."
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not my last post, but an oldie i had up on my tabs

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It was becoming increasingly clear that Alayne craved company that didn’t particularly make her want to schedule a botched lobotomy with the local executioner. People were such headaches, and just when she thought she was done with the muss, she seemed to have the continuous ill-luck of colliding into a southern breed of witless ladies.

In fact, they were a menagerie most often inundated with birds; peacocks would be the socially correct term, strutting their proud fan-tailed idiocy. Of course, she could no more disregard the few birds of prey spreading their wings of influence, black-eyed and ready to feast on those who were the perfect host to gorge and render useless. Had Alayne been tender-footed and malleable to manipulation, she might have been easy bait. But she remained a paragon of the true hardiness of the East, and what resolve she possessed in spades separated her from the naive quarry dressed in their pretty jewels and their virginal whites.





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"Oh, great Amago Ranmaru... Won't you come save me..." His voice was quiet but irritated. He was getting tired of people thinking that he needed some big strong dumbass feral motherfucker to come and save him.