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Life in Polyrhythm.Life in Polyrhythm.
The rise and fall of notes,
The wonders of humanity,
The variation of tones,
The other side of me.
I picked up a knife,
I lift up my hand,
I saw red dripping,
I felt consciousness slipping.
Spectacles!Oh! Hey! What's on your nose?
Why are you wearing those?
Hey, can you take it off?
It just doesn't look good on you!
I want to look into your eyes without that blocking the way!
I want to see through your soul with nothing in between us!
I want to kiss you on the forehead without having to warn you!
Will you take those off, even if it costs your vision being blurred?
Or will you continue wearing it and smile at me like an idiot?
I guess... which option is fine... hehe.
Raiken's Heart Chart!Name: Raiken
Characteristic: Likes to Run
How does Raiken feel towards:
Raiken: She's a beautiful Vulpix that I met since I was an Eevee. I found her lying unconscious back in the forest near our den. We decided to take her in and treat her as part of our little fox family. Over time, I might have... *blushes* w-well, developed other feelings beside towards her...
"Raiken": Ahh, Ignis, what a beautiful girl indeed. Has been with me since the day they got killed, and I believe she will always be. I look forward to the day that she no longer serve any purpose to my life, and I will not hesitate to crush her under my paw, heh.
Raiken: B-Brother where have you been? Ignis told me you were chased out of our den, and I never see you since. *tears leak
Myuujiku Riboruba- PMDU Researchers Application!RESEARCHERS GUILD: Myuujiku Riboruba (Music Revolver)
Date Joined: 24th August 2014
Current Funds: N/A
Characteristic: Impetuous and Silly
Ability: Justified- Raises Attack when hit by a Dark-Type Move.
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: [Fighting/Steel] -> [Strength]
----Description: A simple, white labcoat that I got from Chantelle's. I might modify it later if I get the chance to.
PMDU Void of Emotions: Run-In Meme~It's raining out. Thundering, too. Muddy feet splash through icy puddles. The shops on this side of the city are closing down in anticipation of the approaching storm.
There's a biped Eevee, silver-furred, standing beneath a jutting overhang with a fedora in one hand and a Pidgey quill pen in the other. It's dry beneath the overhang and the shiny Eevee doesn't look particularly threatening, so you pause nearby to shake off some of the rain.
The Eevee pricks his ears and gives a smile.
1) "Hello, hello - My name's Braxton Darkwood. Have we met before? So many faces come and go. . .Would you mind refreshing my memory and introduce yourself?"
Nameless: ...Hmph. *turns away* I believe we hadn't met before. I'm... Nameless.
Soulless: ...Soulless, Void of Emotions.
2) "Ah,You’re with the Guilds! It takes a lot of horsepower to keep this city spic-and-span. Who are some of the friendly faces you’ve encountered so far?"
Diluted Feelings- Nameless and Soulless. [Part 2.]Raiken snapped back into reality as he heard a lazy yawn followed by a long groan. He turned around, noticing a yellow-furred rodent lazily stretching his backside, as if he was just awoken by the sunlight as well.
"A-AHH!!" Raiken screamed. D-D-D-Did he...slept with me last night!? W-Where's Ignis?
"Rai-kun~" The Pikachu smiled while facing him. He winked and said in a flirty voice,"You had a good night's sleep? Do you like my company?"
"G-G-Get away from me!" The Jolteon blushed intensely as he was being flirted at. He didn't remember the yellow rodent sleeping with him last night, so how did he get here!? Did Ignis do this to him? Was it another prank?
Raiken had no time to think as the Pikachu was already crawling across the bed, wanting to get to him. He tried to retreat, but the moment he did so, he fell down the bed, hitting head first into the hard wooden ground. "Oww!" Enduring the pain, he dashed as quickly as he could out of the bedroom and into the hallway, screaming for Ig
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Cry. Laugh. Despair.My little brother, how have you been?
Have you fallen into utter despair?
Am I wrong, or am I right,
In depicting your personality?
I have seen, from afar,
How you cry, how you laugh,
How you take off your mask.
Believe me, or don't,
That I have not killed my parents.
Was that a relief?
Was that a disappointment?
Was that a confusion?
The Sword of Lightning,
Along with me,
The Sheath of Daybreak,
Someday we shall reunite.
You would no longer hold a grudge against me.
A sword without its sheath cannot be tamed.
A sheath without its sword cannot be treasured.
The one who kills,
The one who lives,
Lies nowhere, but everywhere...
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