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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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I'm going to try my hand at drawing my gf as a Pokemon trainer with her six favourite Pokemon for valentine's/our anniversary. Wish me luck!
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6 yrs ago
Got a drawing tablet, time to draw porn
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6 yrs ago
Seeing actual bushfire footage looks straight out of Hell... It moves so quickly and so powerfully, literally the trees just ignite. You firefighters are absolute legends, but please, don't die.
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6 yrs ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FUTURE! LOVE, AUSTRALIA
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7 yrs ago
Today ain't Christmas, it's garbage day!
Bio
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T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D
You are the wind at my back and the sword at my side;
D E L T A 4 4
together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world.
F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M
Just you...
S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N
and me.
Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right?
I'm a roleplayer, same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, that particular tactic fucking failed. Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is Chrom x Robin (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: Awakening. Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?" "Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."
"So I heard."
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."
There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever. Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms. Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. Another with too many dimensions. Another with not enough. Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn to survive. Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion. And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution. An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness. And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
When I get bored I make characters. Check back every so-often to see what I've got in the works!
NOTE: These guys won't be used unless I really feel the need to switch characters, which likely won't happen anytime soon.
Mains!
"Shine City: where the people sparkle and the weather is clear! Hmph. How prosaic. I'm sick of society and it's senseless nonsense. It's time Shine City, as well as the rest of the world, changed. It's time... for a revolution..."
Cynthia Black
Age: 30 Height: 5'8 Weight: 56kg Profession: CEO of the "Hypo Threat" Private Military Company. Aspires to becoming prime minister of Japan, and then Empress. Party Trick: Cynthia is exceptionally dexterous, both mentally and physically, and can perform tasks that could take an average human being minutes to complete in a matter of seconds. Solving riddles, difficult equations, doing complex knife tricks, or hiding a body; she can accomplish all these tasks quickly and efficiently, and more...
Likes: "Such a broad terminology severely disinterests me, but if you wish to understand what I like from such a simpleton term, I will respond in a simpleton point-of-view. I enjoy the study of human psyche, the reaches of outer space, and leadership. How people can become enthralled to a person be it through love and admiration, or fear and loyalty, and how no two people are alike. Oh, and last but not least... your blood splattered against that wall... What? You expected me to say something that relates to those apes who live in the city? Please. I find that highly offensive... And that cost you your life."
Dislikes: "You wish to know what displeases me? I'll tell you what displeases me: the state of the world, and everyone who lives within it. Sheep who do nothing but follow; that's what society has been broken down into. I wish to inspire greatness and individuality, self-sufficiency, and intelligence. Society as it stands is the exact opposite of what I want. And so, you can see why I'm going to such extremes to change the world for the better, even if that requires unification through dictatorship."
Bio/Personality: In public, Cynthia is an excellent public speaker, able to fully imitate speeches from some of the greatest public speakers in history. In private, however, Cynthia is a very cold-hearted and cunning person, able to manipulate even the sketchiest of people. Always praised for her astounding level of intelligence, Cynthia is a natural born leader, and, in recent years, has taken to that role well, becoming mayor of Shine City. However, in future she wishes to expand her influence to the Japanese government, and eventually the world. Ambitious, one would say, with more raw willpower than a boar. Intelligence and ambition breed success, or so the saying goes...
Cynthia comes from a diverse background, with her family tree venturing to all sorts of places. With relatives in all kinds of countries, she was a woman with many connections, and thus was almost designed to be successful. Her own family started in America, however she moved to Japan when she was eight with her parents, as the education was better and her parents could still afford to work overseas. Cynthia never took her wealth for granted, and always came to appreciate the things she had. She was a very distant child, but very intelligent, showing signs of a true genius all through her school years, all in order to either take over her family's business or become part of another and make it just as successful.
However, as it would happen, neither of those two options were presented to her. Instead...
... Instead was a pre-arranged marriage with the future mayor of Shine City. Cynthia was a very understanding person, and knew full well why she was given the chance to marry such a "handsome young man", and didn't offer much in the way of complaints. The boy was young and inexperienced, and so Cynthia could work out a variety of benefits for her family and the company in exchange for help in being a good mayor and keeping tabs on everything important. That is, till she got pregnant...
Nine months after the events, and Cynthia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, named Emily. It was around this time that she actually began to start showing interest in her husband, for more than his title, as she did for her baby girl. Life was looking good for the new-found family: her husband had taken to being mayor of Shine City (finally), and Cynthia was staying at home to take care of Emily. Life was good, and for another seven years, it continued to do so.
... However, that all changed one terrible evening...
It was a rainy September night. Cynthia had been sipping tea alone in the house, watching the stars from a balcony view, in solitude. Emily and her father had gone out to spend some "father-daughter time", which the two quite occasionally spent, since Emily's dad was the mayor and often cherished the moments he could spend with his daughter. The wind was cool, yet relaxing, the soft glow of a full moon shining down from overhead. Cynthia's stomach growled, catching the lady off guard; she hadn't eaten all day and tea certainly wasn't doing a very good job at making her full, and thus she went to the kitchen to get herself something to eat. Despite having maids who were perfectly capable of serving up a delicious meal, Cynthia would often help out and cook alongside them, or cook by herself entirely. It was... interesting in her mind.
Yet, as she passed by the living room -- a section of space that needed to be crossed to reach the kitchen -- Cynthia discovered the TV was still on. She mutters to herself about how Emily must've left it on, and went to retrieve the remote. Something about a car accident was on the news, to which she wasn't really paying attention to...
... at least not until the last moment, where she read the caption below about the crash: "LOCAL MAYOR CAUGHT IN HORRIFIC CAR ACCIDENT"
Her breath was caught as she continued watching the news broadcast. "Mayor dead and daughter severely injured," "Taken to Shine City Hospital ER," "We weep over this horrific turn of events." The things they said were hardly making sense. Cynthia knew, she just knew, she had to get to Shine City Hospital immediately. Her daughter just had to be OK. She couldn't have been hurt! However, as she reached the door, the police officer waiting for her told a different story...
Two years later, and Cynthia has reverted to the person she was before she was married: cold, unforgiving, and ambitious. To take her mind off of her daughter who has been in a coma for the past two years, Cynthia turns back to her lifelong ambition of righting the world's wrongs and becoming an empress of true might. She has distanced herself from the bad memory by abandoning her emotion and morality, lying to herself and keeping her past locked away behind a vault with no key. Now, she only strives towards the future, and currently she has one specific goal in mind that she wishes to accomplish so to further her plans and ideals:
'Find the Weatherman... or let him find me...'
"To forsake all emotion for the betterment of the world; that is what I have done. I will rebuild this world, brick by careful brick if I must, imitating the villain for the sake of us all. And I believe I fit the role perfectly. After all, a true villain doesn't need a reason to be evil - he simply just is."
Likes: "I like blowing shit up, shooting bad guys, and kicking ass. Do you really need a better description than that, or do I have to write it in your fuckin' language? Understand you? Yes? Got that, Chinglish? *Sigh* Stupid motherfuckers..." Dislikes: Lizz isn't a fan of being kind, for starters. In fact, her whole being practically revolves around sadism and being a bad person, so the only thing she really dislikes is having to be nice for people she doesn't think deserves it. And just so you know, that's a lot of people, however some are treated badly simply because she doesn't know any better. These people being some of her only friends, Oliver and Shou, cop it hard, but she tries her best to not be a prick when it comes to troubling matters.
Party Trick: She has precision aim - she could throw a dart blindfolded and get a bullseye. Profession: Private Security Contractor - works for the "Hypo Threat" P.M.C.
Bio/Personality: Lizz had a pretty rough upbringing. Without going into too much specifics, mostly because she hasn't told anyone but those she trusts, she was abandoned by her parents when she was young and orphaned. As a little Australian-Japanese orphan girl, she was bullied a lot by the older girls, however became good friends with an orphan boy who was also an orphan there. He helped her grow into a strong and powerful person who could floor those bullies with both words and physical strength, and they grew close towards the end of their teenage years. However, the boy died in a car accident when he was learning to drive, and Lizz was left alone again. With no future in mind, she decided on undertaking what he had dreamed of becoming for so long: a soldier in the military.
The first day was by far the worst. She back-talked the drill sergeant and angered him beyond comprehensible words, and was put with a certain unit as 'punishment' instead of going straight to the unit with which she hoped. As it would happen, this lead to the fateful encounter of her two best (and presumed only) friends: Shou Matsuoka and Oliver Holland.
At first, the spiteful little bundle of anger and negativity resented the two, but soon came to accept them, as well as the rest of the unit, through some stroke of luck. Despite her insults, rudeness and anger issues, Lizz has found comfort in knowing they are so far the only two people who have come to accept her for who she was - the girl that boy had created, so long ago. Maybe it wasn't the best history in the world, and she knew she sure as Hell had some fine-tuning to do, but with friends like these, she didn't need anything else.
After the unit split up and the three went to pursue their dream jobs, Lizz stayed in the army awhile longer, however soon found herself kicked out due to not getting along with anyone else there. That's how she found herself in the "Hypo Threat" Private Military Corporation, as a "security" contractor. It was basically everything she ever hoped for: alone on the field, getting to do all the cool, secret agent type shit, with a bunch of super cool equipment. However, because of that, she hasn't been in contact with the other two much since...
Though now, taking her first monthly "break" from PMC work, Elizabeth has found herself coming to Shine City, at the doorstep of an old friend, hammering it and yelling for him to "wake the fuck up!".
The Mochizukki family collab! Feat me, myself and I!
(Note: This post isn't especially long, just sectioned into pieces to help with the flow of things)
"Are you sure this dress isn't too much...?" Asks a red-faced Mokyu Mochizukki. Her face was practically cherry, as she wriggles in the seat of the limo nervously. "It's just so..."
"Fancy?" Chimes in Kimasu, grinning. Mokyu nods. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that's the point of a wedding dress."
"W-wedding dress?!" She exclaims with eyes wider than saw blades, like a deer in headlights. "W-what?! N-no, I-I'm not getting m-married! I-If I'm to be married, th-then who's my husband?"
Kimasu's grin only widens further. "You've never been very good at taking a joke, have you, sis?" The handsome young man leans back and lets out a laugh. "You're special, Mokyu. You should realise I don't toy like this with other girls! Only you..."
"I-idiot!" She hits him on the arm, quite hard, though since she was so much smaller and thinner, it was a very weak blow for Kimasu. "I just wanna wear my mask and hide...! This is so embarrassing...! Daaaaad~! Can I have my mask? Kimasu's bullying me!"
There's a hearty laugh from the seats ahead, and a window connecting the two halves of the limo winds down, revealing the Mochizukki girl's father. He was a very burly man. Hairy, too. Thankfully Ryoki hadn't inherited that specific trait from her father. She had, however, taken to inheriting the family's crystal blue eyes - a trait that had been passed down from an age before her grandmother. "No masks until we arrive, folks. It's been awhile since we last all got together, especially with Ryoki." The man feigns sadness and heartbreak. "To think, my own daughter, not wanting to visit her poor, sick mother and father... I'm hurt!"
"Oh, suck it up, you drama queen." The previously quiet Ryoki finally speaks up, a smile spread across her face. "It's not my fault! It's just between a new job, lack of sleep, Mokyu being a big scardy cat and very little sleep, I've had my hands full trying to recover. Be thankful we're all here together now, father!"
He lets loose another hearty laugh. "Oh, you don't need to tell me twice, dear. That's what your mother is for! How two women can look so alike astounds even me! Though it's pretty easy to tell you both apart. Wanna know how?"
"Because I've got the scarf always on me?"
The man shakes his head, leaning in and whispering: "Less wrinkles. And less violent." Laughing erupted from the back end of the limo as Ryoki's father was immediately hit, by none other than her mother. "Ow! It was a joke, dear! I swear!"
"A joke that's offensive to Ryoki, no doubt." Ryoki's mother speaks with a cheeky smirk of her own. "Saying she has wrinkles; you're going to lower the poor girl's self-esteem! Do you want that, dear? Our little Ryoki no longer as outgoing as she is?"
"Haha! I'd suppose not!"
Ryoki's jaw drops. "Ma! Why'd you turn it against me?" Now it was her turn to feign sadness, as she wept in a realistic-sounding way into her scarf. "You're so cruel, mother."
Her mother chuckles and winks. "I was only joking, dear. I suppose the conversation has taken a roundabout turn. Who shall be the next to cry?"
"Kimasu, obviously!" Mokyu squeaks with an excited gaze. She stares at her older brother and gives him a smile that makes it look almost like she were laughing in his face. "He'll be devastated if he can't charm a single lady at the ball, which we all know is exactly what's going to happen."
"Hey! Don't you underestimate me now, sister dearest! I'll have you know that, with dancing as my forte, I'm almost guaranteed a lady to dance with tonight, at the very least."
"Your own sister doesn't count, hahaha!" Their father jabs, before winding up the window most of the way. "We're almost there, kids! Just try not to get too wasted tonight, m'kay? That means you, Ryoki!" With that the window winds up completely and the three siblings were left in peace. Ryoki had zoned out mostly, though was dragged back into conversation by Mokyu and Kimasu as they continued on their way to where the ball was held: the Shine City Town House. The remainder of the drive was completed in under ten minutes, and soon the family found themselves at the front gate, having left the limo in the capable hands of their escort.
As soon as they enter, the three siblings immediately lose track of their parents, and soon find themselves standing at the entrance, looking for them. "I knew this would happen..." Ryoki mutters quietly, having wrapped her scarf around her dress' waist and made something of a bow out of it. "They run in there straight away and disappear until the last minute. Then they'll complain they couldn't find us. Such great parental models." She says with a sigh, scanning over the many people already at the ball. How on Earth was she going to find Yutaro here? Then again, they'd already agreed he was more likely to find her, since he'd changed outfits for the evening. Not to mention Ryoki had her signature scarf wrapped around her waist - a dead giveaway.
Kimasu smiles, gently ruffling her hair, though not enough so to dislodge the precious strands, knowing how hard it was to keep hair the way you want it well enough himself. "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be fine." He pauses for a moment, scanning her face as he pets her. "By the way... you look like you're searching for someone... Could it be? No way! My dearest older sister has someone to dance with on this fine evening?!"
Ryoki smiles at Kimasu's overly emotional outbreak - he always knew how to put her worries at ease, even if he didn't know it himself. "Yes, actually. There's a guy who played strip poker with me. I just wondered if he was here, that's all." She giggles at Mokyu and Kimasu's shock and confusion, telling them the little white lie that it was just poker, in order to put their worries at ease. "He's a nice guy, really - captivating, even. And before you even ask, Kimasu, yes, I'm pretty sure he likes me."
"Sweet mother of...!"
"I wish I could be as outgoing as you are, sis..." Mokyu looks really nervous about the whole ordeal. Well, to any other person she would look and sound completely normal, however the Mochizukki family had long since figured out how to identify how the monotonous 21 year old displayed emotions. Generally, one could tell from the way she spoke and for how long, and how loud, though of course there were other, seemingly inexplicable features that could be used to identify how she was feeling, as well. "You both know I'm not as good at the fancy stuff as you two are..."
Kimasu leans in close to engage with Ryoki in a whispered conversation. "Ah, yes... We forgot to whom should be given baby-sitting duty..."
"What? I thought you were going to do it." Ryoki replies, looking across at Mokyu, who was simply observing the party for now. "Dad even said so."
"I have two sisters. When someone tells me to dance with them, I can't choose both." The handsome young man smiles, causing the raven to sigh as she rubs her temples. "How about we settle this the old fashioned way? Paper-scissors-rock style?"
Ryoki seems to contemplate the idea, then nods in agreement. "Alright, I'm willing to give it a shot. Best of three?" She suggests. When it came to paper-scissors-rock, Ryoki could always be confident in her win to lose ratio, being able to guess what her opponent would use at the last moment in order to win. 'It won't be that bad if I lose, so I should be fine either way!'
... Ryoki later came to regret that thought as she lost, two-three, against Kimasu. Now she was stuck watching over Mokyu to make sure the poor girl didn't become too... overwhelmed with the ball. She was never as good at receiving compliments as Ryoki or Kimasu were, and so whenever a man came up to speak to her, Ryoki was the one doing most of the talking. Again, she didn't mind, but she would've preferred being able to look around without also having to look out for the innocent, young DJ. 'I haven't been getting the best of luck lately, huh?'
"Aww, come on! You're telling me she's single and doesn't have a guy?"
"Yes, because she's not interested. Please, she's only just getting a grip with social situations. You're scaring her." Ryoki sighs as she had to lead yet another guy away from her and her sister, with him saying something or another about 'making her his'. It was somewhat exhausting. "Geez, is it me, or are all the guys here like Kimasu...?"
"Y-yeah, it feels like it." Mokyu let's out a small, nervous laugh, face only changing emotions for a brief second or so. "Thanks again for helping me, and sorry I keep pulling you into these situations." The cuteness factor Ryoki felt towards her sister had suddenly skyrocketed, and she embraced her in a soothing, tender hug to help ease her nerves... and feed her creepy obsession.
"It's not a big deal." Ryoki states with a confident smile, moving away from the hug as she gently pets Mokyu's head. "Besides, it's not like I'm not a target, either. It would've happened to both of us." She grins as she makes a ground-breaking, game-changing spot: tables! "Hey, you wanna go sit down? My legs are already feelin' it - I need to sit down." Mokyu nods in agreement, and the two ladies walk over to a lonely table and take a seat, taking a moment to relax. "Need to keep ready for the dance, after all. You prepared for that?"
Mokyu nods. "I'm... not the best dancer, at least formally, but I've been taking lessons and I'll give it my best shot...!" The answer comforted Ryoki, making her smile contentedly. She looks around at the many people attending the ball. Some looked mighty familiar; she wondered if anyone else would make it to the ball tonight, or if anyone she knew would also be here. There was only one way to find out.
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[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] D E L T A 4 4 [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]together, my love,[/color] we shall build a peaceful world.[/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub][color=darkblue]Just you...[/color][/sub][/cell][/row]
[row][cell][indent][indent][sub][color=pink][u] S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N [/u][/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/cell][cell][sub]and me.[/sub][/cell][/row][/table]
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[color=purple]I'm a roleplayer,[/color] same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:
Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!
As you can see, [color=purple][i]that particular tactic fucking failed.[/i][/color]
Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is [color=darkblue]Chrom[/color] [color=pink]x[/color] [color=purple]Robin[/color] (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: [color=darkblue]Awakening.[/color] Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?
Speaking of loonies, the [url=https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7]Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project[/url] has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.
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[right][color=darkblue][sub]"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"[/sub][/color]
[color=purple][sub]"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."[/sub][/color][/right][hr][table]
[row][cell][color=darkblue][sub]"So I heard."
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to take a nap than
on the ground, you know."
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There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.
There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea.
Goodbye Octopi.
There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.
Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.
There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.
Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see.
Another with too many dimensions.
Another with not enough.
Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn
to survive.
Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.
And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.
An atlas of dead-ends.
Then again, there is one exception.
There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.
And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in.
It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.
~Exurb1a[/hider]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/fr/1/1b/Fire_Emblem_Awakening_Logo.png" /><br><br><div class="bb-center"><div class="bb-h3"><font color="#ffb347">◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈ ◈</font></div></div><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> T H E N E R D / T H E L E G E N D </span></font></sub></div></div></th><th class="bb-th"><sub><font color="darkblue">You are the wind at my back</font> and the sword at my side;</sub></th></tr></thead><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> D E L T A 4 4 				 	 </span></font></sub></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">together, my love,</font> we shall build a peaceful world.</sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> F A N B O Y O F F I R E E M B L E M </span></font></sub></div></div></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub><font color="darkblue">Just you...</font></sub></td></tr><br><tr class=" bb-tr"><td class=" bb-td"><div class="bb-indent"><div class="bb-indent"><sub><font color="pink"><span class="bb-u"> S H I P P E R O F C H R O B I N	 </span></font></sub></div></div></td><td class=" bb-td"><sub>and me.</sub></td></tr></table></div><br><br><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/46/d2/61/46d261b662f76cd8d0e365d016d051d3--nerdy-things-fire-emblem-awakening-couples.jpg" /></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub>Welcome to my little personal den of Hell! Sorry, sorry, I meant my personal profile. Same thing, right? <br><br><font color="purple">I'm a roleplayer,</font> same as any around here. I've been doing it for about five years now, coming up to six in September. Its been quite the time, thinking back. I started out fresh as can be, understanding the basics of writing but never quite knowing how to become better, or become as great as those around me. In the end, I did the only thing I really knew at the time:<br><br>Write as much garbage as possible and hope for the best!<br><br>As you can see, <font color="purple"><span class="bb-i">that particular tactic fucking failed.</span></font><br>Jokes aside, I like to think I've developed a lot over the years, both as a writer and as a person. However, absolutely nothing can dissuade my weeaboo ways and supporting my OTP with all that I can freaking muster! If you haven't already guessed, said OTP is <font color="darkblue">Chrom</font> <font color="pink">x</font> <font color="purple">Robin</font> (Chrobin) from Fire Emblem: <font color="darkblue">Awakening.</font> Highly recommend the game, there's a reason (other than nintendo's cheapskate attitude) that it hasn't dropped in price, it's honestly the best place to start off in the series. And hey, maybe you'll end up addicted like me and want to buy every game on the 3DS like a fucking loony?<br><br>Speaking of loonies, the <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLeAWfrBMa2pytnTYnxAtiphQGJU3ojDD7">Fire Emblem Chrobin Comic Dub Project</a> has recently finished, so for those of you who also appreciate the best ship in existence, I highly recommend it. Hell, even if you're not interested in that, I do highly recommend watching it for those into fantasy love stories. The quality improves drastically with each episode, so trust me when I say by the end of it you should be thoroughly impressed. It has helped motivate me in ways I can hardly describe with words, and so I thought the least I could do was put this out there. Maybe it's not for everyone, but I know it was the perfect thing for me.<br>	<br><br>	<br>	</sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><br><img src="https://alynerd.files.wordpress.com/2015/10/tumblr_nvrmdwbdkf1ruyji8o1_1280.jpg?w=840" /><br><br><div class="bb-right"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"Do you think you can tip any of the scales in here?"</sub></font><br><font color="purple"><sub>"Chrom, for the love of Naga, I'm thinking..."</sub></font></div><hr class="bb-hr"><div class="table-responsive"><table class="bb-table table"><thead class="bb-thead"><tr class="bb-tr"><th class="bb-th"><font color="darkblue"><sub>"So I heard."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</sub></font></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DkvxGnlWwAEShes.jpg" /></div></th><th class="bb-th"><div class="bb-right"><sub><font color="purple">"There are better places<br>to take a nap than <br>on the ground, you know."<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	<br>	</font></sub></div></th></tr></thead></table></div><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="A Hymn For Goldilocks">A Hymn For Goldilocks [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://static.tumblr.com/b572f57912d8b5345269f9dc72e04359/yveunmd/zEwn8f4ke/tumblr_static_4fc6jqggm90kg048ok0kkw0ww_640_v2.jpg" /></div><br><br>There is a universe. No-one knows it's name, where gravity wasn't strong enough to bind matter together and no stars formed. And because no stars formed, no stars exploded. And because no stars exploded, no planets came about. And because no planets came about, there was no life.<br><br>There's another universe, no one knows it's name, where gravity was strong enough and did light the stars and planets came about and boy, they were gorgeous, planets in perpetual winter, planets in perpetual summer, planets that could rival the Garden of Eden and no bloody snakes! And on one of them, eventually, complex life evolved and one of the species developed large brains learned things like manners and dabbing, when they looked up at the stars and wonder what they were doing here. You called them octopuses, I suppose. Gosh, they were clever, for octopuses, and one of them, several million years in, almost wrote something in ink on the seafloor, a message to its friend. And the message almost read: "Hi! How are you?" And a few millennia later, space folder back on itself and, you get the idea. <br>Goodbye Octopi.<br><br>There's another universe, where life formed on every planet, in every solar system, and it was carbon-based, it was silicon based, it was made of crystals and water and plasma, it was made of quantum fields and light, and everything was alive, everything was doing a boogie, and it was everybody's birthday, everyday, relatively, and everyone got presents, and they had over a trillion languages, some written down, some only spoken, some conducted telepathically, and they bought a galactic civilization together, as a perfect unity, sharing stories, sharing technology, speaking a common tongue, understanding everything about how the cosmos been put together. And finally, when everything was sorted, the galaxies were arranged into perfect geometric formations, transmitting pure love, and wisdom, and birthday greetings to all species in the universe, for all time. Papercuts never happened, coke came in glass bottles, no one even remembered the word for war, everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. <br><br>And yet, for a quirk in their evolution, because resources weren't scarce enough on the planets these species developed on, not a single creature in the universe was conscious. Food was eaten and no-one enjoyed it. Movies were released, and there was no laughing, or crying. No-one chuckled at a joke. Ever.<br>Space collapsed back on itself, eventually, and there hadn't been a single moment of sentience in the entire history of creation.<br><br>There's another universe, where the strong force is too strong the weak force is too weak and nothing forms.<br>Another, where life develops too late when the Stars have all gone beyond the light boundary and there's nothing to even see. <br>Another with too many dimensions.<br>Another with not enough.<br>Another where time goes in the opposite direction, and species begin as gods, and wind backwards to cells, and never learn<br>to survive.<br>Another that only lasts milliseconds, and collapses in on itself, and heads straight back to oblivion.<br>And that's how it just might be, across all possible universes, across all possible space times. Problems with the laws of nature, not enough resources, missteps in evolution.<br>An atlas of dead-ends.<br><br>Then again, there is one exception.<br><br>There's another universe, a big one, where life is rare, where intelligent life is very rare indeed, the stars are very distant from each other, the laws of nature are very complex, it's extremely lonely for any species developing, and most never even develop at all, but somewhere, we believe, is a planet where the oceans are vast, and the climate is varied. Where the smartest species on the planet may have developed just the right mix of ambition and kindness.<br>And if you were to travel there, to this unbelievably rare statistical anomaly, to this impossibly lucky planet, where evolution, biology, chemistry, nae, the laws of physics themselves have come together to create sentient intelligent life, you may be able to catch the native inhabitants singing for joy. Of what an impossibly lucky, and rare position they find themselves in. <br>It is a chant of gratitude, a ritual of showing appreciation for ending up in perhaps the one universe, in the one solar system, on the one planet with all the basic ingredients for intelligent, conscious life.<br><br>~Exurb1a</div></div></div>
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