Fabricant451
Member
Queen of Hearts
STATUS: You'd think after like 15 years I'd stop feeling like a fraud when writing posts but I still do which is both a statement on my self confidence and a compliment to how good my partners are as writers 1 mo ago
- Last Seen: 12 days ago
- Old Guild Username: Fabricant451
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 6320 (1.39 / day)
- VMs: 25
-
Username history
- Fabricant451 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Bork,
Pascal,
RPM,
Khyron Shadowfang,
Savo,
Rune_Alchemist,
Stryder BC,
Tau,
Red Helix,
Kaiidth
Status
Recent Statuses
1 mo ago
Current
You'd think after like 15 years I'd stop feeling like a fraud when writing posts but I still do which is both a statement on my self confidence and a compliment to how good my partners are as writers
15
likes
5 mos ago
Why are you talking about Final Fantasy 10 like that
5 mos ago
Final Fantasy 13 is a top five entry in the franchise but ya'll still ain't ready to have that conversation
6 mos ago
This Bears/Packers game is gonna make me believe in the power of Chicago Pope
2
likes
6 mos ago
The older I get the more I start to think BBQ potato chips are the worst flavor, actually.
3
likes
Bio
Look, I got lost on the way to getting some jajangmyeon and it'd be foolish to leave now.
Most Recent Posts
Mission accomplished.
Ahhh, Silver sniped! Now how is Yukimura supposed to react to Noriaki's eccentric fantasy?
Noriaki was in the clear and whether the others liked it or not - and they would be made to like it in due time - she was coming along on the journey. It was enough to have her positively beaming, and not even the rather creepy and potentially sociopathic grin from the fire-headed minx could succeed in bringing her mood down. On the contrary, Noriaki took such a grin as a positive, and already her thoughts were of the two of them working out their tension together behind a door or even out beneath the stars in a tent. Their tension, their aggression, their multitude of other kinks and personal issues. That her mind went to a vision not suited for a social gathering was evidenced by the smile widening and her cheeks reddening.
It took the one armed warrior catching her sword to snap Noriaki away from the prison that was her mental state. An impressive feat, having one arm and able to wield an odachi, The woman must have been abnormally strong, which was perfect, the perfect excuse for Noriaki to find the woman's softer side, exploit it, and experience the test of strength first hand. Ah, what a journey this would be. It was an absolute garden and Noriaki was the florist, the caretaker, the one tasked with ensuring that each flower blooms beautifully or else gets pruned and tossed aside like a common weed. Weeds were not beautiful. The flowers that were her fellow guardians were.
Noriaki listened to Yukimura's speech and, like some of her fellows, felt the need to speak up almost immediately. Though hers was less a complaint.
"I'm afraid we have a problem, Big Brother," Noriaki showed absolutely no shame in addressing Yukimura in the same manner as the Princess had, it was fortunate the Princess had run off somewhere for the moment, or else it could have gotten awkward. Well, more awkward. "For you see, I am already attached. I was attached as soon as my eyes locked with her, as soon as I felt the touch of her skin, the gentle comfort when my lips were honored to touch simply the back of her hand. But fear not, I will not let our obvious connection and mutual attachment to one another prevent us from carrying out this task. We will simply reaffirm our love as we travel and it will be with great sadness and tear stained attire that we part ways, our fingers reaching for one another but unable to so much as brush past each other as we are pulled apart, Her Highness by whatever awaits her at the destination, and me by a beautifully buxom fire headed woman, whose kind words, soft touch, and to-die-for figure will comfort me in my time of grief and love will blossom once more."
Noriaki was making hand gestures, playfully acting out her little monologue, even ending with a small bow.
Noriaki ignored those complaining about barbarism or whatnot, and instead turned her attention to the one armed warrior - but not before giving a wink and a smile towards Kaede - making sure the red head knew exactly who she was referring to in her little speech.
"If it's shogi you're after, my amputated angel, if you will be my King, I will be your pawn or your mountain dove. Your silver general or your great stag, Your flying swallow or your peacock." Noriaki would've continued, but doing so would reveal that all she knew about shogi was the names of pieces, and her point was made regardless.
It took the one armed warrior catching her sword to snap Noriaki away from the prison that was her mental state. An impressive feat, having one arm and able to wield an odachi, The woman must have been abnormally strong, which was perfect, the perfect excuse for Noriaki to find the woman's softer side, exploit it, and experience the test of strength first hand. Ah, what a journey this would be. It was an absolute garden and Noriaki was the florist, the caretaker, the one tasked with ensuring that each flower blooms beautifully or else gets pruned and tossed aside like a common weed. Weeds were not beautiful. The flowers that were her fellow guardians were.
Noriaki listened to Yukimura's speech and, like some of her fellows, felt the need to speak up almost immediately. Though hers was less a complaint.
"I'm afraid we have a problem, Big Brother," Noriaki showed absolutely no shame in addressing Yukimura in the same manner as the Princess had, it was fortunate the Princess had run off somewhere for the moment, or else it could have gotten awkward. Well, more awkward. "For you see, I am already attached. I was attached as soon as my eyes locked with her, as soon as I felt the touch of her skin, the gentle comfort when my lips were honored to touch simply the back of her hand. But fear not, I will not let our obvious connection and mutual attachment to one another prevent us from carrying out this task. We will simply reaffirm our love as we travel and it will be with great sadness and tear stained attire that we part ways, our fingers reaching for one another but unable to so much as brush past each other as we are pulled apart, Her Highness by whatever awaits her at the destination, and me by a beautifully buxom fire headed woman, whose kind words, soft touch, and to-die-for figure will comfort me in my time of grief and love will blossom once more."
Noriaki was making hand gestures, playfully acting out her little monologue, even ending with a small bow.
Noriaki ignored those complaining about barbarism or whatnot, and instead turned her attention to the one armed warrior - but not before giving a wink and a smile towards Kaede - making sure the red head knew exactly who she was referring to in her little speech.
"If it's shogi you're after, my amputated angel, if you will be my King, I will be your pawn or your mountain dove. Your silver general or your great stag, Your flying swallow or your peacock." Noriaki would've continued, but doing so would reveal that all she knew about shogi was the names of pieces, and her point was made regardless.
Also, Rusalka, I totally killed you in Bravely Default
Congrats, you get to be Regan;s room mate.
Or I can put you solo
Or I can put you solo
Silver Fox said
I'll repost it for you xD
Thank you
Silver, do you remember what page your character sheet is on? (Or are you able to repost it?) I'm doing some fist page edits
"I have to WHAT?" Isabeau paused in her attempt to leave the Chamber of Fayth, turning around to listen to her eager Guardian. Isabeau couldn't help but admire the girl's gestures, calling her with such respectful titles, being more helpful than before, and showing a devotion, or was it dedication, to her simply on the grounds of Isabeau now being chosen as a summoner. "Pray..."I have to pray? I can't just summon?" Isabeau sighed as she re-entered the Chamber. No one had told her exactly how one became a summoner, or the process involved, but she remained in the Chamber, waiting for everyone else to leave. If she was going to pray, it would be done in private.
"Pray...right...pray." Isabeau took a deep breath and made the hand gestures of the prayer. Everyone in Spira knew it, one of the traditions that never died, and even her mother, when she wasn't making boastful and arrogant claims, had been known to offer her prayers as well. Isabeau closed her eyes, bowing, and then rose, repeating the prayer, keeping her eyes closed and her mind open.
Isabeau's hair blew slightly in the brief breeze, that must have meant the prayer was working. She repeated the gesture once more, bowing low, and her body went warm. It hit her all of a sudden, a warm, inviting feeling, one of friendliness and one of hope. Her eyes opened and her knees went wobbly, and she fell onto her back. She looked at her palms, they looked the same, though she could feel something within them. Was this what it felt like? Was this what it was like to be as summoner.
"It's...true...I'm a summoner..." she spoke, softly. "Me...a summoner...wait until mother hears about this..."
Isabeau laughed, a friendly laugh. She laughed in disbelief, and she laughed because it was the first thing that came to her mind.
"Pray...right...pray." Isabeau took a deep breath and made the hand gestures of the prayer. Everyone in Spira knew it, one of the traditions that never died, and even her mother, when she wasn't making boastful and arrogant claims, had been known to offer her prayers as well. Isabeau closed her eyes, bowing, and then rose, repeating the prayer, keeping her eyes closed and her mind open.
Isabeau's hair blew slightly in the brief breeze, that must have meant the prayer was working. She repeated the gesture once more, bowing low, and her body went warm. It hit her all of a sudden, a warm, inviting feeling, one of friendliness and one of hope. Her eyes opened and her knees went wobbly, and she fell onto her back. She looked at her palms, they looked the same, though she could feel something within them. Was this what it felt like? Was this what it was like to be as summoner.
"It's...true...I'm a summoner..." she spoke, softly. "Me...a summoner...wait until mother hears about this..."
Isabeau laughed, a friendly laugh. She laughed in disbelief, and she laughed because it was the first thing that came to her mind.
Volleyballllll
Reiko, deciding it better not to be picked last as she was certain would be the case, instead decided to simply join Kotone - that was what Himeji-sensei said, right? - and her team on the other side of the net. Standing with her team, she remained silent, giving her teammates a nod of knowing. She looked across the net to the opposing team. They were certainly lively, or maybe it was just loud - one of the pink hairs seemed to have a following. Right, that was the other student in the running for assistant class reprentative, so she was popular. Or popular enough, anyway, to warrant a following. Comparatively, Kotone's team was quieter, and looked less interested in playing than Reiko thought possible.
"Hey....Kotone-san," Reiko addressed the team captain, turning her head to look at the girl, "Let me serve."
Reiko had little experience with serving, or with most sports in general, but right now she had anger towards Himeji-sensei. and pretending the white ball was her gym teacher's head was bound to work. "And...let's win. I want to win."
Normally, Reiko would be as indifferent about this game as anyone else, but she had something to prove now. Or, more technically, she had someone to impress, and the small blush on her cheeks revealed her true intentions for the sudden burst of competitive spirit.
"Hey....Kotone-san," Reiko addressed the team captain, turning her head to look at the girl, "Let me serve."
Reiko had little experience with serving, or with most sports in general, but right now she had anger towards Himeji-sensei. and pretending the white ball was her gym teacher's head was bound to work. "And...let's win. I want to win."
Normally, Reiko would be as indifferent about this game as anyone else, but she had something to prove now. Or, more technically, she had someone to impress, and the small blush on her cheeks revealed her true intentions for the sudden burst of competitive spirit.
© 2007-2026