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4 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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5 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
5 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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5 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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5 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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Name: Saitou Kimiko
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Arcana: The Moon
Equipment: Though Kimiko can rarely be found without a pack of bubblegum at her disposal, bubblegum is not an effective tool in combat. Nothing she carries, in fact, could be considered weaponry - save for perhaps a pair of drumsticks that would, again, prove inefficient.
Skills: A talented musician (drums) and, by extension, drumstick twirler. A trivia nerd through and through. Though lacking in physical combat skills or training herself, she's got a mean sucker punch or quick genital annihilation strike if jumped. She's also very observant, as you'd expect from someone who grew up in her household. Very difficult to lie to.
Appearance:


A girl of gracile build who stands at 1.65 meters, Kimiko's attractive looks are tempered either by the ruffled look of her uniform or her plain fashion stylings when lounging around the house or shopping. Despite her good posture and ready, polite smile, her lax demeanor and "ayy fam just toss yourself on my body, clothing" sense of dress makes her look more scruffy-cute than a bombshell.
Personality: Saitou Kimiko could aptly be described as quiet, dreamy, and perhaps even aloof. While not completely inaccurate on the last count, this sense of detachment from those around her is more due to inquisitive glares and contemplative silences, broken only by the most left-field of questions. ("You're hungry too, right?" is a personal favorite of hers.) Despite her bizarre colloquialisms, those who can focus her find her to be a gifted conversationalist and tireless listener. She does her best to be helpful and attentive to the needs of others, but observes so much so often that she will sometimes lose track of her current goal, and must be kept from going wayward by her friends. Given her silences and finely honed skill of reading people, she doesn't have much of a tolerance for dishonesty, but will let most white lies slide unless they hurt those close to her.
Biography: Kimiko was raised to be open-minded - raised by a pair of small-town private detectives and raised up in a lifestyle that could be considered middle-class by a slight stretch of the imagination, her foster family's entire lifestyle depended on the uncanny ability to resist drawing their own conclusions and follow whatever zany conclusion a case's evidence could lead them to. This insight was instilled into Kimiko as she grew older and began attending school. By the time she had grown old enough to attend high school, her personality had been permanently cast in a state of quiet, quirky stasis. For her American mother, a quiet woman herself, this was perfectly natural - and indeed, preferred. Her partner, a more rambunctious sort, the idea of breaking Kimiko out of the shell they had accidentally created for her was an appealing one.

So four years ago, they moved into a homey, quiet little part of Shikatsu, where Saitou Kimiko had all she ever really needed - people to watch, a McDonald's to stop by after classes, and a school to attend. She made a small smattering of friends that she loosely keeps in touch with before her parents helped her arrange to attend Uchima Senior High.

Which had an even better McDonald's nearby. And more friends.

These are positive changes.

Name: Kaguya-hime
Appearance:

Traits:
-Reflects: Physical
-Absorbs: -
-Void: -
-Resist: Light
-Weak: Fire
Abilities:
Zan
Media
Marin Karin
Tarukaja
@Lugubrious

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"'Ell no, I'm not gettin' you anyting with sugar in it. You can have a big toob of popcorn and you can appreciate that shit."

Noel gave him such a quivering look that he felt the muscles in his hand clench. The Atlesian returned it with the only thing the blacksmith was born to understand - tempered steel.

"As if you won't be up past your bedtoim enough to begin with. You want me to give you sometin' to make you hyper now too?"

"...Yes?"

...

"Dammit, Noel."


Figured that she'd know how to work a piece of steel.

"Ye, ye, fine," the accented Atlesian grumbled. His hand wriggled out of hers and grabbed her left hand as she lifted it triumphantly. He pinned it down at her side, with the intended consequence of wrapping his arm protectively around his teammate's shoulder to begin with and putting her in a would-be chokehold. "But you're going to make yourself useful to the cause if I do. I want you to find ten little midgets from Vale. Pop leaks in their fookin' sodas with the stick when you're done. Spread fear and dissent in your wake, du Acier. Big Brudda has spoken."
Are you there God

It'sa me

Napoli

Thanks for nothing.
Cyare Staunton


@Plank Sinatra

"Excellent. Where would you expect her to be?" With her attire settled, Cyare set about a few small in-place stretches to work the lazy warmth from her body. Rotations of the shoulder, a few minor stretches of the back, neck, things of that nature. Just enough to keep her moving and get her ready for activity again. She kept her gaze directed, more or less, at Ferrara while she waited for the answer.

"If she is blind, she likely would not have gone far, correct?"


Angel Ferrara


"That..."
Angel searched for a way to correct Cyare without offending either girl. His mouth hung open as the words came to him slowly. "Picture...a really mischievous, snarky pixie. Who's blind. And snores like hell. She's got too much energy to even stay quiet and still when she sleeps. Awake she's even worse."

Worse was an awful word!

"She's great and all."

Crap.

"...But worse."

And thus his description came full circle.

"We should check my room first. She's probably waiting for me to realize I left her and come groveling back."


Our plucky young token minority, currently segregated from the rest of her team and toiling in the kitchen, was having much more fun than many of her Beacon classmates would jest while reading that statement out of context.

The first place she had made a beeline for upon reaching the cafeteria were the large bread ovens. They would be impossible to drag over to the freezing survivors (at least, they would be if Lauren wanted them to work) but firing them up to 350 degrees and leaving aprons, gloves, and hairnets in front of the cracked ovens to get 'em nice and toasty. While the stove and clothes were heating up, Lauren began running around and checking faucets. There was no hot water left in the facility, but Lauren found two working microwaves that she could use to heat up a pitcher of water. She didn't find any glasses (capitalism is built on a foundation of milk cartons!) but she managed to find some bottled water - which was promptly dumped out so that the plastic bottles could be rinsed and filled with the microwave water.

DING!

Which was done!

Lauren came scurrying back from behind the buffet line with much less sex appeal than she'd had when she leapt over a minute prior. She was holding a pitcher and a bottle in each hand, working not to spill a drop of the warm water. Muffled commands of "hut one hut two hut one hut two" rang out through teeth that were clenched around a box of warm, dry clothes. She slowed herself to a halt and unlocked her jaw, dropping the box of clothes on the ground between Sangue and Amy. She set the water down after the provisions and stood--

OH DEAR LORD

"S-Sangue!"

SHE IS PURE!

...

"Good initiative, Sangue. Take an apron if you need one."

Ben...Luke...I'll never judge again.


Sparing just a second when the girls were distracted to jab at her eyes with two fingers, and then stab at Ben's threateningly, Lauren crouched down and began wriggling hairnets over the two men, ensuring no more heat could escape through their heads. Afterwards, she began expertly filling the bottles with water, feeling the plastic grow pliable and soft with heat.

At this point, she thought it would be safe to ask some questions.

"Can you hear me, guys? Do you mind telling me if you know anything about the Grimm?"
Leave me alone guys
Bruh you play too much
Not you too
I hate my friends
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