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Pounces the killer kitty and rolls around with it Oooh... yes.
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I dunnno, it just seems like a female version of the American Mcgee cheshire cat whom I lurv. I could totally see them together.
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I think she would eat him.
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why would anyone want to eat him? He's nothing but fur and bones.
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Those are kickass. Reminds me of the cheshire cat.
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They are the Cheshire Cat.
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The second version is from American Mcgee's Alice. n.n I love that game.
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Yeah We kind of had a whole conversation about how she reminds me of a female version of the American Mcgee cheshire cat and how I could see them together.
Thread: Playing with dolls (Candy and me)

It had taken so long. Marium had worked and toiled and reworked for days. She just put the finishing touches on her ultimate project. Her personal best, she believed. Standing back, she looked at the life-sized doll. It was perfect. Long blonde-white hair, pale skin and perky breasts. Dressed in a black corset dress and frilly skirt, she gave her doll the Lolita look. A little hat completed the look. You look so pretty, Marium murmured, touching the doll's skin. Too bad you're not real. She liked the doll already. She felt the doll completed her, pale to where she was tan. Blonde to red. Just right. Marium hooked the doll up to the machine. If her calculations were right, then this would jolt the doll to wakefullness. She could see if she really did create the perfect sex doll.
Thread: Bleh. Sick.

Just a heads up to those I'm RPing with Haven't posted since Friday because I've been hit with a bad coughflusomething. I mentioned that I was feeling it on Anjeru's Hangout thread on Friday and I spent the entire weekend sick. Not really much for posting at the moment. As soon as I'm back in thinking condition, I'll jump right on replying.
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AWw, get well soon.
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Awwwwwwe. I'm sorry you're not feeling well. Message me if you need anything! Get well soon! We miss you! 3
Thread: In search of yuri

How big do your posts tend to be?
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Depends on who Im playing with. Big posts make me feel like matching, little one liners drive me nuts.
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I'm interested.
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Any particular idea you're interested in? Or, do you have ideas?
Thread: I'm bored so...

Let's talk about Excel Saga. Have you seen it?
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Excel saga! One of the last animes I liked. Completely awesome, parody at it's finest.
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I loved Nabeshin. I also liked the grade B action movie episode.
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T.T I got so lost in that show. I own the anime and seen it many times, but still. I just don't get it.
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Notte said T.T I got so lost in that show. I own the anime and seen it many times, but still. I just don't get it. Click to expand... I think that's the idea.
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Yeah some of it can be pretty confusing, what didn't you get? I also liked the lesbian robots. They were hilarious.
Thread: Broken...Empty... Dead

There is a feeling slipping through me. It's chill and kind of empty. It slips through me like ice. Makes my bones feel almost numb. All of me feels numb, it's kinda of nice... I don't know why I say that, but now that the numbness has hit, I don't feel pain anymore. It's kinda gone. At first I cried, but now it's just kinda... Gone. I don't know how to say it, the way I feel now. It's just... numb. Even as I type, I try to smile. Think of the happiness that my ex-lifepartner should have. My ex-lifepartner can do better then me. Much better then me, I am such a terrible person. We don't mesh, anytime they tried to be affectionate with them I shut them down. I'm a bad person, that must be it. It seems I just cause a lot of pain to those around me. A lot of unneeded pain. Maybe now that the one I love is free, maybe they can find someone that will truly appreciate them. I'll always love my ex-lifepartner. That won't change overtime, the kind of love may change... But I will ALWAYS love them. We where friends for many years before we hooked up, and I am hoping we continue to stay friends. It feels different now, as I sit here and type. Almost blank, empty... distant. The numbness has spread to my skin. I'm a bad person, it keeps echoing in my mind. What kind of person breaks up with their partner of almost two years, over the phone? I did... I'm that kind of person apparently... I'm a bad person... I guess what I am saying is... I'm probably not going to roleplay for awhile. Not till the numbness is gone. Oh dear, the laughter has started again... I think I'm gonna go off and die in a corner somewhere.
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hugs poor girl. Go rest, you need it. I know that eternal numbness too well. From just before darker fell before. But... that's the past. And you will find someone else.
Thread: What has become of Cyrodiil? (Oblivion rp in the makings.)

possibly interested. will make up my mind in a bit. I like oblivion tho.
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Yea, Elderscrolls is an amazing series of games. I really was happy with the change with combat system. Got annoying when I would hit the enemy with my sword and it would say miss. I am currently playing through Shivering isles since I was finally able to get the expansion. For free too. Beat the Knights of nine. That was fun.
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raises hand I'm in.
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Tallies. Two so far. Hmmm, if we can get 2 or three more people we will have something to work with.
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3 Profile skellies?
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I guess I could come up with something for that. One sec.
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Username Misha Hiroki Name Naomi Vaultus Age 18 Race Imperial Star Constellation sign Shadow Class Assassin Appearance Bio She was a native of anvil and an associate of the Dark Brotherhood. She left her city to join the Cheydinhal sactuary after her brother was killed by one of their assassins so that she might destroy the organization from the inside. Unfortunately, with her time doing their work to stay inconspicuous she has come to enjoy the senseless murder of the not-so-innocent.
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3 I likez eet. It also helps to have a map of Cyrodiil pinned to my wall.
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Has my map neatly tucked into my game case.
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I needed mine for notes...like the nine wayshrines and other places of much less importance.
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Eh, Knights of the Nine helped me find the Wayshrines. It was said the gate Guardian in Shivering Isles was easy to kill. Two shots from my bow of fire. Deals 15pts of fire on target. and the bone arrows. Though I also used Sneak attack so I dealt x3 damage with both shots. . Sad he didn't notice me before it was too late.
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Yea. The guy that made the arrows didn't even get one shot in. Its good to be an assassin. Though I miss being a vampire. AssassinVampire full form pwnage of sneak attacks. I also have a staff called the Apotheosis and it does 33pts each of fire,shock, and frost damage.
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Screw staffs and vampires! I'm good with just my own damn high sneaking ability and my crummy glass dagger.
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My staff would still kill you before you kill me. And then I'd use my other staff to reanimate you. After I strip you of all your armor of course.
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I tend to combo my guys, though I usually play a Battlemage. My character can't be killed, and anybody who tries, dies. I love enchantments, though that made the game WAAY too easy
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Hey midnight. My fist character was an annoying to kill healer. Basically cause I'd just shoot fireballs at you till you died and runheal.
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Wouldn't matter, 100 reflection, wouldn't make a scratch 3 Though it would hurt you. Anyhow, I don't see how that is important...
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Pfft, I hurt myself I heal! Then I rethink my tactic and send out my daedra minion out to hurt you while I hide.
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Remember, battlemage .., and Daedra are weak against lightning., poof, Daedra is a pile of ashes. Then I can hunt you down unhindered. Besides, most NPCs are stupid enough to run up to me and start hacking, which kills them very quickly. That character is why I stopped playing Oblivion for a little while, no challenge.
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Guess that means I must use my assassin. Gets bow of flame out with some arrows of sparks and sneak shoots you.
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Enchantment still gets reflected. Plus, I gots a high sneak skill, Detected, reflected. . I am bored with this now... I couldn't even beat myself... Used consol to try
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Then go try to kill the dagon then. I think that might be still a 'challenge.'
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He stepped on me and died. Kinda funny when he dies too, he melts and becomes rubbery and stretchy
Thread: Meioh's flea market

Shit... I'm actually impressed that my 1516-year-old angsty self could come up with such creative and well-thought-out bitterness. Underlined parts in any of my poems are my favorite parts. I'll hopefully be adding some short works of fiction that I've had planned out for a while. It's just been difficult to post them due to the PG-13 guidelines of my other forum, and I dislike FF.net. Untitled Why do you taunt me so, With your frequent glances? Your defiant eyes searing into me Taking away my layers, exposing me. I can hardly breathe out of pure fear. . . What have I done to make you change so? If you are so different, then I myself Am scared to look at my own tainted reflection, Which shields so much more than just a broken heart. You realize . . . thinking of what we shared in order to calm myself Is much like comparing love to the eye of the storm, Yet you relax me so, with your pale pools of apathy But I see right through the illusion . . . you are broken Will the blaze in them cool momentarily, so that I may bask in their gentle warmth? Although you have no idea, nor time to care, Somehow you remain my pillar of balance The object supporting me, yet simultaneously Crushing what is left of my shattered heart. When my world starts to spin out of control at your tiny though hardly genuine smile, I will not let myself shed anymore tears - The regret alone is enough for the demons in me To drag me back down into endless and dark watery depths, A place all too familiar for my black, bleeding heart. I am drowning in your spiteful and uncaring eyes.
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My confession to my ex that I did, indeed, cheat on him. The emotion in the poem is clear though. I really did love him. I was just a naive bubblehead who was easily influenced by her friends Ah well. Turned out for the best. He's a fucking loser now, anyway. The Truth Behind These Eyes Tears are falling slowly Down this heartbroken face They are falling from the eyes On which this story's based. Those eyes first held a sparkle Which no bad mood could steal To tell the truth it was your smile That finally made love real. Sometimes the eyes stared endlessly They saw past everyone's flaws And when they finally settled It was your smile that they saw. At night these eyes saw dreams That would make any girls' come true And soon enough it became reality To see themselves with you. But these eyes eventually strayed Wandered from the path What happened next, you wonder? I think you can do the math. These eyes quickly clouded over Overflowing with secrets and lies They just didn't want to imagine The hurt behind your eyes. These eyes widened in disbelief and shame Once they had been found out But still they made up more lies To keep the hurt from coming about. Soon these eyes would widen again This time in shock from seeing a ring But they didn't take time to realize How much more sadness and lies they'd bring. Yet the love went on As true love surely should But everyday these eyes thought that If they could turn back time they would. But too late had these eyes realized That what they'd done was wrong So they sat down with tears flowing free To finally write this song. You've given me just one more chance To tell you what is true I've said all I could, so let this be known. . . I'm truly in love with you. The truth has been twisted and turned And further we grew apart But know you'll always hold my gaze And more importantly, my heart.
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Random untitled drabble. I had a habit of creating names and traits for all the clashing ideas and emotions in my head. Whose eyes am I behind? Are they truly mine, or are they imagining things? And this anger. . . how did it come to live in me? I'm just not feeling like myself. Instead, I feel. . . possesed, almost. Who will exorcise me? I need someone. . . someplace where I belong. I need to be loved. I need someone by my side. The sullen mirror I look upon portrays my joyful smile as a solemn glance I am trapped between worlds. Normally tranquil, I feel hostile, growling like a tigress at the first sign of anything threatening. The tigress is restless she stirs in front of me, determined to get out. But if she emerges, she will trample every petal and every leaf of everything I have worked so hard to protect and nurture. . . it isn't fair. Either way, I have much to lose. Either way I lie between sides, arms stretched out in their own silent sign of giving up tears cascading freely down my face as I realize how broken I really am. Yet I am still fiercely trying to stop the chaos from destroying everything I have left. For every degree my temper rises, my heart beats a step quicker. Not even the coldest water, or heaviest sand, or heaviest ice can put out the hidden blaze in my soul. And I cannot stand the heat. It's eating up all of me as it moves through me, burning every care I have. It consumes me, consumes everything I care for. But my heart is not on fire. There are icy patches of different shapes and sizes all over, and they are quickly multiplying. The fire, however, is an ally to the ice. It does not melt it, yet acts as a fuel. My icy-cold glances are symptoms of the tigress, who feeds on the ice of my heart and creates the fire enveloping my soul.
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Break Down -hits head against the wall and chants, Angst, angst, angst.- I just wanna break down Tear down all my shields So I can bring the knife closer Draw it to the warm blood Flowing through my veins Because all I do is cry From the moment that I first saw you You were nothing but another star In the bright sky full of possibilites But eventually you became The center of my galaxy My heart revolved around you The shadows hid my star Clouds blocked the crescent light I lose myself in sorrow Became a leaf drifting Helplessly upon the sea Nearly drowning everytime I come close to the edge I just wanna break down Tear down all my shields So I can bring the knife closer Draw it to the warm blood Flowing through my veins Because all I do is cry Even when the world turned black And my life felt empty I just couldn't give you up Yet everytime I catch your sad eyes It's enough to kill me Even without the knife I just wanna break down Tear down all my shields So I can bring the knife closer Draw it to the warm blood Flowing through my veins Because all I do is cry It's times like these which kill me Every dagger coming quicker Hitting its mark Pierce my heart and make it bleed Break down all my shields Put me out of my misery
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More drabble -- As I stare up at my mirror, watching my fake happy self, I turn to my inner tigress for guidance. The joy within me, as well as the joy behind the mask of solitude that the depression has created, is turning from a pure, milky white to an ashen black. I have both power and motivation, everything I need to overcome it. But the depression has an unbreakable prison, this mirror in which I am solemnly pacing about. Will I be stuck forever? Or can I use the fire to melt the ice, then in turn use the water to douse my fiery soul to begin a new life? Is this how we're all supposed to feel, so secluded. . .? Why is life so unfair? The hardships we have to face everyday are tests to see if we can actually succeed in this game of Life. What if we don't want anything to change? I don't know about the people around me, but I would give anything to have my life back. . . anything. But on the other hand. . . what would we all be like without the tests, without the lessons? They say experience is the worst teacher, because it throws the test in our faces without first presenting the lesson. So is this really the life we wish to lead, always failing those next-to-impossible tests, and not being able to put a lot of the experience to good use? I just don't understand anymore. . . life has definitely thrown me a curve ball this time.
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Part of a song I was writing at the time decided it would be better as a standalone. Violently shaking Silently breaking This is the story of a girl in love Resistant to change Numb to the pain This is how she falls Regardless of steps she takes It takes so much for her to break But truth be told Feelings get old And she was left behind
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The most recent work I allowed to see the light of day. This was 2007. Want to know something sad? I can remember timelines of my work because of the level of emotional distress. This was a particularly bad breakup. One that eventually landed me in the hospital after losing 20 pounds, which a lot when you're already a twig. Little girl So far from home She cries out But she's all alone And she remembers Remembers a day When you broke her heart And then went away Now it's sink or swim In the treacherous blue Struggling is she, So lost without you And clinging to her Are sins of the past Weighing her down, she's Not sure if she'll last A waste of your time That's all she can hear She's trapped in a lie She's living in fear
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Last one for now, I promise!! This just started out as freehand, and eventually Final Fantasy X-2 came into my head. So I went back and revised it a little, and it became Yuna drabble. Huzzah! If you can't tell, it's about the challenges and restrictions she faced as a summoner, and the changes she underwent between X and X-2. I just wish people could look past the slutty clothes I kept waiting for something better. . . An opportunity, of sorts, to drop the weight of my burden And spread my wings A chance to get away from it all. I never knew true happiness until you came along. My hold on life was so loose before. . . Your love kept me above the surface. You untangled my wings and I flew for the very first time Under everyone's watchful eyes I soared. But then. . . You disappeared. And I crashed. So we set out, to find you. To bring you home. At last. And to think. . . it all began. . . With this sphere of you.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Oh, god. Tainted Love. I'll be singing that all day.
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Re I would click this title-- MM You should play it through your house on maximum volume and indoctrinate your whole neighborhood to it.
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Re I would click this title-- MM My apartment complex would not appreciate it. I'm too busy giving them Repo and odd songs from the fifites.
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Re I would click this title-- MM You could spam them up some Jailhouse Rock. Then light a couple hundred dollars of pot and turn the whole apartment into a hotbox. I would so hang out in that apartment. Everyday. Continue playing Repo though, and despite the whole world loving on GraveRobber, angry mothers will probably be waiting at your door with flaming bales of hay and pitchforks.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Yea. Pitchforks. That made complete and perfect sense. Ttly.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Pfft. I play NathanRepo's songs more often. And I'm a student. I can't afford that much weed. Besides, physics gets me high enough.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Calculus is where it's at. Inverse proportionals throw all the wild parties. I have Let The Monster Rise on repeat. The ending note just chokes me up.
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Re I would click this title-- MM D I can't listen to that song too much. The 'Can't we just go home, Shi, and forget this dreadful night' chokes me up like a mother fucker.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Their back and forth lines are just so poignant. Fucking brilliant, man. D You know what I can't listen to too often? Genetic Emancipation.
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Re I would click this title-- MM What I have to listen to often is 'Night Surgeon'. It fills me with glee. Sad, sad glee.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Fuck you man I was just going to bring that one up. The chorus , Christ.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Strangely, I find that whole scene arousing. I-I think this says something about my psychological sadism. D
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Re I would click this title-- MM Pfft. Only psychological? Pansy. Nathan would like a word with you.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Tainted love ftw.listulistulistu
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Re I would click this title-- MM It's almost the perfect song. It just needs more cowbell.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Hour said Pfft. Only psychological? Pansy. Nathan would like a word with you. Click to expand... But physical? That's so evanescent.
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Re I would click this title-- MM Be a glutton take both. 8D