How a little affection can evolve you.in my mind Remmy is just turning 17 and Riss has been 21 and had his bar tending job for a little while. He's in his early twenties stage when he's still working in turning his life around and being a kind person. ((look at Cyervo 's character history to understand))How a little affection can evolve you.7 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Dos Velos was too preppy for Riss's liking but he needed to get some fruity things that those girls liked in their drinks and what not like his boss asked him. He would've been in and out of the city had it not been for a rather strange sight.
There was a teen sitting leaned against the wall with her head in her hands. Sure it was pretty normal to see at Las Vicio, but aren't these people supposed to be in shelters by this time?
"Hey. Is something wrong?" Riss asked, leaning down on a knee to be at eye level. The person who he thought was a girl looked up and replied "I'm fine."
"Oh." He said impulsively on realizing she was infact a he. And he definitely was not fine. How can a guy be so skinny and dirty. Especia
( Levi x Drunk!Reader ) Taste...( Levi x Drunk!Reader ) Taste...13 hours ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Levi's P. O. V.
Quietly sitting in the back of the room, the trailing scent of alcohol, and sweat disgusted me, but I put up with it because Hanji told me "she" would be here, and with no hesitation I threw my jacket on, and ran for the party. I slammed the door open with my back-hand, and saw a sight that made my jaw drop, but made me want to chuckle yet at the same time let out a faint blush.
( Y/ N ) was standing on top of one of the tables with a plaid ( F/C ) shirt tied around her waist, with a black tank top that was riding up her body. ( H/ C ) was tangled, and messy in directions making it seem like she just got out of bed from certain activities, and she holding a Vodka bottle in one hand while a microphone was in her hand as she sang into it, with the lyrics of a song called "Take it Personal" by Go Periscope.
Slowly, and quietly shutting the door behind me with a small smile on my face, but was hidden behind my black, silky scarf I
January Boy, Part 15January Boy, Part 15January Boy, Part 1520 hours ago in Settings More Like This
Setting: Franky Jones’ Igloo
Date: January 1st, 2000 (Pretty big and notable time jump here)
Time: 12:31 PM PST
“Happy birthday to me…. happy birthday to me… happy birthday, dear Franky!... Happy birthday to me……”
Franky strummed a long chord on his guitar, then took a deep breath and pretended to blow out the nonexistent candle (which was actually a plastic fork) atop the blue-frosted cupcake sitting at his flippers.
“Woohoo!” He tried to get himself hyped-up for the occasion. He should have been, right? It was his ninth birthday, after all, and he was used to doing things alone. Still, he felt like something was missing, and he knew what it was-- a candle.
He pulled the fork out of the top of the cupcake and licked all of the frosting off it. The cupcake was delicious, and had come fresh from the Coffee Shop just that morning. With the amount of money he was making, he had
January Boy, Part 16January Boy, Part 16January Boy, Part 1618 hours ago in Settings More Like This
Setting: The Town
Date: July 22nd, 2004
Time: 2:12 PM PST
It was a normal day in the almost-normal life of Franky Jones. He was standing on the sidewalk in the Town, playing his guitar with his brother’s old blue baseball cap sitting on the ground in front of him. That hat was almost full with muted bronze coins, and every time a penguin would drop one in, Franky would shoot that penguin a wide smile. The sun was shining down on him, but it wasn’t too hot. He couldn’t have been in a better mood. The coin collection business (if that even qualified as a business) was going well. There were only two things on his mind-- the words to the self-written song he was singing, and what he was planning to do after finishing his singing.
For six years now, he had been playing his guitar to make money. That was all he had ever done. Since for the longest time he had been a kid, he figured there wasn’t anything else he needed to do. But now it
Hexenvalze - Sketch 3From the Journal of Icaritus Gregorio Jurian, age 9.Hexenvalze - Sketch 314 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Dear Diary/// No, pardon me. I mean Dear Journal. Real men write Journals. Real men also stand up to their problems. Dear Journal, I regret to tell you that I have a problem of utmost emergency, one that shall decide whether or not I will continue to call you a Journal or if I must tuck my tail between my legs and be content with the disgrace of rebaptizing you as a Diary. Gladly, you are not impatient and nor are you quick to judge, which is why I will convey to you the circumstances of my woe.
Today marked the day I entered my new domain, where I, at the top my entrance class, would firmly establish my dominion over that which is rightfully mine. At least, that had been my plan. You know very well the strategies I disclosed within your pages over the past several weeks. You know even more well the flawlessness of each movement and the brilliance of every precaution I took to prevent any errors in the execution of having my p
catastrophic love.The rain just wouldn’t let up – of course not, they were seaside in a goddamn rainforest. She stood right where he had left her, soaking wet inside and out. She refused to believe he was gone; she would have felt something die, something leave her shriveled up and gone. Several salty tears ran down her cheeks, blending with the skies own tears. Please be here, please be here, she thought desperately. The storm blew on, and the sea looked like nothing less than a chaotic swirl of iron. She waited several, long moments later, but still there was nothing. She choked, vision blurring now. “You said you would be here!” She screamed into the wind, her voice carried away on the thunder.catastrophic love.12 hours ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
“And I’m here.”
She whipped around and there he was, drenched to the bone but alive. She gave a halting laugh, and threw herself into his arms. He squeezed her tight, his face nestled into her tangled hair, and all she could do was laugh and cry. “You bastard, yo
A thousand years of Sonic 39A thousand years of Sonic 39A thousand years of Sonic 3913 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
The chains of life and destiny
Sonic was walking inside a white place he felt like as if he was walking in the clouds. His steps were light and pace by pace, till he stop in front of a light it was like a clear blue star. It floated around Sonic a few times and then flew away, taking the shape of a wild cat mobian much like Sonic was a hedgehog mobian. Sonic was surprise as he saw this brown cat he looked around and looked over at Sonic smiling, "Sonic" he said. Sonic had no idea who he was and tilt his head, "Who are you?" Sonic asked. "You can say we are practically brothers Sonic, my name is Morpheus son of Somnus and also god of dreams" he announce. "Morpheus yes now I remember your father was the god of sleep and now you are both" said Sonic, "That is correct and you Sonic are my binding your the next one that will take my place" said Morpheus. "Take your place?" Sonic asked, "Yes you shall
:DOTW: Wolves at the OrchardRoleplay with Anhurs's Besnik and Paxton & SeleneTheWerewolf's Nahimana:DOTW: Wolves at the Orchard15 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
SeleneTheWerewolf said the following:
Nahi had traveled far. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, she should just stay in her area and keep safe til Spring. However, she was adamant in trying to find more wolves. Even if it meant searching through the other packs. It was clear Winter day, it had snowed earlier that night and fresh snow layered the area.
She had finally reached the southern side of an Apple Orchard. They were barren, but she could almost still smell them. Her nose wrinkled at the scent markers. She hadn't been this far south in a long time.
Anhurs said the following:
The orchard was a place Besnik hadn't been in a long while. He was only here now, in fact, because of his old student, Paxton. The honey-colored male had convinced the old trainer to come along on a walk with him to get out a little. Stallion's new rules were constricting, and Pax
Arlena in Mechanised soulA little profile for Arlena and few other in :iconThantosEdge: 's alt. universe, Mechanised Soul.Arlena in Mechanised soul20 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Back before early days, when REXA invaded Earth, GRA saw and fought many heavy, tough battles, suffering heavy casaulties, but with aid of their "Sähkö" sattellite, managed to hold the horrid robot menace for a time, evacuating several major cities. However, it didn't take long for REXA to locate the satellite firing control center at Mount Rushmore bunker. Arlena was out there on the last battle, leading the defenders in the area. Despite heavy resistance and heavy weaponry, ranging from heavy AT-cannon to AC-130 gunships, and even the satellite itself, it was clear the battle was lost. When Arlena heard that another team send to evacuate several important DARPA scientists was pinned down and almost destroyed, she ordered the last sattellite beam to fire at them, disabling REXA bots so the scientists and the escort team made it out, but the firing facility
Tiny As A Gift RPYou were human girl... Your legs didn't work though, so you had a wheelchair... You didn't have casts though... You come from a rich family, living in a mansion with your mother, and her maids... You went to school, like a normal girl... But you didn't have any friends at all... You were a rather lonely girl... Your mother was often out on work, so you didn't see her much... But you knew she cared... But you were very lonely... The maids just weren't enough... What you really wanted was a real friend... Someone to talk with, play with, laugh with, cry with... The list goes on... Your birthday was in a few days... But your mother would be gone before then... Out on business again... You were in your bedroom... Your mother enters, a small present in her hand... "Sweetie, mommy's sorry she can't stay for your birthday... But I still got you a present." She says giving you a hug, handing you the small gift... "I'm sorry sweetie, but I have to go..." She said, leaving the room... You wave gTiny As A Gift RP22 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Kirby profileFirst name: KirbyKirby profile12 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Middle name(s): Isaac, Astronominov
Alias: The Doc, Agent Supernova, Doc Evil, Kaabii-San
Age(physical): Kirby is 11 years old.
Age(mental): It is hard to decipher Kirby's mental age. He is a genius but however, he does have his childish moments. However, it could be that the "Childish" nature is only a mask to get along with others his age and truly acts more mature which explains constant grumpiness.
Age(actual): 11 years old in actuality.
Date of birth: May 4, 200X
Race: naturally born puff
Ingredients (in case of the OC being an experiment): Since Kirby was naturally born, there are no ingredients involved.
Current residence: Kirby lives at the southeasternmost part of Townsville's suburbs in a grand mansion that is hidden away from view by a silent and creepy forest.
Relationship status: Kirby is currently dating Emmaline, or MJ for short.
Social status: Kirby is a member of
Versus Episode I: The Maverick vs. The NegotiatorVersus Episode I: The Maverick vs. The Negotiator10 hours ago in Settings More Like This
The Battle of the Bearded Jedi Masters
Qui-Gon Jinn was born 60 years before The Battle of Naboo; however it is not specified where he was born. He was taken in to the Jedi Order as an infant and was trained under Jedi Master Dooku. Jinn was always regarded as an unconventional Maverick, due to his strong connection to the Living Force, which was focused on the needs of the moment and sensitivity to all living things, while simultaneously being aware of future consequences, unlike the Unifying Force, which was focused more on fulfilling a destiny. His preference for the Living Force over the Jedi Code usually put him at odds with the High Council. Despite his disagreements with his peers and superiors, Qui-Gon would quickly rise to Knighthood and Mastery, and take on several Jedi apprentices, including Feemor, Xanatos, and Obi-Wan Kenobi. After Xanatos’ fall to the Dark Side, Jinn would eventually take on Obi-Wan Ken
Character Profile: Ophir SilvaFull name: Ophir Roboto SilvaCharacter Profile: Ophir Silva10 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
occupation: Son of Terrence and Krista Riley, Vicki's big brother, Insurgency member
Birthday: April 4, 2032
appearance: HE has black hair, green eyes and wore black suit with blue lining, black gloves and shoe.
History: When the majestic Guardians was killed by Regime Superman and Terrence only have Krista Riley. Ophir was the first born which makes him the first Mechanical dragon halfa while VICKi is a normal girl. Terrence started training his son to become a stronger dragon halfa. when Ophir heard about Terrence was killed by Superman, he want revenge for killing his father. He trained hard and push himself to the limit so when he's strong enough, he'll personally stop Superman's reign and free everyone
Personality: He was cynical and anti-social since his father's death. he only talk to Vicki and his mother who care for them very much and also have feeling for Danielle Ortiz for helping out.
Eevee Bio: Bree.Name: Bree.Eevee Bio: Bree.12 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Appearance: Looks like a normal eevee, except for her mane, which is cream colored.
Personality: Kind and caring, Bree is the most likely to fight off a wild Pokemon to save someone. She lost her kits a few years ago, and works to prevent anyone that she can from losing their kids... or their life. A very kind pokemon.
Likes: Swallowing things, Playing, Protecting People, Humans, Kits.
Dislikes: Suffering, Pain, Destruction, Annoying people.
Able to do: Paw Play, Maw Play, and Safe |Oral Vore.
PMDU Team Seekers Written AppEXPLORERS GUILD: SeekersPMDU Team Seekers Written App18 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Date Joined: 18-12-2014
Current Funds: 0 St
-Characteristic: Highly curious
Gender: Male Age: 12
Ability: Quick Feet
Strength: 4 Agility: 2
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 2 +2
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Normal -> Charisma (ex. Dragon -> Strength)
-Characteristic: Thoroughly cunning
Gender: Female Age: 12
Strength: 2 Agility: 3
Intelligence: 3 +2 Charisma: 2
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Dark -> Intelligence
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
Sketch was excited to say the least. Today was the day he and
Marine101Marine1011 day ago in Profiles More Like This
Marine101 Arc 3: Wingdale Part 2
May 7, Wingdale 1800
Episode 2: Helping the Lieutenant out! In Flappers Court
Daniel got up already in Flappers Court ready for his missions, Lieutenant Silverstone needed some help out here cleaning this place up. This place was crawling with ravens about making things hectic, and I can tell you Lieutenant Silverstone had his days like this before. However for the time being once Daniel got there they can get to work, so when he arrived they got down to business quickly.
|Well Daniel I heard what you did back in Cardinal's Avenue, you did good however we still have work to do out here. Yes I'm Lieutenant Silverstone I wish I had more time to look over this place, however with Steel Jack around you don't have time to sit and wait for him to come. We need to get started on cleaning this place very well, first why don't you fight some ravens out here to start. Whatever you find could be helpful in clea
Glaceon Bio: Glace.Name: Glace.Glaceon Bio: Glace.12 hours ago in Profiles More Like This
Appearance: Normal Glaceon.
Personality: Normally cold and unfeeling, Glace doesn't really let anyone through to him. Oftentimes, he'll help smaller pokemon out of troubling situations, but will leave them there. It isn't easy getting through his cold exterior, but if you do, he's a great friend.
Likes: Unwilling Prey, Battling, The cold.
Dislikes: Heat, annoying pokemon, humans.
Able to do: Paw Play, Maw Play, and Safe |Oral Vore.
The Disrespectoids Christmas(It was a day before Christmas Eve and all over Pouchville Adults and Children were at Clearance sales and Senior Citizens were at prescription center for there Christmas prescription all the people of Pouchville were shopping all except the Disrespectoids who were at home thinking)The Disrespectoids Christmas15 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
The Disrespectoids (thinking): what does Christmas mean? we see a lot of people going Christmas shopping even Joanie and we keep seeing this historical Christmas setting Joan calls the nativity but we don't know, hold on we need a Christmas tree.
(Then Bobblehead Fred looks at Deltoid Donny)
Fred: go get the Christmas tree Donny *to Sousaphone Simon* Simon your going too
Simon: cow crud
(Donny and Simon are then seen at the Christmas tree farm look for a good Christmas tree for the other Disrespectoids)
Donny: if Joan was here, she'll know what tree we'll like
Simon: *deep sighs* she'll be back for Christmas her dog on boss made her go to San Jose, California for work and she said she'll be back before Chri
Quohbaan musicQuohbaanic Music usually consists of drums, harps, flutes, song, or anything that can produce a clean sound. Flutes and drums are however the most common instruments you would hear amongst quohbaans along with some singing. Harps and other string instruments are mostly used in times of celebration along with an instrument that the quohbaans call a "sukahyahnja" which is a type of wind based instrument that produces a lower tone flute noise, kind of like a less raspy trumpet.Quohbaan music17 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
UnLupeitledEse día parecía haber sido el peor. Caminaba de una punta de la habitación a la otra con la vista clavada en la nada y el pensamiento lejos. Muy lejos. Perdido en un lugar, en algo o alguien que detestaba. El ruido de sus tacones resonaba en el piso de madera.UnLupeitled22 hours ago in Sketches More Like This
Estaba... ¿Roto? No, claro que no. Lupe nunca se rompía, él no se quebraba. O al menos nadie le había visto quebrarse.
Pero no, no había sido tanto como para llegar a quebrarlo, quizá si a alterar su humor. Pero el cachorro no se doblegaba ante tal cosa.
Habían pasado diez minutos, y no tenía idea de por qué había pedido por su presencia o puede que existiera una mínima sospecha, pero allí estaba, esperando a que se dignara a aparecerse.
Inspiró y se sentó sobre el sillón victoriano en una esquina de la habitación, observando los detalles de sus aposentos. Todo era caprichosamente exquisito y cumplía con todo lo