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_____________________________________________ F W B by C H I K A wb · ig · fb
	Boy, I spend my time daydreamin' about us I don't want your love, I just need your touch, yeah Yeah, I wanna feel but I ain't tryna trust Know you puts it down so I'm tryna give it up when you want it I can quench your thirst, babe Mean that in the worst way Make a nigga feel like it's his birthday I don't fuck around, I never slack But if you really want it then I gotta get it back Nobody gotta know 'bout it We can keep it extra tight Don't need my soul crowded Just my throne mounted, boy if only for the night Please don't get ahead of it I'm here for the benefits Roll it up and we can catch a vibe I just need a lover and a friend to pass the time A bed to crash tonight This ain't nothin' special, I came for that act right Got my spend the night bag, you know I always pack light Ain't no strings attached, my nigga, fuck it, I'll be that type Pull up inconspicuous make love like it's our last night, yeah Ain't no shame 'cause you got needs and so do I I'm ironically on time, you platonically inside And we'll forget this ever happened, unimportant by design 'Til you want another taste, give me the look, I know that sign Nobody gotta know 'bout it We can keep it extra tight Don't need my soul crowded Just my throne mounted, boy if only for the night Please don't get ahead of it I'm here for the benefits Roll it up and we can catch a vibe I just need a lover and a friend to pass the time A bed to crash tonight I ain't here for love, so promise

T H E R I V E R ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ᴱˣˡᵗ ˣ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿᴾʳᵒᵐˡˢᵉ

Adam turned back to the half burned building, waving a hand in the air in a general gesture at everything around them. "It's the uh... nature of this technology. Brain dives are risky for both parties although there's usually a measure of control for the one doing the dive. Plus, human brains are very... fluid." The building suddenly flickered out of existence, the destroyed AIDA unit with it. "Our brains are very much like a maze; It's confusing but there is structure. For a human however, it's more like trying to navigate an ocean and sometimes you have to do it during a storm and all that water leaks through. It's hard to control, even with this tech but it looks like you caught on pretty quick..."

He turned to Kefira again, this time regarding her with a smile and an expression like that of both intrigue and admiration. The woman was holding together extremely well despite having been thrust quite literally into the deep. Very little in the way of warning had been given to her and yet, she'd soldiered on with little more than a curious ask when something so private had been shared, even if only for a moment. "Kefira... You do not have to share but it'd be a lie if I said I wasn't curious." He nodded toward the building that wasn't there. "What memory was that?"

From somewhere else, Peter's voice drifted through on martian winds, muted every so slightly now but still easily recognizable and understood. "All commands are in, including 'Janx' which will cancel any commands he's following. Were there any other commands you wanted to add?"

What Are You Listening To?

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_____________________________________________ H A P P E N T O M E by B E N E E wb · ig · fb
	Hope I don't die inside a plane I'd like to die a better way And if I live to an old age I would have seen everything change I understand why people leave But leaving seems scary to me I think about these things too much My mind likes to wind itself up And I don't get a lot of sleep 'Cause what if they happen to me? 'Cause what if they happen to me? Yeah, what if they happen to me? What if my room burns down in flames? And I die in my sleep And never wake You say I shouldn't be this way But I don't think that I can change I think about these things too much My mind likes to wind itself up And I don't get a lot of sleep 'Cause what if they happen to me? 'Cause what if they happen to me? Yeah, what if they happen to me? I think about these things too much My mind likes to wind itself up And I don't get a lot of sleep 'Cause what if they happen to me?

Galarian Stories

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	______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________ __________________... in Motostoke at the Motostoke Stadium

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Thomas was somewhere else. Physically he'd been among the others, both on the field and now here in the lobby sending off the trainers of the larger crowds. But while he wore his usual smile and bright eyes and while he shared in the excitement and awe of every hand that passed through his, his mind was stuck on the two whose absence weighed curiously on everyone's mind. The chairman's weary dismissal did little to dissuade his worry.

Not only was Victoria not one to miss out on the festivities that were the season's open, Elijah was never the type to be late. The man had more structure to his life than a well built gift shop and if anything, it was Elijah who remained Thomas's gut check. As the smarter of the two and the one with much better habits than his own, Elijah often made sure Thomas wouldn't arrive late to important functions, even those he had no part in, or checked in to make sure Thomas wasn't trapped under his own clumsy mistakes. The sentiment extended also to Moira.

He glanced over to the Dragon type leader who was busy with her own dwindling crowd of admirers. The plate armor she often donned during her outings as her gym persona, who's attitude often mirrored her own, was a constant draw to enthralled children and the like. They'd timidly reach out and place their hands on it, gawking in amusement at the reflections they found in the polished steel and making faces back at themselves. The adults would awkwardly apologize while fetching their children away and the last few trainers would follow soon after, pushing past each other with trainer cards in hand looking for a signature. She seemed strong in it; Safe, and sometimes looking at her made him forget that they were all wearing masks for these people and it was a hard thing to know what they were really feeling. He had to wonder if she was as worried about Elijah and Victoria as he was... or if exhaustion from a long day and soon to be longer night was influencing his concern.

When the excitement finally died to a hum, and the other leaders had gathered to discuss dinner plans, Thomas pulled away and found Moira, inconspicuously drawing her attention.

"Hey. Did... did Elijah say anything to you about not showing up today?"

"Uh...No? No, he didn't tell me if he was busy or not. You?"

Thomas shook his head. "No... and that's what worries me. It's not like him to not show up and even less like him to 'no-show' and not say anything about it" As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and swiped to his messages. Past the first few contacts was Elijah with messages still unread. He opened the conversation and the last three texts he sent stared back at him:

He felt a thread poke him in the back of his neck and reached up to adjust his collar. Already not entirely comfortable in his jersey, the gradually worsening anxiety was only making it harder to ignore and more than anything now he wanted out of it. With no comfort to be found in his phone, no answers from Moira and a jersey stifling his air, he decided that a change would do him some good.

"I'm getting out of this.." Thomas told Moira, putting his phone away and turning to her again. "It's getting itchy. Uh... text me when they've decided where we're going." He started toward the lockers as he continued. "Oh! And you looked great today. Good job!" A nod at her armor and a warm smile was his final farewell, for now, before turning to enter the locker room. However, before he moved inside, embarrassment tugged at his memory and he found himself quickly turned around and headed in the opposite direction toward 'Lost and Found'.

Why Is No One Joining My RP (General Advice Thread)

"It doesn't matter what you do right. People will always remember the thing you did wrong."

The cool old man that is my father.

@rebornfan320 Getting ghosted sucks and not finding any interest in what you're about is equally terrible and I know that once you've tasted them and continue to do so again and again, it's hard to remember anything else.

I don't have the time to read through ten pages of back and forth. I'm sure it's all generally the same and I already know everyone here has tried to leave you with great advice. And maybe someone has already expressed this sentiment, but I'm sorry that you've experienced what you have while trying to RP and I'm more sorry we obviously cannot help you.

This hobby is really a beautiful thing and I hope somehow, whether through a lot of self reflection or a sudden turn of 'bad luck', you get to experience it the way the rest of us do. Till then, remember the quote and keep in mind that it works both ways.

T H E R I V E R ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ᴱˣˡᵗ ˣ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿᴾʳᵒᵐˡˢᵉ

_AD-4.M
^{PDC HQ · Holding Sublevel B2}

"Memories mostly. Although I'll admit a few years worth isn't much at all." Adam continued looking around the empty expanse, his back turned to her now. "Still important though... like all memories."

"Those bottom boxes are 'factory' in a way. I can't touch them but I can the rest, although... heh... I don't think we'll be needing all of them. The most important commands would have to be whatever you say to keep him in line. Maybe a few other personal ones whatever they may be. No more than a handful should do although it's entirely up to you and something like a 'self-destruct' works just fine. Backing up however... is not really possible. The data for rebuilding his body has already been stored but whatever he's learned is permanent. Everything he picks up whether by nature or edited, like so, is one way. Plus, as I said before, what we're looking at right now is very surface level. Everything beyond that... I mean it's data inside a real grown brain. It's science waaaay beyond me. Besides that, even if we could back him up, I would like to imagine the data as extremely dense and too much for any server to handle the transfer."

As Peter finished, the camera floating in the air began a low 'clicking' once more. After a short pause, the thin green line drew a bead to the uppermost and left most box and centered on it.

"We can edit in the 'self-destruct' command first with whatever phrase or word you want. Also, just in case you were thinking it... the self-destruct would take form in rapid brain cell death... not an actual explosion."

"Memories... but I don't recall this." Adam turned to Kefira and pointed toward a building standing alone and looking as if it had been engulfed in flames. A building that would look eerily familiar to the girl. "Is that you?"

Greetings! Candy Cane Service!

Fine. If I can't find the mysterious sender of this oh so delicious candy cane, soon as I'm home...

Chrustmas Elf and I 'bout to-

IM GOING TO FIND YOU! ^{Also thank you so much! I really really appreciate it you kind stranger you. :3}
___________NOW SHOW YOURSELF COWARD! D:<

T H E R I V E R ᶠᵉᵃᵗ ᴱˣˡᵗ ˣ ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉⁿᴾʳᵒᵐˡˢᵉ

_AD-4.M
^{PDC HQ · Holding Sublevel B2}

"It means I'm finally... here. Finally... ready to be whatever I need to be. And this..." Adam looked around and sterile white walls stared back. "...I'll be happy to see that sky again so yeah,... there's excitement." He nodded in agreement with himself as his eyes found Kefira's again, this time ignoring Peter in the background. There was no longer information there for him to pull from and it was clear whatever happened now was between himself and her.

This woman would own him and although there was an air of anxiousness to be connected, there was the smallest thought in the back of his head that itched at the edges of his mind. This was to be the last day he would truly be free to think and do and know that every action taken was on him. From this moment forward, he too was responsible for her.

"Baseline established."

"To think she could have me do anything."

"Connection secure."

^{"They said she was one of the good ones."}

"Opening neuro-link to base system. Initiating memory scan. Initiating ICLD."

^{"A lot of bad apples..."}

"C-can you hear me, Kefira?"

^{"But... I trust you're a good one."}

Adam kept his eyes on Kefira as the room around them fell away. The walls disappeared and the table separating the both of them sunk into a void below. Although gravity did not shift, the space around began to move at a blinding speed shoving the safety of that sterile room away and thrusting the both of them into a deep, heavy black. In that endless dark, specks of light blinked into existence far below and began rising up at and all around the both of them, passing at speeds that made it impossible to distinguish their size, what they were or even separate one source of light from the other. At the center of this light show appeared a different speck with a reddish hue. It approached slower than the rest but as it did, it's size expanded and continued to do so until it was clear the object was large enough to be unavoidable. Within a handful of seconds, this star turned to a spherical object and after more than a dozen, became a large ball of orange and red that Kefira and Adam were clearly about to collide with. Mars's beauty and magnificence at this distance was unmistakable and like a gigantic red flower, it opened its petals and pulled the two of them inside. As the edges of it's horizon became impossibly long and swallowed the rest of the dark space around them, they both hurtled through an unfamiliar atmosphere before, very quickly, finding their feet on the ground.

No dust was kicked during their landing.

"Well now I feel naked." Adam was standing now, and surprisingly... dressed. Black boots on the ground fed to pants that seemed surprisingly form fitting. It hugged him accentuating the muscles in his legs and climbed up and over a plain white shirt that was tucked in. Thin fabric did little to hide the rest of his physique and ended at his neckline with three buttons that held closed the v-neck cut. "Utopia Planitia. Of course."

Behind him where there had once been a plain wall was the endless expanse that was one of the larger flat craters of Mars. Numerous rocks sat as if perched upon the ground as opposed to being half buried in the dirt and around those rocks were a number of carved out indents or grooves. Next to Adam and hovering above the ground were a series of boxes.

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"Looks like you're inside me." He finally said to her with a small laugh and a smile. "I actually didn't know it would be this transparent but... welcome to my head."

"As he said, you're inside him which actually means a lot of things but the two most important is that in here... and just for right now, you can edit in some commands and you'll also be able to see into a lot of what makes him... him as opposed to it." Although Peter's voice was clear as day, he himself was nowhere to be found. However, where there was once a wall behind where he once stood was the same camera from before, now hovering six feet off the ground. Still producing the same green beam of thin light, it focused this laser on the center most box and waited.

"The commands you want are converted to code and are presented visually by the boxes here. Additionally the commands can be whatever you want. Of course he can think for himself but anything you put in here will override his other processes and he will attempt to execute that command as best he can. Anything from a simple word to make him stop moving to one that makes him fall unconscious. So... trigger word and resulting action. From there, I'll do the rest."

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_____________________________________________ V I O L E N T by C A R O L E S D A U G H T E R sc · ig · fb
	Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting Don’t make me run away out the back door I want my clothes back You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you I drive back to you Petals off of flowers, did you ever really love me? Now my nose is full with powder And I think that she’s still lovely, oh no She knows I’m a wreck I gave you all my trust then I told you just don’t break it I promise that I’ll clean up and maybe we can make up but no I think we’re both a mess Don’t make mе run away out the back door I want my clothes back you Say you miss me, so thеn I drive back to you I drive back to you Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting Don’t make me get violent I want my ring back, baby that’s a diamond You don’t listen anyways I’ll be quiet I don’t really feel like fighting

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