It was a match made in heaven.
Or in hell.
Definitely depends on whether you're Sara or Light in this one.
Or in hell.
Definitely depends on whether you're Sara or Light in this one.
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STATUS: ...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit 7 yrs ago
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...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
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I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
7 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
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You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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Niyoki
Ah, what a joyful time was to come. The yokai couldn't do anything else but smirk satisfiedly as her new hostess quickly changed into a loyal servant. Yoki was not one to praise her other half often, but the idea of trying to fit back into the human world through this exchange program proved fruitless, and Noyi was the one to sow he seeds. And now that she sat like a queen in a throneroom with the previous queen-turned-slave kneeling and praising her as if she was the imperial savior, with a snarky yet interesting being to watch it unfold. It fed her ego like nothing else could, the joy of seeing this pathetic human grovel below her might in the presence of another complete stranger. She smirked again while placing her eyes onto her pet, before gently tilting her head.
Peering her eyes over at the blue-haired girl with a seductive glance, as if trying to trap her in her webs with just a gaze, she noted her apparent dislike for the situation. Now, any other person would try to accomodate and calm her antics down for her, but Yoki was not that person. In fact, she revered in it, this feeling of power she held over their hostess while showing the masochist's true side to someone far disinterested in it was like a high. Indeed, Yoki could get used to this.
Prying her eyes back to Sara with an appreciative nod at the offered pillow, gently placing it behind her back while kicking her slippers off her feet, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Her moment of delight was abruptly broken by the offered menu of drinks, an eyebrow raising with a gentle twitch of discontent, "No sake? Tssk, fuckin' idiot. You should've known I came today and prepared that days ago. Is this how you treat your Goddess?" She muttered in a rather annoyed tone. Sighing, she shook her head briefly before continuing again, "Well, a ditz like yourself is probably too busy whipping yourself to remember anything. Whatever, give me a beer. But in turn, I expect a marvelous lunch for both of us. And this footrub better be magnificent as well. Acually, give me a shoulder rub as well."
With her commands given, she turned her eyes over to Light once again with her coy smirk returning. An explorer was she? Nah, she seemed to be the energetic, spirited type.. kind of like Noyi, really. In fact her patterns seemed to be a good reminiscience of that loser, Yoki thought. "Hmmnh, explore? What's there to explore? The first day in a new place is always dedicated to said place. Settling down. Abuse the owners. Get things rolling."
@Archmage MC@Fabricant451
Ah, what a joyful time was to come. The yokai couldn't do anything else but smirk satisfiedly as her new hostess quickly changed into a loyal servant. Yoki was not one to praise her other half often, but the idea of trying to fit back into the human world through this exchange program proved fruitless, and Noyi was the one to sow he seeds. And now that she sat like a queen in a throneroom with the previous queen-turned-slave kneeling and praising her as if she was the imperial savior, with a snarky yet interesting being to watch it unfold. It fed her ego like nothing else could, the joy of seeing this pathetic human grovel below her might in the presence of another complete stranger. She smirked again while placing her eyes onto her pet, before gently tilting her head.
Peering her eyes over at the blue-haired girl with a seductive glance, as if trying to trap her in her webs with just a gaze, she noted her apparent dislike for the situation. Now, any other person would try to accomodate and calm her antics down for her, but Yoki was not that person. In fact, she revered in it, this feeling of power she held over their hostess while showing the masochist's true side to someone far disinterested in it was like a high. Indeed, Yoki could get used to this.
Prying her eyes back to Sara with an appreciative nod at the offered pillow, gently placing it behind her back while kicking her slippers off her feet, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Her moment of delight was abruptly broken by the offered menu of drinks, an eyebrow raising with a gentle twitch of discontent, "No sake? Tssk, fuckin' idiot. You should've known I came today and prepared that days ago. Is this how you treat your Goddess?" She muttered in a rather annoyed tone. Sighing, she shook her head briefly before continuing again, "Well, a ditz like yourself is probably too busy whipping yourself to remember anything. Whatever, give me a beer. But in turn, I expect a marvelous lunch for both of us. And this footrub better be magnificent as well. Acually, give me a shoulder rub as well."
With her commands given, she turned her eyes over to Light once again with her coy smirk returning. An explorer was she? Nah, she seemed to be the energetic, spirited type.. kind of like Noyi, really. In fact her patterns seemed to be a good reminiscience of that loser, Yoki thought. "Hmmnh, explore? What's there to explore? The first day in a new place is always dedicated to said place. Settling down. Abuse the owners. Get things rolling."
@Archmage MC@Fabricant451
Considering everyone is doing their own thing and is tagging people they're with I'm not seeing a major problem with the speed; it'd be different if everyone was all together. It's fairly easy to just focus on the stuff you're in. At least imo.
I agree. It's plenty fast enough because we're all really doing things as fast as we see fit.
Lots of yuri
Since I'm a dumbo, @Fabricant451 @Archmage MC I forgot to mention you two~
Niyoki
A soft snicker escaped the yokai's mouth while examining the host and her failed attempt at responding to Mr. Suitman, as Yoki dubbed him. Her eyes' judgmental, crude yet oddly mesmerizing gaze danced across Sara's blossomed face, as well as noting her pose. As if molded perfectly to be this yokai's little slave from birth, her masochistic tendencies were quite... obvious. That also means this sadistic bitch of a yokai could push her to the limits, she thought. Her trademark smirk appeared again.
Although Yoki was never the most interested in houses and furniture, well interior in general, she did pry an eye across the living area. Be it a gentle curiosity to her new home or, perhaps, a search for potential items to abuse a certain lazy homeowner, one could not know. The artsy stuff was Noyi's thing, not Yoki, and she just shruged at the sight. Well, it was in general a normal house.
Prying her eyes filled with mischief towards Light while her incredibly long, scarlet hair rose up in the air, a confident smirk on her lips. A stray lashed forward towards the void creature, only to gently and softly caress her cheek while softly muttering "Humm..." Retracting her hair afterwards, her middle finger and thumb crashing together, a soft snapping sound escaping. Her expression did not change, her body arching forward while her index finger raised up to her own lips. "Playthings...? Hmm~ I suppose Ms. Light could be my plaything~" She mused softly, her index finger entering her mouth before pulling out a stray of saliva, gently tapping it on the creature's forehead. Not soon after, her eyes dashed sideways to her new pet, her all too confident and foul smirk never fading from sight.
The sight of her new toy so flourished at her chosen words made her nod appreciatively, Indeed, pet. You will call me Goddess, and when Noyi's around you damn better call her a useless piece of shit. Quite similar to what you are, I'm sure. Introductions are done, verbal abuse is now greenlit for action. She did after all seem so turned on that it's only a matter of time before Sara needs to change both underwear and pants. Wouldn't surprise Yoki, after all.
Nodding in turn, she wrapped her hair around the arm of Light, gently pulling her along after Sara showed them in. Again her eyes lazily examined the area before settling on the couch, and before anything else she leaped down on it, laying across it with her arms wrapped behind her back and her legs crossed. Peering up at the two while she settled in to this new house as fast as a sexually frustrated cougar downtown would hit on the numerous boys, her smirk still lingering. "As for what I want... Lunch, perhaps some white bread and fried eggs, sunny side up, with tomato beans and bacon. I'd also like a cold drink, perhaps some good sake if you have that? If not you'll have to run out and buy it, of course. Afterwards, I'd like you to give me a footrub. Oh, ask ms. Light what she needs as well, you dumb bitch~"
A soft snicker escaped the yokai's mouth while examining the host and her failed attempt at responding to Mr. Suitman, as Yoki dubbed him. Her eyes' judgmental, crude yet oddly mesmerizing gaze danced across Sara's blossomed face, as well as noting her pose. As if molded perfectly to be this yokai's little slave from birth, her masochistic tendencies were quite... obvious. That also means this sadistic bitch of a yokai could push her to the limits, she thought. Her trademark smirk appeared again.
Although Yoki was never the most interested in houses and furniture, well interior in general, she did pry an eye across the living area. Be it a gentle curiosity to her new home or, perhaps, a search for potential items to abuse a certain lazy homeowner, one could not know. The artsy stuff was Noyi's thing, not Yoki, and she just shruged at the sight. Well, it was in general a normal house.
Prying her eyes filled with mischief towards Light while her incredibly long, scarlet hair rose up in the air, a confident smirk on her lips. A stray lashed forward towards the void creature, only to gently and softly caress her cheek while softly muttering "Humm..." Retracting her hair afterwards, her middle finger and thumb crashing together, a soft snapping sound escaping. Her expression did not change, her body arching forward while her index finger raised up to her own lips. "Playthings...? Hmm~ I suppose Ms. Light could be my plaything~" She mused softly, her index finger entering her mouth before pulling out a stray of saliva, gently tapping it on the creature's forehead. Not soon after, her eyes dashed sideways to her new pet, her all too confident and foul smirk never fading from sight.
The sight of her new toy so flourished at her chosen words made her nod appreciatively, Indeed, pet. You will call me Goddess, and when Noyi's around you damn better call her a useless piece of shit. Quite similar to what you are, I'm sure. Introductions are done, verbal abuse is now greenlit for action. She did after all seem so turned on that it's only a matter of time before Sara needs to change both underwear and pants. Wouldn't surprise Yoki, after all.
Nodding in turn, she wrapped her hair around the arm of Light, gently pulling her along after Sara showed them in. Again her eyes lazily examined the area before settling on the couch, and before anything else she leaped down on it, laying across it with her arms wrapped behind her back and her legs crossed. Peering up at the two while she settled in to this new house as fast as a sexually frustrated cougar downtown would hit on the numerous boys, her smirk still lingering. "As for what I want... Lunch, perhaps some white bread and fried eggs, sunny side up, with tomato beans and bacon. I'd also like a cold drink, perhaps some good sake if you have that? If not you'll have to run out and buy it, of course. Afterwards, I'd like you to give me a footrub. Oh, ask ms. Light what she needs as well, you dumb bitch~"
Maya Enilsdottir
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By herself, the blonde queen of ice and snow remained seated in silence while the other students rushed out of the train. A bag was resting in her lap, her arms wrapped around them while her eyes softly examined the students. For those that caught her chilling gaze, a mortified glimpse was given in turn, but Maya was not phased. She was all too familiar with this feeling of solitude. As if molded in the lands of Winter to be the epitomy of snow, beautiful, yet untouched. Unwanted. Such was her life, with all her old friends leaving her over time, and her time at this school has been, well, fruitless in friendship. She didn't mind that too much anymore, now her focus was purely on the knowledge and wisdom her teachers might bring.
As the trainhalls began emptying and the chatter of footsteps seemed to slow down and ease up, she finally took to her feet. Slowly and graciously she stepped out of the train, the 16 year old kept her rather neutral expression all-together. Her blue orbs gaced over, noting the large mass of students, or atleast the ones she could see given her modest height. She sighed softly. She hated crowds. Crowds are full of groups, all groups of friends. She did not hate friendship though, she was purely jealous. How come she was so distasteful to the other students? All she wants is to be apart of that crowd, chattering with friends while smiling. That, however, is not something for a daughter of a loanshark.
She looked away from the crowd as if seeking friendship in the solitary spaces of the fields instead, gently walking over to the closest tree while internally damning the concept of Spring and Summer. Kneeling down beneath it, utilizing her knees as rest for her upperbody while placing her bag down in front of her. Pulling out a clock from her sidepocket, she sighed again. "So long until the opening ceremony, huh."
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By herself, the blonde queen of ice and snow remained seated in silence while the other students rushed out of the train. A bag was resting in her lap, her arms wrapped around them while her eyes softly examined the students. For those that caught her chilling gaze, a mortified glimpse was given in turn, but Maya was not phased. She was all too familiar with this feeling of solitude. As if molded in the lands of Winter to be the epitomy of snow, beautiful, yet untouched. Unwanted. Such was her life, with all her old friends leaving her over time, and her time at this school has been, well, fruitless in friendship. She didn't mind that too much anymore, now her focus was purely on the knowledge and wisdom her teachers might bring.
As the trainhalls began emptying and the chatter of footsteps seemed to slow down and ease up, she finally took to her feet. Slowly and graciously she stepped out of the train, the 16 year old kept her rather neutral expression all-together. Her blue orbs gaced over, noting the large mass of students, or atleast the ones she could see given her modest height. She sighed softly. She hated crowds. Crowds are full of groups, all groups of friends. She did not hate friendship though, she was purely jealous. How come she was so distasteful to the other students? All she wants is to be apart of that crowd, chattering with friends while smiling. That, however, is not something for a daughter of a loanshark.
She looked away from the crowd as if seeking friendship in the solitary spaces of the fields instead, gently walking over to the closest tree while internally damning the concept of Spring and Summer. Kneeling down beneath it, utilizing her knees as rest for her upperbody while placing her bag down in front of her. Pulling out a clock from her sidepocket, she sighed again. "So long until the opening ceremony, huh."
I'll work on my post later tonight c:
Also, as for the designated rooming, I guess I'd prefer two-(wo)man rooms
Also, as for the designated rooming, I guess I'd prefer two-(wo)man rooms
So, will the IC be up soon?
Niyoki
The yokai proudly stepped through the unlocked door, the hair fluttering wildly about making her seem much similar to a mad scientist. Guiding both the being of the void and the agent through the door, noticing their apparent surprise with a smile. And once inside, she started to look around the room, her eyes driving up and down the walls, along the furniture and the floor. Well, it was quite obvious that it wasn't taken care of perfectly. Well, whatever, that's something she can help with. She flashed another smile to Light and the agent, their entry had been a success! Sort of.
The sound of footsteps echoed through, her ears perking up in excitement to see whom she was to live with moving forward. Tilting her head, her eyes almost preying, her body bending slightly forward while her arms stood out, making her seem similar to a scarlet velociraptor on the hunt. Her grin mischievous and her eyes searching as the footsteps came closer and closer. Was she playing around?
Finally the form made it's entrance, her eyes immediately inspecting the person in front of her while noticing her own studies of the group. Well, she wasn't sure if she should feel disappointed, but one thing was certain; This woman is more zombie than human. As if all life had been drained from her, as notified by the heavy bags under her eyes and her shabby clothing. Niyo fluttered her eyes lightly as the woman spoke up, and in utter confusion she simply tilted her body sideways while peering onto her. Rob? Niyo did not know that word. Tie her up? Niyo wouldn't do that. Why does she suddenly seem so full of life? Niyo was happy about that atleast.
The agent took the word before either Niyo or Light could speak up, a short cough followed by his echoing, manly voice, giving the suited man with his sunshades actually seem like a person and not just a pillar of black. "Miss Kimoto.. We're not here to rob you or... indulge in your perversions." He opened up. Seems like he was quite the people-knower, this one. "Do you not remember you applied to be a houseowner for demi-human beings, in our program to unite our species? That is why we are here." He shook his head, he was aware that this specific houseowner was... lazy and messy, but this was on another level. "Check the date. Either way, I'm just gonna drop these two off here, alright? This blue thing here is Light, a creature of the void. And this one is a yokai, Niyoki, more specifically a Futakuchi-Onna. Take good care of them. Bye."
How abrupt. He up and left afterwards, leaving Niyo blinking in even more confusion. She slowly turned back to the woman, offering a shy smile before nodding. "Watashi wa namae.... etto... wait... Engrish, yes yes. I is Niyo, ettooo... tomodachi yes?" She frowned lightly, she knew this was horrible English.. considering it was a mixture of Japanese and English. And suddenly, she began shaking her head rather violently as if fighting some possessive spirit, before stopping up, her expression all changed with a devious smirk on her lips. "Fuck that Noyi, I'm Yoki. You'll be my personal pet from now on, both of you." She said in perfect English. She grinned.
@Archmage MC@Fabricant451
The yokai proudly stepped through the unlocked door, the hair fluttering wildly about making her seem much similar to a mad scientist. Guiding both the being of the void and the agent through the door, noticing their apparent surprise with a smile. And once inside, she started to look around the room, her eyes driving up and down the walls, along the furniture and the floor. Well, it was quite obvious that it wasn't taken care of perfectly. Well, whatever, that's something she can help with. She flashed another smile to Light and the agent, their entry had been a success! Sort of.
The sound of footsteps echoed through, her ears perking up in excitement to see whom she was to live with moving forward. Tilting her head, her eyes almost preying, her body bending slightly forward while her arms stood out, making her seem similar to a scarlet velociraptor on the hunt. Her grin mischievous and her eyes searching as the footsteps came closer and closer. Was she playing around?
Finally the form made it's entrance, her eyes immediately inspecting the person in front of her while noticing her own studies of the group. Well, she wasn't sure if she should feel disappointed, but one thing was certain; This woman is more zombie than human. As if all life had been drained from her, as notified by the heavy bags under her eyes and her shabby clothing. Niyo fluttered her eyes lightly as the woman spoke up, and in utter confusion she simply tilted her body sideways while peering onto her. Rob? Niyo did not know that word. Tie her up? Niyo wouldn't do that. Why does she suddenly seem so full of life? Niyo was happy about that atleast.
The agent took the word before either Niyo or Light could speak up, a short cough followed by his echoing, manly voice, giving the suited man with his sunshades actually seem like a person and not just a pillar of black. "Miss Kimoto.. We're not here to rob you or... indulge in your perversions." He opened up. Seems like he was quite the people-knower, this one. "Do you not remember you applied to be a houseowner for demi-human beings, in our program to unite our species? That is why we are here." He shook his head, he was aware that this specific houseowner was... lazy and messy, but this was on another level. "Check the date. Either way, I'm just gonna drop these two off here, alright? This blue thing here is Light, a creature of the void. And this one is a yokai, Niyoki, more specifically a Futakuchi-Onna. Take good care of them. Bye."
How abrupt. He up and left afterwards, leaving Niyo blinking in even more confusion. She slowly turned back to the woman, offering a shy smile before nodding. "Watashi wa namae.... etto... wait... Engrish, yes yes. I is Niyo, ettooo... tomodachi yes?" She frowned lightly, she knew this was horrible English.. considering it was a mixture of Japanese and English. And suddenly, she began shaking her head rather violently as if fighting some possessive spirit, before stopping up, her expression all changed with a devious smirk on her lips. "Fuck that Noyi, I'm Yoki. You'll be my personal pet from now on, both of you." She said in perfect English. She grinned.
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