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8 yrs ago
I'm trying to be more active than I was before, so here's commenting on the Spam and other Misc. forums.
8 yrs ago
Oh boy I'm beat 😥
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Am I included? Probably 5-6 years. /o/;
*hot surfer dude very delish yumyum wait am I describing food or a person

Writing up my post. I shan't be distracted by anything now I swear OTL




You know, those blue orbs really reminded him of the marbles he used to collect as a kid. Avian smiled at the memory as they exited the mansion, flinching when the weathered main door shut close soon as he, the one on the very rear of the party, passed under the doorway. “Poor Midnight Man,” The dragoon whispered as he blended in with everyone, his hand rising on its own accord to hover over his heart. Getting stabbed and existing as a supernatural creature with the pain lingering in your body… Seriously, poor dude.

"You know what, you’re right. We turned a chaotic star into confetti. We fried a mushroom man, and we tamed a dragon. We've got them watching our backs too, we'll be alright."

“I’ll do my best,” Avian’s cheeks warmed under the boy’s blatant display of confidence and he found himself smiling at the humans. Cuties. He wanted to adopt all of them. If only Victoria would agree… And if they were all cute little toddlers! Or better yet… Chibis! Avian had heard the term from a human that came from a previous batch; she also explained what the term meant and even drew an example for him. The world would be a lot better if they were all chibis! “Why do I feel like we’re taking a field trip,” The soldier murmured out of the blue while the young’uns got fired up over the Queen’s ball.

"Queeny's ball doesn't sound so bad. Unless I have to wear a dress. If so, I'll take the free food and go. Whatever it is, let's just get these witches and get out. I say at least for the dragons." Ace said.

“Yeah, do it for the dragons!” Avian cheered. He sure as fudge was doing it for his majestic scaly nonprincess-napping friends! “Oh, sorry if I got enthusiastic. I grew up with dragons, if I’ll have you know, so um…” His bright violet eyes twinkled in amusement as the sentence trailed off.

“You give me back my drink this instant, Brandy! Where’s the beefcake when you need him to pummel someone…” Songbird crowed from his place behind the bunny and expressed his sulkiness by repeatedly tugging Brandy’s hand down. His feet were now cold thanks to the leather absorbing all the moisture on the path they trod, but the item hunter was already used to these sorts of inconveniences. “Why are we talking about boyfriends and girlfriends?” He quipped when snippets of the conversation reached earshot. Earlier they were talking about an alpaca hat but now…

Eh… "I don't mean to offend, but who else gets a strange feeling about Queen Delirium? She appears nice and everything, but something about her is just... Not right."

“Of course she-” Songbird’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open at Jasper’s words.

“What do you-” Avian, on the other hand, looked curious.

The white-haired nobody raised an eyebrow and made dramatic waving gestures with his hand, signaling the dragoon to go first. Martini quickly tried to comfort the albino.
Avian coughed lightly and then cast his eyes away. “Well her name is Delirium, that in itself is an oddity.”

“Your freaking name means bird. Bird Rider.”

“Well your name is Bird! Songbird!”

The item hunter stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at the dark-haired soldier, who gasped and then narrowed his eyes. The two nobodies ended up saying the same thing in the same annoying, mocking tone of voice:

“BUUUUUUUURD.” “BUUUUUUUURD.”

“A-anyway. Her Majesty should have sent professional help to us instead of you guys, to be honest. If you lot participated in the defense back then, all of you would’ve died! Although I have to say, all of you showed great tenacity throughout your mission. It’s inspiring,” Avian huffed out, his face almost as pink as Lesley’s hair from irritation at his earlier spat with Songbird, but his words were genuine enough. Apparently he still hasn’t gotten over the political misstep Delirium had done.

“Her butler’s a weirdo. He probably drinks the souls of nonbelievers for breakfast,” Songbird slurred cheerfully, raising his free hand in the air in a fist.
That first Nums pic was what I wanted to use actually trolololol everyone so excited for the hot man buns 8D

Imma go post
*throws confetti everywhere*

I'm still looking at my New Age Baby Name Book I'm such a nerd. e n e But yeah, asking that ^ too

I want the last guy's mask. It reminds me of Touka from Tokyo Ghoul.


Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala

“Okay, I think my eyes are okay now!” The virtuoso blinked twice before a joyous laugh rang throughout the entire hall. The hazy and dotted outline of a person swinging with one of the large chandeliers filled his vision and he immediately glanced at the railing. Was that person the one he heard earlier? The virtuoso inspected the edge of the balcony and the nearest chandelier in disbelief. He was able to cross that distance in one jump!?

“I have come today to announce to you all my next game! The next target of ambitions, and I grant you all the chance to try and stop me… if you can!” The Masked Phantom laughed. “Let us make this something exciting, shall we?”

“… This is bad. Let’s go regroup with the others,” Lute gritted his teeth and nodded at the Xandra. The two Guilders made their way past the clamoring partygoers, past the livid Tobias, and, by chance, met their friends at the head of the stairs where they all ran down together. They reached the others when the masked man declared his target, and Estelle looked absolutely incredulous at what was happening.

The villain also seemed smug about his upcoming heist. Both Lute and Delilah thought that a good face and a silver tongue was a prerequisite for being a criminal so you could schmooze your way out of a tight spot, so that was probably why that guy up there was so confident. “Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he could have his way,” Lute muttered, his eyes narrowing as the masked man disappeared. His familiar was of the opposite opinion.

But more importantly... Where did these feathers come from?
Looks like we got ourselves a new insult.

Anyways, writing a post!
Oh yeah, sorry!



Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala – 2F Balcony

Tobias was a snooty boobclump and Lute didn’t like him.

Both the virtuoso and the metallurgist wore the same straight-faced, tight-lipped expression as the man railed about the blackout, even going to far as to imply that he believed the Pride had something to do with it. When he finally walked away the Guilders shared a look and Lute nodded. There wasn’t anything else for them to do here, so he let go of the soundproof barrier surrounding the two of them before… Wait. “Do you hear that?” The virtuoso’s eyes were unfocused as he listened to a strange muffled sound emanating from different points in the adjacent room. Xandra seemed to notice it too, so when she tilted her head to look at something on the floor Lute followed suit and knelt down to inspect it, and that was when…

“Oh for the love of-!” Lute’s howls were an involuntary addition to the cacophony of screams and hysteria that was caused by the flashbangs. However, he regained his bearings and stayed still, gathering the noise from all around to check for any suspicious activity. The people in the adjacent room were panicking and several pairs of heels kept clacking against the floor, which made his tracking efforts more difficult than it should be. However, he picked up a trail- wait, it was gone- but there it was again! How fast could this creature be?! Lute ‘saw’ something move about, its steps faster and more precise than those of the crowd inside. However, a large mass crashed down and the noise it caused washed over the already elusive trail Lute was following, causing the virtuoso to scowl before trying again. Before the virtuoso could expend any more effort, the owner of the light feet had zipped past him and over the balcony but he was too disoriented to react.

Xandra tottered away from the virtuoso and he followed her in alarm. Lute managed to grab her arm before she tipped against the railing and then up too, feeling a teeny bit better now that the colors underneath his eyelids were starting to fade away. “Can you see what’s happening, miss Xandra?” The man wiped his eyes and blinked. “Because I can’t. I shouldn’t have knelt down, ugh,” Lute spat the last part out after squinting at the floor below. Looks like he was still out.
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