01. Find an image. It could be on your HD or online...whatever. Preferably one that you want to know someone's thoughts on (a fake bio, real bio, short drabble -- whatever the replier wants to do
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Did you do this on PURPOSE to try to get me to write something about him? *RPed him once or twice*
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The little boy yelled, struggling furiously as his sisters giggled and ganged up on him, bending over their baby brother and sitting on his arms to keep him still. "I won't let you! You can't make me! Let me go! I'll tell the Dark Magician on you! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
One of the sisters stuffed her gloved hand into his mouth. Vengefully, he bit down on her fist, trying to chew hard enough to make her let go. The other two sisters got down to work while their brother was incapacitated, working with the swift, steady motions of conspirators who had worked together many times before.
By the time they were done, their brother had tired himself out from struggling and fallen asleep. With triumphant smiles, they each gave him a kiss on the cheek before tiptoeing out, leaving their baby brother fast asleep on the floor -- with bright red nails.
XD No! I just was going through those images and it was either him or someone else... okay a few others. But, he just stood out, because he was one of the first cards I totally adored.
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XDDDDDDDD Oh gosh. That was GREAT!! omfg. I totally want someone to do a doodle or fanart or SOMETHING of that. Omfg. <33 *LOVE*
Kratos wasn't the type to just leap in the middle of danger for just anyone. Nor was he the type to express deep concern for others, but there he was doing just that.
Things had changed around him. More importantly, things had changed inside of him.
He ran and found that there was a chance he was falling far too late. Hair concealing the emotion in his eyes, Kratos ran and found that his body trembled in a way that he didn't understand. Still, he charged on and ignored each stumble he made as he hoped that it wasn't too late.
ihasdja;dj;hdg;ajd Brain. Blown. Oh, MIAOW. X-over with Batman.
The spikes of the Sennen Ring pressing into him. His body's weight on his forearms, and Bakura's weight too. Sweat, sticky and cool, adhering to his skin, making his sleeveless top cling to him.
Marik panted, open-mouthed, and felt Bakura's saliva on his chin. His own, running out of his mouth, the messy, open-mouthed kiss having gotten out of hand, turned into grinding and groping and finally ended up like this, with Marik on his back and the thief on top of him. Their eyes could barely stay open. Everything felt rushed, too-fast, and Marik breathed through an open mouth but still didn't get enough air.
They collapsed together, and Poison Ivy wound the vines of the plant around them, dragging them off. Even ancient magical spirits were no match for her sex pollen.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The little boy yelled, struggling furiously as his sisters giggled and ganged up on him, bending over their baby brother and sitting on his arms to keep him still. "I won't let you! You can't make me! Let me go! I'll tell the Dark Magician on you! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
One of the sisters stuffed her gloved hand into his mouth. Vengefully, he bit down on her fist, trying to chew hard enough to make her let go. The other two sisters got down to work while their brother was incapacitated, working with the swift, steady motions of conspirators who had worked together many times before.
By the time they were done, their brother had tired himself out from struggling and fallen asleep. With triumphant smiles, they each gave him a kiss on the cheek before tiptoeing out, leaving their baby brother fast asleep on the floor -- with bright red nails.
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XDDDDDDDD Oh gosh. That was GREAT!! omfg. I totally want someone to do a doodle or fanart or SOMETHING of that. Omfg. <33 *LOVE*
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Kratos wasn't the type to just leap in the middle of danger for just anyone. Nor was he the type to express deep concern for others, but there he was doing just that.
Things had changed around him. More importantly, things had changed inside of him.
He ran and found that there was a chance he was falling far too late. Hair concealing the emotion in his eyes, Kratos ran and found that his body trembled in a way that he didn't understand. Still, he charged on and ignored each stumble he made as he hoped that it wasn't too late.
Please don't be too late.
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The spikes of the Sennen Ring pressing into him. His body's weight on his forearms, and Bakura's weight too. Sweat, sticky and cool, adhering to his skin, making his sleeveless top cling to him.
Marik panted, open-mouthed, and felt Bakura's saliva on his chin. His own, running out of his mouth, the messy, open-mouthed kiss having gotten out of hand, turned into grinding and groping and finally ended up like this, with Marik on his back and the thief on top of him. Their eyes could barely stay open. Everything felt rushed, too-fast, and Marik breathed through an open mouth but still didn't get enough air.
They collapsed together, and Poison Ivy wound the vines of the plant around them, dragging them off. Even ancient magical spirits were no match for her sex pollen.
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