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>>8054
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>>8048
This is the inspiration for the area of blood ingestion: [YouTube] What They Don't Tell You About Vampires - D&D [Embed]
Specific timestamp: 13:36

Hmm, the only image I found depicting a vampire drinking from the inner thigh was very gay. Probably drawn by a woman since they like that stuff. At first, I included that, and I think I did that because I think that is interesting that they enjoy such drawings. But it's not really necessary. Just imagine a skinny dude leaving hickies along another dude's inner thigh, also anime, and now you know.
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Ruby's head lay between Madoka's thighs. Her cheeks flushed as they brushed against Madoka's velvet, pink-hued white panties. She shut her eyes almost as if on the verge of tears.

Ruby then felt a small tingling in her canines that since her embrace had gotten razor sharp. The tingling increased into something akin to an itch, that's when she felt them protrude both forward and down. Suddenly, they were fangs like that of a snake but thicker and curving inwards.

She panted against the thigh in front of her. Somehow she could sense the blood thump without hearing it and know where the fattest arteries where without seeing them. She lost herself for a moment as she hyper focused on the flesh before her. She shook her head and swallowed down her saliva. She looked up at Dame.

Madoka's pointer finger rested on her lower lip as she watched Ruby with half-lidded eyes. She gestured at her leg with that hand.

"Go ahead, my child," she said.

Ruby almost looked disappointed to be allowed to indulged in her desires. It didn't last. As she turned her gaze back to towards the leg, she took three rapid sniffs. She let out some more throaty pants as her mouth hung open and her tongue numbly fell out of it.

In her mind, she decided to do it but despite having never done it before, she inched closer in a smooth motion. She dragged her tongue in circle over a small patch of skin, moved her lower teeth next to it before collapsing her open mouth. She had intended to lower her fangs in controlled manner but her bite was more akin to that of a set-off bear trap.TL: Male bears pretending to be female. Heh. Heh. Heh, good one. ^^ Sorry, I couldn't stop myself, which is on par with theme of this story.

Madoka sat up and metaphorically crushed Ruby's head between her thighs. Madoka whined in pain as she grimaced.

Ruby's belly excused its owner's transgression with a rumble.

"Aww. I hope it's yummy. I ate like the humans I enjoy the most just for you," Madoka said in a loving tone.

Ruby's head bobbed back and forth as if she was pumping the blood out. It was something similar. She could only suck for so long before she need to take break, causing her to go from being glued to Madoka's body to pulling back but with her fangs still buried in her flesh.

In her feasting, she didn't register the small, soft fingers diving into her hair and caress her scalp.

As Madoka petted her pet, she wore a gentle smile but one could see that she strained herself to pull it off.

"Ahh-mmh, happy. You have mama's teeth. Hee hee... Ahh..." Madoka groaned out.

>>8058
"Ruby, please come ba-" Madoka began but was cut off.

"No." Ruby said harshly.

Madoka felt frustration bubble up in her chest but she exhaled and forced herself to calm down. Ruby had agreed to meet her again after she'd ran away from home.

She thought back to her own sire, four-hundred-eighty-seven years ago, or was it four-hundred-seventy-eight? She had listened to her Sire then, hadn't she? Maybe not, she remembered them fighting, but she didn't leave the nest for about a century. But then again, when they broke apart, they did so on bad terms as that was also the last time they had seen each other. Madoka knew where she lived and she probably knew where Madoka lived. They had both, silently, agreed to put continents between each other.

Madoka remembered her and Ruby's last conversation. How it had ended with her pulling rank. Telling Ruby that she had a half-millennia of life experiences and that she knew best. She still felt that way. Of course, she was right, however, Ruby wanted reasons and now that Madoka thought about it that made sense...

Ruby could only trust the things she could see and seeing in this case included things like the logic behind her actions and she also couldn't see Madoka's long history, since she didn't know it, only that it existed.

She knew what she wanted to say now because she knew what she feared: That Ruby and she would fallout as she and her old Sire had. Should she tell her this fear or would Ruby use it as leverage going forward?

"Tch," Ruby clicked with her tongue and turned around before sitting up on the brick railing of the building's roof. "You wanted to talk. Talk."

They were high up and if Ruby hadn't been a vampire, Madoka would have worried about where her child sat but heights like these ceased to be dangerous when one had their aura released, especially for vampires.

A breeze carried one of her pink pigtail over her face and Madoka pulled it away but didn't release it and instead started to twiddled it between her fingers. She sat on a chimney so her knees were level with Ruby's face but there was about a dinner table's length in distance between them. Her head hung forward as she decided to peer up at Ruby.

Ruby was usually sunshine and rainbows but she could have a cold edge to her when something or someone had hurt her.

"I'm sorry," Madoka started with what she felt was most important.

"Okay. Of what? That you turned me into a monster or because you work with monsters," Ruby exclaimed in a rapid and violent stream of words.

Madoka balled her left hand into a fist and squeezed her thumb as her mouth stretched outwards but remained a thin, horizontal line. But then she recovered and spoke with a steady voice.

"You don't- It's how the underworld works." Madoka sighed as her face displayed despondent sorrow. "We have very few allies and I... I can't risk your safety over... Others."

"Babies. They had babies in the backroom. They..." Ruby hugged herself as she looked like she was about to topple over. Madoka jumped off her chimney but Ruby had already leaned back by then. Her fangs protruded out and her pupils compressed into slits. Then a look of horror crossed her face. She looked up at Madoka.

"Did you..?" Ruby asked.

"Me?" Madoka gestured with both hands towards her chest.
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>Be Anonfilly.
>You pass some brushes and suddenly, you're greeted by the splendid sight of a rundown but massive castle.
>You're in a deadly forest with nothing but trees as far as you have traveled, what's this?
>You fall on your rump.
>You're exhausted to the point that moving your limbs felt as if you swam through clay, yet you felt euphoric energy pulling at you, causing you to jump up on your hooves to do a little scoot, all acute, shoot your censored, on her snoot.
>From all the craziness you have encounter so far since arriving in this world and being re-borned into the body of queer looking equine, any form of shelter and potential protection from both the wind and creatures that lurked forest was beyond welcomed at this point.
>At this point, you'd sell this filly body for food and warm, safe (the predators had made your priorities safety above all else) bed to snuggle in.
>You been here for about a month if you're math was correct.
>Keeping track of that while escaping a murder of faggots or whatever the correct terminology was for the pack of wooden wolves roaming the forest was, hiding from a manticore in a hollowI have never seen this in real life but they exist in all the movies. log buried under the form of said beast, using your quick wits to avoid petrification by a tiny amalgamation of lizard-people mixed with kfc chicken through threatening their live in order to have them return your, back then, stoned limbs into flesh again,
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Apparently I can't both send an oekaki drawing and file its one or the other, which is fine. Here's the images I intended to include as well tho.

She rolled out, swung on her heel, and fired off two blasts in the direction she came from.

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With each step of her hooves, Velvet swayed her rear. Her pussy peeked out sometimes between her tail and ass cheeks. It was bent upwards like some kinda pocket and it's lips parted like it spoke.

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Okay, so to become a substance writer, first of we need to define what it is. Substance writer to me is a writer that understands that they have limited time and in their view, what is important is the substance not presentation aka the writing. There are obviously things in between these states, however, the point that substance is what people read a story for so on some level thinking about the story and how to write it.

Yeah, this definition sucks. Hm, a substance writer focuses their limited time to create the ideas for the story while just keeping the bare minimum in quality for the presentation or the writing of the story.

As you can figure, I came up with the concept of a substance writer and it is what I desire to be. I wish to focus mostly on what I write not how I do it.

So let's first establish what the bare minimum in writing is like while still keeping the substance. First off, descriptions should be simple and straight forward. For example, it's perfectly fine to list off the articles of clothing a character wears instead of incorporating actions along with description of an clothing article. Here's an example of what I mean:

Fancy:
The azure feather in her sun hat bobbed up and down as she danced.
Easy:
She wore a sun hat with a azure feather in it.

Another way to make writing less of a headache to is to ignore the rule: "Don't use to-be verbs." Example:

Fancy:
She kneaded her knuckles while keeping her arms glued to her body.
Easy:
She was freezing.

Use more summaries. You have planned scenes that you like and have thought out. Jump from one to the other by summing up the content between them, instead of using implication of time. Example:

Fancy:
In the sink, a big fluffy cloud of foam lay sputtering while gleaming-clean dishes filled the rack.
Easy:
They had finished the dishes.

Obviously, I can still do this and I kinda wanna do this but the problem is that doing both distracts me from where I'm taking a story and kinda make me focus my attention on the trees rather than the forest.

>>8082
Actually, I just re-posted that Ikigai img since I recently saw it when I was digging around on /ub/. I haven't digested it yet, so I don't know what I think, then again, why do I feel the need to clarify? Am I a celebrity that with droves of fans hanging on my every word? No. So idk.

>>8083
>I haven't digested it yet, so I don't know what I think
Agreed, it's an interesting conceptualization that one really will have to sit down and make personalized lists and apply specific values to the fields. Thought provoking, thats for sure.

"'There's nothing to fear,' they said and then laughed at him for feeling insecure."

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Vampire bites.

Vampire is chased.

Vampire caught up to and fought.

Yang recognize Ruby as the vampire.

Ruby dove into the man's neck. Her fangs burrowed like a worm in soft earth into the man's skin.

She sucked up the blood through her fangs, however, they weren't pipes. She sucked up the blood through her mouth. The backside of her fangs had thin runnels so when she sucked, the blood squirt out on her tongue.

The man yelled, at first, but then the noise coming out of his mouth turned strained. He brought up a hand to his forehead. The world spun before him but it didn't hurt. It felt pleasant, like falling asleep in warm car while it drives through none-stop fog.

"Let go of him!" a feminine voice boomed from above.

There was something in the booming of the voice, like the scratch of a record player, that Ruby picked up on but didn't know what to make of.

With a plop, Ruby pulled away from the neck of her prey. On the gas station's rooftop stood a redhead, she wore a white blouse and a green skirt, however, despite this she held a sword. The sword seem intricately mechanical.

Is she a huntress? Probably, a huntress-in-training, Ruby thought. Is she alone? Then I should... Scare her off.

Ruby sent the freckled newcomer a glare. Dull pieces of red flickered to, around her and the rays of nearby windows and streetlamps were ripped apart by dark hands with erratic hairs. It sounded as if she had open a gate to a world where snoring giant lay but it was really just Ruby's stomach growling for blood.

Ruby could feel a hand of ice grab her heart as she couldn't sense any fear from her opponent. Usually, her intimidation tactic worked.

She forced herself to meet the other's gaze. Not good. Neither was Ruby's reaction as she flinched upon seeing those determined eyes.

Is she that tough?

There was something else disturbing Ruby with this one. She realized there was something missing to her that was always present when she was near humans: There pulse.

She took a gamble and close her eyes even before her opponent. She listened intently but could not detect anything. Not a single thump.

Her mouth was open and she blinked a few times.

"Who are you? You have no heart?" Ruby asked and fixed the ginger with a discerning look.

This time, the girl reacted with fear, Ruby saw it one her face, but no accompanying rapid footfalls of the heart.

She flipped backwards and landed with a slide. As boots grind against the roof, Ruby went almost down on one knee to ease the impact of her jump on her joints. She slide so far that the roof's ledge tripped her over it as her calf smacked into it. But she was ready for it. As her body rotated around the ledge on her away down the building, her crumbled into piece like some too dry baked goods. Each piece, a bat that took flight with a tiny skree. The sound of a hundred belts being whipped against bottoms erupted from where she previously had been one, instead of the spread out consciousness she was now. All of a sudden, she saw the building from multiple perspectives at the same time. It was a strange experience. She had a much wider range of sight with all the extra eyes and objects became see-through-able, similar to how covering one eye enables you to "see through" it. Yet, it was hard to focus her attention on one thing. She had to turn all of her bat selves to look at one specific point at the same time. In fact, it was impossible which is why she almost tried to ignore the other bat visions she got. Regardless, she couldn't this passed five minutes before getting a ramping migraine.

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Vampire powers. What powers do Madoka have and which do Ruby inherit? Do they change when transferred to Ruby since she is different, or rather do they express themselves in different way?

What is interesting? Well, I like the idea that since her semblance in the show is speed and turning into a cloud of rose petals that she'd keep that but turn does rose petals into tiny bats. Maybe it could be just darkness as well. Point is that she is fast.

Is that the key? Since this universe has semblances, individual superpowers, that I'd adapt their powers to simply be edgier version of them?

I like the idea of having the embrace be somewhat connected to the release of one's soul as we see done in the series. So you release people souls and them they manifest their aura. Aura is basically a body-slim-fit force-field that empowers and protect it's owner. So the idea is that there's an inversion of the aura or a different manifestation of the soul.

I like the idea that people who had their soul released in some manner can no longer change from whatever state their soul is now in. A vampire cannot embrace a huntress for example since they have released souls. Their type of soul manifestation has already been done. It can no longer be changed sort of deal.

I also thought that maybe it would be better to call them witches. hmmm.

Also madoka's powers would be more motherly like her witch form kinda is in her show. hmm

Also, Ruby's power could be a murder of crows since that a pretty cool name for a flock of birbs.

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She stood in the shadowed alleyway, which darkness she had empowered to the point of blackness. She watched three out of four members of the team BXPS. "The girl with no pulse," as Ruby had decided to call her wasn't with them. The white one knelt before the drained body of her victim. Her hand on the man's, now ghost pale, neck with the only exception of pair pinpricks of red.

"He's dead," the white one said while trying to keep her breathing steady.

"Can you tell he died recent-" asked the black one before she was cut off by the crunch metal and a pained yell.

"Arrrrgh! Again and again, he gets away with it!" Yang kick the sole of her feet so hard into a nearby trashcan that it buckled in on itself and both the lid and its garbage flew out as if fire by canon. "Why are we always too late?"

The white one waved her hand in a circle and a glyph formed in the air above the party; like a parasol, it protected them from the rain of filth and trash from the smashed trashcan.

The white one turned and glared at the yello... Her sister Yang Xiao Long.

"So what? It's my fault now? Oh, I'm sorry. 'I shouldn't have figured out his feeding pattern in the first place,' is that what you want to hear?" The white one asked in a sarcastic and frustrated voice.

Yang looked up into the cloudy night sky while baring her whites.

"No. Of course not. I'm just so tired of this."

"So am I but what can I do? I'm trying." The white one stomped her foot and threw her arms downwards.

Yang pulled her face closer to her.

"I'm not putting this on you-"

"Okay! That's enough! Break up. Break up," said the black one as she moved in between them gently pushed them apart with her hands.

They separated but not without giving each other a glare before turning their backs on each other.

The black one put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath.

Then she randomly looked around and her gaze froze upon noticing Ruby in the dark.

Wait, you see me? How? Ruby thought as her eyes widen.

The black one squinted at her. Ruby quickly brought up a hand to cover he bloodied chin and mouth but too late. The black one took a step back as kept her eyes fixed on Ruby but she slapped Yang to grab her attention.

"What, Blake?" asked Yang, still in a sour tone but her anger deflated as she noticed the frighten expression on her teammate.

>>8093
This reminds me of the rule to imagine myself in the scenes in the shoes of the characters. So let's do just that. How do I imagine that I would feel and think and behave if I was:
Weiss: She is a bit of a perfectionist so if I imagine myself when I feel like I have failed but in this context it's not actually a big deal. I would be frustrated at myself and others and want some way to change so I don't make whatever mistake again sort of deal.
Blake: Has strong opinions but is quiet and can be troubled with confrontations. So... She understands since she is engaged in this trouble through white fang. She feels a lot of responsibility so she's kinda perfectionist too but not applied in the same manner. One is more directed towards upholding and image while the other is more about stopping people who are doing the same mistakes she did. She feels like she's the only one who can or should fix? How would I feel? I made a mistake and now there's a group of people doing the same mistake. Would I feel obligated to fix it?
Maybe, if it's an ideological view that was the mistake, I'd know how these people think and I know better than anyone how to convert them away from that point of view. Hmm. Blake might be a deeper character than I gave credit for, not that I dismissed her though.
Yang: Her view depends on whether or not Ruby was taken by vampires or not, like she has heard that is not what actually happened. Or, could there be an alternative? That she, due to all the misery she seen, has gotten a bit of a hero complex, sort of? How would I react to the world if, I had short-temper and all my family members, essentially, had died do to monsters and I was capable of fight those monsters?
She's young so she hides her weaknesses also known as insecure? Maybe she identify with the avenger trope in fiction or perhaps she finds the idea of comparing this real pain to fiction disgusting. Kinda, like you're not taking it seriously. Perhaps she's more mature due to having faced such hardships?
How would I feel?
Angry at the world (or, rather God) for punishing me when I haven't even done anything wrong that warranted this. I would hate myself for not telling them things. Things that I will come up with as time moves on. That I imagine would have change something or that I imagine would be
Ruby:
Here.
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Anyway, Only Blake can see Ruby in the darkness of the shadow since faunas has darkvision.

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Cuz I gotta small waist, pretty face, and a big bank.~ Played the radio as Twilight Velvet, the mother and milf of Twiggles.

Velvet was recording a vid for you, Anonymous, and so with each lyric she mouthed along to, she did a dance move. For the first line, she stood up on her hind legs and put her free hooves next to her toned stomach. She fell back on all fours before the next lyric and to that she moved her head forward so that her face was the only thing in frame and scrunched her muzzle dumbly and cutely, aka, derpily. Next she swung around one-hundred-and-eighty degrees as if her rear was a bat and she was swinging for the home run. She kept her tail, that looked so soft it lived up to her namesake of velvet, and moved it into her ass crack, between the two mounds of flesh, as if it were a tong. She swayed them one way and then the next. As she shook her hips, her rump cheeks lagged behind till they came to apex of the swing were they overextended in that direction before swinging back again. These fellas were heavy.

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"Heracross," Kryz murmured and lightly tapped the side of one of the six pokéballs fasten around her belt.

It exploded as a beam white light poured onto the battlefield from it. Eventually the light subsided and out from this shower of light stood a human-sized, if that human was a professional basketball player, blue bug, standing on it's back legs and with giant horn protruding out of its head, giving it some extra few feet in height. It had four limbs and its body looked like it was encapsulated in an exoskeleton, cylindrical shell that wasn't hard to imagine was hard as old full plate armor.

Kryz hovered her hand above its head and the big blue bug moved into the hand and used it to caress it's hard scalp. The two door sized shields that covered it's transparent insect wings moved out of the way and the bug buzzed those wings so fast they became a blur. It gave a off a content bizzz and used it's claws on its feet to clutch the ground as not to take off and only slightly stretch toward the sky.

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Maybe Kryz relationship with heracross should be different from the kindness she shows to other pokémon or maybe not, not kind, but a different relationship with each pokémon since they are different creatures so they need to be approach in different ways?

Maybe, if she has a pseudo legendary, that one likes her the most, since she took care of it when it was pathetically weak and now it's loyal, compared to Heracross that has only one state and was strong to being with.

Another potential idea is that different pokémon types. Dragons are decribed to be hard to master due to their extreme power.

Hmmm, maybe a list?

Dark: Are selfish. (and sadistic? Probably just selfish so sadism is for poison.)"Good men die, I choose to live."
Poison: Sadistic or depression. I think depression (and corruption?!)
Dragon: Ego, but less survivalist like I imagine dark but more pride and (honor?) potentially both or a mix of them.
Ghost: Sardonic or sarcastic.
Fire: Destruction???? Anger!! yes.
Grass: Controll and slow. Patience.
Water:
Fairy: Kindhearted. Alturristic.

Btw, I'm just brainstorming and writing out scenes here and there. Don't think too much about it. I'm just Nigeling here for my own sake, to see what I can come up with. The questions in these posts are mainly asked to myself.

>>8095
Curious that you're wont to refer to basic/standard creative processes as "Nigeling". Brainstorming, Story-boarding, etc would have been as applicable and more credible

Madoka ran fast with Kyoko on her, riding piggyback style. She ran along the edge of the lake, nearing the speed of cheetah. People either jumped out of the way but most didn't. The fact that girl ran in that high speed meant they couldn't really grasp what they were seeing fast enough to dodge out of the way. Instead it was up to Madoka to use her Ukaku ghoul agility to move out of the way of the incoming obstacles.

She took a turn and sprinted into an area for outdoor dining. There were a few people eating lunch there that immediately noticed her sprinting in with incredible speed. She tipped off Kyoko's unconscious body onto an empty table. Kyoko had large gashes over her body and her clothes were soaked in blood.

Madoka inhale to the point that her chest expands like a bag-pipe before bringing her mouth next to Kyoko's. She released it all into Kyoko's waiting maw. Once she was done, she moved so she sat on her knees next to her body. She began to hum along to the song "Stayin' Alive" as she pumped Kyoko's chest along to the rhythm of that song, like she learned during her time as school nurse help.

This action did not go unnoticed by her surrounding. Some gasp, some stood up and walked over, and others just froze still not really believing this was happening. One of the people that walked up to her, was a man and other was a woman.

"Have you called, 119?" he asked before he, even had run up to her table.

Madoka thought about it for a moment but decided that there was no way to reject their help without looking suspicous. Of course, she could say that she already had called the that emergency line but then again, maybe medical help could be received if they didn't know that both her and Kyoko were ghouls. The CCG was already on her tail, what did she have to lose? Then again, perhaps if the man described their looks then the emergency line would probably be able to cross reference their appearance with the fugitives the CCG were currently chasing. Just be telling them the location would be enough for them to assume that this incident had something to do with the ghoul hunt in the area. However, it was also possible that that information hadn't reach them yet since it was still fresh out from the oven.

"No, called them!" she said back without losing focus on the melody of Stayin' Alive.

The woman that had ran up to her walked up close and scanned Kyoko's body quickly with her eyes.

"I'm a nurse. I can take over when if need be, you're doing fine honey. What happened?" asked the woman.

Again, Madoka didn't know what to tell the woman. She couldn't really tell her what happened but if this woman truly was a nurse, she wanted to utilize her knowledge to save Kyoko. She would tell her just enough for her to help her but no more than that.

"She's been slashed. And lost a lot of blood. I can't feel her pulse," Madoka said and took a deep breath ready to inflate Kyoko's lungs again.

>>8097
>Curious that you're wont to refer to basic/standard creative processes as "Nigeling".
I think I just worried that someone might feel, idk. But it is as you say and further more, I this thread is kinda for brainstorming and meandering texts.
I think I just didn't want to act like Nigel did but I think the difference here is that, this is a thread dedicated specifically for this purpose. I think I was also trying to be a bit self-deprecating, kinda of. It's hard knowing exactly why I do things.

She sat on her rump on the ledge along her feet, which caused her legs to fold to such a degree that it looked beyond uncomfortable. She moved the red candy orb of her lollipop from her left cheek to the other with her tongue. The gust of wind made her curly ginger, neck-length hair wave tiredly in the air. She looked down the chasm that lay between buildings with unimpressed half-lidded eyes.

The full moon illuminated the many clouds drifting passed it. This caused the rooftops during this evening to, sometimes light up in silver-blue light before suddenly being plunged in darkness were the street lights and the lights exiting homes through windows suddenly made themselves known yet again.

She brought down her hands to the ledge she sat on and put the palms on it and then let the fingers grip it over its edge. She flexed her arms and made then static like steel beams before leaning forward on them. She then lifted her legs and crotch up slowly. Her legs traveled around three quarters of a circle about her body and then she stood their on a skyscrapers ledge on her hands with her body arched like 'C' and legs pointing forward like a scorpion tail.

Her face grimaced as she pushed off even further, turning her body almost into an 'O' as she stretched out her crocodile-back-like abs. With closed eyes, she opened her mouth into silent 'arghh' as she felt the invisible man with rough, plate-sized hands grab her stomach muscles like dough for bread before pulling it apart.

Being tired of being here for no reason she let her lower body, that now was her upper body if you think about it, slowly guide her over the ledge with its body weight. She tipped over and fell feet first.

The sound of wind rushing passed her hit her ears. Her two layers of skirts, the outer-one was red and rigid in its shape, while the white skirt underneath was could be squashed into a ball in ones hands, both inverted themselves and flew up around her stomach. The white shirt she wore had instantly, upon feeling the rush of wind, climbed up to her armpits and the small hole that was her belly button was on full display.

Qrow closed the door behind him after he left Ruby's room. While not happy and despite everything that happened at Beacon, he was glad, even if it was bit selfish, that at least everyone he knew and cared out made it out okay. Well, Yang lost her arm but she lived, unlike many others.

Qrow scratched his stubble before dragging a hand through his short black hair and then proceeding to scratch his neck instead.

Though he realized in his bleak musings, that he wasn't being honest with himself. He had essentially sprinted through Vale in search of Ruby and in the end carried her out from a half-ruined tower. Only when he and Ruby had arrived home in Patch and it was clear the attack was over, had he started breath again and let his posture fall back into its normal slouched mode.

He fingered his metallic container in his inner pocket briefly but stopped. He made sure to walk down the squared stairway and getting some distance between him and Ruby. She didn't like that he drank so much and he didn't want to drink around her either. Part of it was because he felt shame for over his over-consumption but most of it was a fear, that while drunk his tongue would slip and he devolved secrets that he buried deeper than any of the state-secrets he sworn to never speak of.

After getting down to the next floor, he pulled up his container. Right as he was taking his victory swig, however, someone spoke.

"Heh, at least some things never change," said a familiar and friendly voice.

A blonde man with a bright smile and rough knuckles entered through an adjacent doorway. Qrow sliently chuckled at the man's comment.

He was about to continue his swig to give him some time to come up with a comeback, yeah, that was totally the reason. However, he was interrupted by the blonde man pulling him into bearhug.

It was awkward. They had been friend for almost twenty years, yet they had never hugged. Qrow didn't know what to do. But the earnestly of the hug he was receiving made him slowly embrace the man back. But why?

After a while Qrow broke off the hug.

"Okay, okay. Tai, what brought this on, you never this... Uh... It's almost like I was close to die or something. Is this your way of saying I got no skills as a Huntsman?" Qrow said with as much of a playful tone in his voice he could muster. He hated receiving affection from people, especially from Tai.

Tai smiled, took some steps up the stairs, turned around, and leaned his back onto the railing.

Qrow saw something then, something that always made his blood freeze, his friend's never ending, beaming smile falter. Qrow's eyes grew as he saw something he never seen on the man who carried his heart on his sleeves, attempting at trying to fake a smile. It came off as a strained grimace.

Tai most have seen on Qrow's face that his attempts were failing him so Tai stopped trying. The cheerful energy that was there from a moment ago, was gone. Instead there was some kind of mix between frustration and pity on his face if Qrow could read him right.

Tai crossed his arms.

A sad smile of mirth came to Tai before he spoke, "You know, I'm getting scared your gonna adopt my Ruby with all these father-daughter bonding conversation you to get up to."

Qrow felt arctic waters being pump into his heart at that sentence but he manged to smile and look Tai in the eyes.

"Yeah, well when you have taught a kid everything she knows about fighting, then it's only natural that..." Qrow said but trailed off.

It was Tai's look that made him stop. It looked... Knowing.

Qrow cursed himself for stopping so he quickly picked it up again.

"That you get attached to the little squirt. Heh heh, you know." Qrow finished and looked away as he stabilized his mood with a drink.

He feared the worst. He fear what Tai's next words were gonna be but what he hadn't realized was that nothing was way more horrific than something. Qrow held his gaze forward, since they both stood and leaned against the stairs' railing, looking forward was not at Tai, who stood up a few steps to his left.

In the end Qrow slowly turned his head towards Tai. It took him so much willpower that you'd think his head was plodding through snow.

Tai's face was neutral. Or, it rather it seemed blanked but on closer inspection, it held subtle clues of the two emotions anger and pity. It seemed like they fluctuated in real-time over his face. There was also that knowing look, that forced an almost airless, gasp out of Qrow.

Qrow wanted to say something to change the topic. To turn around and leave this place. Curiosity stayed him though. Had Tai really figured it out? Now, or had always known?

But time dragged on. And the two just stared in each others eyes. Qrow began to tremble. And his gaze eventually flicker off Tai to the ground.

Tai knew.

Qrow grabbed the railing to support his weight like a walking stick as he felt weakness like poison seep into his knees. With his head hanging and his gaze on his feet, he stated in weak voice, "You know."

"Know? Know what Qrow? Is there something I should know? Should Ruby know it as well?" Tai asked.

Revenant grabbed one of Scarlet's horns and shook her around as if she weigh nothing. Scarlet screamed in fear and pain.

This put Lumi in stupor. Seeing both Jade and Jin down and their best fighter Scarlet overpowered.

Scarlet's red aura lit up around her body like skin tight transparent suit of neon red light. Revenant took her bare and free hand and pinches the aura. She pulled and string of red light followed.

She rotated Scarlet's head so that she looked straight at Revenant's right hand. Scarlet looked at the strange red string that came from her in puzzlement. Usually, aura wasn't so malleable.

Then Revenant snapped her fingers and the thread in it at the same time and like a fuse, the aura dispersed along the string till it reached Scarlet's body, were her entire body's aura exploded into pieces that fade into nothing.

Scarlet's head fell forward as she lost consciousness. Revenant let go of her and she uncermoniously fell to the floor.

Fear had stunned her before and this act push her over the top. Lumi screamed, a high-pitched desperate screech. She fumbled as she tried to set the scabbard piece of Corcea Mors with the hand-sword into the long sword build. It finally set as she lifted it up in front of her toward Revenant.

She cursed herself for trembling. What would her father or mother say if they saw her now? She was the heiress of heroes and yet, she couldn't stop shaking.

No. Her friends depended on her. She wouldn't fail her family's legacy either. She'd save them. She would.

She gathered her confidence and lifted her, now fierce gaze towards Revenant, only for another shook wave of fear being sent through her body.

Revenant gave her, her entire attention. The empty knight helmet's eye holes bore into her with their darkness.

"Corcea Mors," the voice that come from the tall armored grim-knight sounded weirdly weak but at the same time powerful, or like weak and strained voice speaking through a megaphone.

Lumi froze and her eyes widen.

"H-how-" she began but was interrupted as Revenant continued.

"How did you come by that sword?"

"No. How do you know of this sword?!" Lumi yelled back in fear.

Was Revenant and old enemy of her father? What was going on?

"..." Revenant said nothing but then took a delibrate step forward, over the body of Scarlet, towards Lumi.

"You have blonde hair," Revenant spoke again and took another step forward.

"You... You know of fa-Jaune Arc?" Lumi asked and inhaled through her teeth.

Suddenly, Revanant took huge strides in a quick walk towards Lumi. Lumi held her sword forward and Revenant drew to a stop so the tip of the sword came next to her chest. Revenant seem to inspect it the sword pointing at her closer. She even brought up her hand as if she were to touch it.

Lumi jerked the blade at the hand and Revenant pulled away.

"Stay back!" Lumi shouted and after brief pause. "And leave this place."

Revenant held her own sword out and to the side, seemingly to show it off to Lumi.

"Can you see it?" Revenant then move her sword next to the other.

Lumi backed a step only to make sure that Revenant would stab her with sudden launch at her. Revenant read her movements and turned the blade across hers so she no longer could do it without telegraphing it clearly.

The crossed blades shimmered off the artificial lights from strong lamps in the roof of the hanger. The swords were so similar, yet different. both had gold and brown leather for handles and silvery like blade. However, Corcea Mors had more straight and sharp edges to it while Revenant's blade had a smooth curve to it. It almost looked like a thin paddle as it's edge dove, rose, and dove again. The blade also was also clearly broken up into smaller shards along it's length. It kinda resembled a telescope that could fold in on itself.

"This is Excalibur. It was made by the same smith as Corcea Mors. They were done in a package deal," Revenant said.

Lumi was stunned. She didn't know what to make of the woman's words.

"They were forged in Haven?" she asked and looked up at the significantly taller woman.

"Yes. Nicolas Arc sent a request for them to be made as birthday presents for his... Twins." Revenant reached for her helmet and pulled it off.

Goldie locks sprawled down onto Revenant's black armor. A beautiful, if a bit aged, blonde woman's face was revealed behind the helmet. A shining blue eye, typical of the arc family, looked at Lumi, while the other eye was monstrous. In fact, the woman's right side of her face was covered in black grim goo with sharp spikes protruding out from it. A red eye, like that of a fly, popped out from the goo in place of her right eye.

"Lumi, I am you're aunt."

Lumi gasped.

Dun dun dun!

The spring of the platform was released and sent Jun flying through the air. She flipped violently through the air. However, unlike the other students, she neither expressed any of their emotions like anger, cockiness, fear, thrill or as in Pyrrha's case stoic determination; no, she simply wore a deadpanned expression -- nor did she try to take control over her trajectory; she simply rag dolled whichever way she was being catapulted.

She could hear someone shout from the cliff. Perhaps they saw how she flew and though that she'd gone unconscious.

She closed her eyes since the ever changing scenery from clear blue skies and lush forest and snowy mountain range caused in the horizon caused by her endless spinning in the air, made her dizzy. She reach out with her aura.

There was nothing of note. Most students were simply busy with their landing strategy. Whomever, shouted at the cliff, she could no longer follow up on since the distance was too great for her yet to cover with her senses.

She sense she had started to descend rather than ascend but she didn't need magic for that. It felt as if a giant stood underneath her and blew at her like he were trying to put out a candle. Her hair encapsulated her head and whipped her face on repeat. She heard the sound of bike tire being filled in her ear.

Then suddenly she felt something. An attack? But it had no malicious intent, in fact it's intent seemed benign but it was still an attack. Huh?

She reinforced her aura and just in time as something point just rocket into her chest, sending her flying off course of her original trajectory.

After some more but uneventful falling, she finally hit the ground, or more like skipped along it. Her aura took a massive hit as her head dug up a small ditch before she bounced and proceeded to slide along the grass. Her torso hit a tree and sent her wheeling along her sliding path. She was like malfunctioning lawnmower; breaking down the vegetation instead of cutting it along the path she went. Eventually, her twisted body came to a stop.

She lay there for a moment. While aura did protect and heal its user, it wasn't impenetrable. She could feel her body ache, especially her head. She felt as if her head was made of lead and it was a black box with code only a machine could decipher.

So what's interesting about Ruby being a vampire? What's interesting about vampires in the first place? I guess, is the concept that you have to hurt others to survive, or hurt others not to hurt yourself. Kill or be killed. But there are many interesting points to vampire lore that one can extrapolate upon. For example, they are immortal and immortality in itself and be the focus point of our story. We after all decide what we should focus on.

Let's focus on the killing others or hurting others to survive or not to hurt oneself. Ruby a girl who dreamt of being a heroine her whole life and helping people is kinda forced to take up the mantle of villain as a vampire. This inner conflict can be interesting to focus on.

There's always the element of having a loved one on the other side of the conflict. Yang is Ruby's sister and she will be forced by the laws of society to oppose her feeding.

What's interesting about this point though? I guess, it's again the inner conflict of what they want and what is right, though in this case it becomes more what they want and what the law and society expects them to do. What if I made Yang into a vampire "hater", that would fuel the contrasting emotions in her inner conflict, however, this could easily become contrived as in, not only were Ruby kidnapped but Yang also had to deal with bad vampires on the side. This problem could be dealt with somewhat by having them happen simultaneously. But then you'd think Yang would consider the possibility that Ruby was made into a vampire. However however, maybe it's rare for this to happen in the first place? So that's not where her mind goes?

>>8098
>act like Nigel did
While I will maintain that he did non-sequitur topic drops in threads he fancied, I think those thoughts weren't always bad just unwarranted for the thread in question. I also think that the only reason I specify this is because I miss the guy. :c I think about what I could have done better.

>>8114
>miss the guy
He was here like 2 weeks ago, u didnt notice? He stops by semi frequently he's just alot harder to notice (to his credit)

>>8115
Ah, now when you mention it. Maybe that thread with the new year's plans.

To be honest, I might just be emotional. I'm certain that I have been (at times) unfair towards him but I also know that I have been (at times) correct too. We are not that different me and him and I feel like we could have been friends if I was different.

Idk, what to think about my actions in the past, if I was a bully or if I was justified or something in between. However, I know I feel guilt over it.

>>8116
Yeah, hes like a cousin you dont always see and you dont always get along with, but as you get older you appreciate that they were there, and you become more glad and welcoming when they are. ^_^

>>8117
^^
Maybe.

>>8119
>where he has a cozy place and understanding neighbors
*Grins and chuckles* ^^

>>8119
Thank you for listening to me. I feel somewhat better now.

I can't change the past but I'll try to do better next time.

>>8121
Hey now, glad (you)'re here too <3

>>8121
>I'll try to do better next time
I deal with someone who does the impossible and is more autistic than me. ^^

>>8122
Aww, thank (you) <3 Whoever u r. ^^

>>8124
Please, youre either being facetious or you dont know that you know

>>8125
...Ninjas... Hopefully that was correct and I didn't embarrass myself. ^^

>>8126
*curtsies*

>>8127
^^
Well, I have actually been meaning to talk to you. You know back when we shared mail addresses? I stopped using that mail address because my computer actually broke and the password I had for the mail was on it.

I felt awkward about talking about it on the site. I did try to to like subtly hint at it a times, iirc. I guess I felt it was a sekret. ^^

I should probably tell mekiko this too since I talked to him on it too.

So it wasn't you, it was me. ^^

>>8128
Don't sweat it, I completely missed the cues (although I've only been around for a couple months, after about a year and a half hiatus). I'm the red-maned furfaggot on discord

>>8129
>Don't sweat it
Phew. ^^

Sadly, I'm too based to use Discord so I don't actually know what you're talking about. ^^

But do you remember that dnd campaign thread on /vx/? The pcs were suppose to be level 25. I briefly role played an illusionist mare. There was a ninja cow in that camp. It was you who created that pony pub thread, right? And the current version has a cow-esque drawing in it's op second image. Is that your oc? You have had that for a long time. I mean, I have pony oc that's still in the archives of my head that I made more than decade ago. It's like my Silver Star. Funnily enough her name is actually, by pure coincidence, Fair Star and she has grey fur. She's also a unicorn. Who knows martial arts. ^^

>>8130
Actually, know that I think about it. The illusionist mare was based on my oc if not straight up was my oc. Heh.

>>8131
>know
*now*

>>8130
Yes, on all counts. She was originally (cheekily) entirely humanoid at that point, but later on it occurred to me that pure minotaur traits would be more dominant than split dwarven/elven traits, so she is more of a cow (with favorable modifiers to the genetics and mane/pelt colors).
And then a furry showed up in my feed suggesting I could make a suit and THAT was history,...

>>8135
Hmm, I don't about cows man. I even grew up on a farm. So I have spent my youth with them. Horses are more appealing. I mean cows are friendly but they look somewhat... Uhh, goofy. Horses are more regal. ^^

>>8136
Arizona is a cutie tho.

>>8136
>cows are goofy looking
Thats one ofmy favorite things about them honestly, beyond that theyre tasty
>>8137
>Arizona
Honorary /mlp/, 10/10 would boop

This is for Downpour of Fire thread:

You thought this thread wasn't gonna get updated didn't you? Me as well.

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Sunset shouted back, [color #]"Hey! Dad! We're in here!"[/color]

Sunset lead the others out of their ruined home.

Twilight clung but also supported her mother who was still a bit weak from surviving a burning building. Yeah. Velvet looked around her beautiful kitchen with a sort of forlorn look but it was also then the tears began to pour out from her eyes like waterfalls. Sunset had a weird feeling about this whole thing. She felt anger. She didn't see this a natural disaster that accidentally befell them, like the others ultimately saw it. She pinned the blame on the dragon. He did this! And... While she knew her threats were meaningless, she wanted... No, he would pay! Surely, she could carry out such a promise, with her weird powers?

Exactly when they exited their burnt home, man with well combed hair ran straight into them. Sunset hesitated for a second and that's all it took for the man tip over his wife and daughter.

"You're alive!" he shouted seemingly oblivious to the fact that they lay on the ground beneath him after he essentially tackled them.

At first it seem as if Velvet was upset over being tackled and while she groaned, her tears flowed even faster.

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This is some random fantasy I had:

Jun let her wound patch themselves up before she stood up; her yellow aura, a body-slim field of energy in the color of her soul: yellow, lit up around her and the scratches, bruises, and bleeding were all healed up as if they were dirt being washed away by hot water. She heard a loud pop sound as she felt shoulder return to it's normal position.

Then she stood up. She patted off the dirt on her sick black cloak as much as she could. She check so her sword was still in it's scabbard. She felt Excalibur's handle on her smooth little hand palm.

Then her gaze wander across the spear. The one that had hit her with full speed in the fall. It was stuck into the grass a bit further away from where she had crashed.

She absentmindedly move over to it and inspected it. It felt familiar or at least the color scheme, no it was probably just her imagination. Regardless, she'd wait for it's owner to arrive? But this spear was their arm and now they had no weapon in the middle of a grim-infested forest. Yeah, she had to find them

But where had the spear come from? She looked around. Trees, bushes, trees, grass, trees, and boulders. Yeah, she didn't know squat. And setting off in a random direction, just hoping to encounter the owner didn't feel like a smart idea. She just might as well walk away from them for all she knew. Yes, this was entirely her fault and shouldn't really be this hard. But yeah, what can you do?

She sat down cross-legged and shut her eyes. She steadied her breathing while adjusting her posture. She sent her awareness out with the magic of the world. Searching for anyone nearby.

Nothing. Grim. More Grim. Nothing. A person. Woman. Light but hard armor. Confident. Determined. But aware of the danger she is in. Powerful but not in the ways of magic. She prods the woman and the woman seems just annoyed by a sudden ghost ache she can't place but that she thinks nothing of, instead of realizing someone is aware of her.

"I sense you," you whisper.

The woman stops and looks around.

"Come here." You project your presence with magic. Causing all things living and dead to be drawn to you. She will be here soon.

>>8138
>beyond that theyre tasty
"Hey, master. Do you want a bath, some dinner, or parhaps... Me."
"Why did you offer the same thing twice?"
>Honorary /mlp/, 10/10 would boop
Indeed. ^^

Okay, this might be interesting.
https://www.typingtest.com/

>>8139
Shitpost before you walk...

Futas aren't born as ordinary girls at first but when they reach puberty, then suddenly they gain something: A package.

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Pyrrha saw her javelin lodged into the ground. She ran up to it, pulled it out, transformed it into it's blade form, and sheathed it. Then she looked up.

The forest eased up here and small meadows of grass rose between the dotted out straggler trees. However, that fell into the background as her focused shifted to the many heaps of uprooted moss and grass, along with their roots and the dirt that clung to them across her. It look like something between a plow and warthog had gone berserk down a path here. The line of damage ended in patch dark ground with folded up grass rug next to it. As she got closer, the size and form of the patch reminded her of a small human body.

Did that girl crash here? she thought. An image of the blonde girl dressed in a black cloak came to her mind.

Pyrrha had appreciated that she'd interrupted Weiss as the girl had offered to team-up solely for Pyrrha's reputation. What she hadn't expected, however, was that the interruption would cause Pyrrha to but change her mind on Weiss'es character as an networking elitist to a girl seeking out her own path. In strange way, she felt that Weiss felt more, well, normal for a lack of a better word and the girl.

Who refers to themselves as inferior? she thought.

If this was her crash/landing site, then the girl had to be nearby. So where was she?

Pyrrha's gaze darted around in search for the girl.

She moved her gloved hands to the sides of her mouth before calling out, "H-hello?"

Maybe it wasn't smart to make noise with Grim nearby but Pyrrha felt more worried for the girl. She could
be alone, perhaps injured or at least low on aura after what Pyrrha assumed was a failed attempt of a landing strategy. Pyrrha felt sure she could fight off any Grim who'd be drawn out.

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"H-hello?"

"Tsk," Jun clicked her tongue. She bent her lips into her mouth and pulled her lips into a thin line as she drew them apart. Both her eyebrows weighed heavily on her.

Why? she thought. Why is she still here? Doesn't she realize that if our gazes met we're partners for the next... Well, until the Vytal Festival.

Her eyebrows jumped up.

Maybe she doesn't. Okay, then.

Jun stood up and in doing so moved out of the cover a nearby bush provided her.

I have a fimfiction account now.
https://www.fimfiction.net/user/831515/It+Is+Sven

>>8258
>Shutup, Ah been cutting onions
>lurk increases by 80%
Aww, ty <3

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Miss Nonny
Chapter 1 -- Disillusionment with Reality

Blood burst forth, as if squirted out from a whale's back, into the air before pitter-pattering back onto the stone plateau it had come from. More blood followed and soon the circular plateau was a fountain fit for the deepest bowels of hell. Yet, clean of flesh it looked less ominous and more...

The influx of blood stopped as a small circular pool had formed on the white stone plateau. The blood was still, not a ripple.

In the center of the pool a chalk-white noodle-esque thing wormed up and breached the surface, like a blade a grass climbing out of the ground. It wriggled around. White branches of these wriggling things sprouted from the first one. They curled in and over each other, forming braids. As the days passed, the yarn of noddles took the shape human, laying on its side in the fetal position. As the days passed, the blood was was sucked up by the form. Its white color replaced by a stark red one. But was it really blood? No.

As the red-liquid had been drained from the pool and into the form, the pure red body horror morphed further. Green skin enveloped the form. Soon black hair grow out and far on it's head. For it had a head now. It was a human female. The woman was short with wide hips but somewhat undernourished. No fat but also no muscles, skinny limbs, toned stomach but no abs.

She snored.

The question was if Equestria was ready for a being of pure spaghetti (and tomato-sauce).

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Anon's back hurt. He was laying on something really hard. And on top of that, he trembled as he froze. Though her refused to open his eyes for something so minor. Instead he reached out for his blanket in his groggy and not fully awake state-of-mind.

His hand fumbled around grabbing only empty air.

Fuck, why is the bed so hard, he thought as he moved around trying to find a soft spot.

"Ow!" he said and groaned as his elbow hit the stone surface he laid on.

On some level, he though his voice sounded weird but he dismissed it as he sat up and caressed his sore elbow.

As lowered himself back down again, it hurt but he was so tired that he just tried to roll over on his side to deal with it.

As he moved about trying to find a comfortable lying position, a subdued light bothered his eyes. He wondered for a moment if he hadn't closed the curtains to his window before going to bed, then he blinked a few times before opening them fully.

What greeted him was the moon, but not through a window as he had somewhat expected, instead it hung high in the sky, above him. Around the moon he could see stars. They in turn were framed in by the nearby black silhouettes of the leaf covered branches of the treetops.

He was stunned for a moment before a gentle breeze caressed his cheek. Then he jumped up.

His head spun one way and then the other. Where was he?

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The creature had a drill for a mouth and beak. A hermit-crab shell that spun with a muscle the pulled it counter at a certain point and then relaxed until it pulled again, inscreasin it speed.

In RWBY's first season there's a scene involving Weiss, Pyrrha, and Jaune. But if we were to replace Jaune with our Jun. This is how I imagine that scene would play out.
Key points: -----------------

Let's just get in those thousand words and move on for today [I'm starting up a routine of writing 1k words (not necessarily good words, just words to practice writing) daily.]. I'm in too much pain to be writing from inspiration even though I'd say it's better.

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"So I was thinking maybe we could be on the same team together?" said the short girl with snow-white hair in a ponytail.

"Well that sounds grand," said the amazonian, tall red-head.

"Great."

"Wait, aren't you Weiss Schnee?" piqued a voice up and caused the pair to turn to the source.

Behind them a hay-blonde girl cloaked in black. The hilt of a sword peeked over her shoulder.

The girl with white hair lit up and beam with pride.

"That I am," she said with satisfied smirk. "Who might you be?"

[One of my strengths as a writer is that I keep questioning things and ponder who characters would act and what make sense. Another is that I problematize everything, which makes for more complex stories once I have managed to wriggle myself through the maze of problems I see before myself, however this can also feel very discouraging when one only sees issues and questions in one's writing. ]

[So since this is more about getting a specific amount of words in per day. Let's just get that done and not think to much if it makes any sense, which means I'll relay on cliche to fill out my writing from now on. ]

"I'm Artia. Artia Pendragon," said the blonde woman and fired off a volley from her finger guns.

It seems one of the shots hit the bull's eye of the ginger's heart as she swooned with one hand to her forehead. She fell into the locker behind her and used it for support.

And it made sense, the blonde girl was so cool that if this was earth she'd fix global warming all on her own. Is global warming really a thing? If trees needs carbondioxid to photosyntize wouldn't that mean that more carbs would just make their be more oxygen in the air? I genuinely don't know but I do know that I don't trust authoritize. It's to a point where I would genuinely start smoking to see if it's actually not straight up healthy for you. But this isn't really writing a story, this is just blabbering so let's get back to it.

Artia then pulled her sword and slashed at Weiss. Why? IDK. Anyway, Weiss pulls out her rapier in the nick of time and parrys. A resonating clang vibrates the air. A small pause, then Weiss slaps away the sword with her rapier before diving in for a stab.

Artia lets go of the sword in her right hand. It falls down into her waiting left hand. She snatches it and proceed to deflect the incoming stab. Then she takes a giant step forward with her left foot and slams her pommel into Weiss'es guts causing Weiss to fold around it.

That's when Weiss'es eyes flared up in a blue shimmer. She grabbed the handle of her rapier with a vice-grip the likes of which the scorpion's pale. She pulled her blade back before swinging in a wide arch towards Artia. Artia jumped back to dodge the strike. But Weiss wasn't done. She called upon her semblance, the one that had been passed down for generations, the one the could empower others, create platforms, and summon incredible fighters of pure aura.

With a wave of her hand, glowing white glyph appeared on the ground around Weiss. Arcane threads rolled off them like smoke before slithering towards her blade. They ensnared it and it's glow came and went with a pulse, like a that of a heart. Using the point of her rapier like a pen, she began to jolt down several quick but precise fantastical letters, which light-trail only lasted a brief moment in space before it drifted away.

Suddenly, a much larger glyph formed on the floor and out of it rose a giant knight with a bed-sized mace resting over its shoulder. Swirls of power surrounded the mace and the knight's armor.

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Well, I didn't reach it but it's trying that's what's important.

This is the 100th post of my thread. Let's celebrate! With and

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This is as much as I gotten done so far:

"Hmm hmm hm hm," Mayuri sing-songed as she lied on her stomach on Daru's T-shirt that was spread out like a rug on the floor. She had lifted her feet up in the air and let them swish back and forth in the air as if she was running on an imaginary track.

From where Daru sat at his computer, he made a fist-pump.

"Mayuri is frolicking on my shirt. She's getting her adorableness all over it," he said.

There was peace for a few moments more.

A small figure grow in size as it got closer in rapid speed towards the window. Suddenly, a pair of high-heel boots shattered one of the apartment's windows into pieces. The figure let go off the rope it had swung with and spun in backwards in the air while being curled up into a small ball, before landing on three limbs: One bent knee, one side-ways outstretched leg, and one on hand in thee ground while the other keep the figure's balance. The raven hair fell down onto figure's back. But despite all the action; the figure, who was a girl in her teens, regarded Mayuri with a stoic expression with her purple eyes.

"Gah!" said Daru as he brought up a fist to his mouth as if it was burger he was gonna munch on before falling off his rolling chair.

"Haa!" Mayuri gasped, rolled away, and hid behind Daru's T-shirt.

Time seemed to have stopped. The only indication that it hadn't were the constant sound of traffic you could always hear in the city.