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"If you want. I thought you sucked at cooking, remember?" she teased.

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"If you want. I thought you sucked at cooking, remember?" she teased.

(That's from our rp…XD)

@ember-chan-will-never-forget-you

In the 1930s and 1940s, Germany and Japan carried out what are arguably the worst acts of mass atrocity in history. What leads individuals, and even whole societies, to descend to such a level? What motivated the notoriously sadistic POW camp guards in Japan, particularly the Bird? Do we all carry the capacity for cruelty?

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Holy shit did you draw that? I love it so much! You draw feet way better then I do and I can even see it.

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Sorry but I already know this, thanks for reminding me.

watch it

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Sorry but I already know this, thanks for reminding me.

watch it

I can’t, restricted school ipad,

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Sorry but I already know this, thanks for reminding me.

watch it

I can’t, restricted school ipad,

Nvm I looked it up on my 2DS

@Mojack group

Crescents Blade
The moon had just raised, shining the light upon the trees, droplets from the previous rains had a reflection within them. A figure sat, leaning against the rock in the middle of the clearing, a blade's holder resting, and a glint of the silver blade upon the rock, observed by the figure.

The figure pondered quietly to herself, tail curled up, laying still as she was lost in her sea of thought. She pondered on how she got here, and what she would do in the future. The sea of thoughts were tough, crashing around and stressing her, yet the mask she wore hid all view from onlookers of seeing her true face.

She pondered again, the sea of thoughts turning to a field, where the figure stood, glancing her eyes down at a different field, a battlefield of her own people of different tribes. How she wished to stop the conflict, however she admitted quietly that she was guilty of this bloodshed as well.

The thoughts returned to the sea, this time the figure sat on a raft, the seas this time calm as she sharpened her blade, sharpening her senses as well.

As the sun began to sink to the sea, the visions changed to a field, but not grassy. A field of ice and snow, rough and cold to most, but her dreaded rivals. She once again felt, no stress at this new field. But it all returned as a shadow crept from the ground, raising up. A replica of her race's history, more of the dark side and bloodshed, she mused, as it hissed, beckoning her, attempting to manipulate her to join it. But she refused, preferring her own mind, which was powerful enough to conjure up these thoughts.

The figure rose up in a fit of rage, but chained into the depths of her mind, it was simple a mere creation of the mind, that was unable to move freely within the maze.

She opened her eyes, the thoughts clearing up, much like a morning day, resurfacing from the night. Another figure, about her size, with the same figure, yet eyes were glazed over, underneath was the mind of something that hadn't lived long enough to experience the wonders of childhood, toughened by war and hatred itself. With a single nod by the new figure, she sat up straight, preparing the items she had brought with her to her thoughts. The moon, now in the centre of the night sky, a breeze whisking past her mask, she slid her sword upon her back, and followed the other into the forest depths.

"I'll be waiting."

@faltering_through pets

Jen stepped to the side at the last minute, letting the guy run straight to where he had previously been. In that split second Jen grabs the guy's arm with both hands and twists it in a sickening crack of the bone. The guy let's out an ear piercing scream as he drops the knife and kneels on the floor holding his broken arm. The other two guys seem angry now that Jen had broken their leader and lung in after him. Jen looks at them dully through his lashes, his eyes were that of a sadistic murderer, although there was no smile on his face. The first guy tries doing the same thing his leader had done, as if he hadn't seen what Jen could do. As Jen is about to brace himself again for the attack he feels something grab him from under his arms in a tight hold. One of the guys had gotten behind him while he had been focused on taking down the leader. Jen struggles to break free from the double arm lock but the guy proved to be very strong and wasn't letting go of him. "Let go motherfucker!!" Jen said as he kicked the air like a defenceless little kid. He had no time to say anything else as he saw the two other guys coming in from the front. His instincts- or rather yet his training- kicked in and Jen bent down roughly, making the guy bend down with him since he was still trying to keep ahold of Jen. Jen shifts his left leg to the side and moves his right leg behind the guy. This let Jen swiftly grab the back of the guy's left knee with his left hand and haul his leg up, ultimately making the guy release the hold on him as he falls back on the floor from the lack of balance. Jen has no time to take a break as he dodges to the right, avoiding one of the other guy's swings. Jen decided that he didn't want to make small attacks. That would only make the fight last longer, so instead he deals a quick blow to the base of the guy's neck, knocking him out instantly. Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky with the other guy and ends up getting stabbed in the arm. Jen grits his teeth and backs up, breaking his momentum.