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Violets are blue.
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't.
Get TreasureMelanie Guimart. 30th of October. "How to Fight" lesson; written assignment.
Class; Shadow. Subclass; Spy.
Weapon; Spells and charms for manipulation and self-charming. Poison dagger for last resorts.
I mainly use magic to fight. I can cast a variety of spells to do so; standard damage-dealing spells with the help of psychic moves channeled through my wand, along with status-inducing and basic barrier spells. I tend to avoid conflict in the first place anyway by concealing myself in some way. I am skilled at disguising myself; either by use of costumery, illusionary charms, or (most commonly) a combination of both. Only once or twice has this method ever backfired on me. Additionally, I can perform memory-wiping charms, usually permanent but sometimes temporary if the situation calls for it (permanent memory-wiping charms take varying amount of energy depending on what extent I am erasing memory), along with hypnotic charms (I do not use these frequently as they take quite a lot of mag
Ross' WeaponsRoss O'Donnell, How to fight assignment thirtyeth of October 2015
I'm a Rogue and I use dual weapons, two simitars scimitars to be exact, theyre made of scalchop shell, very fine stuff to make a weapon out of too, you wouldn't think of it but scalchop makes a fair sharp blade and sturdy as well. Both are the same shape as well. Scalchop blades aren't my family's signature weapon material for nothing!
Anyway, if I were to get confronted by a band of a band of bandits (lets say four or five?), and I can't run off (not that i would anyway because I'm too slow for that.....) or distance myself. I would either have to try and sweet talk them or just fight em I suppose. For that second option perhaps I could bribe them if I had fake money on me. Or just be very nice to them and make them leave me alone and look for someone else. They might get intimidated in any case because I'm taller than most people and my shellmet can spear through people if I wanted it too although I haven't ever tried
What If and What I WouldName: Florence Weidebrun / Class: Mage
I own an enchanted sword. I have the ability to change its shape with magic- its normal form is a rapier, but it can also take on the appearance of a sabre, a katana, a falchion, an Arabian scimitar and a dirk (I am also working on a flame-bladed sword at the moment).
But, being under a situation where the use of magic by an unknown party alerts the enemy, a magic sword would not be much use, as when changing its form it emits a little magic. However since the enemy is not aware of my presence, I could follow multiple paths depending on my capabilities and the nature of the situation itself.
My first thought would be whether I could stay unnoticed- doing so would be viable depending on the area. For instance, in a thickly wooded area I could fly above the trees, or equally in a dark place or at night. In open grounds stealth would be a harder task. The best I could hope for would be a meadow or scrubland, as I could try to use my Land Forme to dis
The Flight - Part 1
“It’s always nice to have a souvenir to take back to Yarelts, eh?...”
The vixen’s piercing eyes followed the pair as they walked off on their way, chatting. Normally, she would have been disgusted by them- ugh, the soppiness of buying a scarf the same colour as your little friend!- but Melanie’s mind was focussed on other issues right now. This Yarelts… she had always been under the impression it was a mythical place which operated long, long ago. At least, that’s what her sister had said to her previously, who had read about it herself in some ancient scroll when she actively wished to be taught elsewhere, and spent the entire day reading up on wizarding schools, imagining what life would be like in an academy rather than under the iron education of their parents. But picking up on what the Shaymin had just said, her memory had been jogged, and her old perception of the place now dented. It was time to find out more.
She snapped the cur
Manectric ReportManectric is an Electric Type Pokemon, canine in looks and nature. It has a long muzzle, shocks (pun intended, tee hee) of yellow hair with a smoother blue; ears are packed tightly into a cone on its head; sharp claws and keen teeth, too, however one would not worry about these traits so much as its impressive Special Attack. Nobody, apart from Ground-Types, will enjoy a hit of Thunder from one of these. Be warned if your Special Defense is low- battling a Manectric will be risky!
The Discharge Pokemon's other selling point is its equally good speed, which is above average. Remember that speed is probably the most important stat in battling- you never know what may happen if your foe gets a hit in before you do. So either boost your own speed, or try a Trick Room to switch things around if you're slow- but if your defences (especially Sp.Def) are good, then there is no need to worry too much about this.
Manectric's other stats are decent, but not as great as its others. Its Attack, Def
Shrek is Love Shrek is lifeShrek Is Love Shrek is Life.
I was only 9 years old I loved shrek so much, I had all the merchandise and movies
I pray to shrek every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given.
Shrek is love I say, Shrek is life
My dad overhears me and calls me a faggot
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Shrek
I called him a cunt
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
Im crying now, and my face hurts
I lay in bed and its really cold
A warmth is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me
I am so happy
He whispers in to ear "this is my swamp
He grabs me with his powerful ogre hands and puts me on my hands and knees
I spread my ass cheeks for Shrek
He penetrates my butthole
It hurts so much but I do it for Shrek
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
I push against his force
I want to please Shrek
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love
My dad walks in
Shrek looks him straight in the eye and says "Its all ogre now"
Epic Youtuber Rap Battle - Cryaotic vs. PewdiepieEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!!!
Cryaotic vs. Pewdiepieeeeeeee
Haha, how’s it going bros
My name is Pewdiepie
I’m about to make this sorry excuse
For a youtuber go home and Cry
Keep that mask on
No one wants to see your face
I’ll bro fist your ass into pure disgrace
28 Million subscribers man I’m still in first place!
On the last video, I go live on Twitch
Just to show this guy Pewdiepie
Just how much he’s a little bitc*
And so it continues with me whooping his ass
I’ll be the one to take all your fans and Outlast
I don’t need to show my face to put you in F.E.A.R.
My badass voice is all that you need to hear
I spit rhymes scarier than your creepypasta
I think you have Amnesia
Go home Cry, you’re drunk
Your raps are worst than your livestream bunk
I’m noticed all over YouTube, is that an issue?
My di*k is longer than your Okami playthrough!
England x Reader: Be Gentle
England X Reader: Be gentle
"Y-you ready love?" England asked nervously it was his first time after all.
"Does it hurt?"
"Ahn~ a little, b-be gentle okay?" you moaned as you clutched the sheets tighter.
"Oh~ Iggy t-there Ohhhh~ yeah mmm."
"Oh, may I try another angle love?" He asked.
"Yeah, s-sure. Whatever." It was this time again when you had the feeling you just had to do it. Again. Your job was pretty stressful enough to make you beg for one.
"Ahh Iggy harder nnng that's the spot, yes ohh~ yes." You said as you buried your face in the fluffy pillow. England was sweating like a pig with his shaggy hair all soggy because of his sweat, and you well you looked like a hot mess after a hard day's work.
"Yes? Ah! T-there don't stop! K-Keep going!"
"B-but the stove, I forgot to turn it off love!" He exclaimed, putting a halt to your current *cough* activity.
"Talk about offering another massage while yo
Markiplier's Halloween CarolOn the first Night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...
A slendy page He took from a Tree
On the Second night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...
2 Holy Balls! And A slendy page He took from a tree
On the Third night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...
3 rapid POOFS - 2 Holy Balls - And a Slendy page he took from a tree
On the Fourth night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...
4 Lil Piggies - 3 Rapid Poofs - 2 Holy Balls - And a Slendy page he took from a Tree
On the Fifth Night of Halloween Markiplier gave to me...
FIVE HORROR COMPILATIONS!! - 4 Lil Piggies - 3 Rapid POOFS - 2 Holy Balls
- And a Slendy Page He took from a tree
On the Sixth Night of Hallow
Awesome quotes by Gerard Way
Awesome quotes by Gerard Way (lead singer of My Chemical Romance)-
Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.
Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!
I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.
The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell.
Look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara... I'm a fuckin' princess!
It's like the drag fairy coming and saying 'What would you like to do?' Um, yeah karate.
I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude.
So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.
I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experimen
The Marching Band PrayerAs I lace up my shoes, and button my spatz,
may each move of my foot be perfectly in step.
As I slip on my gloves, and put my mouthpiece in place,
let each note be a perfect and not squeek back in my face.
As I zip up my jacket, and put in my plume,
let me look perfect, and sound in tune.
As we step into block, and go to parade rest,
let the lights shine bright on us, 'cus we're the best of the best.
Let each movement match, and each song come together.
Let us all move as one, and not loose any feathers.
Let us complete our performance with standing ovation.
For we are the band, and we're representing a nation.
From the snap in our turn,
to the hearts beating in our chests.
My god bless each piece of our group,
as we take this first step...
And we start with the LEFT!
FiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of CiderDear Princess Celestia: Letter One
Today I Learned an important lesson about friendship.
I learned how to write "Hello World!"
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S. In this case, the syntax is similar to C++.
Dear Princess Celestia: Letter One
I wrote "Hello World!"
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S. In this case, the syntax mirrors that of Python syntax. I'll leave it to you, readers, to decide which one you deem better. -Twilight Sparkle
Dear Princess Celestia: Letter One
Today I learned how to sing Applejack's Drinking Song.
I learned Applejack's Drinking Song with Applejack.
Did you know that Applejack likes the number 99?
I did this while Applejack had more than 1.
I sang " 'Applejack' jugs of cider on the wall, 'Applejack' jugs of cider,"
Applejack got one less.
When Applejack had more than 1,
I sang "Take one down and pa
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. 
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. 
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. 
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. 
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
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