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I think your posts are good and funny and they improve my dash
Thank ya lad!
*Helena sneakily straddles Delilah's face while she's sleeping, naked*
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Delilah had always been one of the HEAVIER sleepers in the LeBlanc family. Not that it was much of an ACCOMPLISHMENT. She attributed it to EMOTIONAL EXHAUSTION. How every day she fell to her pillow just GLAD it was all over. (And maybe somedays wishing the next one WOULDN’T BEGIN AT ALL.) A jarring moment then when black eyes fluttered up to MOONSTRICKEN DARKNESS. Her sleepines had her senses all MUDDIED up and it took a few seconds to REGISTER the wetness being SMEARED across her lips – SWEET TASTE ALL-TOO-FAMILIAR. And knees were PINNING DOWN her shoulders thieving away LEVERAGE. And towering above her, she could spy the GLINTING STEEL of her own sister’s piercings catching the light of the moon. “MMPH!” she struggled, eyes wide and panic setting in. She bucked and shifted – HOPING to offset Helena’s balance. Stomach tensing in a mixture of HEAT & HATRED. Pajama bottoms already beginning to STAIN.
PLEASE SEND ME THE SITE OF THAT PICTURE
A demon of Tartaros.
Yes, that had felt correct, right to the bone, even with the absence of past memories to confirm the new information. And **new **it was, fresh on his tongue as he tried his name for the first time this life -- Tempesta -- feeling no particular attachment.
Calamity, however, was different, felt like skin, bone, blood. A part of him, a piece falling into place within. Calamity -- each syllable rolling off his tongue, savored.
A certainty, a soul-deep certainty for his existence resided within him, the violent flow of power beneath his skin the only reassurance he needed.
A natural disaster.
Yes, this was also correct.
He was Calamity.
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Eheehee…I didn’t think it was ready for such a larger specimen, but it seems it’s working well for now. Eheeheehee…I was anxious to experiment and he waltzed right to me.
/dark chuckle/ How fortunate. One of the mirrorverse bots...another stroke of luck. Their univserse, while illogical, is a highly fascinating arena. Everyone seems damaged in some way or another. I wonder what troubles this one so much.