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Indie AU Dark Pit!Chaos Kin Status: Semi-Active Est. : Nov. 2, 2014 Revamp : Aug. 19, 2015 Please view rules before interacting.

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Hᴏᴍᴇ || Rᴜʟᴇs

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[aperioxfos]

@xaoc-iv​ & @metroidinfusion​

【❮#1 Hottest Teacher and #1 Most Scariest Bitch Teacher❯】

[xaoc-iv]

⨳ “ Call me sexist then since the last woman I treated a coffee to preferred hers sweet. Then again sometimes I feel as if I shouldn’t consider you just an ordinary woman.”  Comfort brought him as the feeling of being able to relax and sit overtook his fatigued body. For the demon, classes had yet to start, but early was his morning routine and that caused the need for a wake up drink, such as the one he held in his hand.  Several times a week did he indulge himself in the act of a morning jog, or even so a quick trip to the gym. Becoming a professor taught him a lesson of importance, and that had been the casual idea of letting go. Letting go of what? Letting go of all physical responsibilities to take care of his body. Beknowest to him, it was of his knowledge that a large sum of the staff bothered not to work out. Sitting on their hinds to grade paper was their worth.  An idea such as that was impossible to achieve. Aside from being a simple math professor, Chaos also had the responsibilities of running the Fencing team- which was a hard task itself.  “Ruin theirs before they ruin yours, such as what already happened to me during my morning jog.” He took a small sip, only to furrow his brows at the taste. “Congrats. I appears you have the less sweeter one.” 

[solitu]

( @xaoc-iv​ wants to meet a grumpy cat )

He seems to have a urge to draw a smiley face on this boy’s cheek. Luckily he had small sharpie on his pocket, Vanitas didn’t ask permission and without getting a ‘NO’ 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?' as response, he quickly doodle a smiley face on the raven’s cheek. Satisfied with his work he proceeded to take a step back in case he gets a punch as a reply, well he knows he deserves it.

“I feel you need to smile more, just sayin’ .”

[xaoc-iv]

⨳ T’was vexing to deal with the god of death. There was a lack of comprehension for the act he displayed. Was any of this necessary to say the least? Calloused hands reached up to feel the drying pigment on his face; washing such ignorance off his skin would be a pain.  Crimson eyes went to glare at his perpetrator. This wasn’t time for fun and games.  “Get this off of me right now.” 

[xaoc-iv]

@legendarystarwarriors​ || RNA Starter Call: Drinks for two 

⨳  Presumption made it only a short amount of time for the boiling sensation of irritation to slither upon his complexion. Damn this job he forced himself to part take in. Damn the children who gave him more than he can chew. Matters had made it worse for the demon when realization settled of the age group he was to teach. To avoid such convoluted obstacles, he took up a higher level of teaching.  A horrid decision that turned out to be.  Question after question, it was a never ending stream of confusion and wailing of pre-adults who couldn’t comprehend the basic notion of calculus.  “Fuck this,” was the hissing noise of the math professor’s displeasure. Papers were thrown down onto the coffee table in front of him. Without much thought, a hand grabbed for the nearest possible drink and brought it to the distressed demon’s lips. Funny how a composed creature such as himself can make mistakes.  When cup and skin separated, red eyes glanced over at the sitting professor next to him who as well had been grading papers. “...This was yours wasn’t it?” 

[vegetablies]

[metroidinfusion-deactivated2017]

"✎"

Meme | Satus: Accepting!

Dark Pit is too cool for color.

[condomglitter]

Saving Bairn

Meet Bairn. This past winter, he showed up at our grandparent’s house, and has been hanging around (mostly) ever since. Bairn is sweet, loving, friendly, and slowly becoming more and more tame as time goes on. Issue is, Bairn is also a tomcat, and he is not the biggest kitty in the bush. He disappeared a few weeks ago and came limping back with a hole torn through his ear, cuts on his face, forehead, and neck, and much thinner than he had been before. None of this has affected how trusting and loving he is, though; when you crouch down to see him, he crawls right into your lap for snuggles and love. Pets get dropped off at the end of their road all the time, abandoned in the bush by people who don’t want to care for them any more. Although we’ve looked to try and find someone who will claim Bairn, no one will step forward, and as much as our grandparents would love to take Bairn into their home, they cannot. Although Pa has been treating him for worms and ear infections for the past few months, he still has a number of medical issues that must be dealt with before he can be taken into a home, a few of which we may not even know about. He needs to be neutered, he needs to get checked by a vet, needs his vaccinations… And although I can give Bairn a home, I cannot afford the costs involved with his first few vet visits. It is a large expenditure that I simply do not have the extra funds for right now, but I fear that if he stays outside much longer, something could happen to him. There are foxes, bears, dogs, and other stray cats to contend with, and while Grammy and Pa are doing their best to care for him in their shed and garage, Bairn needs more. He needs to come home. So, I am asking all of you for help. All of the money donated will go directly to bringing Bairn to the vet and making sure that he is as healthy as possible. We would get him neutered, vaccinated, deflead, dewormed, microchipped, treated for whatever issues he may still have with his ears, and treated for anything else that we may not know of.

We would like to do this as soon as possible; I am not sure how much longer we can risk leaving him out there. It would mean so much to all of us to be able to take Bairn in, to keep him safe and healthy, and to make him a part of our family. Any help that can be given for us to do this would be greatly appreciated. 

Our Gofundme page is here for anyone who would like to donate, and if you can’t, simply sharing this post would mean a lot. Thank you – So much Caly, Meg, Grammy, & Pa

[kur0seriku]

[xaoc-iv]

                                     Destroy.

                                                Destroy.

                                            Destroy them.

                                        Destroy everything.

                                                                              You don’t need them.

               They’re vermin,                                     traitors,                                                                  foul little leeches.

                                       Disgusting. Pathetic.

    Kill them all.

                                        Wring their necks.                           Drain the juices from their corpses.

                                                                   Make them suffer.

                                Break them once and for all.

[xaoc-iv]

your writing style is very intimidating D:

〖 WHAT NO. Don’t be intimidated its low-class gibbrish. 〗

[xaoc-iv]

@fatumpugnator​ || Starter Call - Royal Nintendo Academy 

⨳ Never had it been hard to spot his relaxed figure positioned comfortably on one of those wooden benches that decorated the campus grounds. Many of his students, as well as members of his clubs, knew this fact. Silent as he was, an outsider may assume his social skills were in a lower level, but that wasn’t the case.  Chaos enjoyed a good read, and a good read meant a safe-haven of tranquility and the lack of boisterous children running amok. It was nature itself that caused him to unwind, for nature was the mother of all.  In the midst of his novel did he take note of a familiar voice. A voice of a certain student whom he very much was proud of. Over the span of almost two years did he see improvement of her ability, and just like any teacher to a student, he enjoyed watching it.  “Lucina,” a low voice gently called out to the female, his hand somewhat raised in a sight waving-like manner. 

[xaoc-iv]

@yatonoryunoko​ || Starter Call - Royal Nintendo Academy

⨳ Little attention did he give to his sparring students; his face stuffed inside the dreaded literature known as Hamlet. Yet for an instructor such as himself, there was no need to keep an eye on the group before him. Each possessed their own skill, each having the ability to knock another down. Or in other words, free play consumed their lesson.  “We’re switching it up.”  The blissful cease of clashing swords; foil, epee, and saber, signaled the lax instructor his students had ears. Only they knew the rage he would install upon them if they continued their actions. Chaos despised repetition, and if he ever had the need to repeat a certain instruction, especially one for students to stop at his immediate voice, no one would have escaped unscathed.  “Kamui, step up.” Saber in one hand and mask in another, he found himself face to face with a student of his. “Would you enjoy to indulge yourself in a one-on-one with me?” 

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@reflectionofthehero​ || Starter call - Royal Nintendo Academy

⨳ Much to his dismay the lack of skill the dark angel displayed did not exceed his expectations. What a disappointment he had grown to his eyes. Where did the notion of which Pittoo would have been a prodigy come from? T’was perhaps his own imagination. His own, as one would say, self indulgence. He wanted the boy to excel selfishly because, lets just say, Chaos found a younger mirror of whom he saw reflected his previous personage.  He waited for the right time. The right moment for this needed confrontation. It wasn’t until after practice did he catch the male. No, he wasn’t to publicly announce this for one might accuse him of favoritism. Although, this exactly might have been that dreading case.  “Pittoo, a word?” 

[qinoza]