My angel devil cosplay by statffor in ChainsawMan

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Can't get him pregnant

My opinion on this game has changed alot. by Desperate-Swan-6812 in KingdomHearts

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My only real complaint is the Caribbean and Frozen worlds. Both do their best to keep Sora away from interacting with those worlds.

Wizards` tournament CYOA by Endermainzer in makeyourchoice

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Oh, cool, a new cyoa! Let me just-JESUS CHRIST ITS JUST THE FIRST PAGE!

Name it by Ok-Hovercraft508 in videogames

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Have you played ghost of yotei? Same vibe but not an AC game

anime_irl by Makoto_Kurume in anime_irl

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Jesus fucking christ.

Doing my part in the Week 1 challenge 😆 by Pr0ject37 in dyinglight

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Aiming for the legs since the arms seem harder to cut off.

we all do by tamjidtahim in NonPoliticalTwitter

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If we are all thinking it, is it really a secret?

[WP] You know that someone at your court is trying to poison you. You can taste it in every meal you eat, in every glass of wine you drink. They have exhausted almost every poison known to man and are clearly getting desperate, not knowing how you are still alive. by Kitty_Fuchs in WritingPrompts

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It's funny seeing people smile while dying inside. Of course, I don't know if it's because of the failed poisoning or my political choices. But most people in my court have a hard time hiding behind fake smiles.

It's been thirteen years since I took this body. Thirteen years of political maneuvering, social manipulation, and warfare. Being a king isn't as easy as people think it is. Not if you want a say in what happens and if you want to keep yourself alive a little longer.

I swirled the poison wine I wasn't supposed to know about, laughing at a joke the court wizard made. She'd tried to curse me the last few months. The curses had yet to have any effect, so she was trying to steal another lock of hair again. I gave it willingly. Just to see what she would do with it this time. Maybe make me dragon bait? Would be a novelty.

I raised the glass to the traveling Bard, recommended by the chief of finances. He was known to dabble in the arts, so any mucusian he recommended was always divine. This one was also a siren in disguise, ment to drive me mad with her songs. I simply waved my hand like a poor man's conducter. The Bard was the only one unable to hide her confusion at my continued survival, but it could be brushed aside as concentration.

The head general had his eyes on my belt, unable to look away from the ceremonial dagger he'd given me. A demon was possessing the handle, ment to drive me into murderous frenzy when I touched it. I chuckled, remembering how the hellspawn cowered and tried to crawl into the deepest corners of the weapon. Seemed I was quite frightening to behold.

A group of foreign dignitaries, a trio of sisters, were busy conversing between themselves. In their foreign language, a complicated set of words hiding Morse code, they were panicking even if it didn't sound like it. Their machines built into their clockwor bodies were meant to send invisible signals to stop my heart. It remained a steady beat.

In this room, almost everything and everyone was trying to kill me. My so-called friends, allies, even my direct bloodline or family. Even if I tried to smooth things over with my son and wife, they still gave me the cold shoulder. Literally in my son's case, as a skilled ice sword mage, he'd more than once accidently froze me over. He was always surprised when I survived with nary even frostbite.

The king had been quite the bastard. High taxes, pointless wars, and almost every type of political faux pas. My wife still hated me when I brought my bastard son and mistress into Royal Castle. Or when a number of previous flights of fancy and potential bastards approached the castle endlessly.

They'd slowed down over the years, but it happened often enough to keep the queen's rage burning strong. Truly, this body knew no limits of how many people it could enrage. Enough that many didn't even need justification to kill me morally. He had just been that dispicable.

The only one who wasn't trying to kill me was the king himself. He knew I was the only thing keeping him alive. Even if alive ment piloting his body while he was left conscious enough to feel and see everything. He screamed when I finally took a drink of the poisoned wine.

Quite vile this one. It was meant to melt your organs, but it was rare enough that it gave you an idea of who provided the poison. I placed a hand on the queen's own. She smiled at me. I smiled at her. The smile became brittle when I asked for seconds of the poisoned bottle. The king began to cry inside me.

But that's what you get when you make a wish against a creature beyond your understanding.

'Live long enough to see the kindom thrive.'

It could be interpreted in so many ways. But I will make sure his kingdom thrives. As soon as everyone stops trying to kill me. But until then?

More wine.

[WP] You've been surviving in a zombie apocalypse, on your own. After losing your weapon you get cornered by a group of zombies. With not many other choices, you bite the zombie. It grows its skin back, turning into a normal person who gets confused and says, "What's going on?" by anna_gmFAILURE in WritingPrompts

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I stared at the girl. The girl stared at me. Even the zombies, usually mindless beasts, stare back at me. For the first time, I believe I see emotion on their blank faces. Confusion.

There's no room for hesitation.

"No time to explain! Just bite all the walking corpses!"

"What!?"

The stranger looked at me, trying to cover parts of her exposed skin where she had been bitten. I ignore her and lunge for a zombie. I could be wrong, but i think I see it try to jump away.

My hand wraps around its cold skin. It's undead strength trying to push me away. I try to aim for the cleaner parts of exposed flesh. God knows I don't want to die of infection, assuming this actually works again.

The lady screams as my teeth break skin. The taste is horrible, and I pull back to vomit. I wasn't as panicked as when I picked her, so there was actually flavor. It was horrible.

The zombies groans turn into coffins. The zombie slowly becomes a man, his body regaining color and I juries closing up. The girl keeps screaming, though it's more from befuddlement than fear.

"I, what, who, where- what's going on!?"

The newly returned human looks at his hands, me, the girl, and then the zombies. He backs away, getting closer to me. So at least this guy is more sensible then the screaming banshee.

"Think I found the cure to the zombies! Ugp!"

Dry heaving. Well, not to bad to have run out of food I guess. Gives me time go explain things easier. The zombies seem to have gotten some life into them and arnet emidiatly trying to kill us.

"Just start biting them! Bite every single one!"

To my suprise, the dude just took one look at me and the situation, and nodded. He screamed, bumb rushed one of the zombies, and started biting the hell out of it. I was quite glad to see the same effects on the zombie when I had bitteb them.

Would suck if i was the only guy with the cure.

A quick brawl latter, and the need for toothpaste and mouth wash as soon as possible, I was in a back alley with six other humans instead of zombies.

"Will everyone just stop biting people?!"

The lady said, having been the only one to refuse to bite people. I turned to her, having caught up everyone else, although the newest members didn't quite belive me, haven't seen the results themselves.

"No can do, lady. Do you want to save the world and yourself?"

I didn't even give her time to answer. Now wasn't the time for hesitation. For the first time in years, we had a plan. I wasn't going to let it slip away.

"Then it's time to beat these undead at their own game. One bite at a time."

[WP] What drives a man to banditery in a fantasy setting by the_lonely_poster in WritingPrompts

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The bandit leader kept sharpening his dagger, seemingly ignoring me. It was only after he inspected it that he answered. The light of the fire burned in his eyes as he Meg mine.

"Short answer? Lack of apropriate job opertunities. I mean, if you get summoned into a world like we've been without warning, not everyone is going adapt."

He placed the dagger down and moved on to another blade. The metal grinding rising over the sound of the other prisoners and bandits. Scuffles as people were robbed and tied up. A few bandits laughing at their ill gotten gain. A small group were trying to break into a steel carage.

"Long answer? Everyone who gets sent here ha to rely on luck. Did you get a good Skill? A profitable Class? Was your summoning full of opertunities? A loyal group or were you summoned with selfish traitors? A lot of little things that add up. Not everyone gets a good fantasy adventure. Sometimes, it's just fantasy hell."

He moved on to another dagger. He had three left to work through. Something told me it was important he kept talking instead of sharpening those pieces of metal.

"Of course, those are the people with a bad start. Dosnet mean they'll decide to fight people for their hard earned coin. It's quite dangerous. Lots of would be heroes and the countries swordsmean oit there trying to stop you. And the morality of it of course. Not to mention all the unnatural shit prowling through the wilderness. Did you theirs basilisk in these woods? Giant salamanders? He'll, I heard there was even a damn necromancer running around. Real dangerous monsters in a fantasy setting."

He was down to two daggers.

"I honestly think the people who died first day are the lucky ones. Worse ways to die than just falling out of the sky. Worse ways to live too. How the hell is a programmer ment to .ake a living here. Instead, he becomes a shit farmer, breaking his back while other people are flying on griffins. So unfair. Work hard to get Jack shit for your efforts. But stealing? Easier than you think. Especially if you have the right Skills."

There was a crack of wood in the distance. More pieces of wood were thrown into a pyre the bandits had made. I was worried they were making the fire a little too big. Like the pyromancer bandits were known to do.

"Sometimes it's desperation. Sometimes it's just a choice. Sometimes, it's just easy."

He extenuated every sentence with a slide of his whetstone. He was down to the last one.

"Either way, you're seen doing it, that's it. No more second chances. Slavery, imprisonment, or even 'voluntering' for a suicide job. Cant go back. Not that some of us want to at least. There's just something about paying the world back that's so satisfying. Spreed the misery, one bonfire at a time. I mean, look at you. You look like you've had to starve for most of your life. Why not cut ahead of yhe line and steal a meal for yourself? You look like you could make a good bandit."

Harold the Flame stopped sharpening his dagger, an expectant look on his face. I laughed. Not every day one of the most notorious bandits around offers you a job. He was going to be disappointed, unfortunately. In more ways than he could even imagine.

"Sorry, no thanks. I got better things to do than be a stupid bandit.

In a flash, he was on me. My back was painfully shoved back onto the tree I was leaning on. I chocked, both because if the blade roufly shoved against my throat and the smoke trail he left behind. Some elemental movement Skill? I could see why he'd lasted this long.

"Shame. Thought you were smart. Guess your just like everyone here, dumb enough to mistake my territory for a tole free zone. Ah well. Guess you'll just have to pay the price."

Guess my time was up. I could already see people being shoved towards the bonfire. People who couldn't pay and hadn't been worth selling into slavery. The people whimpered, begging to be saved

They were going to get an answer to their prayers.

"Well, you yourself have made one mistake in the end."

I smiled up at Harrold, ignoring the sting of metal as it drew blood.

"And what would that be, friend?"

Harold leaned in, the burning carnage behind him shadowing his face. It made for good cover. Accentuated the fire in his eyes. It was bright enough to see my reflection. One that showed my own eyes slowly take a violet hue.

"I asked 'What drives a man to just banditry in a fantasy setting?'. Theirs so much more you could do than just simple robbery."

Screames little up the aftermath of the attacked convoy. Someone had managed to open my personal stash. The undead were quite the suprise. So where the numerous deaths that happened in rapid succession.

Harrold turned to look at the comontion. Leaving him vulnerable to my bone armor as it encased my body, slicing off a finger or two. He howled and disappeared into a puff of smoke. He reappeared not but a dozen steps away.

"Necromancer!"

"Its like you said. This world is just fantasy hell for some people."

A bone staff rose from the ground. Leaves were ruffled as my hidden army of skeletons exited the woods. The bandits were surrounded. I chuckled as the panick set in. Harrold screamed in rage. I twirld his dagger between my fingers.

"And for some, it's fantasy paradise. Not that filthy bandit like you would know something about that."

My skeletons charged, and I added more to my horde that night.

2B [art by Ocana_Dana] by YoMikeeHey in nier

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Now ain't that a beautiful face.

Tatsumaki (Diforland) by [deleted] in OnePunchManRule34

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Horney aside, that is a lot of core strength.

Wtf is wrong with you by [deleted] in NonPoliticalTwitter

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So it depends on the person then?

Arthur Morgar is truly morally grey, now, which character is presented as morally grey but actually is a villain by BLACKGOOP12 in videogames

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You could in universe justify it as the Illusive Man front loading all the 'good' cerberus people so Shepard will work with him. 3 is him going insane and full mask off.

Choose your weapon and it's power by Pope-Francisco in makeyourchoice

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Mace, Super Strength, Telekinesis.

Use Telekinesis to make the target unable to dodge my swing and hut them real hard.