I get out of class at 9:30 PM on Mondays (CST).
I want to just write about something that’s becoming increasingly common in my feed.
But before I head off to sleep I wanted to do a short little piece here on what I think about “smut”.
I think about smut on a public forum the same way I think about pornography on a public forum.
I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t want to see it.
If I wanted to read about people porking, I’d go to http://literotica.com/
Do me a favor and take intimate RP’s to a private locale where I won’t see them…
Or don’t, that unfollow button is itching to get used.
I have no patience for people who don’t act considerate of others.
Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ Hᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ Hᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs! Tʜᴇ Hᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ Hᴇᴀʀᴛs Sᴛᴀғғ ʜᴀs ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ sᴛʀɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀs, ᴛʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴍᴀɴ-ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ sʜᴀʀᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ R&R! Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ!
Wᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴs ʟᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴡᴏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs. Oᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀss ɪᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ Mᴏɴᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ! Tʜɪs Mᴏɴᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀsʏ! Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ “Nɪɢʜᴛ Oᴜᴛ” ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ!
Bᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴀʀ ʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀʀᴛʏɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴇᴅ RP ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs!
The Tsviets Leader found his gaze latching onto a certain chocobo hairstyle wearing brute. This was the accomplice to the one who bore Chaos within his very being. Though based on his sword alone, Weiss knew this was a member of SOLDIER. Former, member. . rather. A great deal of disgust coursed through him. As he was now reminded of how the Restrictor and the rest of Shinra attempted to control him. A raging white tired bared the fangs named Heaven and Earth. Both fully functional gun-blades. Giving him twice the arsenal, with a single weapon than most people. And he was no stranger to holding it up to the memory of a lone wolf.
A devious grin lacing his jaws from nearly ear to ear. Hues that matches the life stream glimmered. A sign of preparation. Now, he wished to see the same light in his foe. Before he had the pleasure of taking it away. Permanently. But he did muse the other with a response worthy of his time. Nothing that could make him seem like his dreaded Sephiroth. And surely not that fool Hojo. Something unique to him and him alone.
"You expected that little light show could kill me? You’ve no idea what you’re dealing with then. . " A great deal of arrogance spoken through his tongue quicker than bullets shifted into their slots. His stance changed slightly as his blurred like moments insisted he was a threat to not be taken lightly. "And if you feel I should be gone…then make it happen." Was the final statement he head to offer. Pins clicking with their barrels loaded. As a snicker seemed to be the last faint of sound to escape his lungs. All before the males white hair became a blur worthy of being called pure. An insulting method of attack followed suit. He approached in a manner that seemed like he was rushing head first. Pulling his blade from below and going upward, he pulled the dust and debris along. Allowing him to splice up something to act as a distraction behind the attack he mustered to begin with.
Only for something more sinister to develop. This beginning the lovely display of violence.
The dirt was ground beneath hardened leather boots. Cerulean eyes narrowed upon Weiss, and the sentinel released a sigh into the cool night air. He bent at the knees and readied that gargantuan blade. He leaped into the fray driving his blade forward. With his weapon now parallel to the ground it clearly gleamed under the moonlight, reminiscent of a wolf baring its fangs.
Cloud didn’t move forward; He shot forward. Following a sound like thunder dirt and rubble were thrown wildly into the air.
A blur of black and silver crowned with gold carved its way through the air; lightning in echo of the thunderous charge.
The steel blades’ tip audibly howled as it tore through the wind its tip searching for its mark.
It took little more than a simple kick to the earth to re-position himself above Weiss, he’d hoped the immaculate would be impaled and ripped in half with the two sudden movements. Even if the blade didn’t find its mark the wind and dirt in his wake would batter Weiss, leaving him open.
'You're being optimistic…'
If it did, Cloud hazard’ a guess Weiss could weather the blow.
Weiss was no Sephiroth but it would take more than a solid blow to the chest to send Weiss back to the life-stream. Perhaps hoping the rising motion he took in flourish would end the fight quickly. but he doubted it.
No Cloud knew better, even if Weiss was impaled, and even if the Climhazzard found its mark.
The immaculate would press on, that was the problem with Silver Haired Demons.
They were too damn tough to kill…
I’ma learn to treat everything I write equally and not occasionally put out shit-tier posts.
….but that day is not today.
"With Oogie? We’ll have to be careful. Pete’s supposed to be a coward, but I don’t know anything about Oogie Boogie. Do you?"
He turned his eyes back to her where they lingered for moment before he shook his head in quiet response.
To further press the matter he brought his index finger to his lips urging her silence. Through dust and ruined wood Cloud worked himself, how he passed that sword of his so quietly through the terrain was impressive. He was alarmingly quiet, each step soundless save for the brushing of cloth against pieces of wood jutting out towards them.
His eyes cast themselves to his right and through the ruined wall he was hidden behind he spied their quarry.
Pete, the cat, was standing surrounded by Heartless. They were like a lake of black and far more numerous than Cloud cared to engage.
They wouldn’t be able to fight through them in time to ensure Pete’s capture.
Those Cerulean eyes searched the room and then he saw it. Oogie Boogie, the bug-stuffed bogeyman, was sprawled out on his back in a glass case. While Heartless came along and deposited bugs into his cage.
Cloud looked to Aerith hoping she saw the significance of this.
"Alright!" She was getting a little annoyed with with him lately, but she stayed close to his side as they made their trek.
He lead her quietly into the manor he could hear raised voices. He crept quietly wary of each and every shadow he passed. It was odd to have not been swarmed by Heartless by now.
”Pete’s up ahead…for sure…" Cloud admitted readying his blade.
She looked back up once more and then turned back to him, a pout on her face. “He could have left at anytime. And I did not take that long! There is no way I’d jump from that height.”
He let out a long sigh and kept walking as she spoke. They were wasting time talking like this he readied his sword for what may came.
”Hurry up…" He urged her, making his way up into the ruin of the Tree-House-Manor.
She glanced over the edge down at him. Aerith was not an athletic person, but she was cautious. The leap down was quite a distance. It made her nervous, “Um…right. My turn?”
The flower girl wasn’t as reckless as to just jump in. Instead she’d try her hand at climbing down. It wasn’t an easy feat. There were no certain hand holds or footing as she made her way down, and debris often got in the way. At one point the maiden misplaced her footing and slid down the side some before regaining her hold on the crater, “Okay…I got it…I can do this.”
By the time she reached the bottom she was exhausted. She stood near Cloud, bent over slightly with her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. After composing herself she looked back up towards the top. A smile graced her face. She was quiet proud of have gotten down by herself, “That wasn’t so bad. I think going back up may be trickier.”
He stood with arms crossed over his chest. An eyebrow raised as she finally finished her descent.
He stared at her with a large degree of seriousness.
”Pete might have gotten away…" He chastised. "Jump next time…I’ll catch you.”
"Well, if Pete isn’t here we just make Oogie tell us where he has gone," As optimistic as she was, Aerith really didn’t want to go into that crater to look for them, "But…you go on first Cloud."
"Aren’t you just Heroic…"
He plunged headlong into the crater leaping down a great distance. His feet found the earth with a loud crack. He could feel the ground give under the weight of his fall, perhaps the weight of the sword he carried.
He looked up at Aerith.