*dies From Cutness Overload* Oh My God??? How Perfect Is This???? Just Think- If Fates Hadn't Been About

*dies from cutness overload* Oh my god??? How perfect is this???? Just think- if Fates hadn't been about making the ultimate dating sim, we could have gotten UNIQUE children. It would just take a bit of cut and paste editing, tweeking opacity on layers... everything fans do, companies with paid employees and far more resources could do faster and almost as well. But noooo, that would take time away from them making uwu waifus...

Shura Kana

GIVEAWAY!!!

⭐⭐⭐⭐GIVEAWAY!!!⭐⭐⭐⭐ Hi there everyone, it’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these and since I’ve hit another follower milestone, I think it’s time for a giveaway! The winner will get one (1) booster pack of Cipher cards like the pack pictured above (pack contains fifty cards) AND will be able to request one (1) fic of their choosing, to be written by me! ⭐⭐⭐Rules for the fic!⭐⭐⭐ - I won’t be implementing a word count because I tend to way overshoot them anyway. However, it WILL be a standard short story length. - I will NOT write the following: * Incest * Rape * Abuse * Paedophilia * Gore (if in battle, exceptions will be made) * Torture * Murder (again, exceptions can be made for battle) * Furry or bestiality - I WILL write the following * Fluff * Angst * OTP’s or pairings from any fandom I’m familiar with (so I can accurately portray the characters!) * OC’s or original stories based on OC’s (with enough detail provided to work with) * Smut (tastefully) * Anything else, so long as it doesn’t violate the above mentioned topics on the will not write list. Due to the fact that I work full time, I will take at least a week after the give away to finish your fic. If research is involved, that time frame will be longer. You can decline to have a fic written if that isn’t something you’re interested in! ⭐⭐⭐ Rules for the Giveaway!⭐⭐⭐ To enter, like or reblog. Each reblog counts as another entry! - YOU MUST BE A FOLLOWER - You CANNOT make sideblogs just to reblog this, you won’t win as it isn’t fair for others! - Again, likes and reblogs count each time they are done. You may reblog as often as you like, but please don’t spam your followers! - MUST be comfortable giving me an address or PO box to send this to (I’m not going to save it or use it again, don’t worry!) - International followers (outside of the United States) CAN enter but any import taxes and some of the shipping costs would fall to you (shipping costs past $20 USD would be covered by you) </p> <p>- Giveaway will run until September 25th at 5 P.M. eastern standard time. Winner will be chosen at random! GOOD LUCK GUYS!!

Reblog if you have an original story!

I’m not talking about fanfictions or AU’s based off of a video game/comic/TV series, I’m talking about a story with a world and characters that are YOURS and YOURS alone.

My beloved Joe pulls that dress off much better than Nikki.

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Holy crap, it's Nerr in a nutshell, especially Birthright/Falling Light Nerr.

Takumi looked, eyes eyes wide with fear, at the still twitching body beside him. The massive axe the berserker held could have severed his unprotected spine with ease. His gaze darted to the woman scowling at the corpse.

"Y-you saved me..." At once, Nerr's crimson eyes flashed at him, her lips twisted in disdain.

"No, I didn't."

"You pushed me out of the way."

"Only because you were standing in the way of what I was trying to stab, you fucking burden! You're always in the way!" The young prince glared at his sister, his ire returned tenfold. If he hadn't seen her actively move him aside, he would have sworn that she had been the one who attempted to kill him. She looked the part, every inch a Nohrian devil in her black armor. Ryouma stepped between them, perhaps sensing the tense atmosphere begin shifting in a violent direction.

"That's enough, you two. Takumi, see to your wounds. Nerrida..." He turned towards his younger sister, and she looked away from him, nose in the air as she crossed her arms over her bloodied breastplate. The high prince would not be detered. "Deny it all you want, sister. Your actions speak louder than your sullen, foul-mouthed words. They speak of one worthy of being chosen by the Yato--" Nerr whipped her head around so fast she heard her neck crack.

"Stop it. Just. Stop. Because I swear to the gods, if you keep going on about this "Chosen One" nonsense, you won't need to worry about Garon because I will personally burn Hoshido to the ground." She backed away from him, arms spread wide, mocking. "That's what I'm going to choose. What are you going to rule then, huh, jackass? Where're your rousing speeches now?" She turned on her heel, stalking away and muttering under her breath.

"Idiots..." Only Hoshidans could make her feel bad about doing something good...

Instead of spreading terror and despair across the land, a Black Knight becomes a reluctant hero when it turns out only he can prevent the world’s total annihilation. His only consolation is being as rude as possible to every person he saves.