Ahahahah!! They Look Both Really Cute With These Clothes!! C: They Remind Me Yugi Of Yu-Gi-Oh

Ahahahah!! 😂 They look both really cute with these clothes!! C: They remind me Yugi of Yu-Gi-Oh 😍

Soooo long time ago (I think it was September 1999, JK it was last year) I made this sketch of egypt Akura-ou and Tomoe. For me Peachsan was of course my Pharao and Tomoe kinda reminded me of Anubis. Hope you like it! I think about drawing it again and colour it that time, because its just in my sketch book

Akura-ou ❤ His outfit looks amazing 😍

SOMEONE HELP ME CHOOSE WHO TO COSPLAY FROM KAMISAMA KISS

DO I COSPLAY AKURA-OU

OR TOMOE’S DEMON FORM

Uhuh 😍😍 He's so adorable ❤😇

Look at him

He’s such a stupid dork I love him

Hey. My ex girlfriend is dying from cancer.

Her treatment has failed and she can’t afford it. I give her every cent I can spare, but I’m broke too. Her prescription is only 250$ for a 3month supply, and I’ve already given her 150$. Will you please spare a few bucks to help her afford her pain meds?

paypal.me/meagansreed

If you cant give anything, please spread this around. I am begging you. Please help the girl I love afford the medication she needs in order to function. That’s her own PayPal, not mine, by the way. Please.

If you’re European, in a couple of weeks you will be denied any and all access to fandom contents on Tumblr and everywhere else on the internet. Here’s why.

On June, 20th the JURI of European Parliament approved of the articles 11 and 13 of the new Copyright Law. These articles are also known as the “Link Tax” and the “Censorship Machines” articles.

Articles 13 in particular forces every internet platform to filter all the contents we upload online, ending once and for all the fandom culture. Which means you won’t be able to upload any type of fandom works like fan arts, fan fictions, gif sets from your favourite films and series, edits, because it’s all copyrighted material. And you won’t also be able to share, enjoy or download other’s contents, because the use of links will be completely restricted.

But not everything’s lost yet. There’s another round of voting scheduled for the early days of July.

What you can do now to save our internet, is to share these informations with all of your family members and friends, and to ask to your MEP (the members of the European Parliament from your country) to vote NO at the next round, to vote against articles 11 and 13.

Here you can find more news and all the details to contact your MEP:

https://saveyourinternet.eu

Also, sign and share this petition:

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We have just a couple of weeks to stop this complete madness, don’t let them dictating the way we enjoy our internet.

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Here I am!! ^^ I'm very sorry for my extreme delay, but I had different things to do... Anyways, as I promised, I tried to summarize the text! :) I hope it's decent!

Twenty minutes had passed since the two men and I had left the village and got moving in search of the thyme leaves.

The road we were walking down was winding and full of traces of ambiguous nature both along the trunks of the mighty trees that made up the thick forest and along the muddy and gravely path. At a certain point, among the aforementioned traces, I even noticed several times what seemed to be real blood trails.

"There must have been a clash in this place" I said to myself. In the meantime, I was hearing behind me the mutterings and comments of those who had the task of guarding me.

"Oh, Laurence! Judging from the mess, I think that here there were the..." Martin said, continuing to point the machete against my back to induce me to proceed without distraction.

"Oh yes, my friend. Pff, those heretics pigs! I’m starting to think that the punishments inflicted on those of them who we have captured so far are not perhaps sufficient. They deserve much worse, if not the worst. That freaking motherfucker who in the past was always so respected by Papa and naive fools like us must have started to seriously provoke us, you know? The other day Marta even told me that those scumbags had tried to tempt one of our women. I do not remember exactly who he or she was, what is certain is that from the moment they began to embrace the faith in the wicked, they have decreed their condemnation!"

"Yes, you are right. But good or bad I see that thanks to the holy words of Papa and our Lord, everything seems to be better. Three days ago, five of those apostate wankers were properly burned. At this rate, I suppose we will be able to destroy them all soon"

Although concentrated during the search for the thyme, I was able in one way or another to follow their conversation and get some ideas about the topic.

I had to admit that even though I had never met them in person, the heretics seemed to be very dangerous and cruel as I had always feared. In fact, in addition to the sight of the trails of blood, I was starting to remind myself of those few occasions in which I had been deeply disturbed, furious and full of resentment by hearing about the atrocities (especially rape or attempted sexual assault of some women of our village) committed by the satanic cult led by our former chief deacon Val.

After all, how could I not be indignant by imagining such terrible and inhumane acts?

And while I was deep in thought of this kind, I kept walking with quick steps, but I never accelerated too abruptly in order to avoid arousing certain suspicions or seeming uncertain about the quicker direction to take to reach the thyme leaves.

However, despite not too much time had passed, one of the two armed men behind me was already starting to complain.

"So, how much longer?" Martin asked, obviously annoyed by the fact that we had not yet reached our destination.

I tried as far as possible not to lose my temper and calm.

After all, I still had two weapons pointed at me, which although they were not usable with the aim of killing me, they could have hurt me in the case I’d made a single small wrong move.

After grinding my teeth almost beastly, I replied (apparently confident): "Not too much"

My first roleplay with @ask-the-heretic :D I hope the beginning is not so awful and trash xD

DISCLAIMER: This roleplay strictly contains adult contents (violence, blasphemy, foul language, sex scenes etc.)! If you feel uncomfortable with these themes or you’re underage, don’t read!

It was already late in the evening when, just a few minutes after taking a break from my most recent work of embroidery to an old and long dress of my mother, on the other side of the entrance of my house someone knocked on the door and screamed out.

“I’ll be right there!” I exclaimed, trying to prevent the owner of the voice from losing too much patience and not going through his head to force the lock or knock down the door. I had these thoughts because I remembered perfectly that in our village it was not rare to witness episodes of this kind, especially if lazy people and in general those who didn’t have not so fast reflexes were convened by Papa or by other authorities.

Fortunately I had never been able to end up in such unpleasant and embarrassing circumstances, although I could not deny that I repeatedly found myself with my heart in my throat and with an uncontrollable desire that all of this would end as soon as possible. This was due not only to the fact that in general I appreciated much more the moments of serenity and quietness, in which the concentration during the study of the Knoth’s gospel and during my work of embroidery was actually possible; but also because deep down I had fed a persistent and dilanent feeling of uneasiness every time I realized that someone important in the village urgently needed me and my healing concoctions.

In fact, even though I knew that I was doing my duty and that I was contributing to helping those who would lead us to eternal salvation, I promptly received a heartbreaking and terrified feeling in my heart and chest.

Terror to make mistakes in my procedures and to unleash the wrath of Papa.

Fear of ending up on the gallows.

Anxiety to the only idea of hearing behind me the insults and curses of the men of the village and to hear their wives calling me “Satan’s whore”.

It was because of this series of reasons that I immediately left the wonderful pink dress of my mother in the chair on which I had sat three hours before, I tied my hair in a long pony tail and covered it with an ash colored scarf and then I run at the speed of light in the direction of the front door, which I opened a moment later.

In front of me, a middle-aged woman I knew rather well, of small stature, and with her hair tied in a braid spoke to me in a broken and panting voice.

“Oh, here you are!”

“What’s up, Virginia?” I asked.

“Papa is feeling bad! He has a terrible headache and we all are afraid that he won’t be able to speak for the mass tomorrow! He then ordered me to tell you to bring him one of your healing plants right away! ”

For a moment I stood on the edge of the door and stared wide-eyed.

I immediately thought about the possible reasons for such a pain, but given the gravity of the situation, I remembered that there was very little time to reflect, so I focused all my hopes on the plant that I thought to be one of the most effective in cases like these.

“I understand. I’ll immediately go to check if I still have some thyme ”

“Hurry up!”

At that point I went back into the house and rummaged in all the drawers of the kitchen and in every corner of the living room shelves.

I usually kept each shrub in small glass jars in these rooms of the house to recover them as quickly as possible in case of need, but unfortunately I managed to find everything except the plant that would have been necessary to Papa to feel better.

I panicked.

“Holy shit!” I murmured, filled with an increasingly anxiety and terror. My hair was in a pitiful state, and on top of that, I had even forced it to tighten around the back of my neck in a vain attempt to hope that the thymus was not really finished.

Moreover, by dint to search and search again, I inevitably ended up ransacking the entire kitchen and the entire living room and so I almost exclaimed “It’s not possible!”.

In the meantime, to further complicate matters there was the shrill voice of my neighbor Virginia, who, judging by the words she had begun to pronounce, was about to get nervous.

After all, that was how it worked at Temple Gate: when it came to the health and safety of our prophet, it was perfectly legitimate to expect waves of panic among all of us and angry outbursts among those who felt closer to him, especially whenever we could not identify right away specific solutions to his health problems and so on.

“So, did you find the thyme?”

At that point I could not find another choice.

I realized that it was necessary to tell her that unfortunately the best plant I had to relieve the migraine was over, so I ran back to the front door and I confessed to the old woman (who was still standing at the base of the steps in front of the door): “I’m sorry, but I finished it”

“What?!? You’re joking, right?”

“No, but I …”

“Do you realize the gravity of the situation? Now everyone’s in a big trouble! “She exclaimed, drawing the attention of some people in the proximity, who were obviously intrigued and approached her to ask for further explanations about the matter.

One of them in particular, with dark, grizzled hair and with two-slit eyes screamed and pointed the finger at me: "Ah, so you do not have the right herb to treat Papa! Shame, shame! Lurid apostate! Someone warn Papa of such impiety! ”

At those cold and sharp words and at the sight of some people who had gathered around my house and of Marta’s grim gaze accompanied by some executioners (ready to intervene at any moment), I immediately began to cold sweat and perceive the more increasing intensity of the beat of my heart, the latter seeming to be about to escape directly from my chest or my throat.

Fortunately it did not take long to elaborate a remedy to all the mess that was created and by tightly clutching the hem of my dress I shouted: “No, no, wait! I can still help Papa! Please, give me a chance! ”

“And let’s hear, what would you do?” The man next to Virginia asked.

“Exactly, speak!” Exclaimed another.

I sighed heavily before answering. I was really afraid that nobody would take me seriously.

Besides, I missed the most important ingredient for the infusion that Papa Knoth would have to drink to feel better. Could I ever have sinned greater when I forgot to go to supply me with new daughters of thyme before the worst happened?

In any case, I lost no more time and so I loudly announced: “I intend to go to the forest personally t and get the plant for the infusion!”

Marta, who a moment before had started talking to one of the executioners in the ear, said with her usual hoarse voice: “Insolent girl … Do you really think you can remedy the immense sin you’ve committed with this intent?”

“I beg you! I swear to God, to Ezekiel and to Knoth, that I will be back in an hour with all that is necessary for our beloved Prophet to recover! What I need is not far away from here at all and I am sure that I will do my duty in the best possible way! ”

At that point almost all the people who were in front of me and those who until a moment before were mumbling and threatening me, began to talk to each other in an extremely low voice. I could not make out what their next intentions were until one of the hooded-faced executioners approached me with a dagger in his left hand.

I moaned in terror and backed slightly.

“What are his intentions? Oh God, have mercy on me! "I thought, my face more and more on the point of becoming pale as a sheet and wet with sweat.

Perhaps there was no longer any hope for me.

Resigned, I looked down and waited for the next moves of the man, who in the meantime had arrived in front of me.

He only said these words: "Are you sure of what you’re saying, woman?”

Surprised, I exclaimed: “Yes sir, I can swear to Lord that I have full knowledge of my responsibilities, but please, let me go and look for the thyme leaves. In this way, the sooner I leave, the better it is! Papa needs me now! ”

Marta, who seemed determined to pursuing her cause and find every excuse to be able to get me back to the wall, listened carefully to what I was saying and snorted continuously.

Meanwhile, the executioner, whose expression was unknown to me (given his permanently hooded face), examined me with the dagger in his hand.

I remained with my face lowered for a while, until he announced to Marta: “She seems sincere”.

The woman kept the same expression, but what comforted me the most was the fact that she had lowered her pickaxe, thus seeming less threatening.

With my heart in my throat, I raised my eyes in the direction of the terrifying individual in front of me, but without losing too much demeanor to avoid losing credibility, I asked: “So can I go now?”

At that point, Marta seriously intervened and said, raising her arm: “Wait a moment!”

Then she pointed the first two men who had come there after Virginia’s arrival and she ordered them: “Laurence, Martin! You will keep an eye on her into the forest! If she doesn’t find what she said within an hour, bring her to me”

The veiled threat of Marta was too palpable and I tried, although I was still terrified, to stay calm as much as I could.

Besides, I was more and more astonished by the fact that even if I had finally seemed credible in the eyes of many people, Marta went on to doubt my words.

She was indeed Knoth’s eye, so capable to eradicate the Satan’s seed and all that was ambiguous and sinister within our village before they started to spread.

Meanwhile, Virginia raised her eyebrows and Laurence, without hesitating for a moment, nodded and said; “With great pleasure. With us she will do everything right”

“Exactly. And with God’s help, Knoth will recover and go on with his grand work of purification of our rotting flesh” said Martin.

“Very well. Follow her and make sure she finds that plant! God loves you, God loves you ”

After saying that, I felt forced to go near the two men (who were both armed with a machete and a knife), so that they could constantly guard my every single movement.

Keeping my eyes fixed on the muddy ground and with Laurence and Martin behind me, I began to walk, hearing them pushing me to pick up the pace as quickly as possible, since Knoth’s headache did not seem to be faded.

“Hurry up, my child” said Virginia, greatly worried.

At that point, I nodded and breathed a heavy sigh before finally moving away from the group that had gathered and from the angry Marta’s expression, who had never ceased to stare at me.

Meanwhile, one of the two men asked me, with inquisitive eyes: “Tell me, where is this plant exactly?”

In order to avoid reproaches and threats of various kinds, I said: “It is near the lake. We should not take long to reach it”.

After saying this, I really hoped that everything went right. I would not have wanted to find myself spending a night with two very disquieting and armed people.

“God help me” I murmured.