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DMC OC

So a friend wanted to do a Devil May Cry RP, I was up for joining in cause she and I don’t RP much. This poor creature was born. It is said, Artists put a piece of them into each painting. Their Love, Their Joy, Their Hatred, Their Regrets, Their Desires, Their Lust. Bata Laila, was made by such an artist. Her portrait was started years ago, her father, painting what he sought of for the perfect woman by appearance. He spent over ten years working on, scraping and re-birthing the same painting over and over. The portrait consumed him, putting every last bit of energy he could spare into it. Never was it finished. He had passed during a session. He was off work for over a week. Not once did he stop to eat or drink. He died, finally having her form down. She was as beautiful as he could have wanted in build. His untimely death though; left her with white hair, uncolored, with skin as pale as death. She was, haunting to look at. Her eyes, perfectly drawn, showing sadness and regret within.As if mourning the loss of her father. It was at his funeral, she appeared for the first time, dressed in cloths that she had found among his belongings, a dress that she was tailored to fit. It was black, covered in Roses and thorns. A mourning dress. With out word, Bata moved to her father, planting a kiss on his forehead while her family questioned who she was and why she was there. Not wanting her to destroy his name, she was chased out. The girl simply vanished, and when her family sought her painting to sell, as, while in complete, its haunting nature had to make it worth something. It was missing. There was only a blank canvas where it stood days ago. They sought it and the girl, she had to have taken it. No where could they find her. They gave up. She though, she was alive, searching for someone to finish her. Though, the only being that could was her Father. She was his Desire and Lust, his child. Bata did what she could, she knew nothing of the world, only that it was scarier then it looked. It was during a cold night, snow and rain falling that she would stumble upon a man. A Man dressed in red, fighting a beast of death. He was in trouble and she did the only thing she could think off. She threw the closest thing she could find, a piece of iron. It was, quite light to her, and it pierced the creature's side, not by much, but enough to force it to take it's eyes off the man in red. She realized her mistake. Before the man or she could do anything, she was torn limb from limb. The beast died by the man. Something was wrong though, she had awoken, in the man's care. The world was colourless and her hearing higher. She sought him out, asking what happened. He did not know, but then again, having Ink for blood was something he did not expect ether. Her blood with the 'Deamon's', As he called it, seemed to have awoken a dormant power she had. What ever that was, she did not like it. When she saw herself in the mirror, she looked more human then the ghostly beauty her father had left her as. Her hair was not ghostly white ether. She could see the change in shade of the grey and black as it went down her hair. She did not like the hair, her ears, that twitched. Her father did not give her those. Nor did she like the tail she had. She was no longer his daughter, she was something else. Someone Else's child now. She hated it. She wanted to kill herself and burn her home, the painting that she had carried with her. The Man in Red did not allow it. Something about, she needed to live and continue to be his daughter and grow up. Or don't. It mattered little to him. He really only cared about her peeing on the carpet and eating his food for free. Which, she ended up doing, both of them. She never had eaten before. Nor had she had to use the bathroom. What ever happened that night, she was more alive then what she was then. Maybe, she is a painting that is finishing itself?

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Oichi AU

ALRIGHT WHO LET ME PLAY SAMURAI WARRIORS 4!? https://pastebin.com/wAd8dns8 This is the child. A Mixture of an Old Story I had with a bunch of new things.

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Laura Howlett AU

So, I know I’ve been Awal with the writing. Kinda behind and just been focusing on Ranked in League and failing at it. Anyways, While I been playing I started listening to Comics on Youtube and found out the new Wolverine is X-23. Okay neat. X-23 has a daughter. Okay, now I’m listening. Her daughter is just the cutest little thing! 

Anyroads, you’re not here for me fangirling over Gabby. You’re here for another bad Fan-fic / AU!!

https://pastebin.com/A9H11HuQ

Here it is! What if Laura was the original Logan! I need to expand on her time in the weapon X program! I’ll do that after some RPs with her!

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Just a small A/U Post

For some reason I got back into loving to play Syndra in RPs. (At least my Variant) So I thought I would go ahead and drop this here. Its just her Lore Altered to  suit my Verson’s back ground.

http://pastebin.com/rdxDmMXp

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Picture made by a friend! Freljord Poppy! You can expect to see her in the second Poppy tale I am working on. You might see Mjölnir, you might not.  Anyways! Just two more days on her art sale!

Take a chance and try for one! Only ten dollars! http://endlessistudios.tumblr.com/post/153893508511/syrae-universes-christmas-chibi-sale-you-heard

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Lunar Lament Link

One of my first Fan Fics short stores. It stars Leona and Diana. http://pastebin.com/6WR7EGbJ

I’ll BE editing it later after I print it up.  (Need a printer for that)

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Meet Blind Guardian

A little bit about her (Aside from the fact she is a walking talking Metal Band and Student.) Her name is Blind Guardian. She goes by B.G. For short. She is a Two handed Weapon Yordle from a school of heros or something. Do not give her a weapon of a hero. Bad things happen around her. Do not give her Coffee. It makes her Want Snug Snug. Do not ask to see her battle Axe. It's shy. Do not Remove her Collar. She likes it. Do not attempt to understand the Coffee. No one under stands it. Do not Give her Sugar. She easily gets sugar highs. Do not poke the Butt. It breaks bones and kills people. Do not give her Royal Crown Cola. It makes her Drunk. Do make Blind Guardian Jokes. Puns are nice. Do have fun with the fact she is Blind. Do Remind her of the Sea. It soothes her soul like Rock and Roll. She Will be making an Appearance in the Poppy Stories at one point. Otherwise, You can catch her on F-list under the name Might be The Hero. She can be found in The Fountain and League of Legends in. Her base form is the Dwarf From Class of Heroes, Available on PSN for 20$

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Type 2 Diabetes.

The moment I heard those words from the doctor, I felt defeated. Devastated and depressed over the whole thing. And none of my family helped me feel any better. They shrugged it off and told me to accept and adjust. It didn’t help me feel any better. It made me feel worse everytime they told me to get a snack, go get soda, only to say “Sorry, I forgot” It hurt me so. I wanted to sleep my life away and accept that things will never be better for me. I cried two whole days. On my days off, I cried. And the next day, I was at work, trying to handle what I felt.

I was angry. Not any anyone in general, but at myself. Because I did this to me. I didn’t moderate what I eat. I was 280 pounds at the start of the flipping year. That picture on the left? That was from a convention I went to back in 2014. I ate whatever the hell I want, I did whatever I wanted. And look where it got me.

So instead of accepting it, I fought it. I’m still fighting it. Day three of being diabetic, I changed my diet drastically. I dropped all of my sugar intake. Soda? Gone. Candy? No more. The real fight was the pasta and rice. Instead, I made most of my sugar-intake meals sugar free. I removed most of my carbs, my starch. Unlike my family who cares less about their diet and life, I decided to turn down a different path.

I hated the fact that I’m diabetic. I loathed the idea and rejected the concept. But, it didn’t stop me from ignoring it like it didn’t exist. I didn’t accept, but I followed the rules.

I started exercising more by no longer taking the elevator, walking up stairs. I walked around the complex. Second week, I started adding more exercises. Jumping jacks. Situps. A bit of Yoga. Anything to help work my heart up.

September, I weighed around 270 roughly.

November, I’m now around 240. Two-Fourty. I’m astonished.

It’s almost December, I’m now able to accept that I am diabetic. I don’t like it, but I’m accepting the fact that I’m diagnosed with it. But now, I’m considerably less tired. I’m more active. I feel less defeated and more accomplished about what I’m wanting to do with my life. This is me now on the right. I’ve lost thirty pounds in two months.

This is coming from someone that was recently diagnosed with type 2 Diabetes: It’s possible. It’s possible to make a difference, to take what you know and use it to change yourself. I’m an example of it. My reason to get in shape was not because of looking thinner, but to try and reverse an illness. I’m doing it because of my health.

Please, let me be that motivation for you to make a difference. Don’t let diabetes be permanent to you. Make the chance, take that first step. Even if it’s just walking up the stairs or around the complex. Even five jumping jacks a day. Even if you don’t go to the gym. You can do it. You just need to take that first step. Listen to music, use something to help motivate you. To drive you forward to accomplish the impossible.

Please, those who have diabetes you have to keep trying. Don’t find it moot. Don’t find it silly or stupid. Don’t find it pointless. Your health is important. Not to me, a nameless person, but to yourself.

Use these words to push yourself to the limits. You can do it and I believe in you.