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Ehh, sorry to disappear just like that... I got out of my meds for adhd. I started taking today again, still don’t know how much it took effect, but I gonna try to answer the replies I owe...

And try to plot, I wanna plot dammit

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I’m going to sleep now, but I’m so happy! It was a great night.

Good angst rp with xlacroix and also I finally interacted with deathbrcught, which I wanted so much, and I did, wee! //throws confetti

Today was good. Great even.

Gonna sleep smiling~

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The shoot was faint, louder was the body falling next to Qiulong, just like the next ones. Still, the most blustering sound was of their instincts acting up and screaming danger. As more corpse going down, they barely had the time to move their way out of a headshot to just a arm graze.

Qiulong didn’t suspect. It was expected to be a lowkey and fast mission. A small group was what was give to them and now because a minor miscalculation, they were all dead, maybe, it didn’t matter, they were just dead weight now. And the mission still needed to be done.

It wasn’t difficult to easily guess where the sniper where by the direction of the fallen corpses. They put extreme pressure in their legs, not caring for the damage it do nor the pain. No mistake would be aceptable.

Still panic, muffled panic moved like a snake in the back of their head. Gladly they didn't had the time to feel it.

                  Surviving.

Even this instinct wasn’t strong enough to surpass the need to accomplish. So there they go, reading to the direction where the enemy was. They could still finish that, it was okay being alone. They were alone long before now. And Qiulong was still breathing. Alive in optimistic words, which they wasn’t. 

Easily they maneuvered around, their red light almost off, searching in the shadows for the enemy. They found and it looked like he was distracted. No hesitation was made.

Qiulong hand didn’t go to their pistols, but instead they extended their hidden blades. It would be quick. But bloody. They pratically leaped forward, a small cracking sound echoing from the brusque movement, aiming for the back of the target’s head.

      lying in wait while watching their every movement.       he’d never been the best sharpshooter, so it was a matter of picking the best moment and moving once they’d pinpointed his location, which they sure would once the first shots were fired.

          by the look of it they were finally grouping up. he counted seven agents, probably a recovery or reconnoitre team. two without full armor, one with red lights that though dimed out still made him an easier target.  

        one. 

               two. 

                     three shots. two incapacitated, one probably dead. before quickly changing position, being careful enough not to lose visuals on the talon agents. this one would be harder, now that they knew they were being attacked.  acting faster would be better, before they had time to regroup.

                                          one .

                                     two.            three. 

               fou—-! 

                                                  it was about time things started getting eerie.

               enemy shot. the bullet grazed his left arm, and for a few seconds there he lost the visuals, such a rookie mistake but by the time he got back on a good position the last agent was gone from his field of vision. something was muttered under his breath as he scanned the area around the facility with the rifle. only to be disrupted by a creaking sound coming from behind him. 

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“Calm down, bunbun, With great penis, comes great responsibility.”

prankcode replied to your post “"Boy, your body is 75% water, and I’m thirsty.“ //I’m sorry”

"I love doing challenges and would love doing you.”

“Then make it count.”

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idk a quick comic about gérard’s birthday and bad guys being friends

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Send a ✮ & I’ll generate a number ( platonic edition )

or send a number for a hug/kiss 

cheek kiss

shy kiss

first kiss

forehead kiss

gentle kiss

scar kiss

hand kiss

friendly kiss

chaste kiss

spin the bottle kiss

an eskimo kiss

butterfly kisses ( eyelash kiss )

a kiss pressed to each fingertip

a kiss on the hairline

a kiss to the temples

a kiss to the corner of the mouth

a kiss to bruised skin

a kiss on the knuckles

Nose Kiss

Gentle Peck

Eyelid Kiss

Bear Hug

Sleepy hug

Cuddle hug

Unreciprocated hug

“Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug

From behind hug

“Something scared me” hug

The Lift hug

One armed hug

Friendly hug

The emotional hug

Failed hug

Run and Jump hug

Side hug

Comforting hug

Family hug

Hug around waist

Clinging hug

‘’Don’t let go’’ hug

‘’I thought I’d never see you again” hug

Warm hug

Awkward hug

Cold hug

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“You all desgust me...

Keep going.”

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Closed ;; Talon AU || @xlacroix

It didn’t hurt anymore, it didn’t felt more like anything at all now. Just an endless static, and the orders. The only distinct thing there, tangible like a beacon of light in the fog. It was enough to move L̨͠͞͝į̀̕a̸̴̢ǫ̷͟͢͞ on. 

             Wrong.

The error was enough to make them do a slight misstep, sufocating wave of terror emerging from deep within them, but just for a second. The next instant it was back deep down where it belonged, the static getting louder. Qiulong. It sounded right. It... Sounded right. It. Sounded. Right. RiGht.

        Mission. Target.

These two words flashed again, as an order, limpid and stronger than them. It was them. Placating their existence, it, the objective that Talon put on them. Qiulong self always changing and molding, looking for the next reason for being there. 

Breaking and entering and retrieval. The building was a cientific search center isolated in an abandoned area for security and privacy, but it just made it easier for the mission. The target was one of the projects inside it after level 4, some short of new way to keep more energy in smaller creates. Maybe it was for weapons? Whatever the reason, Talon wanted it, and so it was enough. 

Even in the dead of the night, the edifice was lit, the cientists still working full blast. But it didn’t matter, deaths wouln’t be a problem. Liabilities would be wiped out. It was already ordered to wipe anything related to the project, extras would be just a few details more.

Qiulong approached the wall, quickly disabling it. Next second the rest of the group, another four Talon agents, was ready besides them. They all would leap the fence and easily jump for the third floor, after that the mission would trully beggin.

The cyborg stance changed, so they all did. Now.

“ S̡͜ţ̀a̡͜͞rt̛̀͘.”

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I’m at a friend’s house for his birthday, but like it for a starter. We’re just kinda of being lazy and playing no man’s sky, so I’ll be writing they as we keep this pace.

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After an inelegant snort, Liao controlled the giggling, sighing in the end. Level one complete, following to the part two. It would depend if Gérard didn’t completly break the drone, if he did, there still was the option to use the intercom in the man’s room.

To test the first option, they pressed a buttom on an attached square gadget on the control. Just with a click a red light turned on right at right of it and the muffled sound of “I need a Hero” could be heard. Good, it was nice to get their way with the actual plan. 

Together with the music, there also should be a red light flashing on the drone and a buttom beside it. Liao hoped he would realize what to do... Or had the courage to click it.

      the warm weather paired up with the long list of paperwork he had to go over made for a very peaceful combination, one that he could easily lose himself into while also hoping that it would be finished before the evening so he could spend some time with his wife. 

          after the first few seconds of confusion, mayhem and almost falling of the chair twice Gérard was finally able to get that bloody thing down, careful enough not to damage it permanently but hopefully enough for it not to bother anyone else anytime too soon. 

                 kneeled down and started picking up all the sheets that now covered a good fraction of his office, but not without picking up a black pilot pen and writing on the window glass that led to Liao’s building first. 

                         ok, now you have my undivided attention

  this had their signature all over it after all. the other was sure laughing themselves to dead somewhere close. unbelievable prick he was.  

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Oh and there it comes, the pout. Clearly not satisfied by her standarts. “As if I want him to take the prank the right way.  It needs to have misfortune, commotion and tears to be fun!” They said while making faces for each of the three words, so dramatic.

“You’re really a ray of sunshine, sugarplum. It’s just too nice. He’ll just say it’s not his birthday, but who cares, there’s going to be free cake!” They sighed, thinking about it, “but if the balloons instead had that old dickbutt drawing and it was a big ass cake that would pop out... Jesse! Do you think he would agree?” Easily they got all that previous thrill back.

She leans even closer, their noses almost touching as she whispers, “  I think he’ll take it the wrong way if we send him tacos, Liao.  We probably shouldn’t do anything illegal either. He might send someone to actually kill us this time.  ”

Not deterred, she thinks of a new plan. “  What if we fill his office with a bunch of balloons that say ‘Happy Birthday!” she says with a snap of her fingers.  “  And we can convince the people in Blackwatch that it’s his birthday and then he’ll be so confused because everyone’s giving him gifts!  “

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I’m on dcode and still... Can’t find a method to decipher the damn thing

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