thecalamitywitchalessandra
thecalamitywitchalessandra
Alessandra Cross: Calamity Witch
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"Maybe if you beg I'll show mercy! Mm... just kidding". Fandomless OC No artwork belongs to me unless otherwise stated. Face claim: Kar98k and Iws 2000 from Girls Frontier Tagging: thecalamitywitchalessandra
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We're all on the simp train today! I can't even!
Don't be shy, you're making me embarrassed too
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Imagine all of the insufferable oscar bait quarantine movies that are gonna come out in a few years, about a husband and wife forced to stay home together, and slowly learn to actually love and appreciate their spouse.
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Tension melted from her body as she took a seat on the helicopter. Her side stung. The magic was starting to pour back into her, and the throbbing in her head dulling. At this point, they could leave the town and the remaining people in it to the other battalions that would help with relief and fortifying. She couldn’t care less. Alessandra was reeling, ecstatic even, from their victory, a small bit of her revenge relieved, and she had ended up embarrassing herself. Kissing Sullan just in the heat of the moment... Lips pressed together in an effort to keep herself turning red. What did she do? Surely this would make things awkward, or worse. Why did she need to be so rash about such things? One of the only things her teacher could not properly teach her... Perhaps she should make up something, an excuse, say it was an accident... Ah, he hardly was an idiot and probably wouldn’t buy it no matter how well she acted. With a deep inhale, Alessandra closed her eyes, giving the opportunity to rake her brain. 
With little to no complaint, Alessandra was ushered to the medical wing. The bullet in her side was taken out, and she was properly stitched up. She wouldn’t be able to move properly until she could it entirely with magic. Getting slowed down by something like this after such a victory, could not be allowed. Perhaps the only good coming out of this ordeal was that she could rest for a moment without being pestered too much.
Waking an hour after, the witch went to put on a fresh set of clothes that had been folded at the corner of her bed. Getting back to the bunker she was greeted with drunken chatter and laughter. “Hm, I guess they couldn’t wait much longer,” Alessandra sighs as she places her hands in her pockets. Perhaps she should enjoy herself as well for a little while. 
Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}
The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….
Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?
Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.
He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.
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People need to stop getting so offended. Can we not just enjoy things?
So here's the post that could destroy my page.
First off, Charon is my Second Favourite character after Konro and has been for a good year.
I've seen a lot of people get angry recently that Shinra referred to Charon as a gorilla and many are taking this to be a racist slur.
I, personally, do not believe it was meant in that context. Please let me explain my reasoning, I don't wish to fight or argue, this is something that's been bothering me and I would like to put my understanding across.
Can I just give one observation? And I am by no means defending this at all and many people have pointed out how this is so inappropriate.
However, Captain Obi is often referred to as a gorilla, many times, Maki is also referred to as a gorilla, many times - mostly by herself.
I'm hoping beyond all hope that when Shinra called Charon a gorilla, this was meant to imply his brute strength and size - because they don't get much bigger or finer than my boy, Charon - rather than a racial slur.
Maki gets the impression people think she's a 'gorilla cyclops'. This is because she is a muscled goddess with amazing strength.
Obi is called a gorilla by various people, mostly Hibana, and again, this is reference to the fact he is a huge, buscle bound Himbo body builder. Though Hibana seems to think he's all muscle and no brain.
Charon is one of the largest character designs, he's huge, he's full of muscles which protect his soft heart from damage - he's such a worry wort for Haumea.
He is also very strategic and dangerous, Charon is a real big hitter and well respected by his peers despite his sometimes annoying habit of asking endless questions (which I think is cute).
I got off track a bit but in conclusion.
It is my belief that when Shinra called him a gorilla it was in the same context as when Maki or Obi are referred to as such - A big, muscle bound force of nature. I honestly do not think this was a racial slur.
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when sissy asks vanya how she got those callouses on her fingertips & violin music starts playing in the background
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“None of us are supposed to be here, right? I mean, what if it’s us? Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?”
The Umbrella Academy | 2.05 - “Valhalla”
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when even the one shared braincell can’t help you
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We're adding Mami from Rental Girlfriend to this list!
Whose more hated?
Rachel from Tower of God
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or Malty from Rising of the Shield Hero?
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Man someone is going to have to clean all this up once this war is over. Food limbs everywhere! Oof
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depression comix - 455 - View Site - My Patreon - Buy Me a Ko-Fi
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very sexy of all the crown of candy characters to be pro revenge, none of that “if we kill these people we’ll be just as bad” bullshit, they’re all in for killing the people that fucked them over and it’s gonna be great
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are we about to kiss right now??
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“Come now. I can’t say that I did that for your best interest. It might have even been for my own amusement” she purses her lips at the thought; if that was the case it would make her no better that those old witches. “I think you give me too much credit, but I’m glad I can give you some entertainment” she smiles. "Everything is secure. This is a victory for us" she says. Her hand raised to her forehead, without the adrenaline her headache was coming back full swing. "It looks like everyone will be celebrating tonight. Hopefully they won't cause me any trouble." A nap wouldn't be too bad for awhile. 
Moving her hand from her forehead to her cheek, Alessandra took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she walked though the front doors of the mall. Although, him not saying anything afterwards wasn’t helping... She could shot herself right now. But, she wouldn’t want to make her impulsive whims to be looked at too closely! What did she do? No... this wasn’t helping at all; overthinking all this was making her heat up.
“Commander! Everyone is cleared out of the mall. All targets eliminated.” Lieutenant Smith exclaims while landing. “No casualties on our side. Everyone is ready to leave. Both of your injuries...”
“We can deal with them when we get back to base. We're alive that's all that matters. Mm,” Alessandra have a nod. “Let’s go. I think it'd be cruel to postpone festivities any longer” She waved her hand signaling to head back to the helicopter.
Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}
The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….
Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?
Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.
He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.
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