Результаты поиска по запросу "don't look at them"
Судя по всему Faux решил попробовать себя в анимации:
"Looks like Trixie found The after dark after dark…"
"Looks like Trixie found The after dark after dark…"
I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do?
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do?
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you
(a knock on the chamber door)
Luna- come in.
Aurora- hello auntie.
Luna- what are you doing here shouldn't you be in bed by now.
Aurora- I know but I just wanted to ask you some thing before I sleep.
Luna- go on.
Aurora- can I see it one more time.
Luna- my child are you not board of looking at it you have possibly seen it a hundred times already.
Aurora- yeah but it makes me giggly every time I see it PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE.
Luna- (sigh) very well.
( luna stands up, her horn starts to glow, a magic aura surrounds her stomach removing the illusion of a slim tummy revealing a 4 month baby bump)
Aurora- SQEEEEEEEEE its so beautiful.
Frenzy- you know luna I wish you wouldn't use your illusion magic to hide it.
Luna- I know dear I don't want to ether but you know what canterlot ponies are like I just don't want them to fuse over me because im with child
Luna- come in.
Aurora- hello auntie.
Luna- what are you doing here shouldn't you be in bed by now.
Aurora- I know but I just wanted to ask you some thing before I sleep.
Luna- go on.
Aurora- can I see it one more time.
Luna- my child are you not board of looking at it you have possibly seen it a hundred times already.
Aurora- yeah but it makes me giggly every time I see it PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE.
Luna- (sigh) very well.
( luna stands up, her horn starts to glow, a magic aura surrounds her stomach removing the illusion of a slim tummy revealing a 4 month baby bump)
Aurora- SQEEEEEEEEE its so beautiful.
Frenzy- you know luna I wish you wouldn't use your illusion magic to hide it.
Luna- I know dear I don't want to ether but you know what canterlot ponies are like I just don't want them to fuse over me because im with child
Кто поставил Великую Воительницу в Кольчужном бикини в такое не ловкое положение вы можете узнать из предыдущего поста. И продолжение следует, очень скоро вы узнаете станет ли Лайла домохозяйкой или вернется на путь воина.
Как только Крааз вошла в дом своей подруги, она обратила внимание на то, что они все еще не построили последнюю стену. Озуры. Они не способны, что либо закончить, подумала она.«Привет!» сказала она, как только вошла в плетеную дверь. Внутри дома было меньше беспорядка чем обычно; большая часть детей играли где то снаружи без надзора, те что постарше пасли скот и обычно они проводили ночь за оградой дома.
Очень уставшая Лайла стояла, привалившись к стене, держа двух детей на руках.
«Крааз! Рада тебя видеть! Ты просто спасительница!»
-Войдя в дом Краз помахала в знак приветствия старшему озуре, который смотрел на нее удивленно.
По правде сказать, они не очень любили гостей. Крааз проигнорировала его и подошла к ее подруге озуре, забрав одного из детей у нее.
«Твои дочери?» Обычно она начинала с комплимента о том какие красивые детки, но она всегда думала что Озуры очень уродливы и их дети не были исключением. Бедные Озуры, такие уродливые орки, что они даже не выглядят как положено орку.
«Дагна и Нагда» сказала Лайла, представляя их. Нагда, в руках Крааз, перестала плакать и с любопытством посмотрела на орка.
«Так, почему я твой спаситель?» Крааз спросила, осматривая молодую озуру в своих руках
"Я не знаю как с ними управиться! Они плачут и плачут и они никогда не перестают плакать!» сказала Лайла, качая ребенка в своих руках слишком быстро. «Как ты со всем этим справляешься?»
«Разве обычно другие девушки не помогают тебе с такими вещами? Разве племена Озур не созданы для таких вещей, правда?» Крааз спросила.
Лайла закатила глаза «Мамаша Джоел сказала что она слишком стара для этого дерьма, Викки не помогает вовсе, потому что говорит что вернулась только для того, что бы уйти!»
«А что на счет Геезх и Блугх?» Краааз спросила о двух других Озур Племени; Геезх была главой касты работников озур, и так же являлась матерью большинства детей бегающих по дому, а Блугх была воином как Лайла...
«Один молодой Озура похитил Геезх и она была настолько очарована им, что теперь живет где то в деревне с ее новым парнем, который в двое ее моложе!»
«А Блугх?»
«Судя по всему она пала в какой то схватке или рейде на границе или где то еще. Никто не знает точно.... И поскольку стало на две озуры меньше, Окса теперь даже не видно в доме, он ищет новых озур в племя! Никто мне не помогает!»
Крааз посмотрела в округ и конечно же она увидела Викки только что вернувшуюся с работы из фруктового сада около дома, помогающею с одним озуренышем. В это же время Мамаша Джоел готовила ужин, одновременно стирая одежду, приглядывая за другим озуренышем. Она усмехнулась сама себе.
«Над чем это ты смеёшься?!» Требовательно спросила Лайла
«Тебе следовало увидеть как ведут себя дети орки, а ПОТОМ жаловаться! Крааз сказала с улыбкой
«Они дети орков»
«Дети НАСТОЯЩИХ орков.» Крааз поправилась «И на самом деле трюк очень прост.»
«Правда?»
«Правда. Ты просто должна утвердить свою власть. Дать им понять кто у руля!»
Лайла недоуменно посмотрела на свою подругу зеленую орчиху. «Как?!»
«Это лучший из советов по воспитаю орчат! К примеру, если дитя плачет, оставь его плакать сколько ему вздумается, пока она само не заткнется. Видишь? Доминирование. Не они решают когда они едят. ТЫ решаешь! Это единственный способ вбить в голову маленьких орчат немного уважения!»
Пока Лайла думала, как дать понять Краз что ее совет вовсе ей не подходит, одна из озурок слонявшаяся рядом, подошла к Лайле и выпалила:
«Могу я подержать малыш?» спросила Озурка с любопытством. Лайла нахмурилась:
«Нет, Когда ты в последний раз держала ребятенка ты ее уронила!»
"Я хотела увидеть отскочит ли он от пола!»
«Конечно же нет!»
"Теперь я знаю! Но.. умеют ли дети летать?»
"Ты НЕ СПРАВЛЯЕШЬСЯ с детьми!» заворчала Лайла на нее.
«Пока Пока!» раздался голос у выхода из дома. Лайла оглянулась назад и увидела Викки - другую озуру семьи, из касты рабочих серых орков уходящую из дома... в ее кольчужном бикини!
"ЭЙ! ЭТО МОЕ!»
"Я просто одолжила его, что бы сходить за покупками!» сказала Викки
«А ВЕРНИ НА МЕСТО!»
"Остающимся дома Воинам права голоса не давали!» Вики сказала убегая. Из за криков Лайлы, Дагна и Нагда опять заплакали, сильнее чем прежде.
Лайла вдохнула. Она не была создана для этого! Она предназначена для великих свершений! Например стать величайшей Воительницей в Кольчужном Бикини!
Their Stories
"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
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They Talk Too Much
"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
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They Still Talk
"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
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Take Them Please
"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder
"Hey young lad. You're just passing by that poor giant's body and you call yourself a gravekeeper?"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
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The Protectors
I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.
And they never fxxking shut up.
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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales
"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
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Manga Style Necromancy
"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
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"Your Move, Old Man."
"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
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Necro-man
Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
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Starved Pistol of Diliworth
Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
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Hellblade
"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"
"Arfwgerraworf"
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You Must Fly
"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
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One is Gone
My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
"It was raining. Pouring, really, because of course it was. They don't have the guts to attack us in broad daylight. That's why the crews are usually mixed - we have better night sight, unicorns have magic. Where was I...? Oh yes... We were both soaked to the bone, but we kept watching the sky, firing shot after another, the gun shaking with recoil -"
"Hang on, recoil? Doesn't it fire laser or something?"
"What's a... laser?"
"It's... well, basically, a really bright, concentrated beam of light."
"That sounds like something the Princess would use."
"Hm, yes."
"But... no. The projectiles are actually something called 'plasma'. It's kinda technical."
"Plasma? Plasma of what? It's red, so maybe nitrogen from the atmosphere... But how do you even feed enough energy into that thing? You'd need like... a star or something! Not that a laser would be much better, when I think about it. The waste heat alone should torch the whole gun -"
"Hey! Look, I don't know all the details! I aim, I correct, and I shoot. The spotter is usually the one powering the gun, and doing most of the maintenance. All I do is 'Hold this here' and 'Don't touch that!'."
"Right. Sorry. I just thought I'd learn something really groundbreaking."
"I get it. Heh. You unicorns are all the same when it comes to these things. All I know is that it's something to do with the channeling crystals. It takes time to charge them up, and they eventually stop working all together. Just go find a group of spotters in a pub, and they'll ramble your ears off with environmental factors, cool down periods, recharge times, magic flows, ignition energies... Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap. Where was I?"
"It was a dark and stormy night?"
"Right! It was a dark and stormy night..."
"Hang on, recoil? Doesn't it fire laser or something?"
"What's a... laser?"
"It's... well, basically, a really bright, concentrated beam of light."
"That sounds like something the Princess would use."
"Hm, yes."
"But... no. The projectiles are actually something called 'plasma'. It's kinda technical."
"Plasma? Plasma of what? It's red, so maybe nitrogen from the atmosphere... But how do you even feed enough energy into that thing? You'd need like... a star or something! Not that a laser would be much better, when I think about it. The waste heat alone should torch the whole gun -"
"Hey! Look, I don't know all the details! I aim, I correct, and I shoot. The spotter is usually the one powering the gun, and doing most of the maintenance. All I do is 'Hold this here' and 'Don't touch that!'."
"Right. Sorry. I just thought I'd learn something really groundbreaking."
"I get it. Heh. You unicorns are all the same when it comes to these things. All I know is that it's something to do with the channeling crystals. It takes time to charge them up, and they eventually stop working all together. Just go find a group of spotters in a pub, and they'll ramble your ears off with environmental factors, cool down periods, recharge times, magic flows, ignition energies... Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap. Where was I?"
"It was a dark and stormy night?"
"Right! It was a dark and stormy night..."
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