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Post by Gabriel Fidel on Mar 5, 2013 16:33:52 GMT -5
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝Can you see the world?❞ WORDS 587 TAGS Llewellyn Avery STATS HAN: 10, REI: 10, HAK: 7, SEI: 9, BUK: 7, HOH: 12 | [atrb=vAlign,top] Maintaining Peace In Different Ways "Disgusting" Llewellyn couldn't stand trannies. The heavy amounts of make-up, the manly bodies, the skimpy clothing; what wasn't there to hate? He could understand why the religious people in America s didn't want them to marry. They looked like clowns, and nobody liked clowns. Trying to take his mind off the men, he looked at the women, and they was even more horrendous. The women looked like men, and the men looked like women. Is this what the world was coming to? This doesn't feel worth saving. He was spending a week in Poland, and they just so happened to be having a parade. It was what he thought was great luck. Since he was out on a walk when he came across it, it seemed only logical to check it out, but it turned out to be this. THIS. What was this mess of glitter covered freaks in brightly colored spandex? What kind of parade was this? Pushing through the endless crowds of fairies, Llewellyn finally came across a booth that didn't look as menacing as the others. Sausage tasting booth? What's harmless in hanging around a place with food? Sitting at the booth, he looked around at his surroundings. If these people acted like real people, he wouldn't mind them. Llewellyn never cared who anyone slept with, and who they claimed to love. All he cared about was how you were, and how you acted. These people parading around in these silly costumes were less than appealing to him. Why couldn't they act more like human beings? He was pondering the habits of the people around him, when what he assumed was a man came up to him and decided they would be bed mates. The monstrosity covered in heavy make up was commenting on his 'beautiful silvery hair', and Llewellyn couldn't help but get annoyed. His actions were less than acceptable. Even though he's hanging out at a sausage booth at a gay pride parade, that doesn't mean he's gay. There was no need for him to assume he was, so the flirting was not an option. The flirting, which would have been bad even on a normal day, was horrible to say in the least. This thing with a blue wig and sailor uniform that shows off it's muscular legs was acting as if Llewellyn wanted him, which was possibly as far from the truth as possible. Llewellyn couldn't take it. The annoying giggles and unnecessary touches would make anyone crazy, but he had to keep to his moral code, and continue rejecting him as nicely as possible. The only problem was he wasn't getting the hint. He had enough of this monstrosity. If he couldn't get the hint to leave, then he'll make him. "I'm sorry to ruin your fawn party over me, but you're honestly not my type. If it weren't obvious over my ignoring you, Could I make it obvious now? No person in their right mind would want someone that dresses the way you do. Try to look respectable before approaching someone, and don't act as if you own everything. It's rude, and only brings out the horrid qualities in you and your flawed personality. Never try to act like someone must be interested in you, it only made me find you even more repulsive..." Llewellyn continued on and on with his lecture, until the man was in tears and hopefully questioning his life's decisions. Feeling satisfied with himself, he decided it was time to leave the sausage booth. | | |
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Mar 6, 2013 15:50:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 29px 0px 0px 10px; border-radius: 8px 0px 0px 0px; border-left: #FF0080 8px solid;] I | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 25px 10px 0px 0px;] ts a cruel cruel world to face On your own OH LIGHTS ARE ON EVERYONES GONE THE PRINCIPAL OF NATURE IS TRUE BUT ITS A CRUEL WORLD |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #FF0080 8px solid;] █ TAGS Virgil Devilry █ WORDS 864█ NOTES Don't be shy TwT
It was so festive! There were colors and songs and dances! Everyone was having such a grand time. Smiles were plastered on the face of men women and some that not even Virgil could tell the gender of. They were so talented at getting in touch with their inner females or males it was just impossible to tell what they were. The men were beautiful with soft skin and long flowing blode hair as their dresses hugged their bodies of near flawless female forms. The women were tall and built with defined bone structres and their hair cut in the latest male fashions as they dressed in classy male clothes. Poland never let anyone down. Among these such talents was Virgil. He might not have chosen his feminine look on purpose, though his choice of pink hair ribbons didn't help, but he would have definitely fit into this crowd. These people couldn't see him though. At least a majority couldn't. Perhaps a few gifted with some kind of power would take notice of the performer but it was unlikely that he'd stand out in their minds. While he loved parading about and making a spectacle of himself going up and flipping across a powerline that would only be noticed by a few, who would probably be deemed crazy for seeing things that others didn't , just wasn't something he wanted to do. Everyone was already happy enough. He didn't need to make them smile. He just needed to enjoy himself in the overall thrilled mood of the parade. Of course not everyone could be so happy. There were a few downers here and there who just happened to be in the area. They were those people who always looked down on the people like this. They were the same people that had pestered Virgil while he had been living. As he walked along with the parade he could look around every few minutes and spot one of them with appalled faces as they gazed on the happy crowd who seemed all but deterred by their nasty looking faces. While it was annoying it was just a give in that they would exist. One of these people stuck out to Virgil though. He was standing by some booth where he picked up the lovely scent of meat. He looked like the kind who would be here. He was really pretty if Virgil were being honest. However from the moment he saw him, the man just gave off a bad vibe. It was then that he suddenly turned to a man who had been speaking to him, a rather annoyed look on his face. Virgil was close enough to hear and he found himself stopping in his tracks, just staring. Was this guy really being so cruel? It made sense to the togabito now that the human was here only by accident, probably drawn in by all the noise or just trying to find some food. Though to Virgil that little fact gave him no right to turn and snap into a harsh lecture to the man that was making a simple mistake. He even made the poor guy cry! It just wasn't right. Now Virgil knew why he had gotten such a disgusting aura from the man. He carried himself just like some goody goody that was far too involved in the church. It was no wonder he was so pretty. The church liked their boys that way didn't they? There was something else Virgil could tell about the man as he paid more attention. He had some spiritual power. He'd be able to see Virgil. He'd even be able to take the full effects of a really good punch if Virgil saw fit. It was a tempting plan though perhaps a bit too much for now. Do instead he ground his teeth together, imagining his canines tearing into that pale flesh and ripping it apart for a rather dull tasting meal, as he walked closer. "Oi, oi. That wasn't very nice at all" he sighed out, regaining his composure. Even to someone like this guy he needed his smile. It wasn't something he had much control over anymore. "I do think you could have preached to him a little bit nicer don't you?" Virgil stopped a few feet ahead of the man, crossing his arms over his chest and sway on his feet some so he could stick his hip out. He wasn't one to really flaunt about his feminine figure all that much, but if it meant making this a bit more amusing he was all for it. Not everyone he ran into was some one he wanted to make smile. "Why don't you just let yourself enjoy the festival some neh? The priest waiting for you to be ducked down under the podium will surely forgive you if you go have fun with some one else" he sounded so sweet as he was saying such mocking words that it was hard to tell he was trying to get on the man's nerves. He even gave a soft giggle after, smiling like he always did. Who could be mad at such a pretty face? MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( x) |
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Post by Gabriel Fidel on Mar 8, 2013 2:15:33 GMT -5
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝Can you see the world?❞ WORDS 464 TAGS Llewellyn Avery STATS HAN: 10, REI: 10, HAK: 7, SEI: 9, BUK: 7, HOH: 12 | [atrb=vAlign,top] Maintaining Peace In Different Ways Well wasn't that something? He was disappointed in how he handled that situation, but was there any other way? His other hints weren't taken, so how else could it have been done? Probably in a nicer way, considering he just yelled at someone in the most homophobic manner at a damned gay pride parade. He was sure someone was going to follow him to his hotel room, and jump him. No way to avoid that mess, so he may as well just take it and let them get it over with, whoever was coming after him will probably get bored with his limp, lifeless body soon enough. Maybe he'll luck out and no one will come, or maybe he won't be so lucky and he'll get gang raped by a horde of polish cross-dressers with obscenely large purple dildos. He shuddered at that thought. Was he torturing himself in his thoughts as a way to repent for his actions? Most likely. He was secretly looking around for his possible assailants just to see what he would be dealing with, when he heard someone speaking to him. The tone of this person's voice was questionable. Was he deliberately making himself seem like an asshole? This girl- no wait. He had to take in where he was currently at. It was definitely a boy. This boy was talking to him in such a rude way, but with how he acted, he supposed he deserved it. He had no fighting intentions, and if this person wanted to harm him, so be it. "It's true. I could have gone about that in a different way, but there is no changing it. Nothing we can do about it, now" Llewellyn sincerely smiled at this person, and hoped for the love of everything good and evil that it wasn't going to be in the horde of rapist cross-dressers. Wait- person? Llewellyn got a sense that it wasn't exactly a person he was dealing with. No it was something not at all human. The way he carried himself with feminine arrogance should be a clue as to what he is. Something not human, and he was talking to it in the open? No one else here was likely to see it, and that could be used to his advantage. If they thought he was crazy, then his previous behavior could be counted as excusable. He continued to talk to the thing, which by the looks of it probably came straight from hell. "I was trying to enjoy the damned festival, but some people can't take a hint. Anything else to add? There is a priest waiting for me, or more specifically, my mouth" He winked while finishing his sentence, hopefully returning some of the spoken venom to the red haired man. | | |
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Post by Luka Crosszeria on Mar 12, 2013 11:29:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 29px 0px 0px 10px; border-radius: 8px 0px 0px 0px; border-left: #FF0080 8px solid;] I | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 25px 10px 0px 0px;] ts a cruel cruel world to face On your own OH LIGHTS ARE ON EVERYONES GONE THE PRINCIPAL OF NATURE IS TRUE BUT ITS A CRUEL WORLD |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #FF0080 8px solid;] █ TAGS Virgil Devilry █ WORDS 528 █ NOTES --
Virgil gave the little church boy a moment to look him over. He could tell he had begun to make the mistake that so many before him had. It seemed Llewellyn was beginning to learn a little lesson about just what he was surrounded by though. When it seemed the human made the connection Virgil was rather pleased. Instantly he shifted his weight so his hip wasn't sticking out like some prostitutes. His arms uncrossed, hanging at his sides now, thumbs hooked under the fabric of his belt. This new position certainly did give him a much more male air even if he was undeniably pretty like some lady. He much preferred this though. He didn't like to think of himself in that much of a girly way. Lucky for him the pretty human was quick to catching on. Another thing he noticed was a second look of understanding. Perhaps he had figured out the Virgil was someone who couldn't be seen by nearly any other human around. Llewellyn might have figured out that he wasn't a resident of Poland, but instead somewhere he'd hate to be in even more. He was a togabito, a demon sent straight up from Hell. This guy really was a quick learner. However Virgil didn't expect any reply in return to what he had said because of this fact. It was downright crazy to talk to things that 'weren't there'. He couldn't deny the fact that he was even more slightly surprised by the come back he got in return to his mocking. It seemed like this human was just out to spite him the same as Virgil was. He narrowed his eyes at this, not exactly happy about it. He could feel every drop of venom dripping from the male's words. And he was supposed to be a good little boy with soft hands and even softer lips? That was becoming a bit less like it was the case now. "My, my, don't you have quite the bitter tongue" Virgil commented. recomposing himself as his smirky, cocky look returned. He stepped forward, brows furrowing as if showing some form of pity. "You've spent far to much time using that mouth hm? The bad taste is starting to rub off into your speech" he sighed softly, acting like he actually felt bad about whatever he was making up. He shook his head, reaching out to place a hand upon the man's shoulder. "You know that you can say no to him right? Or maybe you've fallen in love with him instead of the Lord. Thats no good little church boy" he waved the finger of his free hand in a lecturing way, almost like mocking what he had done to send the man from before crying into the crowd. Llewellyn seemed like one who was dead set on heavy lectures. Weren't most nearly all religious people? Virgil could easily keep throwing the little mistake in his face. He wasn't above it. He was from hell after all. It wasn't like he had much reason to feel bad for things anymore. If he ever did die he'd be sent straight back there anyway. MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( x) |
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Post by Gabriel Fidel on Mar 18, 2013 0:18:06 GMT -5
[newclass=.in01]width: 120px; background-color: #000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 14px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: center; padding: 5px; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,435,true][atrb=vAlign,top] ❝Can you see the world?❞ WORDS 350 TAGS Llewellyn Avery STATS HAN: 10, REI: 10, HAK: 7, SEI: 9, BUK: 7, HOH: 12 | [atrb=vAlign,top] Maintaining Peace In Different Ways What a bitch. There was no other way to explain this man's attitude. He was just a bitch, and probably for the sake of bitching, granted Llewellyn DID just insult someone to the point of tears, but maybe this hell bastard could try to see from all points of view. Or maybe Llewellyn should try to see from the togabito's point of view? He probably just came here and looked around just to see the insults flying from Llewellyn's mouth. Now that he thought of it, it seemed like he was the asshole. The other being didn't see him trying to calmly say no and trying to reject the man over and over only to snap in the end. It sucked being in the wrong. What was this harsh exchange of words for anyways? Defending the honor of a man with no shame left? This thing needed a stern talking to, but Llewellyn didn't think he would be in the right to lecture it at this moment. They needed to be on better terms, so he could slowly pick at his flawed attitude and try to fix it. Yes! That's what needed to be done. He needed to fix the situation. Nothing can happen if they're still on bad terms. Even if the other man wanted to go on with his life and leave on bad terms, it was still something. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Llewellyn let out a sigh. It was time to do this. "I'm sorry about my attitude. It's obvious you didn't witness the whole scene. I looked like a complete jerk and my previous statements only helped with that. Let's try to settle this differently?"He moved towards a less popular area of the parade, and motioned for the togabito to follow. If they were going to talk things out, why not settle it at a cotton candy stand? Everyone loved candy, and even if the togabito couldn't eat it he could still smell it. If it smells nice, then it's okay. The aroma of the area would probably even out the mood, even if talking couldn't. | | |
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