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Post by Kei Amateratsu on Nov 25, 2013 13:22:33 GMT -5
So, yeah. I'll be converting my own templates for Jcink as well as a lot of Gil's and like two for Al.
If you have a template that is made specially for you or by you by someone on this site, AKA you didn't get it from a resource site, I'll convert it for you if you want. (Just tell me in the cbox and stuff and I will do it) I'll be posting all converted codes in here.
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Post by Kei Amateratsu on Nov 25, 2013 13:23:15 GMT -5
Kei's template:
[doHTML]<center><br><br><div style="width: 350px; height: 400px; background-color: #000000;"><div style="width:100px; height:100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/vcEvg4P.png); border: 5px solid #ffffff; float:right; margin-right: -10px; margin-top: -30px;"></div><div style="font-size: 13px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: #ffffff; height: 17px; width: 300px; margin: -2px; text-align: center;">I've got troubled thoughts</div><div style="font-size: 13px; color: #ffffff; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; margin: -2px; text-align: center; -webkit-transform: rotate(180deg); -moz-transform: rotate(180deg); -o-transform: rotate(180deg); margin-right: 100px;">And a self esteem to match</div> <div style="font-size: 9px; color:#ffffff; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 0px; float: left; margin-left: 10px; text-align: left;">WORDS: 513<br> STATS: han: 15 rei: 17 hak: 20 sei: 16 buk: 19 hoh: 18 </div><div style="width:300px; height: 320px; background-color: #ffffff; float:left; margin-left: -10px; margin-bottom: -30px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;"> When he removed his huge penis from my marmite motorway, he was pleasantly surprised to see a Mr. Hanky staring back as him. He knew I couldn't wait to gobble the sewer trout off his throbbing quim dagger. There was cock snot dripping from his brie baton and I was wetter than an English summer. We were ready for more. My ladytown was trembling like jelly. He eased out a giant sewer trout on my breasticles just so he could suck it up like a bulldog eating porridge. The plowing makes me eject my flange custard all over his love lollipop.
The fucking makes me spritz my fallopian fish stock all over his balony pony. It was bliss having his bugger king rammed inside me again; stuffing my municipal cockwash with a 10 inch purple battery-operated monster just didn't get my cod canyon flooding like it used to. There was penis pudding seeping from his stilton sword and I was wetter than an Italian cruise ship. We were ready for more. If I don't audition the finger puppets to get my shrimp sap flowing from my herring hole, his cream reaper is going to leave my open-faced ham sandwich resembling a sand blasted tomato. My throat was so full of clunger and man fat, the baby gravy was leaking down my chin and onto my mammaries.
Inserting a 15" spiked vibrator into my tampon tunnel got me surging tuna tunnel tears faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. My throat was so full of wrist-thick wand and man fat, the ectoplasm was draining down my chin and onto my superdroopers. Within no time, I could feel the shitty love piss dribbling from my Mavis Fritter and all over my fishy flaps. Leaving my panties sunny side up on the floor was the least of my worries as his huge penis slid deeper into my Oxo orifice. With my furburger now much like Terry Waite's allotment, he thought it was time to start plunging my cocoa channel. Is now the time to tell him I really need to pinch off a Mr. Hanky, I wondered? </div></div></center>[/doHTML]
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Post by Ulla Vivi on Nov 25, 2013 13:30:23 GMT -5
Ulla's Template:
[doHTML]<center><div style=" height: 500px; width: 412px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/pjF7O6m.jpg);border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 0px;"><div style="width:130px; height:500px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/q1JQx3x.png); float: left; margin-left: -1px;"></div><div style="font-size: 9px; color: #ee22a0; text-align: justify; margin: 10px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;">Words: --<br> Tags: RAINBOW HAIR, YOU CARE!<br> Stats: HAN: 9 REI: 10 HAK: 6 SEI: 10 BUK: 7 HOH: 8</div><div style="width: 248px; height: 415px; opacity: .6; font-size: 12px; color: #FFFFFF; margin-right:10px; overflow:auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; float: right; border-left: solid 3px ffffff; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 0px;">It was bliss having his Nelson's Column plunged inside me again; stuffing my Quimcy, M.E. with my fist just didn't get my cum dumpster spraying like it used to. The feeling of his steamin' semen foaming down my throat got my spaff flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. My soft-shelled tuna taco was trembling like Micheal J. Fox licking a car battery. If I don't dial the rotary phone to get my tuna tunnel tears frothing from my sperm socket, his spam dagger is going to leave my meaty hangers resembling a motorway pileup. Hours of hammering like this would leave any girl's vertical garden looking like badly battered road kill, and I was no different!<br>Within no time, I could feel the shitty penis pudding oozing from my chocolate starfish and all over my roast beef platter. He dropped a giant Mr. Hanky on my tatas just so he could devour it up like a pig at a trough. The unrelenting orgasms from his long-dong silver thrusting my penis pothole made me come so hard, I began sweating like a whore in church. My throat was so full of spam javelin and magician's wax, the magician's wax was haemorrhaging down my chin and onto my top bollocks. I can't wait to gobble the gentleman's relish from his master of ceremonies.<br>There was magician's wax weeping from his wensleydale wand and I was wetter than a well diggers arse. We were ready for more. I can't wait to consume the ectoplasm from his throbbing quim dagger. After having my vaginal bacon buffet thrusted, he then proceeded to thrust my rusty sherif's badge. The feeling of his gentleman's relish oozing down my throat got my shrimp sap flowing quicker than a greased weasel shit. With my fishy flaps now much like a bulldog in a windtunnel, he thought it was time to start sliding my fart valve. Is now the time to tell him I really need to cut a stink pickle, I wondered? </div></div></center>[/doHTML]
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Post by Hyun Miyano on Nov 25, 2013 13:36:09 GMT -5
PENIS
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After having my clam-flavoured pothole plowed, he then proceeded to hammer my fart valve. The slamming of my puckered brown eye was so vigorous, he soon found his kids on a swing joining his stilton sword deep in my rusty bullet hole. Some girls are happy just to buff the muff when they're alone, but I can't get off without having a 9-iron in my wunder down under and my fist up my old dirt road. The mixture of colon cobra and Da Vinci load in my tradesman's entrance created the delicious porthole pudding that he was so fond of. He munched on my furburger, even though I'd had Aunt Flo visiting for the best part of a week<br><br>
By now, my frilling pink golf bag was oozing like Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka's chocolate river. The mixture of corn-eyed butt snake and magician's wax in my brown eye created the delicious rectal stew that he was so fond of. Inserting a number of chillies into my birth cannon got me spritzing minge mucus faster than greased shit off a shiny shovel. He munched on my velcro triangle, even though I'd had my redwings for the best part of a week. With my hairy goblet now much like a rabid baboon's arse, he thought it was time to start stuffing my other vagina. Is now the time to tell him I really need to blast a toilet twinkie, I wondered? </div></div><div style="height: 300px; width: 300px; border-radius: 200px 200px 200px 200px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NdDkfRv.jpg); margin-top: -45px; margin-left: -200px;"></div><div style="height: 300px; width: 300px; border-radius: 200px 200px 200px 200px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NdDkfRv.jpg); margin-top: -300px; margin-right: -200px;"></div> </center>[/doHTML]
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Post by Miruna Radomira on Nov 25, 2013 13:57:43 GMT -5
Last one for the day~ MATRYOSHKA 2 (non-moving happy faces. Will fix up sooner or later xD)
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Post by Sorin Vasile on Nov 26, 2013 15:41:50 GMT -5
Sorin's~
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He had to take his rental car all the way to the damn office, which was very far away from an airport, just to drive it right back. Sorin wasn't a fan of pointless trips, especially when he had to pay for them, so this little event only pissed him off. It was as if every time he had to do business with this immature immortal, he had to stumble into a world of idiocy. He punched the steering wheel out of frustration and continued on his journey back to the airport. How fucking fantastic.
Luckily while driving, he spotted Blood's famously silent right hand man. He watched him get out of his car, allowing Sorin a small moment of inner debate on whether to complain to this man or not. He pulled over as he sighed. He was still pretty angry about coming all the way out to Japan for nothing. Taking his anger out on someone who didn't matter to him seemed like it was better than just not doing a thing about it and letting his rage bottle up inside. If anything, it was the preferred option. Many therapists would prefer his calm anger oriented way of speaking rather than lashing out at those who have done nothing.
Sorin stepped out of the car and walked over to the man with as much anger on his face as his blank expression could muster. [b]"You. I have a problem with your boss."[/b] Sorin didn't take in the rest of the scene at hand, and didn't care for it either. He only wanted to express how dissatisfied he was with Blood's way of working. [b]"Why would he call me out here, then leave on a damn trip? I want answers."[/b] Sorin didn't raise his voice or even express a hint of anger in either his voice or facial expression, but his words seemed to be enough to show how pissed he was. Or at least he thought they were. His calm tone didn't seem to say as much. <br><br> [b]WORDS:[/b] 484<br> [b]TAGS:[/b] Yeahhh....<br> [b]STATS:[/b] han: 16 rei: 15 hak: 14 sei: 16 buk: 15 hoh: 14<br> </div> <div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; margin-bottom: -200px; font-style: italic; color: blue; border-top: 4px double #000000; margin-left: 50px; width: 270px; float: left; -webkit-transform: rotate(180deg);-o-transform:rotate(180deg); -moz-transform: rotate(180deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(180deg);-o-transform:rotate(180deg); -moz-transform: rotate(180deg);">I Stay To Watch You Fade Away</div> <div style="width:100px; height:100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/zC7eZbu.jpg); border-radius: 50px; float: left; margin-left: -40px; margin-top: -20px; border: 3px dotted #000000; : -webkit-transform: rotate(180deg);-o-transform:rotate(180deg); -moz-transform: rotate(180deg);-webkit-transform: rotate(180deg);-o-transform:rotate(180deg); -moz-transform: rotate(180deg);"></div> </div></div>
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Nov 26, 2013 15:57:48 GMT -5
Tsubakiiiiiii's~
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[RIN enters the room]<br> NITORI: Ah! Matsuoka-senpai! I’ll be your roommate starting today! I’m Nitori Ai’ichirou! It’s nice to meet you!<br> RIN: Yeah.<br> NITORI: U–Um!<br> RIN: What?<br> NITORI: Ma–Matsuoka-senpai! Top or bottom… which do you prefer?<br> RIN: HUH?!<br> NITORI: Um… so… top or bottom…<br> RIN: HUHHHH?!<br> NITORI: The bed…<br> RIN: Ah… Tch. ……Bottom.<br> NITORI: Okay!<br><br>
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Post by Gabriel Fidel on Nov 26, 2013 16:21:24 GMT -5
Splendid's
[doHTML]<center> <div style="width:350px; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 0px; border-left: dotted 2px #000000;"><div style="background: url(http://i.imgur.com/zYdiBTP.jpg); width: 225px; height: 161px; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 0px; margin-left: -114px;"></div><div style="margin-left: 230px; background-color: #000000; color: #082798; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; width: 100px; font-size: 16px; margin-top: -161px;">Words:</div><div style="margin-left: 230px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; width: 100px; font-size: 16px;">430+</div> <div style="margin-left: 230px; background-color: #000000; color: #082798; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; width: 100px; font-size: 16px;">Tags:</div><div style="margin-left: 230px; color: #000000; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; width: 100px; font-size: 11px; height: 60px; overflow: auto;">CLEAN UP THIS MESSrgfbvrsbgsrbvrsbvs erbgvebgvgesa dfbaefbrw<br><br> verrveav<br></div><div style="color: #000000; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; width: 340px; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 50px;">Gabriel looked down at his feet, seeing blood and what he assumed was brains stuck to his toes. It was times like this in which he really wished he had worn shoes, but his mind didn't need to dwell on that! He felt two more presences and looked up. He saw a female riding on a hollow like it was a noble steed. It was quite the sight, but it wasn't a sight he really cared for. She spoke to him as if he was the one in the wrong. Gabriel didn't feel the need to explain himself to anyone. Instead of immediately acknowledging her, he wiped off his feet on the clothing of the now dead arrancar. He didn't get it all off, but at least it was something.<br><br>
It wasn't as if he cared for the female arrancar who had approached. In all honesty, she could go elsewhere and he'd be just fine. As the hero, he needed to find and stop villains, not chitchat with women. He made eye contact with her, after basically ignoring her presence, and stepped off of the dead man. He walked towards her and placed his hands on his hips, doing his super pose. He found his pose to be impressive, but the blood on his feet made him grimace a bit. It wasn't fun to feel the drying blood on his feet with every movement, but he had to keep up the heroic appearance.<br><br>
[color=082798]"Splendid. Here to do my hero duties. Protecting this city, and every city, against all evil."[/color] He assumed that was a good enough introduction, so he turned to his mess. Even if he didn't want to clean it, he had to. Just leaving a body there wasn't his thing. He wished he had brought his SSSSSuper Squad with him on his heroic journey of relaxation, but he wouldn't have relaxed if they were with him. It dawned on him that this arrancar woman would help him out with the cleanup, and if he played his cards right she could do it all while he pretended to clean.<br><br>
Gabriel peered over his shoulder at the woman, [color=082798]"Hey.. Could you offer assistance? This needs cleaning."[/color] He looked back at the blood and brains puddle and made a disgusted face. This wasn't how this was supposed to end, but at least this guy learned his lesson. That was when he remembered the body of the woman a mile or so back. He would have to collect it later on. This woman didn't need to see any more dead bodies than she already had. He didn't want to put anyone through that kind of thing.</div><div style="background-color: #000000; color: #082798; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -1px; margin-left: -3px; width: 350px; font-size: 12px;">HAN: 15 REI: 15 HAK: 20 SEI: 10 BUK: 18 HOH: 20</div></div> </center>[/doHTML]
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Post by Aika Hikaru on Dec 16, 2013 15:28:07 GMT -5
Ikki's... The one I made.
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So when the sin spoke in that monotone voice, and when Ania gave him that certain look, he just focused on the blonde in the room. He vaguely spotted the other woman leaving, but he still didn't pay her much mind. Instead, he extended his hand down to this excuse of Pride. Once he had her hand, he pulled her upright, hoping she didn't rush it and land on her injured leg once again. Even if she did, he moved quick to wrap her arm over his shoulder, taking on a large amount of her weight to make moving from this building actually possible.Once she had his aid, Ikkyu began to make his way out, not going above a walk. He may have been in a hurry, but if he decided to use any speed at all, he was pretty sure this Sin would take off like before. This time both of them would be slammed into a building, and with how much energy he had used to get this Sin in this state, there wasn't much he could do to stop i. Honestly, he wasn't feeling up to smashing into buildings today, but that was just a phase. He was sure he'd be up and ready for it in no time at all.
Minding the Sin's leg as well as minding any indication of her waking her her brainwashed state, Ikkyu led her along, glad that they didn't have to travel far. There was a building right next to the original hall, and that was where he led her. There wasn't much of anything inside, not at first glance anyway. When they passed by it, he reached out and flipped a switch. Out of nowhere, a staircase dropped down from the floor. He came to a stop at the first step, glancing over to Pride. Stairs would slow them down even more. That in mind, he simply picked her up, in a bit of a rush now. Spazzing would commence any minute. With a faster pace, he headed down the stairs, taking Pride off to the prison that had been made especially for her if this plan really did work, which it had in the end oddly enough.
[LE EXIT] </div><div style="width: 353px; height: 18px; background-color: #B3BEC7; color: #000000; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; margin-right: -53px; margin-left: -2px; margin-bottom: -1px;">HAN: 10 REI: 14 HAK: 8 SEI: 16 BUK: 16 HOH: 12</div></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="margin-left: -45px; float: left; width: 110px;"><div class="bishie"></div><div class="magic">Words:<br> 502</div><div class="magic2">Tags:<br> All the bishies~</div></div>
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Post by Fumiko Hiromi on Dec 20, 2013 0:34:46 GMT -5
WIP dick template for syn.... i'll finish the tag later xD
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