Posts Tagged ‘thigh-high’
Pretty Slayer Akatsuki Mishiro
March 19th, 2008
Every school has many of the same cliques and every student including Akatsuki Mishiro involuntarily belonged to one. You can tell a lot about a student’s life by where they can sit in the cafeteria, she said, but in spite of all the cosmetic differences among them, really most of them were all the same. For all the many different inane cliques there were, Mishiro believed there were really only two — cliques with students who secretly fight “demons” and cliques that don’t. She then looked off into the distance withdrawing to a sanctuary within her while the wind carried her hair. The only thing missing was snow.
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Shana, Flame Haze Pics
November 27th, 2007
It’s been a while and Shana isn’t really the patient type, especially when that dopey guy she’s obsessed with isn’t around. I ask if I’m allowed to use any unrestricted methods to snap these pictures of her to add some furi kuri to the whole shebang, but no. Twenty shut-ups later we had a good time shooting. Pissing Shana off like that just makes her hair glow like fire. Some people just need a little bit of prodding to let loose and enjoy themselves.
Fasalina
October 30th, 2007
The DJ asked everyone at the bar to give a big round of applause. Nobody did. Nobody ever does. One after another the girls trudge down the spiral staircase, take off their clothes, pretend to dance, and when the song is over the girls go around the bar to collect tips. I don’t feel like clapping either.
Saber Maid Servant
October 8th, 2007
I’m really a bad master and a terrible magus for Saber. My only trick? I conjure Skittles that “accidentally” land on the floor, which my domestic Saber servant has to pick up with her fingers. A few months of this Skittle trick has given Saber some knock out American thighs, as AC/DC would call them. They look powerful. It was just like Archer said, picture the win in your mind and yadda, yadda, yadda.
Iris, Don’t Let It Bring You Down
August 1st, 2007
Iris was angry, so I told her to smile. Don’t you hate it when people tell you to smile? Maybe you’ve just worked several 80 hour weeks in row, your relationships have turned crap because of that, or as with Iris, a princess without a castle to waltz in, and some idiot just wants to turn that frown upside down, as if it were that easy. I usually smile when the idiot asks, but it’s because I imagine how funny it would be to punch them in the face.
It’s true though that some of the things that weigh down, we really didn’t need to carry for as long as we did. I’m definitely one of those who carries things for far too long. How about you?