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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)
Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.
To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.
Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.
Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.
This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.
Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!
Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.
Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.
She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.
Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.
She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.
She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.
Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!
Wine. I'm very classy.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No one would want to choose either of these choices
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Hot showers with others ;)
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
None
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
The one where there's biting ;)
ESTP-A
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[His eyebrows lift, breathing another quiet laugh into his reaction. It sounds so goofy when Kazuya puts it that way...but then again, goofy is something Yu enjoys about him. Them. 'Official' sounds like such a big word, not literally but figuratively. Like-- an agreement. A deal.
(He's still not signing over his soul, though.)
Whether it's teasing, whether it's not meant to be taken seriously -- Yu tugs him closer to kiss him anyway.]
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He melts at the contact immediately, kissies back as his hands come up to cradle Yu's face, thumbs brushing against the other teens cheeksnas his heart swells with warmth, affection, and delight.
And then Kazuya breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against Yu's, laughing lightly. ]
Guess it's official then, boyfriend of mine.
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But this is good too, this small point of contact. That soft laugh.
--Oh. Wow. Boyfriend. That's-- ah-- ...he probably should have expected that. It's not a word Yu is used to using, to be honest, and it leaves him a bit flustered, heat flaring in his cheeks.]
I'm gonna have to get used to that, [but he says it with a small smile.] Boyfriend. [??? help]
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They match in another way, it seems.]
It's a little weird to call someone that. [He admits, bashfully.] I don't mind it though. It's a nice confirmation, that we're so close. That it's something we both want.
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[How can something feel so casual and so official at the same time? Most of Yu's experience with relationships has been contrived, for show -- how can this be so similar and so different all at once?
His expression softens marginally at Kazuya's expression. It's worth it. It hasn't been so long since he said that... but the words are still at the forefront of his mind, even now.]
I've...never had much experience with things like this. Relationships. [It sounds a bit rich to him, given how many people he's come to freely care for here -- but he's not lying. Still, his expression curves into a grin, somewhat sly, as he squeezes the other teen's hand.] So go easy on me, alright?
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[He'd fumbled his chance once, so this would be and is his first real one. Yu squeezes his hand, and the smile he manages is far more relaxed now. Far more genuine. He lifts the hand, and presses his lips to the back of it.
It's warm.]
We'll figure it out together, and I think I'll like that a lot.
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The unexpected gesture puts color back in Yu's cheeks, the grin softening into a smile, fond and maybe a little flustered. It's not often that that sort of charm is turned on him. It...it's cute. He likes it.
What is he getting himself into, here...?]
Y... [Come on, Yu, get it together--] yeah. Together. I'd like that too.