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Transparent renders of Dark-type Miku from Project Voltage. Please click the Read More to see the rest! Hope these help!

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Oh, Reignbow Arbiter, valiant prince of justice and war, divine archer of the Cloud Knights, relentless hunter of abominations, please hear my call. You stand with those who fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. You who protects the order and peace, but favor those who rebel against oppression. I see you in marches for human rights, I see you in warriors who make little kids smile, in leather-clad punks letting kids touch the spikes in their hair, in tough, intimidating men and women with impossibly gentle hands. God of the Skybow, casts your gaze towards me and help me stand tall when it’s needed. Please, never let me stay silent when injustice occurs. Let me know when to respect the order and when to rebel. Give me the strength and courage to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Help me live in peace but never let me sit comfortable with injustice and oppression. I’m no soldier, Reignbow, but if the time for me to fight ever comes, let me be brave and stand tall. Let me fight. Let the anger that I feel in the face of bigotry never die. And please, Reignbow, lend me your bow when I needed it. Lend me your strength when the battle with my mind feels eternal. Help me defeat my enemies, those who live in my mind and whisper in my moments of weakness.  And if I’m meant to fight forever, don’t ever let me give up.  In your name, Reignbow Arbiter, I will split the skies.  I will shatter the stars. I will launch The Hunt. 

The hum of the coolers fills in the momentary silence between them, the sharp scent of gasoline sneaking in from outside. Delilah always liked the smell. She's sitting on the front counter with her legs swaying idly, the hem of her sundress bunched up at the top of her thighs, the backs of her sneakers hitting the cabinet beneath on every other swing. She'd made Peter take a break—insisted on it, really—and now he stands between her knees while she forgets that he actually has a job to do. He doesn't seem like he minds, and so Delilah doesn't either.

“If anyone lays even a single finger on you, I’ll cut it off and feed it to them.” — @vicedmuses

Delilah's breath catches, but it's not fear. It's more the way he says it—like a promise, like it's just natural to shed blood in her name and maim trying to protect her. Heat blooms against her cheeks, her eyes dipping for just a second before she finds his again. The corners of her mouth tug into a sweet, shy smile, and her fingers gently curl into the fabric of his shirt as she leans into him. Delilah can't think of anything more romantic than that. Terrifying, yes, because she knows he means it—but romantic more than anything.

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ; either way, there weren't many things which bear, when sober, found repellant. he had a strong stomach & a special talent for feeling little more than apathy, no matter the occasion ━━ & yet if that bear, the sober bear, had been around to witness the antics currently on display, even HE would have felt the need to say yuck. with a drink still grasped in one hand, the other had disappeared long ago, shoved beneath riley's skirt as though they were the only people in the room ; which couldn't have been further from the truth. back up north things were even worse, if possible, as the term SUCKING FACE had never been more appropriate. on the seldom occasion when lips did pull apart, strings of saliva hung between them, a fact which only seemed to spur the pair on further, 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 visible from mouth to earlobes, & from earlobes to chest. things could have been worse, all semblance of civility could have been lost, a REAL show put on for those who had NOT asked for it ; but as things stood, it appeared as though the pair had found a happy medium, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 & 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

❛    —  so,  i’ve  talked  to  some  of  the  local  residents.  they  say  the  mansion  is  haunted  since  1883.  but  . . .  ❜