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  1. I'm not sure my profile accurately depicts my obsession with Armin Arlert ... perhaps I don't have enough pictures.

    (Here's another.)

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    1. AniMeFReaK


      Armin with his hair tied in a ponytail is literally THE cutest thing ever! Where did you find it, by the way?

    2. ItsSammy


      "Armin Arlert alternate hairstyles" or "Armin Arlert ponytail", be careful though, every single picture is pure cuteness.

  2. I'm currently watching Durarara! and it's quite interesting. The characters all seem well written while the story is complex and intriguing, all around it's very good from what I've seen.
  3. ItsSammy


    Yes, the other one was mine and I'm glad you liked it.
  4. ItsSammy


    Congratulations @Roxeg, your poem was absolutely beautiful.
  5. ItsSammy

    I bought my first manga book!

    Oh, wonderful. Death Note is astoundingly grand and I loved the manga as well as the show. If you like that I'd recommend (Rabbit) Doubt and Judge which are psychological thrillers mixed with horror and mystery aspects as well.
  6. ItsSammy

    Anime Forums Tinder game!

    Definitely date, he sounds like a fun guy and it seems like we'd have similar interests. King, a young mute tech genius who communicates through texts and, although highly intelligent is extremely inept/awkward when it comes to emotions and romance.
  7. If I'm being realistic then I'd want to have green or blue eyes because I think they're absolutely beautiful. However, if I could pick any colour then I'd say pure black.
  8. ItsSammy

    What’s your nickname?🤭

    The only nickname I've got is Boo Bear or being called by my name with "boo" after. No one's called me it in a long time though, it was just a nickname my parents gave me when I was little.
  9. ItsSammy

    How many Anime Waifus do you have?

    I'll do my wiafus and husbandos, in no particular order. Waifus: 1. Mikasa Ackerman (Aot) 2. Hange Zoe (Aot) 3. Leafa/Suguha Kirigaya (Sao) 4. Sinon/Asada Shino(Sao) 5. Riza Hawkeye (Fmab) 6. Hinata Hyuga(Naruto) {I only watched a few episodes of Naruto but Hinata is such a cutie.} 7. Rem (Re:Zero) 8. Ram (Re:Zero) {Haven't watched it yet but I love these little maids already.} 9. Misaki Mei (Another) 10. Katyusha (Girls Und Panzer) Husbandos: 1. Armin Arlert (Aot) 2. Levi Ackerman (Aot) 3. Eren Jeager (Aot) 3. Erwin Smith (Aot) 4. L (Death Note) 5. Light (Death Note) 6. Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul) 7. Uta (Tokyo Ghoul) 8. Suzuya Juuzou (Tokyo Ghoul) 9. Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul) 10. Roy Mustang (Fmab) 11. Scar (Fmab) 12. Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler) 13. Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler) 14. Alois Trancy (Black Butler) 15. Akihiko Kayaba/Heathcliff (Sao) 16. Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)
  10. ItsSammy

    Best boy/girl?

  11. ItsSammy

    Battles, anyone?

    I would be quite interested in this.
  12. ItsSammy


    Cost Each and every victory comes at a cost So what are you willing to give? Every victory has a bridge to be crossed So how long can you walk, just to live? Each victory sparks pride in your soul and it's fire But the price for your freedom is so extraordinarily high How far are you willing to go just to fly higher? Oh, what if you get too close to the sun and die? Victory! Victory! Shout it from the rooftop For you've over come a demon in your own mind The cost! The cost! Don't stand to close to the roof's drop Of you might just find the demons you didn't leave behind. In a moment of joy you feel over come With the pride that you've fought another day But that moment passes and you succumb To the feeling in your head that says, "It's doomsday!" You fought for your victory but you'll die for the cost For one small victory does not over come your own mind If no one helps you quick then your entire life may be lost For your mind kills you slowly and every night you unwind. So don't cheer too fast and don't smile too quick For a victory is a mere battle won, not the war And you may find that you blood runs thick When the demons come knocking at your door.
  13. ItsSammy

    Short Story Submissions

    It’s been almost seven years since humans had jobs. Now each and every position is taken by robots, AI, the humanoid machines that walk and talk like us but are clearly not of the same making. They work day in and day out for no pay, while us humans have fallen into lives of monotony and boredom. It was once thought that receiving a monthly cash balance would be enough for humanity since no one really wants to work, do they? Everyone would rather mull about, doing whatever they please as long as they have a means of survival, right? Wrong. At least for me … I hate this tedious, boring lifestyle that I have fallen into. When I was little I dreamt of working, making my way in life with my own two hands and my own intellect, but now … now all I do is wait for the designated sum of money to turn up in my electronic chip. I hate this. Life no longer has any meaning and every day is so torturously the same. I wake up and check my cash balance, hoping to see my monthly allowance there, because even though everyone is meant to get the same amount, no matter what, some of us are chosen to have ‘proctors’ which, I’m pretty positive, is illegal. Why is it illegal? Because these ‘proctors’ use their high standing in the government to black mail us into doing whatever deeds they wish. It’s often times used on the younger ones since they don’t know how to escape the wily deceptions that the observes push upon them … I can, reluctantly and with great pain, say that I too fall victim to such schemes, but you can’t blame me! These observers have all the power, all the control and they can use it in whatever way they desire. There is no way to escape them, even though I have heard talk of it amongst the older crowd … I know though that those are just rumours, it’s only true for those older than us because their ‘services’ are no longer … desired. There’s no way for a younger person to escape an observes black mail, it’s just not possible. We have no power here and our cries for justice go unheard because the government is run by these ‘proctors’ and their friends, they all get to revel in their sick perverted desires as they call on anyone they wish to sate their hungers. It’s a wicked world full of hate and lust. No one works so they all sate their own desires just to gain what little pleasure they can from this pointless existence. I hate this. Everything is so utterly disgusting … what has the world come to? Why does no one stop this? Today I got a call … the voice was familiar and haunting because I’ve heard it before, many times before. It’s the voice of my Proctor, my observer, my watcher, whatever they call themselves, I don’t even care anymore. It’s become expected, their call. Now I just answer it with a monotones tone and an uncaring demeanour, I mean, what else can I do? I have tried fighting it, I have tried … I did, I really did, but there’s nothing you can do when your only income and chance of survival depends on how well you keep your mouth shut and do as your told, bending over backwards at their every command, jumping at each word. They often times make me grovel on the ground or beg like a dog, when in truth the only thing I wish to do is watch their blood seep from their veins and coat their wicked flesh … So, once again I took out my ear piece and sat in my room, head in my hands as I tried to clear my mind and escape from my body before that demon arrived. I could hear them coming, their boots sounding down the hall as they neared my room and slid their pass card into the lock of my door … oh how easy they could come in and how easy they could leave, I on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. I had to stay where I was, sitting on the bed, my eyes unfocused due to the fact that I had slowly but surely caved in on myself. The walls of my mind seemed to collapse, encompassing my every thought, my every move, my every feeling … I felt nothing, I thought nothing, I was numb and that was for the best. However, feeling nothing does not mean I couldn’t hear or see and even though my vision was unfocused and blurry I could still see the silhouette of my tormentor, I could still hear their cruel voice in my ear … they whispered their wicked words and spat their venom, enjoying every second of my suffering. Oh, have you ever felt as if your whole world was nothing but one big nightmare? Have you felt your soul leave your body because the pain is too insufferable? Have you ever bitten your tongue just to keep from screaming because even if someone was there to hear you, they wouldn’t care, they wouldn’t help … they couldn’t help, because they too were suffering the same way? Have you ever felt the pure, unadulterated desire to strangle the last breath of air from one’s lungs? Have you ever had dreams so vivid you awoke feelings as if they were real and you had truly stripped the flesh from another’s bones? Have you ever felt your mouth water at the thought of another’s cruel demise? Have you ever closed your eyes and seen the cruelest, vilest, most malicious and heinous acts committed, but instead of turning away with fear and terror, watched on with desire and joy, wishing, oh, wishing that it was true? If you have not yet embraced the deepest, darkest recesses of your own human mind then you won’t understand … you will most likely read these words with horror and disgust, wondering how another human could ever think such things, or dream such things. You’re probably wondering if I would truly execute my thoughts in reality or if they are just subconscious thoughts that creep into my mind and have no place in the real world … well, I’m afraid you may find yourself filled with terror at what I have to say, but bare in mind, I have accepted the darkness inside me and I have embraced it. I am not scared of myself or my thoughts, because this is who I am, this is how I feel and I will not let them push me down any longer, I will not let them wrap their claws around my throat as they loom over me, their wicked eyes tracing over me as if they have a right to do so … no. No I say! I have a right to feel this way, to think this way! What they have done is unforgivable! It is much worse than anything I would ever do to another human being! So don’t you dare look at me with disgust in your eyes! Don’t you dare think you’re better than me! All of us have a dark side, all of us have a breaking point and each one of us, at some point, realizes that humanity is not good, it’s not pure and it’s not beautiful or righteous. Humanity is vile and disgusting; it’s full of cruel people with wicked desires and insatiable thirsts that drive them to become such depraved monsters … Humanity is full of darkness and whether or not we accept it doesn’t change that fact. I alone seem to have accepted my darkness. I alone seem to have realized that my breaking point has long been passed and I have been living in a broken world for years now … I alone will stand, no longer willing to grovel at their feet, whimpering and begging, crying like a child. No. No, I say! I’ve had enough! If these vile creatures wish to sate their thirsts then they can look elsewhere! I am done being their pawn, their toy; their victim … Enough is enough. At seventeen years old I am much thinner than I should be. My bones stick out and my eyes are sunken in … encased in the dark circles that seem to convey my torment. There is no joy in my eyes, no childish wonder and no peace; there isn’t even a single drop of hope in my entire body. I am a ghost, a skeleton, a mere shadow of who I used to be … my dreams are no longer within reach, my hands no longer even grasp at them because I know there’s no purpose, no reason and no way I could ever reach them. Now, as I siton the bed, my body trembling and quaking, I realize my one dream has come true: My dream of murder. There, on the floor, lies the body of my tormentor … their eyes open in horror, mouth agape in a scream that no one will warrant as serious, for I have screamed a million times and never has anyone so much as walked by my door. Staring down at them I can see their neck is covered in the crimson liquid that smells of copper and poison but their soul has not yet left their body, no, they are alive still and at my mercy. Oh how I have waited for this day … every moment, every second, every breath and every pain has led me here. I now stand above them, my clothes torn but my pride intact. For once I am not ashamed, I am not cowering and I am not scared … I am the proctor now and my word is law.
  14. ItsSammy

    Forum contest: Fan-fiction

    It's open for entries until May 30th.
  15. ItsSammy

    Forum contest: Fan-fiction

    @SAO LILDOOP I would definitely like to join this, however I'm working on a short story for @Greeneyes contest and it may take me a while to actually send in my fanfiction for this one.
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