What Can Be Made of the Shrapnel
Unfortunately timed blows there’s not much around but the shrapnel though so i use the resources i have and fashion that into a sort of armor the best protection i can muster to prevent future wounds and scars it’s not ideal
Chapter 6: Better Left Forgotten
You said, 'political ideals' ... but then calling me 'liberal' saying i had liberal ideals ... i get it - you meant i was being liberal with vices. got it." "slow on the draw, kiddo." fox scoffed at the rabbit. "no.
Walk a Mile: Covert Ops: Cobalt
A pregnant female was the ideal of beauty to the ogari, being filled with life was an ideal for each of them.
Guin Saga: The Animal Faces: Part 2
I said scratching my chin before an ideal began to appear in my mind. "aw, fuck yeah..." i groan glopping my crotch as the ideal began to grow into a fantasy. i then stopped before turning towards byakko and saying. "byakko...do you trust me?"
No Frills: Kiroku / "Bandit" of the Coyos
This trend of permanent migration to the city is not considered ideal to the pack as a whole as community is very important to the coyos.
The Recruiting Ground [Commission]
This is ideal. alpha is the most apt choice to be on point. we surmise that he may attempt to divide and conquer.
Zekrom and the curse of the beaten belly
#2 of other gutpunching stories zekrom, the legendary pokémon of ideals. an incredibly powerful entity, with physical prowess with next to no match.
Night Lights of July
"thanks for the compliment, cait," sassed the lombax as he stared ideally at the whole conversation. "you can stare at mine any day, you know.
Gavin a Whiff
I was fantasizing over the idealization of its owner body.
A Theory of Equilibrium, Book 1, Part 2: An Interesting Offer
You've been raised with the order's principles and ideals, so any other thinking will seem strange to you." "your not wrong about that," gellos nodded. viarim nodded, "do you see why i'm telling you this, gellos?"
Cries to the Moon: Instincts
He looked like the ideal father and the woman looked like an ideal mother. "mom." he whispered suddenly realizing who she was. as he said this he could vaguely recall the smell of her hair. a smell he was picking up on, even if unconsciously.
How I Met My Master, part 2
 to be shaped into what another would want me to be â€" an ideal tiger, an ideal mate..." my voice trailed off as i realized that i was rambling, and that the lion was watching me intently. a silence passed between us.