MERRRRRRRRRY CHRISTMAS!
I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas day, whether you celebrate it or not. I hope this day is fun and filled with laughter and that you spend it surrounded by friends and family.
And to set you on your way, here is the Twelve Days of Fandom video (actually two videos, because apparently Youtube can't handle that much editing in one go). Thanks to everyone who took part — it has taken up two days of my life putting all this together, but it was so worth it. Some of you can really sing! And some of you really CAN'T. The videos I saw were funny, sweet, genuine, wacky, impressive, silly, and some of them were downright CUTE (Melissa and her doggy — I mean COME ON!)
The lyrics were written by myself and Laura Jordan (not Valkyrie-Laura, but an awesome Laura just the same!) and it features a special appearance by one Miss Holly Smale.
Have a great Christmas, everybody.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1801 – 2000 of 4963 Newer› Newest»My good Doctor, you said you did not mean it that way, so no one shall interpret it that way.
... There is little need to wipe your hands, so.
*taps a symbol on the fainting couch*
*it turns into an elegant black umbrella*
*opens it to shield herself from the snow*
. . . Juveniles.
I am surrounded by juveniles.
*Throws snowballs at everyone*
And I know there's no need to wash my hands so. It's just a . . . a bit of a habit I've picked up.
*frowns*
You're all far too posh, you know. Lighten up. Show some ankle or something.
*hits the ground* I was sitting on that!
*raises glass* hear hear!
Hey no Niccolò is like 532! He's eldest. Little creeper but he's special
*holds her umbrella in front of her*
*the snowball explodes against it*
Heh.
Hear hear
Posh? I find it very nice here.
*gives Robin a "I bet you think you're funny, don't you." sort of look*
That's far too scandalous, Robin
*winks at Precocious and blows a kiss*
My character is by far the youngest...
...
No thank you, Ms. Snowscar.
I enjoy scandals.
Grand Mage, this man is five hundred thirty two? He must have been around in the 1500's.
I do not enjoy scandals.
*humphs at Robin*
Humph.
*Nods*
*Smiles, enjoying being with her friends*
*has half a mind to go back to her lab*
*Decides not to and instead sits in the snow, watching*
You know you want to see, R
*Makes snowman and places Doctor Precocious on its head*
The 1500's . . .
*thinks back*
I was born in . . . in . . . 1501, I think.
Hardly, Ms. Snowscar.
Nic...no. Just when you meet him he andwrrs for his own story.
*raises dynamite* HEAR HEAR
Humph *imitating* you too
That's late 1400s, actually..
Sparky - Luciana is... *works it out* seventeen. :P
I had to count back from her age in ITS then, omg.
Eritan was born in 231, so...
I do not like being used as a hat, Edward. Not since Prague, 1922.
*clambers off the snowman*
Ah. Those were times. I mean, that is an awful long time ago. Indeed.
Give over, R.
Ms. Snowscar, you are entirely mistaken.
R?
Oh
Nevermind
Jayden where are you from though?
I don't think so *pokes R's nose*
R. Arrrr. Like a pirate. Except he's too posh for a pirate.
I...England. Well, from when I was aged eight,
Can't remember what year I was born in…
Somewhere in the 1940's, probably.
He's not posh. He is sensible.
*furiously wiping snow off her lab coat*
He's too posh for the posh, really. I don't think I've met anyone with so much patience.
I cant remember what year I was born. Maybe 2360?
(Wbd)
*Stands beside Precocious*
Sensible, posh... *weighs the two options on her hands* Boring.
Lol Ed
*looks to the left*
*sees Adra standing right beside her*
. . .
1801. I'm like 212 or something. I fought in the war with Mevolent.
Quite, Ms. Snowscar.
*shudders at the thought of the War*
. . .
Lighten uuuup *sings and pokes R's side*
I should visit the war at some point.
I missed the war by a long shot…
Do any of you have good stories from it?
DON'T.
. . . I mean, don't, Edward.
You would not enjoy it there. It is a dreadful sort of vacation spot.
I keep changing my mind on Fabi's age.... Part of me wants her to be my age, because I haven't been any older than I am, but part of me kind of accepts that she really can't be.
No.
They're terrible, Sparky.
*Shudders*
*opens her mouth to answer Sparky's question*
*closes it again*
. . .
I do! *grins* I worked with the Dead Men.
Why, Ms. Snowscar?
Come, why dwell on topics as depressing as the War?
I fought, but I do not wish to recall that war.
. . .
Do tell, Zaf.
Fabi - I did that with Robin but she ended up being twenty two. Honestly, just do what she needs to be, it won't matter much how old you are now.
I dont plan to go on vacation. I observe history and I never change it of course
It's better than dwelling on Christmas
Because you always seem so sombre, R.
Wether out of fear, or shame, or for any reason at all, I do not think any one of us should need to dwell on the War any longer than absolutely necessary.
*shuts up*
*begins packing a little more snow onto the snowman*
...STORY TIME?! :D
Quite. It was a horrendous experience, on both sides of it.
Ms. Snowscar, reserved.
However there is the time where Malevolent returns, but that hasnt happened yet.
@Ed Never change it. That's why you almost devolved the human race. Right.
@Robin Yeah, I suppose that makes sense.
Fabi you can read this if you want idc i just need to rant hope nobody minds
100 020-012-012-110 201-120 110-012-110-020 120-210-202. 022-001-110-020 120-020 202-022-012 120-110-011 021-012-112 022-001-202-012 111-012 011-112-011 100-011-102 212-022-221. 022-111-111.
201-022-120-210-110-011 100 201-202-001-221 120-200 201-022-120-210-110-011 100 021-120..?
((*hugs Mara*)
*On the topic of war, pulls out a bit of the brandy that Trip gave her and sips it*
But why, R? Does someone need a hug?
As its christmas *Runs to bar and takes drink* I payed
No, Ms. Snowscar, I assure you.
Well it was right after Skulduggery died and we were losing ever so badly. A few of us were on guard and we were all expecting Vengeous. He was quite gleefully killing. So Saracen being the know it all told us he was near and we prepared to defend. See Vengeous came and we fought but this was awesome because we actually hurt him. It was a joint attack, he kept glaring and glaring from anger. Serpine joined him and many fell victim to him but it ended up me and the Dead Men left. So we drove Serpine out and that very night the weirdest thing happened, as a Necromancer I can sense death, but my necklace grew cold oh so cold an all of us were living but then the ghost of a fallen ally came and these ghosts came and scared me but they helped they scared the daylights out of our enemy and we regained that town, but never again would they appear. None of us know why that happened, but it did.
*reaches into her lab coat*
*pulls out a small flask*
*drinks half of it*
*and stands back to admire the snowman*
*it looks a bit like Gilbert*
*or Sullivan*
*she can never remember which*
*grumbles about war stories and hugs R anyway*
Oh gods..
*puts her flask away, and takes out a bottle of vodka, downs a bit of it, then offers it to Precocious*
If I told you what I did, it would be extremely bad. Let me keep this to the, I am very sorry I was on Mevokent's side.
*sighs*
That's quite alright, Adra, I've got my own.
*gives her flask a little shake*
Gin. Want any?
*Dissapears and reappears* I just spent three months there. It really is an awful time.
Alcohol is bad for you
*letting go of R* See was that so bad?
((Hugs Mara))
((100-020 221-120-210 212-001-112-202 202-120 201-202-001-221, 202-022-012-112 201-202-001-221))
((love you))
*Nods to her vodka* I've got my own..
Alcohol is the refuge of the tragically beautiful and beautifully tragic.
*drinks a bit more gin*
Alcohol is the refuge of the weak *smirks*
No, Ms. Snowscar, but I would rather you respect my personal space.
I am Irish I can hold my liquor.
*Takes out cider bottle and drinks*
*nods to Robin* I know. Yet I'm an advanced enough... I can counteract the affects
I like hugs, though
I take it you are of Irish descent, Grand Mage?
I appear to have to go. I shall be back when I finish the laundry.
Then why drink it? It tastes vile.
*gives Robin a "I don't believe I like you very much, young lady." sort of look*
Spoken like someone with low alcohol tolerance.
Well, there are many who would appreciate one right now, Ms. Snowscar.
*gestures to those finding solace in alcohol*
Bye Jayden. Robinj, Why drink? Why not drink?
*tacklehugs Robin* Hai:3
See you Jayden!
Goodbye, Jayden.
I do have a low alcohol tolerance. But then I have a low tolerance for alcohol. It disgusts me, frankly. Which is why *blinks at R* I am hugging you
Bye Jayden!
*half shrugs* When you've seen what we've seen, you need it. Weakness isn't something to be ashamed od
Oit. Luciana. Now's not the time, sexy. *huggles*
Weakness is something learned, not something born with. Maybe we've lived long enough to have learned how to be weak properly.
*shrugs*
*sips her gin*
. . . It's a rather ugly snowman, I think.
See you, Jayden!
*laughs* It's always the time. ;P
You don't need it.
Good bye, Ms. Crowsfield.
Greetings, Ms. Scáth.
...
*sighs once more*
*Bottle magically refills*
*pets L's hair* I guess I always have time for you
Sighing at me, R? What for?
*drips a little gin on her sleeve*
Oh, blast. Now I look like a slob and smell like a sot, to boot.
*pulls out moist towelette*
*cleans off the gin*
Well, I am going to see next christmas *Dissapears*
Hey Sirrrrr!
*grins at Robin* Everyone always has time for me, as I am amazinggg!
*jumps to feet and dances* c;
Repo Man!
I'll be on and off, writing a song...!
No different than normal then, Precocious. *grins*
Ah, hullo, Luciana! I neglected to say hullo. Hullo.
There are many in need of hugs, Ms. Snowscar, yet here you simply stand.
Oh, har har har, Robin Snowscar.
*the corner of her mouth twitches though*
100-011-102. 100-111 121-200-120-002-002-001-002-110-221 001-112-112-120-221-100-112-021 012-211-012-200-221-120-112-012 :/
Thanks though, Fabi. *hugs*
*Reappears*
(Brb for a bit)
If they are so desperate for hugs they can very well come and get them
I am rather hilarious.
You are rather annoying.
Annoying is a tiresome adjective
Please, the both of you. If you find the other to be distasteful, simply ignore her.
Then you are irritating, infuriating, exasperating, maddening, trying, tiresome, troublesome, bothersome, nettlesome, obnoxious, irksome, vexing, cursed, vexatious, and galling.
Sir, Would you care to see the future?
Which one, Mr. Fletcher?
HEY ANNI! :D
*waves*
Did you use a thesaurus for that? *smiles*
(*waves at Luciana*
How-do-you-do?)
The one where Malevolent returns and. I shouldnt have said that.
*spreads her arms*
Does it LOOK like I have a thesaurus?
You are basically a dinosaur so I guess it's kind of similar
((I'm not sure what you think you're doing that's annoying?))
I do good, Anni^-^
What about youuuuuuu?:3
*sits down and munches on marshmallows* c:
*eyes narrow*
. . .
(I am doing well, Luciana.)
You scholars do
...
*winks at her with a smirk*
I am not a DINOSAUR, I am an INTELLIGENT SESQUIPEDALIAN.
Sir, I need to wipe your memory. Sorry, now please come with me *Walks into thin air*
Oh, honestly. Nonsense, absolute nonsense.
Oh dear...
Sesquipedwhatnow ?
*Walks back* Sir, you have information on a fixed point in time that you have not yet experienced. I will be outcast if I let you remember.
(And to be clear- I DO know how hurtful alcohol is not only to one's self, but to the people around them. I use my knowledge of that to add to my character... So. Yeah.)
Edward, kindly refrain from doing that
*looks smug*
See?
SEE?
You YOUNG PEOPLE don't know what basic words mean.
((Fabi - Me?
Everything tbh.))
(Yes, yes, I agree with what Adra has just said about alcohol, of course.)
*Finishes the bottle* *Shakes her head*
(This is before I ever tried to destroy humanity.) Fine, I need to explain to my boss.
Mr. Fletcher, I would say that I sympathize with you, but that would be lying. To be entirely honest, I could care less about whatever singular future that you know of.
Basic? I think you made it up.
You believe I made it up?
Well I think you ought to try picking up a dictionary once in a while.
*Second Edward appears*
Edward?
Edward?
You cant kill them.
Kill who?
The early humans they *Dissapears*
*Stumbles, and falls into a snowdrift, slightly tipsy* Oops..
...
Honestly, Ms. Dark?
*glances over at Adra*
*offers her a hand*
Do you need some assistance?
*smirks*
I thought you said you could resist the effects . . .
Well, I am outcast from the council of elders and all grand mages banished me.
*goes and picks up a dictionary, then puts it down without even opening it* Can you tell me what the word means now?
*Lorcan was sat in his usual place by the lake side. He hadn't been crying at all today which was a plus side but he might have well been with the way he was feeling*
How long do you sit there for?
*He turned his head to see a girl of probably 17 or 18, hanging upside down from a branch. He didn't answer her as he turned back and kept on staring into the water.
He heard the crunch of stones as the girl jumped down from the branch and sat beside him*
Lorcan: Who are you and what do you want?
*The girl sat down beside him and stretched out her legs*
Amelia: I'm Amelia O'Connor. You probably know my dad, Drew. And I'm just here to sit beside you.
*Lorcan took a glance at her and saw that she looked like any other teenager. High top shoes, patterned tights worn under denim shorts with a large jumper sitting comfortably on her, her look was topped off with a wooly hat. But Lorcan could sense something else from her, he couldn't tell what*
Amelia: You look like you need a pal.
Lorcan: Oh and you think that's you is it?
Amelia: Could be!! You never know in this crazy day and age what people can do to themselves... especially us werewolves.
*Lorcan sat up straight and looked at her properly. Thats what it was. She was a werewolf too.*
Lorcan: And how would you know what I'm capable of?
Amelia: I don't. I don't even know what the hell I'm capable of. But we're all capable of the same thing, tis in our nature.
Lorcan: But I didn't ask for any of this.
Amelia: No one ever does but you just have to go on. Hey, if you're lucky, I'll let you follow me around and wag your little tail. You'll be so cute!
*Lorcan, for the first time in a while genuinely smiled as Amelia smirked*
Amelia: You look so different when you smile. Very handsome. Why hide it?
Lorcan: I'm a monster...
Amelia: So am I. So is my dad, cousins, auntie and uncle. Just because we THINK we're bad doesn't actually make us bad people.
Lorcan: Are you one of these wolves that are older than they look?
Amelia: Hell no! I'm only 18 but I live around all these boring philosophical lot. I think I need some stupidity in my life soon just for balance.
*Lorcan and Amelia laughed*
*crosses her arms*
Go look it up yourself, you uncouth hoodlum.
*pokes her head up* Honestly? Saying "honestly"? Like, YES HONESTLY. I FELL. I can't exactly lie when I've just done something
*Places adra on snowdog*
It's probably not even in here.
*hangs her head*
Adra, Adra, Adra, Blogland would be so dreadfully boring without you around.
*helps her up*
(Hi Emmy!)
(Oh! So Alexis doesnT count? Hmph. I feel honored.)
I'm watching Hot Fuzz <3
how's everyone?
Hello Em
(Honestly, though, it is one of my favorite words. It means someone who talks a lot and uses a lot of very long words when short ones would do.)
(OH MY FUCK DREW I COMPLETELY FORGOT HOLY SHIT)
I knowwwwwwww *Stumbles* *Wiggles her arm away* Noo I'm fine
Hello Flora
(I believe I take my leave now. Before I offend anyone. Very sorry.)
(*smirks*
Adra, you get the dedication, I believe . . .)
(I didn't think you could use it that way)
Em - When you said Amelia, I immediately thought, "hey, my Confirmation name is Amelia Maralie..." :P
(As opposed to . . . what way?)
(I thought adjective as opposed to a noun)
(It's a groovy name Mara! And I know Ads lol I've been waiting patiently. And how about you join instead of jumping to conclusions and getting pissed off Zaf, just a thought.
Hey everyone!!)
(Hello)
OH MY GOD
(No, it can be used as both noun and adjective. Usually, the adjective for that sort of thing is "loquacious," however.)
Mothe
You know, I realised, I don't actually care *throws dictionary away*
(Now I'm not I may offend someone. And last time I got pissed I got ignored for it. So I'll take a few minutes and walk away and come back when I won't insult someone)
*turns her back on Robin*
I don't care either.
*whips out her handy-dandy notebook*
*jots something down*
*then sculpts a chair out of snow and sits in it*
*checks her pocket watch*
. . .
*checks her handy-dandy notebook again*
. . .
*slips some ice down Precocious' back then runs away*
*Spins and falls again*
(I'll do a ded soon)
I just found this adorable story I wrote when I was like six omf
it's surprisingly good
EEP!
*claps a hand over her mouth*
*then gives Robin a frustrated sidelong glance*
This is a NEW waistcoat.
Don't
mess
it
up.
It's got to be perfectly neat.
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