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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Brad- bye!!!
*hugs*
*Finishes her phone number* *nods* Trip will see this
YOU'RE DESTROYING THE WORLD
THAT
IS
AN
ISSUE
*laughs* Yah it is an issue to be destroying the world
Msd going out and yah
The world is still standing isnt it?
*huffs* Stupid penguin boy
*Timekeeper dissapears and reappears with an Ed whose memory was wiped in the future after 400 years in prison but looks exactly the same* *Timekeeper dissapears*
Hallo!!!!! How are you all?
(Hello Rhydian)
Who am I?
Rhydian! *waves from the roof* Waiting to ambush Trip
*Mara and Harry are sitting down in the living room, watching a movie*
Mara: *frowns* Harry, I'm going to go check on the twins. They haven't made a noise since I put them down to sleep.
Harry: Maybe they're still asleep?
Mara: I don't know... Hold on. *teleports into the twins' room* Kenzie, Ash, are you- *freezes* Fuck.
Harry: *walks in behind her* What's wr- Oh my god.
Mara: I knew this would happen. Oh God. I knew this would happen Harry. *mumbles, hyperventilating*
Okie dokie Adra! *goes to house*
Got stuff to do. Like work. Becoming a part-time teacher. Good job.
*walks into house and sees reflection* Hello...? Shouldn't you be in the mirror? How did you get out?
(MARA)
(Are they joining Liv in captivity of Mevolent?)
((Mara.....are you going to kill my feels? I've had a long day today. Please go easy on me)
That's interesting
*Runs and hides in corner*
I dont know where I am?
(*crying mara*)
It's okay, Edward.
Reflection: I'm not going back to that mirror ever again.
Oh God. Please. You're malfunctioning! Let me help you!
Reflection: I wanted to become Lewis. But you refused to let go of your pasy. So I couldn't become the old you. Never mind. I have found a name of my own. My name is Ever Sky.
You're not real!
Ever: I'm HUMAN!!!!
*Turns with fear in his eyes*
Who is Edward? Who are you?
Past**
(Oh gods not another Val/Steph....oh gods now we have two! Shove it in the mirror
Harry: *grabs a note that is stuck on the wall* *reads it* Of course. Perrie fucking took them out to lunch again. I told her to call me beforehand.
Mara: I think she wants them more than we do. *laughs weakly*
Harry: She constantly comes in here as if this place is her own. How do we not even notice her? *mutters*
Mara: *glances at her phone* *frowns* Hmm.
Harry: What is it?
Mara: ... Did Zayn text you recently?
Opinions please:
“Emotions demand to be felt, and you should allow them to be expressed. How else will you set them free from yourself?” Zoye grins at me, leaning forward with her legs still crossed. “Want some popcorn? I want some popcorn!” She jumps to her feet and strolls casually out of the room.
Often, I wonder whether Zoye actually understands what it is to feel sad, but then I’ll see her like I saw her last night…
“Naega nomo seulpeunhaeseo chukkesseoyo.” Was all she said, through the sobbing and the screaming. It started off with monosyllabic grunts, and somehow ended up with her in tears, whispering ‘naega nomo seulpeunhaeseo chukkesseoyo’ over and over again. Apparently it means “I’m so sad I want to die,” – a phrase which Zoye uses rather a lot according to her brother.
He told me, when he got back from the shop, that she’s like that sometimes. Apparently she’s been diagnosed as being bipolar, and he has to look after her like she’s a child of his own. It’s sad, really, that he has to look after her in such a way. Someone else should be there for her when she needs them; he shouldn’t be burdened with such things at such a young age. He should be allowed to act as a child.
I don’t know why these thoughts cross my mind as I silently sob into my fluffy, lilac pillow.
“If you're sad, just cry. Cry it out, because if you don't, the sadness will manifest itself within you and it will slowly grow until the day it takes over you. It's an ugly thing when it takes over... Don't allow it to take control of you, just let it out.” I hear Theo say, his feet heavy on the floor. I don’t have to look up to know he’s stood over me; I can hear his footsteps stop. “Don’t lock them away, because when they break out, they will be your end. Come here,” he pulls me away from the pillow and closer to him, and I let him. I fall into him and just cry.
I cry so hard my whole body shakes. I sob so hard I don’t think I’ll ever be able to smile again. I just bawl, in the least attractive way that there is, in the ugliest way possible. Because Theo envelopes me in a hug, my silent tears develop into a sob and I become a blubbering wreck.
And for some reason, I don’t care. I’m just thankful to have a friend. It’s the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted.
Mara.
Whatever you're going to do to me, don't do it.
Help.
It's that horrible moment when everything just goes wrong, and you think no, this isn't real, and it is, and like . . .
Except it's red.
The moment is sort of red and pounding-y.
MARA.
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm Robin. You are Edward.
For Chrissakes! I'm truly sorry, but you're just a surface copy!
Ever: No...I've grown. And this is all your fault. And you know it.
I know. I know I caused this, but please just go back to the mirror!
Ever: How's Jayden? I know about him. Your cursed. He's your dark side. Corvo? Where is she?
Why do you want to know?
Ever: Because...?
(Thank gods)
Edward? I can do things, I can make people dissapear in time. Is that normal?
Mushroom, I might cry. *hugs*
You're amazing at writing. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((*hugs Luci* That's amazing. Wow. I love it (: ))
(Lu!!! That's really good! And I tried to sound it out loud... First sentence MAN)
WHY IS EVERYONE KILLING MY FEELS?
#ChaseForBookNine
Normal for you
Ever: Corvo...your friend. She needs somebody!
You fancy her?
Ever: *punches Rhydian and pushes him down the stairs* She needs someone to care for her! And you can't give her that can you? Because...You're you! Yiu could never love her or anyone like her!
Please.....Just go!
LUCE!!!!! YOUR WRITING!!!!!! AMAZING!
NO, its not normal. They said I killed people, did I?
*she sits on her bag, balancing on the roof carefully* *Taps on the roof in case Trip is in there, to get his attention*
My sister got me a pencil case for Christmas, and it wasn't the one I thought she was going to get me because my mum intervened (damn, that's the last time I'm telling her anything), BUT THE ONE SHE DID GET ME IS SO FANTASTIC ADN I LOVE IT SO MUCH it'just so pretty but in a really cool way in a way and OH MY GOSH I love it. :)
Sorry, I'm just packing my pencil case-y stuff into it and I LOVE IT.
I LOVE IT.
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
(RHYDIAN NO)
THANK YOU GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, *huggles everyone and gives them popcorn*
((You alright Adra? Killed your feels? I apologize!))
Harry: *shakes his head slowly* No...
Mara: Shit. Something's very wrong.
Harry: Why?
Mara: Zayn sent me a text saying Perrie was acting strange recently. *looks up at Harry* This isn't Perrie we're dealing with. This could be a remnant. Or something worse.
The future is all that counts
DAMMIT RHDYIAN NOT YOU FEELS-KILLING AS WELL. D: D:
THIS HURTS, PEOPLE, THIS HURTS.
But don't stop, any of you. I want to read it. :)
#ChaseFOrBookNine
MARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *screams*
dammit
#ChaseForBookNine
*Jumps up, pushes Robin back and runs into portal*
(FUCK IT ALL MARA
YES RHYD)
*She sneezes, and begins to slide down the side of the roof*
Wait- NO!
*Spins on the roof, grabbing blindly for a handhold but falls of the side, twists in midair, and lands hard on the deck*
*Looses her breath for a moment* Fuuuuck
Well, rude.
*Runs back and stops next to Robin* I swear, I didnt mean for him to die, I swear.
Harry: *freezes*
Mara: *winces* Touchy subject, I know. Sorry. But you and I know that Perrie is the sweetest thing ever. She would never take our children without asking, for the love of God. She's Perrie Edwards.
You need to relax.
Ever: I can't kill you...You're her best friend. She'll hate me.
Well, I hate you. Everyone else probably isn't far behind.
Ever: I know what it's like inside your head. Your scared. Of what? Being alone. Hated for who you are. You're scared of the world. That's why you're so strong. Because you're sick of it all.
Shut up! A good psychologist could tell me all this!!
Ever: And that humour in the face of fear...it is to be admired.
*Slowly regains her breath* *groans* Fuuuuuck
Harry: Aren't we going to do something? She could have them killed already?
Mara: No. She won't kill them. Or, "it" won't. If it kills them, it will have nothing against us. We can kill it without hesitation.
*!
No, I was in prison, that means I did something terrible. What did I do? *Robotic eye fires laser at tree which bursts into flames* I am sorry
Holy fruitloops. Please do not do that.
(MARA)
*Gets to her feet, carefully walking down the steps, surprisingly unhurt*
Ugh. Bad idea.
Do what? *Time energy begins to pick up forming tornado hitting trees destroying theyre existance* What is that? Make it stop, please
*kicks Ever's leg causing him to collapse onto the floor* *stands and kicks him in the face* If you ever use my own thoughts against me again...I'll kill you happily. You're not real after all, so I won't feel guilty.
Ever: Empty threats!
Really? Try me!
Ever:.......
I don't even know what you're doing anymore. Time is your thing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIdCdO5mWLQ&list=PLTslNdjmKxFtDwh1k3FIRyXuARLNTj9fJ&index=36
I'm sorry, it's just one of the best songs in existence.
*watching roleplay*
*watching my feels dying*
*slightly distant because Sequin Art*
#ChaseForBookNine
*Energy begins to close in on both* What is it? *Reaches out to touch it*
Time energy. If it hits you you get wiped from existence. Well I don't know about you it's your thing
MAKE IT STOP, Please? You say its my thing but I dont even know how to control it.
Ever:...They like you Y'know?
What?
Ever: Your crush...it's obvious. I know the way you look at them. And I've seen the way they look at you....haven't you noticed?
Are you just saying things now?
Ever: We're still connected. Like some people say twins are connected? That's like us...you know I'm not lying.
I don't know how to make it stop.
*the window smashes open and Mara screams, jumping backwards* *Perrie climbs in, a smirk on her face*
Mara: It's true, isn't it? *her voice shaking* You're a remnant. Harry, stay back.
Harry: I.. *glares at Mara, then backs off*
Remnant: *laughs horribly* I'm the same remnant that possessed your little boyfriend over there. Or, should I say husband? Aha, this is fun. *claps its hands together in delight* I know a lot about you two, "Harralie". Isn't that what I call you? Yes.
Mara: You're not Perrie. Perrie is my best friend. You're not.
Remnant: Of course I'm Perrie, Mara! *laughs* Why, I look like Perrie, I sound like Perrie, I know everything that Perrie knows.
Harry: Doesn't mean you're Perrie.
Mara: *glares back at him* Zip it, Harry. *sharply*
Remnant: Awh, this looks like a Harralie fight. Shall I get out the camcorder? *smiles*
*Stops, and listens. There's one crunch, then a blow to her head, knocking Adra over, she turns to see a flame haired woman standing there in a leather getup, and a black mask over her face. She presses Adra into the snow, forearm pressed against her neck*
*She is moving faster than Adra can see*
*There's sharp in Adra's throat, and the woman hops back, tossing an empty shot against the side of the bar, where it shatters*
*Adra's head begins to spin*
*Her eyes roll back as she's lifted up
*Portals open and debris from different times fall through knocking Ed out making the energy stop*
Rook answers the phone and gulps as he recognizes the voice. "How did you get this number?"
"If you didn't want me to find stuff, you shouldn't have brought me to that safe house of yours." Oh, okay. It's Liz. Thank god.
"What do you want?"
"You poisoned Ioux like he did to the others?"
"Ioux's been poisoned?" Rook channels what he considers to be a reasonable amount of surprise."
"So you did. Where is the body?"
Rook hesitates. "In the closet under the stairs," he finally says. "Are you going to kill him?"
"No." Liz's voice is flat, like the life has been drained out of it. "I'm going to do something much worse."
She looks again at that threatening text message. Words, that's all it is. Words.
She hangs up the phone.
((ADRA WHY))
Well, that works, I guess.
Go back to the mirror!!!!!!!
Ever: Why? Because you can't kill me? Because I know too much? Rhydian listen to me...You're ill. You know it! This illness is the main reason I'm existing! And it's why Jayden exists. It's a curse! It's slowly tearing you apart!
No. I can't.
Ever: Why?
(Mara wtf literally nothing's sad happened)
*Man appears*
Man: Robin, how would you like me to take him. I will train him to remember and he will have a job to do.
Sure, go for it. I am so damn popular with time travellers apparently
Man: Agreed *Ed and man both dissapear*
I discovered my True Name! The Curse is hiding it for me.
Ever: But at a cost! You now have a split personality. I'm real. Your slowly losing your sanity! And what else?
I can't! It's keeping my name hidden!
Ever: Its already hidden it! Now it's killing you, just for the sake of killing you!
How do you know?!
Ever: Trust me
Haha! You must be joking
EVERYONE STOP THIS BUT DON'T. *glares at everyone roleplaying* *then hugs them*
#ChaseForBookNine
Mara: Where are Ashton and Mackenzie?
Perrie: Oh, don't worry. They're fine. Ish. *inspects its nails, looking bored* The boy may suffer brain damage, but oh well. Not that he'll live long enough to find out.
Mara: *screams* What did you do to him? *runs at it, summoning a ball of light into her hand*
((ADRA YOU ALMOST KILLED HER))
*Her eyes open drearily, a slight headache* oh hell...
*Water is touched to her lips and she desperately sips it* Merry Christmas to me..
*Glances at the red haired woman* Who the hell are you?
My name is Lorelei
It... what?
Lorelei Hackney of the Indian Sanctuary. You are Adrasdos Dark, well known deserter of us during our time of need.
I didn't.... Desert. *Something sharp cracks across her face* Two days in a row you seek to kill me? Come on, give a girl a break..
(I ALWAYS almost kill her)
*sighs, twiddles her thumbs*
Ever: Please Rhydian!
*falls to the ground* *struggling to breathe* Ever...what's happening?
Ever: You basically just accepted the Curse. So it's finishing the job.
Help me! *lies down suffocating on thin air*
No one can help you, unless you help yourself!
*Reappears completly different. Right arm is robotic, left leg is robotic and circuit runs cross parrt of face*
Hello Robin. It has been a long time.
Oh my gosh. Wow.
Remnant/Perrie/Whatever: *holds a hand up*
Mara: *runs into an invisible wall* *she desperately tries to break through* Perrie is a sorcerer? *looks confused*
Perrie: Nah. *rolls her eyes* well obviously, Maralie. I never knew you were this stupid.
I don't want to die...
Ever: Then let someone help you!!
Fine ok. *Still suffocating* *Ever goes to help him* Er.....how do you save someone choking on air?
He taught me my life. I am Edward Fletcher, master theif and murderer. Lord of time and keeper of its laws.
(Hullo, Blogland.
*grins roguishly*
*winks*
*leans against a lamp post*)
Yeah. That. *nods*
*The masked woman leans forward*
I'm a trained assassin.
Anyone called Lorelei is too nice to be a killer.
Then you must not know many Loreleis.
*Sighs* Why didn't you kill me?
*Hesitates* My brother died in the siege. You could have saved him. I want to make you pay
Mara: *starts attacking the wall with her fists, screaming curses*
Harry: *grabs her arm* *pulls her towards him*
Mara: Harry- *tries to fight him*
Harry: *kisses her*
Mara: *tenses, then pushes him away* Harry, what the hell?
Harry: You need to calm down, Mara.
Mara: Harry, our baby boy... *is choked up*
Hello Annika
(HEY Annika)
(Hey, everyone.)
((Hey Anni (: ))
(I'm not entirely certain what is going on, so I suppose I may as well flollop around by myself.
I don't know what I'll do, though . . .)
I spent 30 years learning to become an assassin. I will not rest until the lawbreakers are dealt with
*Lorelei smiles, pulls out a gun, then begins to shoot*
(Man. Even having to say "Lorelei" is making me sad..)
((Hey Annika!))
*Rhydian stops choking*
Ever: Now.....Want to talk?
About?
Your life. The best therapist you can get is yourself.
Well that is good
(By-the-by . . .
I know that, since Oscar and Precocious are technically "together" now, you might think that it's all going to be boring happy-ever-afters and kissing and people living boring, happy, perfect lives.
Heh.
Heh.
Heh.
I intend to keep their lives quite interesting, never fear. Say goodbye to happy-ever-after, Doctor Precocious.
MWA HA HA HA HA!)
Robin, you illegaly travelled through time and altered it by becoming a cheif of a trible.
(Annika you evil bitch *said with love*
Because you left me there. That was a you thing.
Ever: Need help with your work?
No thanks. I'm good
Ever: Nonsense! You want to become a teacher. So I'll help ya.
Thanks.
(Anyway, what should I do . . .
*thinks*
Hm. I've got no good ideas.
I guess I'll just run on autopilot and see what comes up.)
*spinning in his swivel chair*
*in his office*
*looking at files without processing the words*
*and smiling like an idiot*
*he is also chewing a Tic-Tac*
*because Tic-Tacs are delicious*
*sighs contentedly*
Perrie: *watches, amused*
Mara: *looks up at it through her hair* I'll do anything. Just... what will it take to get our twins back?
Perrie: Well, *taps its nails on its cheek in mock thought* maybe a sacrifice would be in order. A human sacrifice. *its lips and veins turn black*
My data banks have no memory of this. *Places marble on the ground*
(Adra, you judgmental little bitch *said with love and respect*)
Well that's what happened. Sorry.
*Adra wakes up in a small alley way*
*Somewhere near the league of Evil*
*She groans, riddled with bullet holes, in a pool of he down blood*
(Thank you baby :3
If you need someone to RP with *points up*)
*Marble turns into cage around Robin* The court will hear your case and your sentence will be decided
Photo Q. Finish: *strolls in*
I have the file on that agent who went rogue.
Mmmmmm . . .
Photo: He's destroying Paris.
Mmmmmm . . .
*giggles to himself*
Photo: He's pole-dancing on the Eiffel Tower.
Mmmmmm . . .
Photo: Sir, I have the strangest feeling that you're not listening to me.
Say what?
*looks dazedly up at Photo*
Photo: Is there something on your mind?
. . . No.
Why would you think that?
Photo: You're staring at the same file you were staring at four hours ago.
Oh.
Photo: The same page.
Oh.
*looks at the file*
Yes, I see that, now.
Photo: *suddenly points at him*
*an appalled look on his face*
AND YOU ARE EATING A TIC-TAC.
(I will likely be here for a while, Adra, never fear. We will probably be able to role-play tonight.)
(Annika, you can join this roleplay if you want)
*Sighs* You know, Edward, sometimes I dislike you
Ok, Ill go
Gtg now. BYE!
I guess I'll wait here
(Someone could totes break me out)
I beg your pardon?
Photo: YOU'RE KISSING SOMEONE.
*nearly chokes on his tic-tac*
Wh-what?
Photo: You're kissing someone. Someone new.
You can always tell if a man is kissing a woman by how many Tic-Tacs he consumes in a day.
And what if he's kissing a man?
Photo: Then he chews gum.
*leans on the desk*
What woman are you kissing?
It's certainly not Trish. She doesn't look nearly depressed enough.
Har har har.
What is this, some sort of Tic-Tac conspiracy theory?
Photo: Yes. If a man's Tic-Tac consumption rate is over six per day, he's kissing someone.
So?
Who is it?
That is absolutely none of your business.
Photo: Okay . . .
*strokes his chin*
Okay . . .
*Tries to move, but finds herself in excruciating pain*
*Feels sick*
*Silently cries*
(BYE RHYD!)
Photo's Pager: *makes a beeping noise*
Photo: *glances down*
Oh?
It seems we have a guest in this building.
Is that right?
It had better not be that damnable Mr. Castalan again.
Photo: No, actually, it's a woman. And she just offered our lobby receptionist a cup of very wordy tea.
*looks up*
What was that?
What was what?
Photo: That odd little noise you made with your throat.
I didn't make a noise.
Photo: Yes you did.
I did not.
Photo: You did!
Is this her?
I refuse to dignify that with a response.
Photo: She's coming up to your office.
Really?
Photo: *smirks*
*backs out of the room*
I think I'll just go back to my office and leave you two alone, shall I?
Mr. Finish!
Photo: *disappears down the hall*
STOP.
EVERYONE STOP.
NO, DON'T. D:
(You know, Avenged Sevenfold change themselves with every album. Loving their second, third and fourth albums is like loving third different artists, and we all know how much variation there can be in a genre (and they were metalcore in their first and second albums, so their changeness actually spans albums, so ha. Plus their sixth album was really trying to be old-school metal, that was sort of its thing, and I haven't heard it yet beacsue reasons, but yeah, and if their third and fourth albums are 'Alternative' like Windows Media Play says, then they really do span multiple genres), and my point is . . . they change, every time, and I love them with each change, but part of me wishes they'd stayed like they were in their third album, City of Evil, because although their fourth album is probably better as an album, each song is like really unique, like some artists really sound like themselves and each new song is like a different shade of them, but on their fourth album Avenged Sevenfold like make each song a different colour, but my point is, on City of Evil, the songs may be mostly shades of the same colour, but the songs are so fantastic, and part of me wishes they'd stuck with that colour. :)
Then again . . . I playlist people album by album, and often the first is the worst so I just have to suffer through it, and stuffs. And yeah, and anyway, I was playlisting Avenged Sevenfold's second album, Waking the Fallen, and that was when I first grew to love them, and I was listening to some of their songs, and I was thinking that when I heard the newer albums, the more popular ones and were deemed 'better', that I should remember that they were amazing when they were metalcore, and to not forget about this album.
And then I moved onto City of Evil and it was WOW. Total obsession occurred. :P
And perhaps City of Evil is my favourite album, but with each change, I still love Avenged Sevenfold (although I haven't heard their sixth album, so we'll see).
And I think that's kind of beautiful, in a way.
But what I wanted to say was that their third album is so good, I swear, and I love how the songs kind of . . . like, the third song on the album, Blinded in Chains, it has a verse, and then a pre-chorus, and then a shortened version of the chorus, and then another verse, and another pre-chorus (with differne words, but yeah), and then the chorus, but it goes like (types whole thing)
As they thank the lord the blind can't see
Like a plague fed to the brain, deadly disease
I'd run away tonight
With my mind still intact I've gotta make it alright
Easier said that done
With not place to having
And having not place to
Running
Away from
Conditions
I see you but you're running
Away from
Your scared, seductive system
. . . and it sort of shifted away in the middle, and then shifted further away, and then the song goes into this whole other thing and starts going on about Jesus, and "Now look at the world and see/How the humans bleed/As I sit up here and wonder 'bout/How I sold your mind, body and soul"
TBC
And it isn't a structured song things, it's just like of him thinking, and then you go back to the chorus, which ends with a screamed 'RUUUUUUUUUUUUUN', rather than the whole shifting thing, and then the whole tone of the song suddenly changes, and it goes into a dark dungeon-y thing, and then it's all dark and dungeon-y and nothing like the rest of the soul, and then he sings a few things "You've fallen asleep/In denial/Look at the way we've dying, whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa, oh/How it ends I'll never know/Just live your life blind like me" and then it sort of ends on that darker note.
And that's the end.
And I love the way it sort of isn't structured like a structured thing.
It sort of goes into other aspects.
That song is 6:34 minutes long, and the shortest song on the album is 5:13 minutes long.
They don't have a single song under five minutes.
And not all of them wander off, but a good many of them do. The ending to Sidewider is just what the fuck. I'm just sitting there just going what the hell. And then you have the three songs at the end, which sort of tell stories, and they're 9:14, 6:47 and 8:46.
People say the third-to-last one should be a movie. Beacsue you have this really long intro which is really beautiful and people were saying they just listen to it for that, and then it's about this person, and his family were murdered and then he kind of went bad from grief.
And then the second-to-last one is about Pantera's guitarist who got shot by someone with paranoid schizophrenia and it sort of looks at different perspectives.
And the last one is about a soldier, and it starts off really slow and kind of "Why?", and then it kind of gets lively and kind of fun, and then it ends really sad and regretful, and the same rhythm keeps ebing repeated throughout the song in different ones and I really like the use of that.
But I like the earlier songs best, I think.
Mostly.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Idk.
And my point is, it's fantastic. The whole thing is just fantastic. :)
(sorry)
#ChaseForBookNine
( I'm not particularly well so forgive me if I just pass out)
Mara: *her mouth opens slightly*
Perrie: *continues* I think that maybe a popstar would be a good one, don't you?
Mara: *subconsciously takes Harry's hand in hers*
Perrie: PDA much? *snaps* *coughs and regains its posture* And of course, I'm sure that Mara would "give herself up instead". Puh-lease. This is all getting rather boring. Give me Harry Styles, and then I can just bond myself to him and live my days as a world famous popstar.
(OMG Star ily
Okay Robin.. *hugs both*)
Precocious: *shyly enters the room*
*looks up*
*eyes widen*
You . . . actually came?
Precocious: *nods*
I wasn’t expecting that.
Precocious: Are you happy, though?
Thrilled!
*stands up*
*walks around his desk*
Should we go out, then? For coffee?
Precocious: Don’t you have work . . ?
*waves a dismissive hand*
Awh, world domination can wait. You look lovely.
*looks her up and down*
Spotless, too! I suppose you’ve been listening to those cleanliness tips I gave you.
Precocious: Every one of them, to the letter.
Well, I think you look like a dream.
*takes her hand*
Alright, let’s go out into the world and enjoy one another’s company.
Let’s be in love, if only for one afternoon.
(Man PDA of hand holding is NOTHING on Tadra vigorously making out on the dancefloor)
E-mail spamming is so annoying yet funny...
hi
*Adra manages to prop herself up, a low whine barely drifting from her throat like a ghost*
*More blood pours from her... Seven bullet holes*
ANNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I WAS THINKING ABOUT OSMOSIS ALL DAY DAMN YOU (well, apart form when my thoughts were occupied with things like Avenged Sevenfold and a pound of walnuts) and ANYWAY if you DARE do ANYTHING I will kill you, unless I'm too busy screaming to kill you. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Precocious: *smiles shakily*
*trying not to notice his hands*
*and trying to forget the white-hot switchblades that they once held*
Where are we going to go?
Anywhere. I thought coffee, maybe?
*smiles shakily*
*trying not to notice her legs*
*and trying to forget how easy they were to break*
Precocious: That sounds lovely.
Yes.
Precocious: Yes.
Lovely.
Precocious: Mmmhmmm.
*leans forward a little*
*gives her a questioning look*
Precocious: *stares steadily back*
*presses his mouth hotly against hers*
Precocious: *shivers*
Photo Q. Finish: *strolls in*
So I was reviewing the Perry the Platypus file, and . . .
*stops in his tracks*
. . . Well then.
((ADRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa. D:))
#ChaseForBookNIne
(Oh Star, Star, Star, what kind of Derek Landy protege would I be if I didn't make them work really really really hard for a happy ending?
If, indeed, I choose to give them one?
Mwa.
Ha.
Ha.)
(OSMOSIS)
(Yeah I feel really ill so I'm just going to go, sorry Edward!)
(personally, I tend to get mad at happy endings and their unrealism, unless they're kind of sad in some ways, but yesssssss . . . )
You don't even have to give me an unhappy ending, though. I'm dying enough. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
If you don't love the Tarzan soundtrack, I am judging you to the max and beyond. Just saying. :')
(Bye Robin! Feel better, love! *hugs*)
Fours, Robin! :(
#ChaseForBookNine
((ikr Adra
although
harralie have had many pda moments that i would tell you all about but they're quite... detailed... *cough*))
(Man Lu)
(I hope you feel better, Robin . . .
*gives her chicken soup*
*and a hug*)
Precocious: OW!
*they pull apart*
*Oscar’s arms still around her*
Precocious: You bit me!
*looks horrified*
*lets her go*
I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!
*licks his lips*
*tastes the tang of blood*
Precocious: *touches a finger to her slighty-swollen lip*
Ow . . .
I’m really sorry!
I just got a little carried away . . .
Precocious: *looks away*
*adresses Photo Finish*
Do you know where I could get this tended to?
Photo: . . . Healing’s not really what we do here.
You could check down the hall at Dr. Terror’s office.
Precocious: Thank you.
Doctor . . .
Precocious: I’m fine. It’s just a little cut.
*vanishes out the door*
Photo: You sly old fox.
Huh?
Photo: You like her.
Shut up.
Photo: You like-like her.
I beg your pardon?
Photo: You want to make out with her, then take her home and make little OCD babies.
I . . . I do NOT.
*storms angrily into the men’s bathroom*
*the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue*
Photo: *follows eagerly*
((Bye Robin!))
Hey, Mushroom. :)
You know, I just realised that in order to rant about Avenged Sevenfold, I had to stop listening to them, and I'm just thinking about the irony of that. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
(They also had sex, so..)
WHATEVER YOU DO
I DO IT TO
SHOW ME EVERYTHING AND TELL ME HOWWWWWW
((ANNIKA, IF YOU PUT ME INTO SOME SORT OF SLIGHTLY/NOT SLIGHTLY EXTREME EMOTIONAL STATE, WHETHER GOOD OR BAD, I AM MURDERING YOU.))
((mara
adra
we do not need to talk about this))
#ChaseForBookNine
Fine then. No one say hi to me. again . Just like yesterday...
(Cute)
*Adra's life is slipping, in the way that one's hands do when they're hanging off the edge of a cliff, gravity pulling down, down, down.*
*She breathes out, cold*
*Knows she has moments left, and is in desperate need of a doctor. Her eyes close*
*stares in the bathroom mirror*
I . . . I bit her!
Photo: It happens.
But . . .
*looks very uncomfortable*
*begins to pace*
*licking a handkerchief as if trying to rid his mouth of the taste*
But you don’t understand!
I’ve tasted her blood.
Photo: So? You’re not a vampire.
Of course not! But you don’t understand, Finish.
I’ve tasted her blood before.
*drags his tongue across his teeth*
Many times before.
But it tastes different now.
Photo: . . . What does it taste like, sir?
It tastes like I’ve done something wrong!
Photo: You did. You bit her.
But I didn’t MEAN to. I got . . . I got a little over-enthusiastic. I didn’t mean to HURT her.
*stares at the wall tiles*
All the other times I did much more than BITE her. I tortured her. I ripped her apart, I bled her till she screamed, and I tasted a LOT of blood, but it tasted better then. It tasted like victory, and power, and ecstasy, and now it just tastes bitter!
*drags the handkerchief across his tongue*
Ugh! Bleck! It’s disgusting!
Photo: I’m not sure I understand what you mean, sir.
I mean . . . I mean I’ve been trying to hurt her for years, and every time I succeeded it felt . . . stars above, it felt WONDERFUL.
*begins to pace feverishly again*
And now I don’t want to hurt her. I want to protect her. But then I go and hurt her accidentally and it hurts like a bullet in my brain, and stars above, her blood is disgustingly bitter and I can’t get the taste out of my mouth!
*spits in the sink*
Hi, Snow! :)
Did you come on saying hi?
Because if someone doesn't say hi when they come on, I foten don't register them.
I don't often register Sir saying good morning/evening.
It's probably because it's missing the 'h'.
If I scroll up now and you said hi/hello/something, I will murder myself, after I murder everyone else I need to murder. :)
OH, YOU DID SAY HI
But you were talking about email-spamming, so I was thinking "Damn, I hope I don't look up and see five billion mails in my inbox" and the forgot about the 'hi' part. *facepalm*
Sorry.
*hugs*
#ChaseForBookNine
(FUCKING BABY LIKES BLOOD)
((ADRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! :( :())
#ChaseForBookNine
(Wait Snow's here?
Sorry. I mix her picture up with Mara's.)
Where’s the line?
The line between where I am now and where I was before?
Photo: . . . If what you say is true, then you love her now.
You hated her then.
No, no, no! It’s not as simply as that. Love and hate are the same thing, aren’t they? Very similar, certainly.
*paces bitterly*
Why don’t I hate her still? What’s different? What’s different now?
Photo: I think that what’s different is the fact that you’re working yourself into a frenzy over something so insignificant as you being a bad kisser.
*looks at him in stunned silence*
Photo: So you don’t want to hurt her anymore, and you, instead, want to make out with her till you pass out from lack of oxygen. That’s called hormones, and everyone has them.
*appalled expression*
Photo: If you want my humble opinion, you should man up, apologize for biting her, take her out to dinner, and have a nice long talk about the past. Work out your problems. Settle the debts. Balance the accounts. Then take her home and make love to her till she can’t walk.
*horrified expression*
*squeaks* That’s disgusting.
Photo: I’m a supervillain. I’m allowed to be disgusting.
*squeaks* Doctor’s different. She’s not like Trish.
I . . . I don’t want to sleep with her. Not yet, anyway.
Photo: You don’t want to sleep with her “yet?”
Stars above, man, what DO you want to do with her?
*very quietly* I want to marry her.
Photo: I BEG YOUR MOTHER FRAKING PARDON?
OSMOSIS
*hugs star*
((Adra - well yeah but that wasn't pda))
You know what, guys? I think you're all pretty amazing and I love you. Thank you for being who you are. <3 *huggles everyone*
You know what, guys? I think you're all pretty amazing and I love you. Thank you for being who you are. <3 *huggles everyone*
(Why thank you, Luciana.
*hugs Luciana*)
(OSMOSISIISISISIISS FYCK
((*huggles Luci* Ditto :) ))
I want to make sure I don’t lose her, alright?
*rocks back and forth on his heels apprehensively*
We . . . we’re already terrified of one another. Every time I look at her, I see her standing over the Carrows with a bloody knife in her hand, and every time she looks at me, she . . . she remembers when I tortured her into paralysis in 1890.
It’s not simple for us. We don’t know how to be in love, least of all with one another. We’ve feared the sight of one another’s faces for centuries, and now everyone expects us to be good at kissing them?
*shakes his head miserably*
I don’t know what to do. I don’t.
All I know is: I don’t want to lose her.
So, if she’s agreeable, we’ll elope, and then we won’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks. We could leave, go anywhere, and not know how to be in love somewhere where we’ll be happy just bumbling along.
We were born in an age when marriage was for life. If we elope, neither of us will leave the other, and that will be a weight off both our minds. We’ll be allowed to live, and love, and be happy, and learn not to flinch when we see one another’s faces.
THAT’S why I want to marry her.
Photo: . . .
. . .
Photo: . . . That actually makes a lot of sense.
Yes . . .
Photo: When are you going to ask her?
I don’t know . . .
*looks towards the door*
I don’t know . . .
((Annika, I think you did it, maybe.
I'm doing that think where I sort of cry and sort of laugh but just sort of shake and breathe don't do either, and I just had to clutch my face very hard and try not to make some kind of noise and just kind of try to survive and dammit STOP IT))
#ChaseForBookNine
(LUCI THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL FHANK YOU OSMOSIS OH MY SHIT
THEYRE GETTING MARRIED BEFORE TADRA THIS IS A PROBLEM
NOT REALLY
THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF A PROBLEM)
YES, I GOT FIRST.
I'VE BEEN WAITING TO DO THAT ALL DAY WOOOOOOOOOOO
OKAY, PLAIN AND SIMPLE DEDICATION TODAY, BECAUSE THERE'S NOT MUCH YOU CAN SAY ABOUT PERFECTION REALLY, IS THERE?
To Sparky. For being the perfect little sister I've always dreamed of having. For being a friend to everyone. For being Sparky. If Sparky wasn't Sparky, I wouldn't be Luciana. I probably wouldn't even be here...
Thank you Sparky; you're a real hero. <3
(GODS JESUS FUCK)
@Mushroom: Thank you so much. :) :) *hugs* I do know that it really does make people feel better, people doing that.
I love you. :)
*hugs everyone else* *I was going to start naming people but then I was hugging everyone*
#ChaseForBookNine
(*raises a tankard of ale*
To Sparky!)
@Mushroom: *laughs* This a competition you and Sparky are having? :P
*hugs*
#ChaseForBookNine
OSMOSIS
OSMOSIS
OSMOSIS
*exits the bathroom*
Photo: *follows behind him*
*sees Precocious standing by his desk*
Precocious: *looks a little flustered*
Dr. Terror only does genetic mutations and harmful fungi . . .
Ah.
Photo: Well, tough luck then.
Yes.
. . . I really am dreadfully sorry.
Precocious: It’s fine.
Photo: Yes, if only there was someone around who could magically heal injuries with only a touch of his perfect skin.
Photo Finish?
Photo: Hmm?
You’re a little bit of douche-bag, did you know?
Photo: *smirks slyly*
*sighs heavily*
Doctor . . . I promise to be very careful this time.
((A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I've been praying that you and I
Would end up together<3))
*hugs everyone* I love you all. c:
Hear hear!!!
*Her breath leaves her, her last thoughts of kissing him*
*She slumps over, her hot blood splashing up across her skin, in sharp contrast to the cold bitterness of the outside world*
YES IT IS A COMPETITION, BECAUSE SPARX REMINDED ME OF A COMPETITION TWO OTHER PEOPLE ONCE HAD ON THIS BLOG WITH DEDS, SO I CHALLENGED HER TO IT
AND NOW I AM WINNING
2-1:')
(Meera!
Osmosis!)
ADRA.
YOU ARE NOT FUCKING DYING.
DAMMIT!
#ChaseForBookNine
@Mushroom: *smiles*
I was smiling already, but if I hadn't been, I would have smiled.
That's such a beautiful thing to have a competition over. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Sorry i have little ones with me
Hey Zaf! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Adra!!! Nooooooo!! *slaps* do not die damn it! Dont die!!
It's almost midnight . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Liz stopped her car outside an ordinary gray house. Huh. Well, it wouldn't be safe if it wasn't ordinary. She knocked on the door first. No answer. Good.
Her hands moved quickly around the knob until the lock clicked, then she carefully pushed open the door.
((hello again. I will hopefully make this plotline less stupid soon. Until then, bear with it, okay?))
Btw that was just me screaming. Im not rping
Precocious: Okay . . .
I’ll be careful . . .
Precocious: *touches her bloody lip*
. . .
Photo: Aw, for crying out loud!
*sticks his spandex-clad leg in front of Precocious*
Precocious: *trips*
Whoa!
*catches her*
*presses his mouth against hers*
*there is a flash of brilliant light*
*that illuminates the entire room*
*and when it fades*
*they pull apart*
*his arms still around her*
*the cut on her lip is gone*
*and glittering light is still dancing in Oscar’s eyes*
Precocious: *shakily* Thanks.
Don’t mention it . . .
*takes a deep breath*
*lets her go*
It’s fine.
Precocious: . . . Photo?
Are you okay?
Photo: *has his hands over his mouth*
*and is rocking back and forth*
*and making odd, high-pitched noises*
THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN OH MY GOSH.
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