Behold the alternate cover. Gasp. Swoon. Wet yourself. Is it not brilliant? Is it not OMINOUS?
For more information, check out this guest blog I wrote for Waterstones here:
http://www.waterstones.com/blog/2014/07/skulduggery-pleasant-the-dying-of-the-light/#more-55456
(In other news, the Minions who have signed up for the Theatre of Shadows will be receiving an email on Saturday afternoon, around about 4 PM, detailing what the whole thing is about.
Here's a hint: it's AWESOME.
You can sign up at any time here theatreofshadows.ie)
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«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 4580 Newer› Newest»Okay, seriously, who the hell is this "pew dei pie"
No one believes that I dont know who she (he?!?) is.
I don't even like Pewdiepie, and I can't believe you don't know who he is.
Also, hullo, anybody who happens to be on.
Also, I too have an account on Quotev.
Also,
1 - This Theater of Shadows things sounds AMAZING.
2 - Sadly, I'd only be able to be an Online Operative.
3 - I wonder how I'd go about doing that? Perhaps I'll find out on the 9th, when the recruiting office is open.
4 - What do I even do?
5 - It sounds awesome, though.
6 - Help.
(Hey Anni!))
Greetings, Sli . . . Slivce . . . Sliv . . . you. Greetings, you.
(Rose, Anni. It's Death Rose. Slīvœrrsę is the true name.
Death is dead inside dead inside her mind.))
Ouch.
*scribbles this information in my hotel log*
*wonders if I will now have to re-commission Death Rose's portrait in the basement gallery*
(Yeah. That happened. Power struggles are fun when somebody dies...))
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
-I walk through the forest, wearing a black summer dress and some black ballet slippers-
-The summer dress stops just below the knee, very dark violet stockings underneath-
H-hello?
Is anyone here?
Naturally.
-I spin, my dress gracefully flowing with me-
Who might you be?
Ah, it appears we have yet to meet. Sir Reingington, at your service.
*Pats the park bench that he is currently seated on*
Please, take a seat.
-I cross my arms, my eyes shifting from Sir to the seat-
-I sit next to him, blowing fire into my hands to keep them warm-
Elemental, are you? Wonderful to see that they're still about.
I was trained in a guild in Tibet. The extreme climate and discipline allows pupils to gain elemental ability like no other. A century of training.
Fascinating. I suppose that people will put themselves through anything to gain power.
I'm not interested in power.
The greedy and infatuated minds of politicians and kings bother me not.
Power is not something I pursue.
*Shrugs*
If you insist, Ms...?
-I twist my hand, detecting Slīvœrrsę-
(Yeah, um, I'm just going to be on CS...
Bye...))
Moon.
Seraphine Moon.
The beauty of the moon, with the fierce of fire
How.. cliché.
Good bye, Ms. Rose.
Perhaps cliché, but still a lovely name, Ms. Moon.
Why thank you, Sir.
-I splay my hand, trinkets of water appearing, flowing beautifully through the air-
I do enjoy creating art out of my ability.
Many of my peers have told me that I waste my time, creating art instead of going into battle. Believe me, I know how to defend myself, but..
There's so much beauty in what I can do.
Well, I must say that it is refreshing, to finally meet one who uses their gifts for creation, rather than destruction.
*wakes up on the floor of her family crypt*
*the slits on her wrists have long since scabbed over*
*tear trails burn her face*
*sits up and wipes at her eyes, sniffling slightly*
*shakes her head, almost laughing at herself*
What happened to me..
*gets up*
-His words trail in my mind, as a smile curls my lips-
Yes, it is quite rare.
-I look up at him-
My earth abilities can be extended to turn others into stone.
*Frowns*
Is that so? I have yet to see something like that.
*moves slowly to the crypt door*
*considers just staying there*
*considers other things*
*sighs and rests her forehead against it*
Niccolò can do that. He can also turn people out of stone. He stole that ability from someone who developed it for research, though, and it has limitations.
#ChaseForBook9
Would you like to see something special, Sir?
Fascinating.
Perhaps if the collateral damage is minimal, Ms. Moon.
*is watching with interest* *probably not here, but reading anyway*
#ChaseForBook9
(Oh also hey everybody.)
*shakes her head and opens the door*
*steps through quickly and closes it*
*sets off walking*
(*Trembles in fear and points to website* I shall never stalk people again... Look what I found...
http://thestoryofthegoldenhorse.blogspot.com.au/2012/07/the-story-of-golden-horse-by.html?m=1
))
Not to worry.
-I stand up, walking a few metres away from the chair, as I begin what appears to be a martial arts form flow-
-As I do this, part of the ground concaves, and moisture begins falling from the air, creating a small pond in the concave-
-The stance has a few kicks in it, the kicks raising smooth stones from the earth around the pond-
-I blow fire into the pond, beautiful apparitions of firey koi swimming through the clear water-
-I smile, wiping the sweat from my brow-
Ms. Rose, did you type my name into the Google search bar?
*Blinks*
...
Well, at the risk of sounding like a broken record player, that was rather beautiful.
*weaves between the headstones to the gates*
*walks out, feeling lower than low*
*walls through the streets that were once home and now teem with youth and modern day children*
*the world has changed*
*walks to a park and sits on a bench, head in hands*
Why thank you.
I enjoy doing it, it relaxes me.
(I'm reading what you're saying, by the way, Silente. Just so you know!)
(Okay Seraphine. I don't actually know what she's doing. Just...yeah.)
*gets up again and looks at her clothes*
*wrinkles her nose*
*she's not going to go back to Blogland*
*she's giving the people there the gift of freedom and safety*
*sighs and sits back down*
*pops in a slips a note under the door*
It reads: come back. Come back when you're done. We don't want safety and having you there does nothing about freedom. Come back we want you here!!!
Dugglyn
(Oh and Hi everybody!!! See ya in about 2 hours!!!!)
...
Well. Thank you for showing me such a lovely display, I suppose.
(Yes, I did Sir. And please, call me Rose! Or Chase! Enough with the who 'Ms' or 'Miss' stuff. We're cool. Y'know. Like, no need for the super formal stuff.
Sir, I was looking for your old profile pic. And then your blog and I couldn't find it and then that came up and I died.))
(Heh.
Sleep is calling.
I'm going for a walk at 6am.
It is now 1:08am.
And I ain't tired.
NOT THIS AGAIN!!!))
*wanders into the living room of her house using the portal-opener Adra gave them as a wedding present*
Idiots everywhere... *sighs and collapses on the couch*
((Hello everyone and anyone who is here at this time))
Greetings, Ms. Asahina.
My apologies, and sympathies, Ms. Rose.
Hello, Sir.
How are you today?
*looks around the small park in France*
*it used to be a stable if she remembers rightly*
*ignores the note from Dugglyn, she's not going back*
*gets up and stretches*
*walks to the swings and starts swinging slowly back and forth*
(You did it again Reingington.
Rose or Chase. No 'Ms'. It's unnecessary...))
*Darkness clouded his vision and he fell to the ground* *he didn't feel the impact, but he knew that he had fallen* *something surged through him and jumped into his stream of consciousness* *Now that was done, the thing that had possessed him, could do what it was meant to do*
Tired, Ms. Asahina. Thank you for asking.
My apologies, again, Rose.
(Much better, thank you, Sir.))
(Actually, Chase probably isn't a smart thing to be called on here anymore. My friends have started to call me Chase. It's... Catching on. Sorry...))
*the entity that had possessed that poor guy had made it's way to the docks* *That's what he had to do. He had to get a ship and set sail and run away from this. The Sanctuary wanted him dead, so he had no choice but to run*
-----
*In the present day there were no boats* *well there were, but just not the kind he wanted* *he was, or at least used to be, a pirate. It was fun...While it lasted anyway* *now here he was, looking for Blogland*
*once he had arrived he decided to watch this place* *just to be safe*
*wonders where best to start fresh this time*
*can't come up with anywhere she hasn't already been*
*flinches, seeing people walk past*
*remembers Frances old vampire infestation*
*it wouldn't be safe for her to be out and about*
*moves away, walking into a shop hat*
Auburn, if you're reading this, I find you interesting and you don't annoy me and people end up arguing with people all the time. There's several argumentative people here. Including me. :P
So.
You Know Who I Am used 'it's' incorrectly. C:
(I love these clues. That's how I guessed The Sorry Assassin. That and the lack of commas. Well, not a LACK of them, but I would use more.
But then too many commas annoy me.
Often I mess with the grammar on my worksheets in school to make it all flow correctly. :))
Hey Silente, Star.
My pleasure, Sir.
*looks around, searching for a hat or something rlse that would conceal her forehead*
*preferably black*
*ends up buying a steampunk type cowboy hat thing*
*slips it over her head and walks, a slight smile on her face*
(That's why I speak formally when I'm staying hidden, so that little idiosyncrasies of mine can't be detected.
but once we were all trying to hide ourselves and then guess who we were and i spoke like this to make myself harder to spot.
Also, it's word choice. In that sentence, I changed "Although" to "but" and "attempting" to "trying" and took out an "I believe", as well as editing "undetectable" to "harder to spot".
Idk. :) I'm getting excited now. :P I think I find hiding myself fun.
(Hey Chi, how are you? Good to see you again!)
When I was younger, I never really understood commas all too well. But then, as I grew up, and I became interested in writing, it became evident that they're needed to make the sentence flow, and I have seen in the Golden God's books that they can be used as a shortened response, which adds attitude and just makes it an all around better experience to read.
Not once have I not read a sentence in the wrong context in the SP Series.
(I was this close.. This clues to sleep... But my brother had to turn the light on... *Sobs*))
((*close
Who cares. He will die in the morning.))
(Awww Deathy!)
*approaches a tall, elegant house and walks to the stable out back*
*strokes and pats a black mares neck*
Hello darling.
*heads the sound of a gun being loaded behind her*
*turns, lifting her chin and looking at the woman*
(*Twitch*
*Twitch*
hadn't slept properly all week.
And now this shit?
Ohhh... He is so going down...))
((I'm alright I suppose...you?))
(**hears)
(For everyone's sake, not least my own, I'm going to do thus conversation in English and not French)
Woman: Back away from the horse girly. Don't make me shoot.
*smiles* Hello Maria
Woman: *stiffens* How do you know ma name?
*pulls the tip of her hat down over her eyesI'm back. I knew your great granny. It's me I. I own this horse. *pats the mare affectionately*
(Im fine. I've not been feeling too good today but its better now thanks. Been looking after yourself?)
Woman: Gran mamies dead. Gone. Died long ago... You the girl then?
*nods* That I am.
Woman: *nods* You got da proof?
*raises an eyebrow* what proof did she ask for?
Woman: *smiles* you're the girl. *puts down the gun* You can take her. Nice for her to meet her owner for once. Take care of her m'lady. *walls away, whistling to herself*
*sets to work preparing the mare*
*gently hops up onto its back, leading it forwards*
*leans close to its neck*
*sends it into a canter, roaring down the street at high speeds*
*weaves along the roads*
*taps the sigils she had ordered to be given the horse*
*laughs as wings sprout from it, black and thick*
*they burst up into the air and start flying, towards the ocean, towards England*
(Hey Elleni)
*leans into the horse looking down at the English channel*
*hugs the horses neck*
*brings up images of Dug, El, Chi, Matex, Viv, Blake and all the others in her head*
*nods, certain that is right to stay away*
*looks over at the white cliffs of Dover, quickly approaching*
(I'm not going to kill the horse!)
*brings the horse to land on the cliffs then brings her back to a canter*
*okay, we're in England. We ain't going back. Where do we go..*
*thinks, letting the horse stop to eat*
(Why the hell would I kill the horse?!)
*jumps down and pats the horses neck affectionately*
*thinks carefully about places where she isn't being hunted*
*draws a blank*
*sighs and wonders if anyone in England owes her any favours*
(I still wouldn't kill the horse. I like this horse. It's my friend.)
*she couldn't ask any vampires*
*or Jack*
*Billy and Tanith were busy and the English sanctuary were more likely to cuff her than help her*
*thinks harder, a line forming on her brow*
Hello :)
The theatre of Shadows is a great thing isn't it?
(Hi Chlog)
(I dedicate thus page to ye olde language. T'is the heigh of its era and should be usedeth more in Ye neweth time-e.)
How are you guys?
(Indeed it is Chlog.)
*pauses*
*Sammy*
*a frown creeps onto her face*
*climbs onto the horse and sets her off again*
*Sammy was her safe house. He owed her a favour or two*
(I'n fine thanks.)
If Im to do it, Ill have to apply for a job, so hopefully I can go :)
*brings up Sammys file in her head*
----------Sammy Whiteclaw--------------------
--------------Gender, Male---------------------
---------Home, Manchester, Tbb----------------
---Character, Idiot. Smug. Enjoys beggers-------
---------Favour given, spared his life------------
-----Job, Sanctuary worker. James follower-----
*sighs*
This should be fun.
(Yeah. Fun.)
~~~Time warp...~~~
*brings the horse to a stop outside the house in Manchester*
*Sammy's inside, she can tell*
*slowly approaches the front door*
*takes a deep breath and knocks three times*
I've read incorrect sentences, but they were typos. :P
I just - I write how I think and I speak how I think, y'know? And in order for a sentence to be a sentence, it must have commas, really.
Like if you don't include commas )or punctuation no punctuation at all is much worse but no commas has a similar effect if diminished) then I just read it all in the same tone without any inflection like the low buzzing of air con or something and low buzzing noises like that eventually fade into background noise and you stop hearing them and similarly when someone speaks without commas my brain really struggles to focus and so it just kind of switches off and I realise I'm not actually reading it and then I have to go back and frown as my brain struggles to make the words actually go in.
When someone speaks constantly in exclamation marks it is more like a siren! My brain does not switch off, but the tone keeps starting down at the beginning of the sentence and rising up! Just like a siren! As such, this means I don't get the same tone! I just get an exclaiming tone! So the sentences can often feel the same!
When someone uses normal full stops and commas, their sentences flow like water flows. It's pretty. :) I'm also, subconsciously, more inclined to like them than I am to like someone who doesn't use punctuation, which sounds really bad, but as I can understand what people who use punctuation are saying better, I can kind of understand THEM better and get a feel for the tone of their personality and stuff better . . . ? Like, poor communication is a barrier between me understanding them. I don't mean understanding as in knowing what they're saying, I mean understanding as in getting how their mind works and what their point of view is and stuff.
You know?
So, yeah. Grammar is pretty important to me. :/
I don't use totally formal grammar myself, and I'm aware of that. Basically, I speak how I think. I'm just lucky enough that I think with commas included. :P
(That's because I've been reading like all my life.)
Also, a lot of the time, I adapt the way I use my words for effect. And if there's a particular tone I want to get across, I'll be speaking like that. You know when Zaf . . . the other day . . . she was insulting us all and stuff . . . and we were arguing with her . . .
Zaf was moaning at us for being unrealistic to the SP world, and Dragona said "We're all unrealistic to it. I have Mass Effect, you have Loki. Is Loki in SP?"
And Zaf went "You can't talk you have Mass Effect"
and I was just like "*FACEPALM* DAT'S THE POINT ZAF THAT'S WHAT HE SAYING /SAYING/. NONE OF US CAN TALK. BLOGLAND IS HOW BLOGLAND IS. WE CREATE BLOGLAND AND ADAPT IT. THAT'S WHY IT'S MAGICAL."
And anyway, I was being Hunter just before that, so when I stopped being Hunter to argue, I was in an identity crisis, so I couldn't really talk properly. So I said a comment to Zaf and it was kind of really bleh because I couldn't talk. And then I got myself back so I rewrote the comment and -
yeah, I'm finding these comments.
Star Inkbright said...
((Star: Dragona just gave a very valid argument ABOUT the argument that neither of you can argue.
His argument WAS that neither of you could argue.
And - believe. Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right. If you stop trying now, of course you're never going to succeed. And what do you mean, bring us together? We are together. Blogland has been very together recently, and it's beautiful.
((Sorry - I'm having a bit of an identity crisis and so have temporarily forgotten how to speak as me.))
You did make an interesting plot.
Someone didn't notice a comment, and you're saying they've destroyed your entire plot?
I don't notice tons of comments.
July 1, 2014 at 9:49 PM
Delete
That's comment number one.
Blogger Star Inkbright said...
((@Dragona: I haven't spoken in half an hour and I've already forgotten. -_-
I argue all the time though. :P
I think I'm back now.
*rephrases*
Star: Dragona was SAYING that neither of you could argue - that was his argument. :)
And - believe. :) Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you're right (Henry Ford). If you stop trying now, of course you're never going to succeed, because you're not getting any further.
We don't need bringing together; we are together. Blogland has been very together recently, and it's beautiful. However, your Loki plot is good, and it's had a lot of people interacting in it and piqued a lot of interest. :)
Someone didn't notice a comment - that doesn't mean they hate your plot. :) I ignore tons of comments. :/ I don't mean to - it just happens. You didn't notice Ari's comment yesterday . . . and It sucks when it happens. :/
(Yeah that was it. :P)
July 1, 2014 at 9:57 PM
Delete
That's comment number two. :)
See the difference?
That's communication and tone for you. Those comments both said the same thing, but they're such a big difference and THAT, people, is the importance of grammar.
I heard my name.
Effort, Star.
(Elleni - Mass Effect is a video game trilogy. My favourite video game series of all time.
It's a third person shooter game where you play as a character called Commander Shepard in a battle against some sentient starships called the Reapers who want to wipe out all organic life (Basically they want to preserve knowledge rather than for it to be lost when a species dies out - but it involves killing and harvesting people.)
Basically the game has amazing characters, awesome plot and the games rely on your decisions. I've played like 800 hours across the three games and I've never played the same game twice. Then you upload your character and your decisions from game to game so it all continues and the things you've done in previous games influences the outcome of the next.)
*waits, ready to grab a sword and behead him*
*waits for him to open the door*
*frowns and kicks the door open, walking in*
*realises too late that he was behind it the hole time and curses herself as the world goes black*
*wakes up not long later, tied to something*
*her head hurts*
Sammy: My my. James will be pleased. I could hand wrap you! Oh my this is perfect! This is brilliant. The great Silente Tempest, at my feet!
I have that problem when I am playing my characters. Sometimes I say something Loki would say, but I'm trying to speak as Zanida, but I mean thankfully I have her blood related so, if Loki and her say something the other would, I'll be like oh whatever they do rub off on one another.
But irl if I'm pissed off, ever since I spent an entire week of every afternoon having to portray Loki, I tend to say: Okay think like Loki. So I can not insult someone badly. When I'm in weird moods I think as characters. Weird? Yeah.
Also, msd/not really here V is over but I was skimming comments, she wanted Alice.-Zaffy
*groans and looks up*
Hello Sammy. You owe me a favour. Well you owe me more than one and I've come to collect
Sammy: *frowns* what. N. You ccan't...*sighs* great.
I want you to untie me. I also want you to help me. I'm hiding from some friends of mine, long story. I need help. You got anything.
Sammy: *nods angrily* yeah. I got somewhere. And something to help. But this is the last favour I do you!
We'll see.
(The Geth actually come from the Mass Effect universe. They're a race of synthetics created by a race called the Quarians. In Khelish (the Quarian language), Geth means "servant of the people" and that's originally what the Geth started out as - used for farming and stuff.
But then the Quarians required them to do more complex tasks and linked them all together in a network for software updates and stuff. What they didn't realise that the Geth became so complex they turned from a basic synthetic intelligence to a full artificial intelligence which started to question its own existence.
Then the Quarians realised their mistake and tried to kill the Geth, but the Geth won the resulting war and pushed the Quarians off their planet and forced them to travel in a large fleet of starships known as the Migrant Fleet, whilst the Geth themselves kind of served as caretakers to the Quarian world.)
Food brb.
Sammy: *grumbles and unites her*
Wait here.
*runs up the stairs of his house*
*smiles and stands*
That went better than expected.
((*watches the RP with popcorn*))
Um, a quick question...
You know this theatre of shadows thing, do you know roughly how much it would cost to get to and stay in Dublin?
Cause by the looks of things my parents wont let me go
Yes, I do. Sometimes.-Zaffy
*runs in and throws radioactive hummingbirds into Blogland and the rest of the world*
*they are tracking hummingbirds, trying to find Silente*
*so far they have never failed*
(Not here. Might be back, idk.)
Chloe- A lot, add in the 60 to go, plus say another 50 for round trip train tickets, if you don't stay in Dublin, plus food and lodging, you're looking roughly 2-400 of whatever currency you use, for me it's too expensive.-Zaffy
@Chloe: I HAVE NO IDEA!
Sorry, went for food. :)
My mum tells me that friendship doesn't just happen, and you have to work at it.
If you want anyone to like you, you do have to put in effort.
Like my friend C. She says she's mean now, so less people like her than before (and that's true. My form friend told me that she didn't like C because she'd used to be nice but now she was really bitchy), but that she couldn't be bothered to be nice and she didn't really mind them not liking her.
Sammy: *comes back down holding two cloaks and a necklace as well as some car keys* *throws the necklace and one cloak to her*
*catches them easily* What's this?
Sammy: Cloaks make is harder to see people at night. And the necklace is one of two things. Firstly, its a key for where I'm taking you. The only key. You're welcome. *glares* and it will also help with hiding you. It's like a cloaking sphere, only it doesn't work on anyone other than whoever's wearing it when its activated. Come on. *heads for the door*
*slips the necklace and the cloak on* *follows close behind him*
Thnx, it is too expensive for me and my parents don't want to go, so it looks like I cant go
@Zaf: But pounds are worth more than dollars . . . so it would be more dollars than it would be pounds. Is that the price in dollars or pounds? Because it would be more/less in dollars/pounds.
*the hummingbirds start to move towards England*
Sammy: active the necklace. I want to see if it works. It should also hide any tracks you've left, temporarily. It was very expensive.
*activates it and feels it heating up her chest*
Working?
Sammy: Right okay it looks like its working. Get in the car. *climbs in*
*slips into the passenger side*
*The last sentence wasn't necessary, sorry. I think I was caught up in trying to get my words the correct way around. :P
Thank you Elleni! Also, hi!!! Have a great day everyone!!! Idk when I'll be back....!
Sammy: *waits 10 seconds* *turns the key, starts the car, activates the locks and starts driving*
*looks out the window, watching the world go by*
Sammy: This could be a long drive.
Do you know what happened to me today?
It's PD week, so we all have abnormal timetables all week.
Friend G: We have IT and then science, don't we?
Me: No, maths then IT.
Her: Are you sure? I've forgotten my timetable!
Me: Oh. That's . . . not good. I'm just check my timetable.
*opens bag*
*opens planner*
*flips the piece of paper open*
*reads what subjects I have*
*closes bag*
Yep, maths then IT.
*we walk for about five minutes*
*me, being a paranoid person, wonders if I've read it correctly* *of course I've read the timetable correctly* *but I often read things incorrectly so I just need to make sure* *often when I'm walking to school I'll randomly check halfway down the street that I packed my bag correctly; I'm used to this paranoia* *I open my bag again to double-check*
*my timetable says it's IT then science*
*I've read it incorrectly*
*I looked at IT and science and thought it said maths and IT, even though I was specifically checking that I didn't* *what the fuckkkkkkkkkk?*
I have NO idea how I managed that. O_O
Ive finished my exams now and therefore school, now I have to manual labour in the house
I mean, I LOOKED at it and I READ THE TIMETABLE - *shakes head*
I can't even have been looking at the wrong day. It's Monday. We only have two subjects in each day this week. It's the FIRST COLUMN and there's TWO SUBJECTS and OHMYGOSH. :P
I cant wait to start college
@Chloe: :( :( :(
*hugs*
GUYS CAN I HAVE YOUR OPINION ON A COUPLE OF THINGS?!
See, I'm still just finishing year ten. :P
*hugs back*
(Your eyes liiiiied!)
*doesn't take her eyes from the window for the whole drive*
(Imma leave it there for a bit. They have a long way to drive.)
@Mushroom: THAT DEPENDS. WHAT THINGS?
COLLEGE SUCKS I HATE IT.
AND WRITING THINGS, STAR. WRITING THINGS. ALWAYS WRITING THINGS MY DARLING DEAR. ALWAYS.
Sure Luciana
@Silente: Ah, no, it's my brain. :)
Hunter TOLD you all it was terrible and really low-tech. :P
(Yeah. Timeskipping might be wise. :P)
Sure Lucifer.
@Mushroom: THAT STILL DEPENDS.
*waves hand, encouraging her to elaborate*
1. “What do you want from me?!” I scream.
Lynxia laughs bitterly and spins on her heel. “What do I want? I want you to stop poisoning my air with your toxic presence. I want you to leave Zacharia alone, because he has more important things to do than get jelly-legged because of you. He’s meant to be a warrior, not a pathetic… thing falling in love with people. He doesn’t see how ridiculous it is, but I do and I hope you do too. Never give anybody your Achilles’ heel; they’ll destroy it. They’ll destroy you.”
“But-”
“Don’t try to tell me I’m wrong,” she laughs again. “You see, that’s what humans do; they destroy things. We destroy things. Don’t let go of something so fragile, because the day that you wish for it back will be the day that it is destroyed. It will be the day that you are destroyed.” A small smile plays across her lips, but it’s only a fleeting one. Then black tendrils crawl up her frame and slowly consume her until she too has disappeared.
2. “Your bra straps are showing.” Zacharia says, nodding to the purple straps on my shoulders as if I care.
A harsh laugh escapes my lips, “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s going to be the end of the world now! My bra straps are showing, oh god no! It’s the end of everything! Prepare everyone for the apocalypse! Tell everyone I’m sorry for being so exposed.”
“Luce-” he begins to say, but I cut him off.
“Oh, so no apocalypse? Are you just going to throw me up against a wall and fuck me bloody then? Am I that irresistible? Is a bra strap that sexual? Can you not control yourself because, wow, there’s a bit of material holding up my clothes? Is it too much for you? Is it turning you on?”
He laughs, though his laughter is cut off short. Probably by my glaring at him. He’s really irritating me now. I don’t even want to be here.
“It’s just a bra strap. Get over it.”
Eh.
I just opened a new tab to open my email, and whilst I was clicking the 'new tab' button, I thought "YouTube." (because they're both red and I often open YouTube. The wrong word just popped into my brain. That happens.)
So I thought, "No, email." *wonders if I do need YouTube after all and analyses the fact that I don't need to open YouTube at this moment in time* "Open your email."
By the time I'd thought that, the 'new tab' screen had loaded, so I clicked on . . .
YouTube.
Even though I'd just THOUGHT that I DIDN'T NEED to click on YouTube.
I just saw YouTube and thought "Ah!" and clicked on it.
*facepalm*
I SWEAR, PEOPLE, MY BRAIN IS GETTING WORSE BY THE HOUR. :P
@Mushroom: I'm sorry, how I am replying here?
D:
I AM IN NEED OF SPECIFIC CRITERIA PLEASE. :P I HAVE ZERO CONTEXT ON WHAT I'M DOING.
STAR I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM. THEY'RE LITTLE THINGS I WROTE TODAY IN A LECTURE BUT ??? I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO WRITE MORE OF THOSE SCENES OR NOT
Hmm, I think Im getting obsessed with creepypasta vids on youtube...but some of them are soo funny!
@Bub of lord your brain.
@Lucifer...what star said
They were great Luciana :)
Better than anything I can write
I did ask whether I could have your opinions on a couple of things or not...
Okay then!
1 Awesome. Really cuel. That's meant to say cool. I really like this one. It's got tension in it. *isn't very good at getting her views across*
2 Made me laugh but not as good (imo) as the first one.
Ughh ive got to let my bro on the computer now -_- I guess that was expected seeing how we didn't have any internet on holiday
Thank you, Chloe! *hugs*
Thank you, Silente! *showers with glitter*
Kk Chlog. Bye!
*hugs back*
Byii
*eats the glitter*
*giggles and throws confetti at Lucifer*
I really can't be funny and it is really annoying, like, how do you do the funny
BYE CHLOE! *waves*
YAAAAAAAAY CONFETTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! *dances*
@Luciana: YES
I GOT THAT
BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING SO HOW THE HELL AM I MEANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY WHETHER THEY'RE DOING IT OR NOT? D:
(See, this is how I get in English. We get given a perfectly simple task that most normal people understand and I freak out and start crying about it. :P
I'm not crying now, of course. But I nearly do in English sometimes because everyone is writing and I just don't even know where I am or what I'm meant to be doing.)
However, I think they seem to be doing what they're doing, not that I know what that is, really well because it's . . .
Um . . .
*isn't used to saying this stuff in words as opposed to thoughtspeak*
*looks slightly stressed*
Because . . .
Because . . .
oh crap
Because you can kind of see that they're -
oh crap
. . .
Okay, we will abandon my justifications and reasonings. I think they're pretty good, Mushroom. :)
(Because they - have - stuff going on that is more than just the stuff that's there - and - and - and -
emotions.
And - emotions. Are good.
And -
and -
stuff.
(Okay this is probably going to be bothering me, and now I have the other side of not being able to say what I think.
There's two sides to not saying what you think. Well, three. Number one, you honestly don't know. Balanced arguments, no preference, that kind of thing. Number two, you can't put it into words. Beautiful example just there. Number three, you know what you think and you can say it because you don't want to because you don't want people to judge you on what you think. And number three's coming in a tad, but I suppose it's irrelevant anyway seeing as I'm all bogged up with number two.
. . .
I'm sorry.)
Thanks Star. Not especially helpful, but thank you nonetheless. :)
*attempts to translate Star*
They're good. They have emotion in them which is clear and makes the writing good. I like them. You can tell what they are supposed to be saying/telling and they do a good job if saying/telling that. You're awesome.
Is that about right Star?
**of
You're going to have to ask me more specific questions I'm sorry.
It's okay in stories because you have all context but seriously I have like -
*freaking out here*
Yeah.
Yeah.
I can do funny. :) I'm quite good at funny. Well. I think I am. I make myself laugh. Does that count? Zath said I was funny. Like, once. Ages ago.
. . .
I think I can do funny and I can do traumatic and I can do -
I can mostly do emotions, you know? I can do emotions, and speech, and I can do what people think about things and all that kind of stuff, all the stuff that I view as interesting, but then -
well, I can do description, actually. Not brilliantly, but I can describe. That's all your need, yes?
Plot. I can't do plot. Mostly because I never get far enough to need one, and when I make up stories in my heads I just focus on the interesting emotions so yeah.
And I also can't, you know, write with regularity.
And I get stuck.
And then I get the feeling that my writing is really boring and I've lost the spark and I don't know where I'm going anymore.
Yeah. :P
I've recently worked out that writing in snippets can work, for me, though, so, yeah. :) C just, you know, writes, writes through the story, every day, everything that happens, and she can manage that really well, but I can't really do that, I don't think.
I really just need to write MORE. That's my major problem.
. . .
See, I could say all THAT.
I can say all this RANDOM stuff.
-_-
@Silente: Yes, but that's kind of surface-level stuff and I just can't translate what's in my head onto paper. :/
It's like when you try and tell people why you love them. You can come out with all these descriptive adjectives, but they just never sum up the them-ness of them. I have never satisfactorily told someone why I love them, and it kills me a bit.
And, yeah.
-_-
@Mushroom: No. It wasn't helpful at all. I'm sorry. :/
It's alright Star. Words are hard. Word are mean.
And when you DO managed to say what you mean . . .
It's like if you had a shape with faded edges, and you manage to get the shape of the shape, but all the pretty faded edges have been cut off, and although the shape still looks like the same shape, it's blunt and boring and doesn't look pretty and magical anymore and you don't know how you can add the faded edges onto the end. :/
Don't apologise, Star. Some people just have thoughts so complex that even they are incapable of expressing said thoughts. Thank you for at least trying - most people in such a situation would just ignore my request and not attempt to help at all. Thank you. <3
@Silente: But I talk the whole time. I should be good with words. -_-
Eh. :/
*hugs Silente*
Sorry . . .
You did pretty good translating what I actually said though. :)
@Mushroom: *hugs*
I think all people's brains are complex.
That's what makes them people.
And - yeah. Sorry.
You're one of the most beautiful people I know, you know, and I mean that internally, because I value internal beauty much higher than external beauty, not that you aren't pretty and have fantastic selfies, of course. :)
Hey, Dragona. :)
Creativity cannot be defined as words simply undermine them.
I said that in English once we had to define creativity. And what your talking about sounds a bit like that
It's like the sunset.
No screw that.
It's like emotions and pictures and...and trying to describe things. Trying to put what you see into words kills the beauty of said thing.
No matter how well you describe a sunset the image you give will never he as good as the real thing. Because its not the same.
And thoughts are the same. You can't stuff them into words. That's like shoving a giant balloon into a tiny ting box. Unless you pop it it won't fix. And if you pop it its not the same
And...yeah. Whatever it was I just said.
My friend today was like, "Everything can be explained using maths".
So I said, "Meh maths doesn't exist" and gave all the reasons that I have about how and why maths doesn't exist and then I asked him if maths could explain the non-existence of maths.
(*nods at Dragona* you ate very wise. Your friend, no offense, is not.)
*the car rattles to a stop*
Sammy: *gets out and opens the passenger door* Out.
*climbs out and taps his shoulder when she's out*
Sammy: *grunts and closes the door* we're here.
People also say that pictures say a thousand words. But I don't think that's the case - I think every word say a thousand pictures.
I mean, take a picture. That's what you see. It's just a picture.
If the picture is described in writing, you'll get more than what you see. You'll get a glimpse inside the author's head and see things that you didn't see before through the use of similes and metaphors and things.
Put two words together and it can imply and infer things, it can be inspiring and emotional.
Put two pictures together... and all you get is a bigger picture.
*rolls her eyes and waits for him to continue*
Sammy: If you go down there there're loads of caves and tunnels that will lead to regular deliveries and waster disposal units. Don't ask for anymore favours. *gets in the car and drives away*
*starts heading down the steep cliff wall*
@Dragona: I think both is true.
But I prefer words, because I'm a wordy person.
@Silente: OHMYGOSH THANK YOU SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS.
*hugs tightly*
YES.
THAT'S EXACTLY IT. :)
You can't pin down these things. -_-
@Dragona: Yup. :P That's pretty wise. :) :)
brb
Heya! How are you all?
*finally makes it to the bottom of the cliff*
*its cold down here. And rather boring*
*sighs. Buck up kiddo. This is your future now*
*walks into the cave mouth*
*she can already feel the weight of the loneliness weighing down on her shoulders*
*double checks the necklace is still active and sits at the entrance of the cave*
*she can't do this. She misses everyone already*
*of course she can. She was doing it for them*
*even if they didn't understand that..*
*even if she didn't understand that.*
Hi Sil! How are you, and why are you in a cave?
(Hey. I'm alright. Sil ran away. As in ran away from Blogland and is now hiding. In a cave. In England. Yeah. All alone.)
(How are you?)
((I'm good thanks for asking :) and why has she done that?))
(She's been a bit...down, recently. She doesn't want to put anyone in danger and this is the only way she could think of to prevent it. It's not ideal and she doesn't want it but she can see no other way.)
((Oh, alright then. I don't know what Sky's doing atm, but I did have an idea to send him down to Hell...Because I'm bored and I'm in the mood for going down to Hell))
*gets up and moves deeper into the cave*
*starts looking around, she may as well familiarize herself with the area*
Aw, Silente . . . :/ :/ :/
I HAVE FINALLY REPLIED TO MY EMAILS AND THAT TOOK LIKE OVER AN HOUR. O_O
(You're such a charming author. I bet your characters just love you so much. *rolls eyes* Poor Sky.)
USUALLY IT TAKES LIKE TEN MINUTES. :P
Sorry for vanishing.
I'm trying not to fall asleep...
And trying to write.
Neither are going particularly well...
My characters pretty much hate me. :P
@Mushroom: :/ . . .
Sorry. If I had any advice on how to succeed with either, I'd tell you . . .
(Stars mind is slowly deteriorating)
(WB Lucifer)
*searches around slowly*
*speeds up, rooting through draws and shelves and boxes*
*finally finds what she needs*
*pencil and paper*
My characters...They love and hate me :P If I do something terrible to them, I always seem to make it up to them. Like Lena for example, yes I completely ruined her life and killed her by the Horseman...But in my head I've continued her story and made it up to her :)
hey Luci!
*looks at the pencil and paper, the sudden urge to have then fading*
*throws them across the cave*
*quickly makes a hologram of El and Dug*
*smiles brightly but then the smile starts to fade*
*both the holograms just look at her*
*she controls them*
*frowns, they aren't good enough*
*watches them fade away*
*turns hee back and walks to the cave wall*
*starts pacing*
(Lena... </3 D:)
Back.
((Ino :'( Still not over the Lenian ship sinking))
Gtg now. Watching a film. BYE!!!!!!
@Silente: Why, yes, it is. :)
*frowns and stops*
*sits down and crosses her legs*
*gets back up and walks around*
*leans against a wall*
*shrugs off and paces*
*goes to do a handstand but stops*
*paces*
Oh, with my character it's not what I do, because as far as they're concerned it's already happened and I just have to write it out. They just get annoyed at me for things like not being able to write and not being able to roleplay and having a brain that doesn't work properly and things. Everyone else has better brains than me so they're just like "See, why are we not in THEIR head?"
:P
*characters
Also, they believe they make their own decisions, and I can't decide what happens to them. They can.
Although I can try and edit things as best I can. Which they find really annoying.
Fours, Rhydian! :(
*sits down and nods*
...
*gets up and sighs irritably*
*she can feel her sanity slipping away*
*wraps her arms around herself*
*let's go and paces*
(Bye Sky.)
Hi, anyone miss me?
Hey Viv! :)
(Not really here - writing.)
Hi!
Hi!
(VIV! YOU'RE BACK! *cough cough* I mean hey.)
*sits back down in the cave*
*closes her eyes only to have them fly open again*
*maybe she should go back*
*surely it wouldn't hurt*
*the others haven't been seriously hurt yet*
*she was probably just over reacting...*
*No. he wwasn't being weak!*
(**She **wasn't)
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