Earlier this summer, Aretha and I thought that she and I should have a day of straight RPing, like what happened last summer. But she's been really busy, and now that she finally has time, I can't be there
@Adra: Anybody can access the Blog comments, though - it's a public place. It's not so much you/here, as putting things on the internet generaIIy, I think. So- FUCK I JUST BROKE THE DAMN L KEY AGAIN I ONlY USED IT FOR ONE COMMENT WHAT THE HRHEIWSP:GKRESBde *aggressiveIy peeIs gIue off the space in her keyboard*
AIso, Mysterious GhostIy Voice, I reaIIY Iike your picture. :)
*smiIing whiIE simuItaneousIy gIowering is odd, by the way, Iike They're two things which don't want to be together?*
@Adra: Do you guys have other holidays fairIy reguIarIy, over there? Is it possibIe that the timing of said schooI breaks wiII coincide for you and Aretha, and you can find some free time within that? Or perhaps if you even get a free weekend between you? There wiII be other opportunities to RP, and it may not be a fuII day as pIanned, but I'm sure a time wiII come up when you can both fit that in? *hugs* I hope something works out for it, anyway. :/
*nods at M.G.V. in a 'you're weIcome'-Iy sort of way* :) ^^
I don't have sympathy for that because to be honest you spent so much time emailing each other with rp, I have no tolerance for that at this point.-Zaf
Never said I did, you were the one that left, I said back in June I had no problem and you continued to email, so I mean the whole thing about keeping your email thing apart, you did to yourself. You didn't have to leave and people tried to bring you in, but you refused, even now I see Chi try, but you still don't join in. You rely heavily on Ari, and when people do try to bring you in, you never join. -Zaf
I should be back soon. I hope. I am taking medication, and by medication, I mean chocolate and kittens. I'm petting the kittens, though. Not eating them.
(I plan many things. Most of which contradict each other.. For example some would male EVERYONE hate me. Some would make you two hate me. And some others. And, like, three make people like me instead :) )
(Don't have too many expectations of them . . . they're their own people and have the freedom to be whoever they want to be, not who you want them to be. :/
We considered that, actually. Well, not pies exactly, but human meat labeled as that of animals. Though it was more of a novel idea than an actual plan, and we never did anything with it.
*quiet singing* Do you want to build a snowman? I know I haven't been online . . . I've been taking medication and- It's helping me to feel a little fine The guilt is really tricky It's hard to bear But Blogland can show me how Do you want to build a snowman? There's no time like the present So how 'bout now?
*pats the bunny* Do you want to pet a bunny? I was hoping you'd say yes Because small and fluffy creatures are The perfect remedy for when you get depressed There's a chemical imbalance That's in my blood So I've no right to complain Do you want to pet a bunny? It doesn't have to be a bunny But it's better all the same
Do you want to write a story? Writing is what keeps me alive I've always thought I was a writer but I'm afraid that I have lost my drive And if you are a writer Who cannot write Then what exactly are you? Can I even write a story? Do I want to write a story? Yes. I do.
But I am content with the silence. *breathes deeply of the Blogland air* It is good to be home. I've missed Blogland so, so very much. And I am very tired.
*strolls down the winding, dusty road back to the Hotel* *recalls that the Hotel may spawn anywhere I wish* *shrugs* *decides to walk down a different path* *equally long* *equally dusty* *but different*
*strolls down the lane* *kicks a pebble out of the way* I have been in Blogland a long time now. The Wednesday after next will be my one-year anniversary. Even on the days when I was not in Blogland, my soul was here. *murmurs* Aye, there's the rub . . .
*sighs* I miss Blogland. I miss my friends. I miss him. Oh, la, what a tragedy my perfect life is. *skips down the road*
*plucks a rose from a nearby bush* *twirls it between fingers* Ah, unrequited love! It is the muse of poets, the downfall of nations, the desire and despair of a thousand hearts! Was it not unrequited love that launched the ships of Troy? Unrequited love that rotted the hearts of a thousand murderers into ashes? Ah, love, it makes cowards of us all, and I coward I am indeed! For though he doubtless knew the stirrings of my heart, he never shared the same for me. Nor should I expect him to! Indeed, I should have been the tiniest bit disappointed if he had, for he is, by nature, a heartless thing. Nothing I may have said could have stirred his heart. Oh! *casts the rose into the wind* Love!
[Pops head in and whispers] New Guess the Bloglandian challenges, for anyone who's interested. Regardless of interest level, I hope you have a nice day. :-)
*reaches down* *tries and fails to touch the water*
They say your reflection shows your True Name, not your Taken Name, and that your Given Name means nothing.
*tilts head* *gazes at reflection*
They say your reflection shows what you have the potential to become. I wonder what I have the potential to become.
*skips down the road* *quietly singing a nursery rhyme* Trip was a banana thief . . . the finest in the land . . . I heard he stole one from the king . . . and then the king got mad . . .
*notices a dead cat by the side of the road* *pokes it with one foot*
Comment Deleted.
. . . Wouldn't it be fascinating if there was a Bloglander called Comment Deleted? And he tried to comment again and again, but all that his keyboard would allow him to type was "This comment has been removed by the author."?
For a fellow with Bad Guy and Prime Evil in his name, you seem rather nice. Though I don't know why I should be surprised. I have met few monsters that I didn't find charming, and few heroes that I didn't find unendurably smug.
I apologize for using it as a boat. But you may sit in it with me, if you like. *makes a space for Fabi* There is always room in the H. M. S. Umbrella.
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FFS.
I'm a Junior, fifteen years old.
I hold the premise that if there were any pedophiles on the internet, they would stalk the Twilight fandom, and things like that.
Not a book that's... Well, hardly heard of in most countries (a shame, btw).
But AP...
Well that gives me enough information.
I could probably guess.
But I wont
Well we are..hanging out.
*nods*
yup.
VIEH: I have no name. Just a job.
*Hugs the voice*
I love you..
(could you?)
I see. So why does El look very agitated?
It's just that this is so frustrating...
Earlier this summer, Aretha and I thought that she and I should have a day of straight RPing, like what happened last summer. But she's been really busy, and now that she finally has time, I can't be there
And it
It's just upsetting -_-
...
*Cuddles Alastair tightly*
Yes, Vivanus...
...
:/
MSD...
I have no idea. El...
(hmm..I didn't realize. How so may I ask?)
El?
@Adra: Anybody can access the Blog comments, though - it's a public place.
It's not so much you/here, as putting things on the internet generaIIy, I think.
So- FUCK I JUST BROKE THE DAMN L KEY AGAIN
I ONlY USED IT FOR ONE COMMENT WHAT THE HRHEIWSP:GKRESBde
*aggressiveIy peeIs gIue off the space in her keyboard*
AIso, Mysterious GhostIy Voice, I reaIIY Iike your picture. :)
*smiIing whiIE simuItaneousIy gIowering is odd, by the way, Iike They're two things which don't want to be together?*
Don't be, Voice...
Email me? I know I established that thing we talked about... But if you need me, I'm more than happy to help you out.
Vivanus, I'm good at linguistic analysis, as well as patterns within one's writing. Number of typos, the words one uses, etc...
(Ok, Adra, you sound like a female version of me...challenge is on)
(I think El poofed...)
*shrugs and smiles at Viv*
So..why'd you come over?
I was bored.
*says this almost TOO nochalantly*
*raises an eyebrow and grins*
Bored? Was Patch not enough company for you?
Path TRIED to KILL me.
Patch is an inanimate object Viv, he physically CAN'T intentionally kill or attempt to kill you.
He did.
I very much doubt that.
*jumps down from the counter*
Patch is a cutie.
*Cuddles Voice*
Really msd..
@Adra: Do you guys have other holidays fairIy reguIarIy, over there? Is it possibIe that the timing of said schooI breaks wiII coincide for you and Aretha, and you can find some free time within that?
Or perhaps if you even get a free weekend between you?
There wiII be other opportunities to RP, and it may not be a fuII day as pIanned, but I'm sure a time wiII come up when you can both fit that in?
*hugs*
I hope something works out for it, anyway. :/
*nods at M.G.V. in a 'you're weIcome'-Iy sort of way* :) ^^
*not here*
*but, actauIIY not herE, now*
You sure? You seem distracted.
VIEH: Time waits for no one and yours is wasting away..
Thanks, Taia... But... :/ Aretha is really busy like... Always, so I don't know
(You win Adra!)
A cutie to you maybe. I barely escaped with my life!
BA-BAM
HOT DAMN
I'm gooood
Scaredy cat.
*grins*
I don't have sympathy for that because to be honest you spent so much time emailing each other with rp, I have no tolerance for that at this point.-Zaf
(BYE EL! ENJOY THE THING YOU'RE WATCHING!!!)
Maybe we wouldn't have done so if you hadn't bullied me until I was forced to leave, Zaf.
(Adra, you continue to amaze me...)
Um...do that mean we should leave El's house?
(but Adra could you please delet so no one can find it?)
He says as I make Spongebob Mac n cheese
Yeah. Come on. You and Patch need a bonding session.
*grins at him and grabs his hand, leading him out*
*delete
(so why did you change your mind from your first guess to the second?)
*lets her pull him off into the darkness*
Done, Vivanus
Never said I did, you were the one that left, I said back in June I had no problem and you continued to email, so I mean the whole thing about keeping your email thing apart, you did to yourself. You didn't have to leave and people tried to bring you in, but you refused, even now I see Chi try, but you still don't join in. You rely heavily on Ari, and when people do try to bring you in, you never join. -Zaf
Your typo of Patch have it away.
I think there was another typo...
I can't remember what it was though
/rolls eyes/
(You are truly spectacular! I almost get the feeling that I know you irl and you are just messing with me!)
*isn't taking him into darkness, is taking him to the treehouse*
*stops and jumps up onto his back in one smooth movement*
Giddy up Vivvy!
(Ok, my typos are because I don't type properly...not age...)
I'm just saying what I observe, I just decide to not comment most of the time, I don't exactly know every small detail.-Zaf
*takes off running, bucking occasionally*
*runs to the tree-house*
So you think, Vivanus...
Well
Where was I
Oh yes...
*Cuddles her Alastair tightly*
*easily rides out any bucks, hugging him tightly*
*kisses his neck*
(no really, I have like perfect spelling in real life unless it's like past ten...)
I typo because I type too fast.
Lol.
Oh, I believe you.
But if it weren't connected to age, I would have gotten to wrong...
It's just a theory I'm developing.
*and because my brain screws up
*and from that, you can analyse that I'm comfortable enough saying stuff that I don't read it over before posting it
*swivels her around to the front so that he can kiss her while running*
(I would be very interested in this theory if you cared to share it.)
*grins and kisses him back*
*murmurs against his lips*
Don't run into a tree.
I typo because IOS 7 and I do not mix.-Zaf
*cuddles his Adra tightly*
Not now, Vivanus. Perhaps I'll make a post on my blog about it... I'll let you know when I do.
*Nibbles gently at Alastair's neck*
:)
*Hugs Alastair warmly* *Wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala*
(ok)
You don't trust me?
I do...but still. Don't.
*holds Adra, kissing her hair*
Zanida: *holds Ricci, feeding the tiny baby*
*Cuddles him tightly*
And I must take my leave.
Fine.
*swings her onto his back again*
*arrives SAFELY at the tree house*
*Trips Viv on his way to the tree house*
With less than an hour left to hand it in, I've almost finished my mask yaaaaay. :)
*glares at Blake from Viv's back*
Bad Blake.
*jumps down*
Alastair, are you able to talk to Astrid?-Zaf
(Ahhh sweeny tod is on...mbd.)
*Runs off into the sunset, laughing all the way*
*looks up at Blake*
Are you trying to pick a fight to relieve your boredom?
*rolls eyes*
He's a moron.
*smiles at Viv*
Youth before beauty.
You go first both ways...
*runs into Blake from the direction he's running and tacklehugs him* Blakey Boo!
I'm only younger in looks.
Whaugh!
*Falls flat on his back*
Hey Chi...
that's what youth is.
*picks her up and carries her in*
*grins and loops her arms around his neck*
*kisses him with a hand in his hair* Hello handsome.
*Kisses her back passionately*
And where did you come from eh? I thought my escape rout was perfect.
*Laughs*
*laughs with him* Not as perfect as you thought. *kisses his neck*
Aren't you meant to be in bed resting?
http://doctorprecocious.blogspot.com
I should be back soon. I hope. I am taking medication, and by medication, I mean chocolate and kittens.
I'm petting the kittens, though. Not eating them.
Oh I just couldn't resist messing around with those two, it's my job after all.
*Rolls over on his side so they're facing each other and kisses her forehead*
I thought your job was to be a good husband and daddy *smiles and brings him closer*
((ok Annika ^.^))
Uh... speaking of which, who's with the twins?
(Its amazing how redish eye shadow can make you're eyes look when combined with pale makeup and a tad of black eye shadow..)
I'm sure they're fine...*is staring at him*
Ok no we should get home.
*grabs his hand and starts running home with him*
(Aww. Poor Miss Lovet...:( Bad Sweeny! She was singing to you!)
Or not....-Zaf
SIL I LOVE SWEENEY TODD-Zaf
(Sweeny is ace. I've never managed to see it all, my sister tried to hide it from me. But its ace!)
The what? Link me.-Zaf
*They arrive home and dash up the stairs, the twins are resting peacefully in their cribs*
Whew... They're fine.
*He goes to Lira's crib and rocks it gently, looking at his daughter as she sleeps*
I told you they would be fine...
She's definitely a daddy's girl. Which means little Lucas will be a mommy's boy *smiles at her son*
(And both of them can love auntie Sil! Jk.)
(They will both love you if you plan to be the "fun" aunt.)
(Or I can train them to hunt vampires >:D)
(I plan many things. Most of which contradict each other..
For example some would male EVERYONE hate me.
Some would make you two hate me. And some others.
And, like, three make people like me instead :) )
(Blake! *hits him over the head*)
(Yes I get the feeling Blake is going to make the kids hunt vampires instead. So, there goes the whole 'love auntie Sil' thing.)
(Don't have too many expectations of them . . . they're their own people and have the freedom to be whoever they want to be, not who you want them to be. :/
*hugs* :))
Also -
FIFTEEN MINUTES BEFORE THE DEADLINE, ME FINISHED MY MASK. :)
(:D)
(YEY! Now send it in.)
What reflection competition?!-Zaf
(*glares at Blake*)
(Oh calm down I'm kidding, I'm sure the kids will love you.)
(Mmm. Sure.)
((I'm going to sleep. Goodnight everyone who's here. *Hugs to everyone online who can see this*))
(Bye Chi! Night! *hugs her back*)
I got mine in two minutes before the deadline.
It's still not technically done. I haven't glued the feather thing on.
It was done enough to pose for a photo, though. XD
I'M SORRY, OKAY? I FORGOT THAT MIDNIGHT FOR YOU PEOPLE WAS THIRTEEN MINUTES AGO.
IT'S FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WAS MIDNIGHT?
XD I didn't even enter my mask because it wasn't done. Ah well, I can still have a rocking mask
Its alright. Time is hard. Time zones are evil.
Sweeny is awesome.
Going to my friends at 11. Just under two ours. Msd, wbd, getting stuff ready
Snowbunny. :-)
Sweeny <3
I could imagine Adra and Alastair feeding people pies...Hmmm...
Well..i could imagine it if Adra was unbalanced. Not so much as she is now. Aladra are sweet. Mm.
BAD MRS LOVETT BAD!
We considered that, actually. Well, not pies exactly, but human meat labeled as that of animals. Though it was more of a novel idea than an actual plan, and we never did anything with it.
*Hugs her Alastair*
it's true... I forget what we were going to name the restaurant, though..
Awww. I find that strangely sweet.
hiya, silente!
Hello...Crimson Dark..do i know you?
we blogged last night
I was extremely tired last night. I doubt i gave you my proper greeting. And now i find it redundant. One moment.
NO SWEENY LEAVE HER ALONE NO BAD SIT DONT DO IT PLEASE NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
Nice to meet you.
Tw*t. I hate him. KILL HIM KID PLEASE!
nice 2 meet u 2
whos sweeny
Okay. Good. I'm happy now.
Anyway. Hello. Nice to properly meet you! I msd due to phone dying and sleep calling and that lot.
Sweeny Tod. The demon barber.
aah, right....
well ive gtg, helping out at parents cafe, got 2 be up at 5:30
So. How are you?
And are you an rper?
it was nice meeting u
Ah okay bye!
im fine and wtf does that mean ( sorry )
bye
As a question, do you know any good cell puns? Or a nice name for a warrior clan of cells?
*the Midnight Hotel melts out of the earth*
*bust open the doors*
*the music swells*
What did the cell say to his sister when he stubbed his toe?
. . . Mitosis.
*facepalm*
*breathes deeply the sweet smell of Blogland air*
*it smells like blood and memories*
*slowly falls backwards*
*PLOP*
*lies on the floor of the lobby, staring at the ceiling*
Snow?
. . . I'm sorry I haven't been on lately.
I miss Blogland.
I explained everything on Superfluous Adventures, so I hope that makes up for something.
Right now, I just want to sing Do You Want To Build A Snowman to Blogland, but that would be insensitive, since your name is Snow.
SING IT LOUD AND PROUD MY FRIEND
I think I may lie here for a while, on the floor of my lobby.
*stares at the ceiling*
And talk to no one . . . it's nice to be talking at all . . .
*hops around because I'm a bunny*
*sits on Annika*
*quiet singing* Do you want to build a snowman?
I know I haven't been online . . .
I've been taking medication and-
It's helping me to feel a little fine
The guilt is really tricky
It's hard to bear
But Blogland can show me how
Do you want to build a snowman?
There's no time like the present
So how 'bout now?
*pats the bunny*
Do you want to pet a bunny?
I was hoping you'd say yes
Because small and fluffy creatures are
The perfect remedy for when you get depressed
There's a chemical imbalance
That's in my blood
So I've no right to complain
Do you want to pet a bunny?
It doesn't have to be a bunny
But it's better all the same
*huggles Clara*
Do you want to write a story?
Writing is what keeps me alive
I've always thought I was a writer but
I'm afraid that I have lost my drive
And if you are a writer
Who cannot write
Then what exactly are you?
Can I even write a story?
Do I want to write a story?
Yes.
I do.
I'm sorry, clara, but I have to go. A friend is here *hugs*
*waves goodbye*
That's quite alright. I understand completely.
*continues to stare at the ceiling*
I seem to be alone in Blogland.
*whispers* I can do anything I want to.
*pushes self to feet*
*brushes self off*
*puts on coat and hat*
*locks the Hotel*
*goes for a walk*
*walks down a lonely road*
*the only one I've ever known*
*walks these empty streets*
*down the boulevard of broken dreams*
*to self* My my my, aren't we feeling emo today.
*sets off in search of adventure*
*stops walking*
*it seems adventure has found me*
. . . Many things in life are anti-climactic.
*subtly slips hand into coat pocket*
*clicks the fob on the key chain*
*beep beep*
*the Midnight Hotel sinks into the ground, out of harm's way*
*smiles politely*
Hullo. I don't believe we've met.
*offers hand to shake*
Well, I'm not much of a people. Xanadu then, if it's all the same to you.
What brings you to Blogland's lonely boulevards?
So what is going on?
Hello.
Only silence, and a few lonely souls. Nothing is happening here. Not really.
Hello Xanadu.
How are you?
Hello Loki.
How are you?
Hello anyone I missed.
How are you?
But I am content with the silence.
*breathes deeply of the Blogland air*
It is good to be home.
I've missed Blogland so, so very much.
And I am very tired.
I'm fine. Thank you.
Well, I see that you are chatting.
*pulls out keys*
I suppose I'll return to my Hotel. Perhaps adventure is not for me.
*strolls down the winding, dusty road back to the Hotel*
*recalls that the Hotel may spawn anywhere I wish*
*shrugs*
*decides to walk down a different path*
*equally long*
*equally dusty*
*but different*
*hums*
*watches the birds fly past overhead*
*Blogland birds are different from real birds*
*Blogland birds are all carrion scavengers*
I have had enough staying in and sleeping to last me a lifetime. I wonder if I might rub that out with but one hour of adventure.
*strolls down the lane*
*kicks a pebble out of the way*
I have been in Blogland a long time now. The Wednesday after next will be my one-year anniversary. Even on the days when I was not in Blogland, my soul was here.
*murmurs* Aye, there's the rub . . .
*sighs*
I miss Blogland. I miss my friends. I miss him.
Oh, la, what a tragedy my perfect life is.
*skips down the road*
*storm clouds gather on the horizon*
*stops walking*
*low chuckling*
Heh . . . heh heh . . .
*loud, joyful laughter*
HA HA HA HA HA!
*plucks a rose from a nearby bush*
*twirls it between fingers*
Ah, unrequited love!
It is the muse of poets, the downfall of nations, the desire and despair of a thousand hearts! Was it not unrequited love that launched the ships of Troy? Unrequited love that rotted the hearts of a thousand murderers into ashes? Ah, love, it makes cowards of us all, and I coward I am indeed! For though he doubtless knew the stirrings of my heart, he never shared the same for me. Nor should I expect him to! Indeed, I should have been the tiniest bit disappointed if he had, for he is, by nature, a heartless thing. Nothing I may have said could have stirred his heart. Oh!
*casts the rose into the wind*
Love!
I know not what is going on.
Thank you.
*shrugs off the hand*
I have always had a flair for the dramatique.
[Pops head in and whispers] New Guess the Bloglandian challenges, for anyone who's interested. Regardless of interest level, I hope you have a nice day. :-)
*smiles meekly*
Why thank you, Fabi the Fabi-lous.
*continues down the dusty lane*
*it winds over a bridge, spanning the great gray-green greasy Limpopo river*
*leans over the edge of the bridge and looks at reflection*
*reaches down*
*tries and fails to touch the water*
They say your reflection shows your True Name, not your Taken Name, and that your Given Name means nothing.
*tilts head*
*gazes at reflection*
They say your reflection shows what you have the potential to become.
I wonder what I have the potential to become.
*skips down the road*
*quietly singing a nursery rhyme*
Trip was a banana thief . . . the finest in the land . . . I heard he stole one from the king . . . and then the king got mad . . .
*notices a dead cat by the side of the road*
*pokes it with one foot*
Comment Deleted.
. . . Wouldn't it be fascinating if there was a Bloglander called Comment Deleted?
And he tried to comment again and again, but all that his keyboard would allow him to type was "This comment has been removed by the author."?
How delightfully absurd.
*keeps walking*
*the storm clouds are growling*
*they begin to settle in the sky above*
*they open their mouths and wretch rain down on the world*
*produces a black umbrella from nowhere*
*unfolds it*
Rain is odd in Blogland. There's so much magic in the air, you see. That's why the drops seem to change color, and sizzle as the zip past.
*holds umbrella over Xanadu*
For a fellow with Bad Guy and Prime Evil in his name, you seem rather nice. Though I don't know why I should be surprised. I have met few monsters that I didn't find charming, and few heroes that I didn't find unendurably smug.
I did that once, actually.
Commented as 'Comment deleted'...
Or maybe I didn't actually end up doing so...
At the very least, though I thought about it.
*holds the umbrella over Fabi as well*
Thank you for what you said on Superfluous.
I needed it.
*the rain pours down harder and harder*
*water begins to pool around my shoes*
*I turn the umbrella upside-down and set sail*
*the H. M. S. Umbrella*
Zanida: Hi!
Not a problem at all. And thank you very much for the shelter of your umbrella.
We all feel bad at times.
Some of us brush it off as a joke and rejoin the world around them.
Others of us let the badness infect our souls, and become wicked.
Others become wicked, brush it off as a joke, and infect the world around them.
I apologize for using it as a boat. But you may sit in it with me, if you like.
*makes a space for Fabi*
There is always room in the H. M. S. Umbrella.
*sails across the rainwater-laden Blogland*
*murmurs* Yo ho . . . yo ho . . . a pirate's life for me . . .
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