Hello.
Ah, my poor neglected blog. How I have ignored you. Once you were the apple of my eye (okay, not really — the name of this blog is what it is, after all), but then along came Twitter and suddenly you seemed somewhat clunky and... unwieldy...
But see? I have returned. I've been away a lot, I know. Work. I had that book to publish (which went really well, by the way) and then all those tours, including a trip to New Zealand and Australia to meet all those readers with funny accents.
My life has been somewhat chaotic as of late, and when things get chaotic, some other things suffer. You, it seems, are one of these things.
But I'll try to rectify that. I really will. I'm home now, after all, and settling back into normal life. What normal life will bring me, though, I have no idea.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
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No, Danni. The reason you promise to never hurt me is because you are capable of hurting me.
...
Safer than the vacuum of space, Ms. Kerias.
It is secret.
It is safe.
*looks confused*
The goat is safe Loki, I promise!
I just saw the ghost of Sophia...
Good, I wiuld be devasted if it were not.
(Hello, Loki, how are youuuu?)
It's safe, Loki.
Danni: Well, Tia, I can't hurt others. If I do, it tears me up
Inside...
Chev... They're flamingos...
Aaaand, I'm out of Skittles... ~Danni
(Oh, you can definitely hurt me. I know that from the first time I cried over you.)
Hehe, no they're Tengos!
So you guys did notice Karen Gillan in Guardians of the Galaxy, right?
Of course I did. How could I miss her?
...
I'm sorry, Tia... ~Danni
(Good, just checking. I saw her post pictures while filming on Twitter, but forgot about that until I actually saw her. A pleasant surprise indeed.)
You're worth crying over, Danni.
(Alright, shutting up now.)
Tia... I'm not... ~ Danni
We've gotta go now. Danni has to hang out the washing.
Farewell Death Rose..
(See you soon, Danni. Take care!)
((I called it!))
Hello, Ghost of Sophia. Is it ok if I call you Sophia?
What did you call Tia Halcyon?
I am the ghost of Sophia Keating.
(Coldplay - Atlas, you guys like?)
Hello. Sure. The living breathing version of Sophia Keating no longer exists so I shall take the name.
Is the person who calls herself Clara Crowley here?
Is Sophia d- dead?
I mean, I know she had a low life expectancy, but that's better than a death expectancy...
Oh yes, she is. Horrible accident.
Oh my, seems my time is up! Farewell!
No... no no no where is Sophia, don't give me this crap where is Sophia?
*attempts to give a final farewell hug to Sophia, but passes right through her*
Customary greeting when I meet a ghost: oo spuky gost
I have an 11 minute mix of Disco Inferno on my phone...
(Good night, sweet dreams to you all!))
My eyeful of reflections a ghost's
Eyeful, which, envious,would define
Death as striking root on one land-tract;
Life, its own vaporous
It was not a heart, beating.
That muted boom, that clangor
Far off, not blood in the ears
Drumming up and fever
Like a diver on a lofty spar of land
Atop the flight of stairs I stand.
A whirlpool leers at me,
I cast off my identity
And make the fatal plunge.
Hey, Adra. How are you?
*hugs her*
*falls asleep in her arms, warm*
...
Please don't do that
Which part exactly?
The falling asleep in my arms, the unwonted...touch.
I'm sorry, Adra. I was only trying to welcome you, and the sleep, that's my plan now.
*sleepily staggers away from Adra, then falls asleep again*
((Good night, Adra.))
I know, it's alright
Are you okay, Adra?
No
Is there anything any of us can do to help?
....
Yes, but feasibly, no
Well, what can I do for you? I'll do anything within my power.
No you won't, believe me, nor will I ask you to.
I have to brb, the baby is crying
Ask me. Try me. Come on.
Come on.
...
Goodbye, then.
*goes*
Adra, please...
That was odd....-Zaf
Hmmm...?
Nothing, hi Rose.-Zaf
Hey Zaf. You okay?
Yeah I'm fine, just hanging in my warm bed.-Zaf
It's too warm here...
I heard its getting really hot..-Zaf
Yeah... Already in the 30°Cs
Oh, this Thursday to the next Wednesday, I won't be around...
Oh.....
I'm going on a family holiday to Darwin...
That merely means I just won't comment here...
You can take over a realm or something when I can't stop you.
I find no reason to come here other then if you're on, even my author gave up.
Go cause mayhem. Torture some people.
I better see you comment, Loki.
I assure there will hardly be a comment, none at all more then likely.
You better, Loki. You have to get out and socialise...
I care not about socializing, most of them bore me.
I dare you to take Sophia to Asgard.
I despise Sophia, I will hardly come here.
Please Loki... Or take Blake...
*She kissed him softly and nuzzled his neck*
Please...?
*holds her close* I cannot. I do not have motivation to be here if you are not.
Please Loki... I want you to...
No matter what you want, by the time I come on they all leave.
Well, when they are on. And you're on. I want you to take someone to Asgard and not hurt them.
Also, the others have done Daylight Savings time, I have not this now makes them 6 hours ahead.
I am not taking anyone to Asgard.
...
*She hid her face in Loki's chest and sighed heavily*
I love you.
I know...
As long as you know.
Mmm...
(Fabi...?)
*kisses gently*
((For fucks sake!!!! My brother drank my soda and mymom ate the entire bag of Munchies i bought specifically for lunch at school. Wonderful. Two fucking things I have and they're eaten. -Zaf
*She kissed him back softly*
(That sucks, Zaf...)
(Never mind)
What do you wish to do today?
(("Owe I'll buy you more." No they fucking won't. Guess who is starvinf at lunch? One measley sandwich for lunch this week everyday since typical mom eats my snack.-Zaf
I don't know, Loki...
(That's all I ever have at school, Zaf. Just a sandwich.)
Whatever you want to do, Rose.
(I'm sorry Zaf...)
Loki, I chose last time. It's up to you.
I really...I don't know.
Your turn, Loki. Think of something you want to do and we'll do it!
*is quiet, not actually sure*
What do you want to do, my love?
I don't know, I just want to be with you.
Then you can be with me.
*She nuzzled his chest softly then peeked up at him*
I'm yours.
That is all I ask for, love.
Zanida: *laughs, seeing the two together*
Good...
*She turned, frowning when she heard Zanida's laugh. She pressed tighter against him*
Zan??
Zanida: I am here. *looks scared*
*whispers to Rose* If you wish to arrest her, do not hesitate.
I... She should be arrested... She's an escaped prisoner...
*She turned in Loki's arms again and buried her face in his chest*
Zanida: Don't....please....I don't want to be a prisoner!!
But you escaped!! You shouldn't be here...
Zanida: I can't stay....I....I can't be imprisoned. I just want to be with Thor happy on Asgard....
*keeps Rose close, ready to strangle Zanida*
Zanida, you committed a crime... You went against us to try and take over Midgard.
It's like Loki back a while ago. Except you have killed anyone that we know of. You should be imprisoned...
Zanida: I'm not going back to the dungeons. None of you can force me.
Actually-
Zanida: *runs*
*She bolted after Zanida, then stopped, frowned, and teleported in front of her*
Stop. By order of the Queen.
Zanida: *shockingly stops, looking petrified*
Thank you, Zanida.
*She took her hands and concentrated, teleporting in front of Loki. She stumbled back, dizzy*
*grabs Rose* Easy.
Zanida: Loki....please...
*is quiet for a few moments* I do not wish to imprison her due to having Ricci then motherless...
Body... Ain't used to teleporting...
*She leaned heavily against his side and nodded*
Mmm... Warning... Then imprisonment if she does it again...
Very well, and until I can trust you, I want you with Thor or myself at all times.
Zanida: Fine. Can I go find him?
He is in the palace, go.
Zanida: *runs off to find him*
*She watched Zan go and then snuggled in close to Loki's chest*
What a caring father... I love you, Loki.
Leif: *appears on Momma's head* Momma!!!!
Leif!
Leif: Daddy! Kari bit me!
Hey Leif...
*She pulled him off her head and laughed*
I haven't seen your sister in a while... Perhaps we should all go on a family picnic somewhere...?
Leif: Kari no play with me much.
Where is Kari?
Leif: Sleeping.
Doesn't, Leif. Kari doesn't play with you very often.
Come on, I'll go get her. Loki, you can take Leif and prepare so good food.
Certainly. *picks Leif up and goes with his son to get some food*
Kari: *asleep on her bed among the tons of teddy bears she has*
Thank you.
*She walked into the palace and up to the nursery. She grinned at her daughter swarmed by teddies, and picked her up gently*
Hey baby... Come on, we're going for a picnic with your brother and daddy and me.
Kari: *starts crying* I wanna go sleep!
You can speak too...?
*She kissed her head, picked up one of her teddies, and walked towards where she was with Loki moments earlier*
You can sleep over there, baby...
*comes back with Leif and a basket* Which realm?
Kari: *stops crying and buries head against Momma*
Let's go to Vanaheim. It's my favourite.
*She smiled and kissed Kari's head*
Kari's a little tired. She'll sleep over there. Oh, and Loki, you look absolutely charming like that. Perhaps we should go for a little walk through the city before we go? Then everyone can see the Loki that I get to see!
As you wish, Rose.
Kari: *looks around and starts to giggle*
Leif: Sissy!!
Kari: Bwother!
Twins....
((Zaffy gonna sleep I can't see straight
You odd children...
Thank you, Loki,
(Goodnight, Zaf.)
The whole house smells of snake shit now. My brother opened the door to his room and also where the snake lives, and its cage hasn’t been cleaned in a long time.
Now the whole place smells of shit and all we can do is let it air out.
And my older brother just drove off. In a rage.
Fuck.
Hello?
Hey...
Forgive me... I'm in a very foul mood at the moment...
Ah, finally a new blog post.
I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, Derek, but I was unable to comment, since all the recent posts seem to be full.
In lieu of comment space, I had to make do with a plate of cheese, which, while quite delicious, is hardly a means by which I could communicate best birthday wishes. Therefore, I have decided to say the following:
Greetings, Mr. Landy.
We not specified beings here at the not specified location wish you a wonderfully unspecific unbirthday.
Sincerely,
Not Specified
*Raises hand*
I am officially confused.
Terribly sorry about that, Miss Death Rose.
A very joyful unbirthday to you as well.
Of course, if for some statistically unlikely but not impossible reason it is your birthday, then happy birthday.
However, I consider happy unbirthday to be a safer hypothesis. My deepest regrets if this is inaccurate.
Sincerely,
Not Specifed
It's okay, not specified person.
And it's not my birthday, so all is fine. Thank you. Happy unbirthday to you too!
Thank you kindly.
Again, you have my deepest apologies for any inconvenience and/or confusion I may have caused you.
...
Should I put 'sincerely, Not Specified' at the end of every comment? I've never done it before, but it seems rather...chaotic to break from the pattern of those last two comments.
Sincerely,
Not Specified (?)
MY LEO HAS FOUND A CALYPSO
IM SO PROUD
You don't have to be so proper... There's only one other person that I know that speaks so... Big-wordedly... Sir. I think you and Sir would get along quite nicely.
There is a first time for everything, Not Specified!
Hey, Snow.
Hi. Excuse me while I go fangirl over my rp character finding love
Alright, Snow.
Alright, then... I'll try my best to sound like a normal individual.
Congratulations, Snow.
Notty, just be yourself. I was merely saying that you don't have to sound so proper because that's what some people do. They come on being all really proper but they prefer just talking like I do, or how Snow does.
Just be yourself, Notty!
Are you suggesting I'm not speaking in a proper manner? How dare you, madame.
Thank you for making me choke on my Doritos, Snow...
Notty?
It could be considerably worse, I suppose. It could be "chowder-face."
It's extraordinarily difficult for me to converse like anything or anyone other than a pretentious idiot. Of course, as "pretentious idiot" is well within the spectrum of my personality, this should come as no surprise. Nevertheless, my manner of speaking has diminished the intelligibility of my speech on many occasions. The raison-d'être of word is to convey meaning, and if the meaning cannot be understood, the word is not doing its task properly. Thus, I really ought to endeavor to speak more plainly.
Contrariwise, I have been known to sympathize with less-used words. I'd hate for them to feel lonely and unloved.
It's quite the quandary.
I understood everything except that last word!!
And it's Notty because 'Not'ty.
And I honestly have no idea how to respond to the rest of that, other than I actually understood that.
I shall leave you alone with Snow for a while... I've got work...
I do try my hardest, Rose.
I have the most bizarre need to call you Specified, Not Specified. So I will.
Fairwell, Lady Rose!
A quandary is like a dilemma, only without horns.
(It's a predicament)
If you wish to call me Specified, I suppose you may. It's also completely acceptable to call me Ariel.
Good luck with your work, Death Rose.
Oh! OH!!
I had a maths quiz Friday afternoon and I didn't know anything, so I wrote this:
If I could write you a song to make me pass this quiz
I would already be wa-alking out the door
I know this stinks, but I hope you like this
Yeah,
You probably wont because you are a teacher
But the sad thing is that my teacher wont get it. I love that song!!
Ariel it is then.
... for some reason I am talk in a really weird accent rigjt now irl
I'm afraid that the song referenced is completely beyond me, but if it brings you enjoyment, that can only be a good thing.
*flollops off because I have work to do* Sorry!
I have been known to develop a posh accent of unknown origin (vaguely Scottish-like) when in the company of certain irritating individuals.
Goodbye, then, Snow. I'd best be off as well, I hardly intended to linger here for any great length of time.
-I walk through Blogland, covering my eyes from the glaring sun-
*She frowned down at Kari who was sleeping in her arms, then looked up to see someone knew walking*
Uh... Hi...?
o.o
i just got my laptop out and now i have a 'please prove you're not a robot" thing on the comment box.
whyyyyyyyyyyy derek, whhhhhhyyyyyyyy
(It only does it once, Snow.)
and now it's gone.
what...??
*completely confused snow noises*
*doesn't understand*
hell
i dedicate to confusion. because right now i am confused for many reasons.
Colbie Caillat is so talented, like whoa. O_O
(Not here, sleeping soon. Don't worry.)
(Just wanted to share my latest discovery!)
*shifts slightly in her cell, body encased in a metal shell so she can't use sigils to escape like last time*
*hears French whispers nearby and listens in, wanting to know her due date*
*raises an eyebrow at what she's hearing*
*makes a mental note to just walk into a vamp den next time*
(French sanctuary)
*after a while cleavers enter and undo the chains hanging the metal shell from the roof*
*she is thrown over ones shoulder and carried into a van*
*the doors are slammed shut, leaving her in the dark*
*the van starts up*
(cannon. Remember she was packing her bags? She turned herself in. There's a note in her family shrine. She figured that's where smart people would look for her.)
*the van drives, cleaves sat silently around her*
(despite her mum dad and Granmama being alive..)
(I'm not entirely sure. She seems down..)
*the van comes to a stop but everyone stays in the van*
*traffic jam*
(*hugs*)
*the van starts up again, fast*
-time skip-
*the cleavers force her to kneel before the three elders*
(I'm with Elleni on this one, dying is not good.)
(Sil: too late.)
*after a long, boring speech from the grand mage the cleavers lift her, dragging her to the edge of the cliff*
(No! Don't die, I don't know how to help! Someone help Sil! Tell me what to do! Let someone help you! PLease! Don't die!)
(Sil: *laughs* I'm beyond helping.)
*a strong boot to her back sends her over the edge, falling towards the sea*
(Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I don't know how rp works! Someone help me to help Sil!)
(Sil: hard to do that when you can't find the body. Love you, darlings.)
*crashes into the waves*
Elder: *watches*
*waves a hand and part of the cliff face collapses, crashing down, burying her for good measure*
(Sil: hard to find a body that's buried in the sea in a different country. I highly doubt you'll find it. Hell you'd most likely think I've ran away again.)
(Ok.)
(And will give up when they find no trace.)
(**Sil:)
You're so stubborn, Silente.
Oh shit I'm awake at 1am again.
Not good.
(Sil: they will easily give up.
Sil: @Fabi why thank you. I like to think of it as determined instead of stubborn.)
(You know what Sil? I bet you your bottom dollar that they will find you and they'll bring you back to life, and you'll have no choice but to live.)
(Sil: you know what El, yes, I wanna bet.)
(Onwa: No. Neither of those benefit me.)
(Sil: the whole point of a bet is that you profit from winning. El dying does not help me nor is it appealing to me.)
(Sil: then its useless to either of us.)
(Sil: Hmm. If you can't find me...Someone has to pair with Viv. *eyes El*)
(Sil: you heard. Erica can convince him its love. James can make him completely forget me. All he'd need is a pair. *raises an eyebrow at El*)
(Sil: why not? If you're so sure you'll find the body then there's no need for you to even think about what happens if you don't. Or is your faith wavering?)
(Hello.)
(Hey Soph!
Sil: oh really. Well clearly you lack faith in your abilities to succeed. Shame.)
(Canon or non-canon?)
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