Thinking up the idea:
- Think of an idea.
- Lie in bed and think about the idea some more.
- Dismiss idea.
- Walk around house. Do menial tasks. Allow the mind to wander.
- When the mind has wandered around to an idea, stop doing menial tasks and pay attention.
- Write it down.
- Read it over.
- Change it.
- Lie down on sofa. Let idea form a story.
- Dismiss idea. Hates idea. Idea is stupid.
- Decide to write from the headlines. Switch on news. Read newspapers. Look for inspiration.
- Ebola, eh?
- Brand new idea. A plague that wipes out most of humanity! The few survivors come together under some vague supernatural (religious?) pretence.
- But evil people have also come together! Drama! Conflict!
- Realise your idea is The Stand, by Stephen King.
- Read The Stand, by Stephen King.
- Go back to original idea, decide it's good enough.
- Congratulations! You now have your idea!
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«Oldest ‹Older 3201 – 3400 of 4788 Newer› Newest»((Niccolò would be horrified at the mere suggestion of taking part in a Hunger Games. I am honestly not overly interested by the idea. Aretha would be hard pressed to kill anyone under those circumstances. So while I appreciate the invitation, I imagine I'll still decline.))
(Tiiiiiiiiaaaaaa shuuuuussssshhhhhhhhh)
*A hand grabs for her ankle from the shadows, attempting to pull her in*
Of course she's alright. She merely isn't living here anymore.
*sighs*
*lies down next to Sil*
*holds her hand*
*and just lies there*
(Sorry for poofing there, my cat was being... well, a cat.)
Good...I'm glad she's okay.
(*looks at the time* ugh. I should sleep. Night guys..)
*yanks her leg upwards, and slices through whatever is pulling her down with a dagger*
(Good night, Sil! I like you so much! c:)
*The hand retreats with a grunt, a moment later Blake emerges from the dark with tendrils of shadow lashing out around him*
(Good night, Sil.)
(You better mean as a friend Tia!
*curls up around her cat, Sathron, and sleeeps...hopefully*)
*drops to the ground *
*uses her dagger to cut some symbols into her clothes, and into the skin beneath it*
*approaches Blake, a dagger in her left hand, a revolver in her right, and a winning smile on her face*
*He stops, noticing her expression*
*A smile spreads on his face*
It looks like you're ready now. Let's begin.
*His left eye shakes violently, darkness seeping from his pupil. Soon, the entire eye seem like a void. Another voice, deep and ancient, speaks with him*
Come, mortal.
*approaches Blake, smiling even more*
Sheer strength, lies, Blackmail.
But I've decided. Sheer strength it is, with a little blackmail to fall back on.
*tilts head*
You're not winning this one. You can't pierce my clothes. You can't pierce my skin. You can't pierce these markings.
You'd need to take my soul, but that's never gonna happen.
*aims her revolver at Blake, and shoots him in the kneecap*
*His knee explodes into shadows, quickly reforming without any sign of damage. He smirks*
"Can't" is a word that applies to those bound to the rules of existence.
*He suddenly flies forward, closing the distance between them almost instantly. His hand grips her face tightly and he hurls her through the forest with inhuman strength*
(Uh...Tia? Only as a friend right?)
(To clarify, he's not physically any stronger or faster than he was before, his control over shadows has been amplified. What he did was launch himself forward with the shadows cast under his feet, then used them as a sort of piston to back up his throwing arm.)
(*hugs Sil*)
(Oh, and as far as his knee reforming: As he lets himself fall into the background of his mind and let the other thing I mentioned earlier take over, his body changes from flesh and bone to darkness. He can be hit, but not by anything purely physical.)
(And on that note I've got to poof for a few minuets to have dinner, don't go anywhere.)
*gets hurled through a tree, toppling it*
*rises*
I don't have my favourite toy with me, but this will have to do.
*rushes back towards Blake, her revolver out and firing at Blake's legs as soon as she's close enough to guarantee hits*
((*aggressively ships Tia and Silente*))
((((@Kes *aggressively ships Sil/Tia/Danni/Loki/Rose/Kes*))))
((Tia, Kes would be totally down for that if she weren't so smitten with Delila))
(Honestly, why is that the first thing that I see when I come one?)
*He stalks forward at a slow but steady pace, unfazed by the bullets tearing his legs to a shadowy pulp, they simply reform after every hit*
*He looks at the ground beneath her feet, covered by the shade from the trees. As she passes over it, the shadows become like quicksand. Quicksand with a mind of its own, that is. Tendrils rise from the void, grabbing on to her limbs and torso*
(Really gotta go now, I'll be back soon.)
((Viv, you can join if you want!))
((Bye Blake!))
(On a side note, Blake's not really... bringing it.
If this was Valkyrie Cain, she'd have her clothes stop the projectiles, and she got thrown into/fallen down on a tree in book 1.
Val herself could have held out so far into this fight.
Not very impressive, Blake. Fight harder!)
(You odd human beings...)
((Hey Death! It's totally Tia's fault))
(Forget I said anything, Blake.)
(Hello, Viv! c: glad you saw that, for some reason.)
(*huggles Danni, smiling* How are you?)
(Aw, don't peg all of this on Tia... :'( )
((Death, Storm a bit too, I suppose XD))
Wbd
(I'm not sure if I should be amused or befuddled...)
*has devised a genius plan to escape Blake's evil tentacle things*
(It incorporates my favourite fictional weapon. I, the author, would give an arm just to have this thing.
Which, all things considered, is probably a bad idea.)
Bemused, perhaps, Mr. Keen.
Rose!!
(I have a person willing to 'educate' me with alcohol tonight...
Hmm...)
((Vivanus, I'm going with both))
(Quite possibly)
Hi Sir!
Death, don't you dare.
(Rose...education is important, aclcohol...not so much
Hey Loki!!
Viv, I can.
No alchol.
(Danni. No.
I have an alcoholic suicidal relative. Just no.
No.
*hugs tightly*)
Please don't, Death.
Alcohol has no positives.
*hugs tightly*
Loki. I can do what I want. Isn't that a familiar saying to one like you?
I can drink if I want... N started drinking when she was 15...
Death, and how did that turn out for her?
Rose, it will not end well.
Alcohol should never be consumed for its intoxicating effects.
She lost all my respect. But I've already lost my respect for me, so...
*Shrugs*
Eh, I'll be fine. I always am.
(Ta-da, I'm back to continue beating Tanya to a pulp.)
(*Huggles Rose*)
(Ohh... *Huggles Blakey back*)
I dedicate to music. Music is a way of expressing ourselves. So technically I'm dedicating to people. To us. May we all find happiness. And let music help us along the way.
And to Danni/Rose and Sil. You're both great people. You deserve happiness as much as anyone here. Never doubt that. You're amazing, and I love you both c:
May you find your happiness soon.
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I can.
How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan.
How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash upon the sand.
How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far.
How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you,
As long as you can.
How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say.
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer, if I may.
[Spoken:]
We're all traveling through time together
Every day of our lives.
All we can do is do our best
To relish this remarkable ride.
...
You're all amazing! c:
*sighs*
Death, everyone loses respect for themselves at some point or another, and it'll come back eventually. It's harder to regain the respect of others.
And you know what I think? I think, if you didn't realize it was a bad idea, you wouldn't be telling us. Because you know how against it we are. So I think you want us to convince you not to do it.
(Danni, don't drink alcohol just because.)
Tia... Please don't make me cry in class...
*Lets go of Blake and huggles Tia tight*
She's crying again...
Loki... :/
Maybe I should go, then...? I'm already talking to Dylan, he's nice. He also has a crush on me, he admitted it to me. He's the one going to 'educate' me.
Ah, tata!
Death, that was not what I meant and you know it.
I was just trying to make you realize that it's a bad idea.
*hugs to Death*
*death
(*hugs Danni*
Alcohol is not happiness.
Dylan is not nice if he's doing... this.
Alcohol at 15?
"Educating"
Yeah, right.
*hugs Danni, not letting her do this*)
...
*carves something onto her arm
Blake, I am being killed by sand, so if you wouldn't mind...
*outstretches hand to Blake*
(Let It Go came on Spotify.
First time I hear it.
Wow.
Let it go!
Let it go!
Can't hold it in any more!
Let it go!
Let it go!
Turn away and slam the door!)
Tia, how have you never heard it before?
For starters, that's darkness, not sand. Secondly, it won't kill you. What's on the other side will.
*He steps into the darkness, sinking with her*
*As their heads become submerged a strange sensation of falling then rising passes over them, and they emerge in a strange version of where they came from where everything is shadows on darker shadows*
(Extremely good efforts at avoiding it.
But now that's over.
First full listen (O_O)
...
Oh, Blake, if I had known you'd be bringing me to your place, I would have dressed for the occasion. *winks*
((Jesus Christ Tia, just sleep with everyone, why don't you))
(@Kes I wouldn't do that. Just flirty because I'm in a happy mood.)
*He smiles, there's nothing kind about the expression*
What a comedian.
*The air seems to attack Tanya, slamming into her over and over*
How long will your jokes last in this place?
((Tia, suuuuurrreee. And I can't talk I guess, Kes would happily do every female here if she weren't happily taken.))
*doubles over, her hand still clutching the dagger*
You enjoying this, Blake?
*sighs*
*cough* We should really get Nix and Mist back here to explain god modding I s2g *cough*
Hi Elleni!
(*hugs Zaffy*
What's wrong?)
(Hey, El! How are you?
Magic? So we'll be mortals?)
No but if magic were banned what about, like, mine and Sil's vampires?
Actually, no. There's no sport in effortlessly beating you.
*They sink into the darkness, resurfacing in the real world*
Continue...
*His voice falters, as though he were fighting with it, his right eye begins to gently shake in its socket*
(@Kes *coughs* Tanya is a vampire I'll have you know *coughs*)
I don't know if I want to answer my emails.-Zaf
((You okay Zaf?
Tia oh okay I didn't know that, sorry :3))
*cautiously approaches Blake*
You don't seem very committed... you haven't even pierced the clothes.
Are you sure about... this?
Yeah. Fine. Just thinking. -Zaf
Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?
Nothing of importance honestly.-Zaf
(@Zaf ...
*hugs Kes and Zaf and El*)
I'm just sick and tired of being shunted aside. That's all.-Zaf
*hugs El Tia back*
*hugs Zaf*
I'm sorry, Zaf.
I really am.
How can I change?
@Kes You meant Eltia, right? ;)
Somebody stop me! O_O
*His eye becomes stable again, and his voice steady*
You want me to commit to it? You want me to try and shatter your defenses? Very well.
*He raises a hand to the sky, and suddenly what little light shone through the trees is blotted out as a shower of spikes, each as large as his arm, rain down on Tanya*
It's not you guys. It's in real life. I'm sick of it. All my friends got a call that they are to go sing the national anthem tomorrow for Veteran's Day, I didn't. Same for the anniversary. I did my homework, I never got picked. I orginally was picked to just do the Time Warp and was cut for winter, not my friends. I feel like I'm not good enough for anything. I really do. I'm not good enough to sing the anthem? I'm not good enough to sing in the winter? No. I'm never fucking good enough. All my friends got an invite to sing in Europe over the summer, not me. Why would I? I'm never good enough for anything. I'm just akid the teacher can shunt aside.
-Zaf
Tia, no I meant like el Tia. Like. The Spanish definite article. Although it should've been la, I suppose....
*leaps at Blake, hoping no spikes would fall near him*
Zaf, that...sounds like it sucks, tbh. I can't deny that. And I'm not really sure what to say, either. Have you mentioned to your teacher how you feel?
God forbid I talk to the teacher I'm told that some shit excuse it's seniors first. Bull. One girl is a junior. Fucking sick of it. I just want to tell her how frustrating it is to be shunted aside every time. I had the balls to audition, and dance on stage to the Time Warp, not N. she was a little coward.-Zaf
Oh. I'm sorry, Zaf. I'd tell you to hang in there, fight to get what you deserve, but yeah, it isn't fair to you. I have heard you sing, and you are wonderful. *hugs Zaffy*
*While her plan was a good one, jumping directly at him was a bad idea no matter the situation. He smiles and flicks his wrist, a wall of darkness rises and rushes towards her at breakneck speeds*
Why? I'm not Perfect Princess N. i can't sing high E so I'm not good enough, or I'm not a senior. -Zaf
(I've never heard Zaf sing... The two best singers I know are my sister and Chi. I'm sure Zaf is amazing as well. - J)
I think I have the bit I sang if you really want to hear, not that it matters, I suck apparently.-Zaf
Zaf like nobody can hit high E, you can be good even if you're not a soprano
(Blake, I don't know if you know Mara, but she's incredible too)
Could I hear it Zaf? :3
(You don't suck, Zaf. You're really good!)
I am a soprano. I'm a soprano 1, but Perfect Princess N can only hit high E. she's sooo good she doesn't have to suffer doing the soprano 2 part but everyone else had to or they were forced to sing alto to 'expand their range' not N she's never did lower then 1.
-Zaf
Zaf, that's awesome that you're Soprano 1, though!
You know, I wish I could be happy, but after you deal with it for so long, you get annoyed. It's sickening. I had to beg to sing my normal voice part because I would still be forced to do the 2 part if I hadn't begged. I nearly told her to switch me with N since I expanded my range to alto and back to sorpano 1 in two years, she can suffer a concert. Everyone else did. I hate doing the middle note and my disability doesn't help. I'm visually impaired so its harder to see themiddle note let alone pick it out through from the higher note, because I have to rely on my hearing over my sight. More then normal people.
Duggy, yeah sure I have to record it again.
-Zaf
*hits the ground short of Blake, and hits the ground as shadows pass over her*
*gets up*
You think a wave will kill me? A wave of shadows? A wave?
*laughs at Blake*
(Hello, Duggy.
How are you?)
I'm not trying to kill you.
*The wall reverses its path, slamming into her from behind*
If I were we would have stayed in the shadow realm.
*raises hand*
I know the feeling too.
*hugs everyone*
*returns to being a ghost*
Hi/bye Matex!
I don't know what to tell you Zaf :/
When it's split, three notes are stacked on top of each other. 2 has the note in the middle of the stack, but I can never pick it out to decide what the note actually is. I ask for help and I can't get it. I went to every lesson and asked and with her help, I couldn't get it because I'm not a 2 and I am naturally a 1. -Zaf
(Hi,Ghost of Matex! *hugs Matex*)
...
*backs away from Blake*
What do you...?
*raises her daggers*
Stop making this difficult!
*charges at Blake, daggers aimed at his chest*
Duggy, sent.-Zaf
*yelps, being launched at Blake, gaining speed, daggers still aimed at Blake*
How is this difficult to understand?
*Dual swords, formed from shadows, appear in his hands. He parries her strike and quickly thrusts at her leg with his second blade*
I enjoy fighting, not killing.
Yeah, I naturally sing the high notes. I have trouble finding my notes, and I know what is my problem, I can find the 1 part better, but I get forced to sing 2, which is not natural at all to me, I sound like a dying animal once I get stuck finding random notes in the middle. I had trouble with alto because the notes were too low.
-Zaf
(Is it my turn?)
(Yes .-.)
You can keep it. *nods* I was taught 1, and believe me if you learn 1 and get thrown into 2 its not easy but its doable. I can do it but I will probably lose the note somewhere in the end.-Zaf
(Oh I've got to go, bye!)
Bye, Kessie.-Zaf
*Blake's blade pierces Tanya's trousers and draws blood*
*stares at it*
Well, that's the lie portion of this fight.
Uh... I'm not invincible?
But hey, you still don't know what these sigils do.
*sticks a dagger into Blake's clothing, hoping it will pierce it and reach his skin*
(Bye, Kes! Take care!)
I spent all of 8-10 grade forced to sing harmonies in school. Anywhere else I went, I did the higher part. If I can't get harmony by now, I dunno what else to tell you. In church I was asked to do 1 aftermt first attempt with a descant. She asked if any sopranos wanted to do it and I said sure and then for Christmas I was moved to 1 and kept on 1 ever since. I can do descants with ease but irs lower harmonies I don't get.
-Zaf
(Question: is your dagger just a regular dagger, or does it have some sort of magical quality?)
(No magic. But it's a good dagger.)
(I've been forced to play flute since 4th grade because of my family's high musical expectation, I had a horrible singing voice so they had me chose an instrument. Being a 4th grader, I wasn't to bright so I went with the shiny one. Since then everyone expects me to be perfect at it, to the point where I'm faking the keys behind people who can actually play at the level everyone expects me to. People set high standards for others, it's just the way it is. - J)
(Ah, then you're going to need to do better.)
*The dagger passes through him, drawing a trail of shadows which reforms as though nothing happened*
How do you expect to fight a shadow? I'm only physical when I need to be.
*He pushes the sword deeper into her leg and twists the blade*
(Although I have to be honest, Jethro Tull's got nothing on me. - J)
It's just frustrating I know my own damn voice range better then she who just hears me sing things NOT in my range. That's what pisses me off. She thinks everyone needs to expand their range, but only seniors and N can do the higher part which is bull because several of us can do it.
-Zaf
*smiles at Blake*
I watch Doctor Who, love.
*swipes at her neck, killing herself*
*Blinks a few times*
What the...
*The shadow fades from his eye and he catches her body as it drops*
What the hell are you doing?!
My gerbil is chasing his tail.-Zaf
(That sounds adorable. - J)
He is...-Zaf
(Some time later:
Tia: A dagger? That's all you had on you when you went up against Blake?
*looks at some of the sigils*
*sighs*
I hear you, sis.)
...
(Some time earlier)
Tia: Four daggers, two revolvers, and... this. If you need any more weapons, would you kindly avoid dying to tell me that.
Tanya: Oh, I'm sure I'll be needing tanks to win this one...
Tia: *orly face*
Tanya: Thanks for the weapons, sis. *hugs her*
...
(Some time into the fight)
*stabs Blake with a magical dagger*
*curls up* -Zaf
(Wait, what?)
(Is anybody else worried about Danni and Dylan?
...
My phone thinks Dylan is as bad as Thomas.
Not making this up.
O_O
Not even lying.
*hugs Zaffy*)
Hello.
(@Blake Time travel, it's so awesome it's illegal!)
(Hello, Amy! How are you? *hugs*)
(So... what happened when?)
I'm fine, thanks! You? *hugs back*
(Hi Amy)
I am extremely concerned, Rose is going to end up regretting that choice tonight. I assure you, mark my words.
Hello Blake! How are you?
Hello Loki! How are you?
Wonderful.
(@Blake Tanya died, which promoted Tia to return back in time to fetch Tanya some more weapons. She's now got more daggers too, and she just stabbed you with a magical one rather than a normal one she used last time.)
(Oh I'm great, finally getting to fight someone after so long! :D)
*throws a lemonade at Amy*
Hello Matex! How are you?
*catches the lemonade*
(Ah, he's out of that form from earlier so this is going to hurt...)
*He gasps as the blade pierces his skin and leaps away from her*
What the hell? You died.
*His eyes narrow*
What did you do?
(I'm just so sad because I've had alcohol twice before, but under no illusion of having an educational time or such lies. They were birthdays. Neither time did I have enough to get even close to drunk. One of those, I might add, was the best night of my life so far. Alcohol did not make it so.
There is nothing educational here. Nothing.)
"Magic." She said.
I would fight, but I doubt you want me.
(I would let you join, but I have to go very soon, it's 2.20 in the morning and I have school tomorrow.)
(*hugs Zaffy*
So sleepy...)
Exactly.
*He smirks as shadows form a bandage around the wound*
I see how it is.
*The shadows from the bandage expand, covering more and more of his body*
We'll use cheep tactics if you want.
*The darkness completely covers him and he drops to all fours, claws on every digit and a gaping grin filled with fangs give him a frightening animal-like appearance. Not to mention the constant stream of shadows seeping off him*
*He leaps at her with a savage roar, claws tearing through the air*
(You can join... just... I might poof. I'm sorry if I do.
Good night if I poof, everyone!)
Good night, Tia! (just in case)
(It's alright Tia, didn't realize it was so late, um, early for you.)
*throws two daggers at him, and leaves two in her hands, summoning all her strength into rushing towards Blake and hitting him with the magic daggers as hard as possible*
*The thrown daggers glance off his hide. As they clash he latches on to her with all four limbs and drags her to the ground, ignoring the blades slamming into the shadowy armor*
*He tears at her with his claws in a frenzy*
(I'm sorry, Zaf. I'm really tired. If you want, you can join tomorrow. Or have me/us join another rp.
But for now... I must go. Good night, and sleep well, and I will see you tomorrow!)
(Bye Tia. Shame though, I was looking forward to testing out that new tactic.)
I am well, Amy! If not distant (I'm always distant) what about you? :)
I'm fine, thanks!
(*mutters 'my state of sleep deprevation, can have but one implication, i, am fin, nally goin' crazzzy'*)
(*pokes* go back to sleep, you -_- )
*tackles and glomps* matteeeeeee)
*is tackled to the ground*
*pokes tongue out at her*
Sleep, you!
You can't even say proper sentences *laughs*
*Prances through Blogland, completely unaffected by a lack of sleep*
*Realizes there's nobody left*
*Slowly sulks off to bed*
How? How do you guys stay up so late?! It's 7:50 p.m.and I'm tired!
(Sorry I poofed earlier!)
(Hello.)
(I will continue to be here.)
My parents fluctuate between trusting me and having me on constant surveliance.
"Hey mum, all our year 12 friends are heading off for Schoolies and holidays soon. Can we throw them a party?"
"Sure!"
---
"So, about this party-"
"What party?? You're not leaving the house!!"
*Sighs*
(Hello, Rose. At least they trust you somewhat. As for the surveillance, they will only be doing it because they care about you.)
(Perhaps. That is a likely explanation. Some people find it difficult to think about two things at the same time.)
(I have to leave. Goodbye.)
(morning
*grumps*
sits in the corner*)
*pokes Inky*
Good morning grumpy c:
(*yawns* morning
how art thou?)
fantastic, it's evening here haha. Actually I'm surprisingly tired but that's not a bad thing.
(cool ^^
I have dropped scissors on my foot
And *sighs* no one even said good night to me last night... I cant help but feel ignored sometimes -_-)
(Good morning!)
(Morning
How art thou?)
(Not to badly, thineself?)
*stares at Matex*
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