Christmas is coming...
My Christmas tree is up, the Nightmare Before Christmas decorations hang happily beside the boys from South Park, there are presents... Every time you turn on the MTV Christmas channel you're treated to "All I Want For Christmas" by Mariah Carey...
Soon it will be time for "Love Actually" to appear on TV. I do love "Love Actually", actually.
And to help you, my Minions, prepare for this holiday season, we at Skulduggery Towers have made for you a Christmas card that you can send out into the digital world. Because we're nice like that.
http://skulduggerypleasant.co.uk/ecard/
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(Yay for the party!
I hate spiders too Lav!
Anyone want to rp?)
*is resurrected and wonders by whom*
Seriously though! My vision just blurred when I saw the thing. It was so close!
*shivers*
(I'd rather lurk than feel like a fourth wheel..)
I second what Chloe said *nods*
Hello Hope!
And why do I seem like the only manly person online right now....
I like spiders, they look quite cool )
(spiders are beasts! id rather mix cement with my hands than touch one...oh, wait...
and okay SIl, whichever you feel most comfortable with)
*hugs Sil*
Hey, I'm here now. We can be spare wheels together!
Uh... That came out differently than I though...
(because we are all girls Rhos...)
(*SMASHES SLEEP WITH A BASEBALL BAT* GO AWAY IN TRYING TO TALK I WANT TO TALK NOT SLEEP!)
*nods in agreement and wonders why Chloe doesn't have a name*
(read the previous comments Lav...
although I deleted the first few...)
True dat *smiles* and you do mix cement with your hands Chlo *smiles and huggles tightly* big banana
*huggles tightly* I'll be off to bed now
Night
(*starts singing chandeleir for no reason*)
I'm starting to read... Still on the page before last.
Night, Chloe. *hugs*
(bye Inky see you tomorrow for the PARTY!)
(I am back.
Spiders do not bother me at all. They are useful more than anything else.)
Bethany: Are you alright?
Hi Soph. Welcome back.
Sorry, I forgot to ask, how is everyone?
(Okay guys, you all (including Derek if he ever sees this) will be so proud... Okay, so basically, on Instagram, my friend mentioned me on a comment on a photo which said at the top "which door will you open" and underneath it had pictures and names of doors from different fandoms such as "narnia" and the wardrobe, "hogwarts" and the wall of platform 9 3/4, "221B" and "TARDIS" among others, and my friend was like, oh yeah, you do it. And do you know what I wrote? Shall I tell you? Okay, I'll tell you... I wrote, in big capital letters, "doors are for people with no imagination"! Yay!)
(Good thanks Lav, do you want to rp?)
Goodnight Chloe *huggles tightly*)
I'm better than I was earlier Hope
(sorry for late reply ladies my phone died...)
Vel when does said party start please?
Awesome, Vel! :D Let us spread the Skulduggery fandom to more people!!
Uh, I guess, but I may be distant. Still reading past comments. So... You start?
And hope, just a warning it turned ugly earlier (like really ugly...)
That's good to hear, Rhos.
*hugs*
May your relationship last for many years.
*nods like a wise person*
*really has no idea what she's saying*
(Well tomorrow at three I have a Christmas concert till... I have no idea... And then at some point after, my parents are having a party which I am expected to DJ for so I could come on then but I would probably be quite distant... Or after the concert and before the party... But I have no clue when said concert starts and I will also probably have to help tidy up for the party so hopefully before three if people are free then... When will you be on?)
(Hello.
I got a voicemail from my dad.
He's at work.
If you were to ask me "If your dad was to send you a message before he dies, what would it be?" it would be this. There's about ten seconds of background noise, followed by 5-7 seconds of unrecognisable noise/chatter. It is REALLY scary.)
I mean that it's good to hear you're better than earlier.
*hugs Tia*
What happened?
(And it increases in intensity towards the end.
If anyone is on Skype, I could loop it? It's just really scaring me :/)
(Yes Lav! I was upset there was no Skulduggery door... Or at least a window...)
Velvet: *relaxes by the lake* *Jack Frost is running around on the (frozen by Velvet) lake*
(*hugs Tia* When was this? Have you tried contacting him since?)
(I have no idea.
*hugs Hope and Velv*
(Dad just called. So everything is ok? But that message...))
(*would offer, but no skype on ipod*
Email?)
*walks up to Vel*
Hi, I see Jack's having a good time.
*smiles*
(At least he called. *hugs Tia again* Ask what happened?)
(I don't know how to...
I'll try recording it to a file.)
(So you know he's okay? He may have just sat on his phone or something? At school I keep it in my inside coat pocket and I usually squeeze it with my elbow with out meaning to and yeah, I called my friend once accidentally because that happened...)
*grins* Yeah... He's quite fun to have around... How are you then?
It's okay if you can't but I just thought to ask since you wanted to share it...)
(@Vel: that could happen. Or maybe he was doing something in a really loud place...?)
I'll definitely be on before 3 *nods* and hopefully Chloe will be too *smiles* )
Thank you Hope *hugs* and may you find the same happiness *nods* )
Hello Tia and I'm sure things are okay just maybe your dad had bad signal so that's why the voice mail was really strange )
Ded time:
I ded to happiness, because happiness is a nice feeling its one of the best (alongside love) but to its hard to find happiness *nods* and its difficult to stay happy but happiness is always there, I've found my happiness through Chloe, she makes me happy in a way I've never been before *smiles* and may you all find the same happiness! Because its happiness that makes the world go round!
The end
I'm good. A little cold though.
*is wearing jeans with boots, a coat, scarf, earmuffs, and mittens*
You?
(Hear hear!
HI EVERYONE THERE IS A PARTY TOMORROW FOR GAR AND INKY'S SIX WEEKAVERSARY. IT IS ANYTIME BEFORE THREE, ENGLISH/SCOTTISH/WELSH/IRISH/WHATEVERELSEISH TIME, COME TO CELEBRATE AND THERE WILL BE LOTS OF CAKE!)
(Hear hear! :) But I've never been in a relationship... :/)
(Me neither, Velv.
Yeah, maybe.
I'm sending the file to Hope. Anyone else want it?)
(*adds to her last comment*
And I'm not sure if I ever will be...
I may be here before then, Vel, but I'm going to be busy tomorrow... I'll try. *nods*)
Thank you *smiles*
Hope you will one day *nods* and you never know the first person you get with could be the one and only *nods* it is entirely possible
*smiles* I can fix that... *raises her hand and the temperature ascends a couple of degrees* Better? I'm great thanks! *looks down at my shorts and Christmas jumper and grins* I'm cheating a bit, I've managed to create a bubble kind of thing around me which changes temperature due to the clothes I wear, heat outside and body temperature so I could basically be wearing a bikini in the snow...
(*awaits the email, wondering if it'll be loud and surprise her*
*turns volume to low*)
(Can I have it?)
That weather thing of yours is pretty cool, Vel.
*smiles and takes off her mittens and scarf*
How did you find out you had that ability?
(I'm sure you will, Hope (I meant you, not Velv, in my last comment))
(Sorry, Tia, for some reason, it's not working...
I'll listen to it when I get on a computer.
*hugs*
Sorry...)
I've never been in a relationship either . . . and I might be aromantic, which I'm kind of hoping I'm not because it sounds super super lonely, but eh. :P
*hugs everyone* It's okay. You have friends. Friends are not the same, but friends are a very cool kind of different, and if you didn't have friendships either, you'd be super super super SUPER lonely. :O
(STARAR!
*tacklehugs*
Yes, friends are the best! :D)
(Thanks, Tia. :)
(Heya, Star.
*hugs Hope* S'okay.)
Hey Lav! :P
*hugs everyone*
HOW ARE WE ALL TODAY? :)
(WE ARE ALL GOOD MY TELEPATHIC NINJA OWL.
*nods*
... ;P)
MSD.
@Lav: :)
*plucks at a piece of grass and motions for Lavender to sit on a patch of grass I have cleared of snow or mud* I don't really know... My magic was unstable when I was younger, probably because of my horrible childhood... *laughs* Seeing your parents brutally murdered at the age of five will do that to you... *frowns* My sister, Flo, and I fled... Someone... Was chasing us... We hid for two weeks, I looking after my two year old sister, I was still only five at the time... Then we were found by the police and eventually given foster parents... That's when my magic started showing, I was being given a bath after my foster dad had slapped me so hard I had bled, and I just turned halfway into an otter, basically me but with webbed fingers and toes and fur and black eyes... My foster mum tried to kill me, thought I was the spawn of satan... I was held underwater till I somehow evaporated it and then the weather suddenly started changing in accordance with my mood, there were storms when I was angry, rain when I was sad, etc. I was then taken to an orphanage along with Flo where I was bullied... An incident occurred, so I fled here, Flo followed, and my friend Kayleigh came after that... Since then I have found people like you, people with magic, and I can now control them properly... *shakes head* Sorry... You didn't ask for my life story...
(Hey Star! I'm great thanks, how are you? Oooh, are you coming to the party tomorrow?)
(*is ok*)
(Was that addressed towards Kay or Anita?)
(Tia?...)
*hugs Vel*
It's alright. You've been through so much... Thank you for sharing.
*feels bad because she grew up well off*
*hugs* To be honest, I'm glad in some ways, if it hadn't happened right now I would be way less mature... And I wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be comforted that I'm not just some freak of nature! *grins* Do you wanna grab a drink somewhere?
(*hugs Tia* You really okay?
*also somehow got Maroon 5 stuck in her head*)
*nods*
Okay Vel, but maybe just a juice or something.
*gets up* Yup, last time I got drunk... You don't wanna hear the end of this story... *grins and begins walking towards the bar, calling for Jack at the same time*
@Velvet: *blinks* Idk! Probably; it's Saturday. :)
(Yes, just distant, trying to do three things at once.)
(Yay Star!
Okay Tia, what did you mean earlier?)
(*has been reading past comments and gets to Adr- Noelle's comments*
...
*buries her face in her hands, feeling really bad*
*also noticed that Sil prefers being called Jai*)
(Okay Tia.)
*follows after Vel*
(... Sorry, Vel, I think I'm done rping for the day... Sorry...)
(*hugs Hope*)
Has anyone got access to youtube atm?
(*ponders whether to sell the asymmetrical spaceship*
*growls at stupid asymmetry*)
(No worries, are you okay? What Noelle said shouldn't make you feel bad... I'm feel sorry for her for the dad post thing though... *hugs*)
@Lav: :/ *hugs*
Why are you feeling bad? :/
(you don't have to answer).
Ummmm . . . . . . . sort of, but I should be going to sleep? :P
*that last sentence was @Tia
(*hugs Velv*
*is listening to music*
*is ok*
How are you, Velv?
How be you Star and Hope?)
...
..
Now I must go.)
(I'm fine thanks, bye Tia! And possibly Star?)
Bye Tia.
... Are you going to sleep, Star?
Also sorry, I poofed...
(Don't worry Lavender... *hugs* Are you okay?)
I am...
:/
Being good is good, Tia. :) Fours!
@Velvet: No. I just SHOULD be going. :P
. . . *hugs Lavender* :/ :/ I'm sorry . . .
*sighs*
I just... Feel like maybe I caused Adra to stop commenting her poems... Because... That one time...
I mean, it's good to see her talking but...
*puts her head back in her hands*
(*hugs* Okay...
Haha Star, okay, me too! It's five minutes to midnight...)
(I'm sure you didn't Lavender, from the way she worded the message, it sounded like she was only not writing poetry for one day and that it was her choice, aLao, lots of people have been asking her to talk to us (including me) so don't worry and don't blame yourself for the whole thing... *gives Lavender a hot chocolate*)
(MIDNIGHT)
*holds the hot chocolate and stares at the foam on the top*
Maybe it didn't sound like it... But I still feel like my words partly had something to do with the reason...
People say words can never break you, but I know that's not true... Words can hurt the soul... And stay with you for a long time...
Maybe you should be going to bed, Vel.
I don't think you alone affected ger much in the long run of things, Lav. Don't worry. :) *hugs*
*hugs Star back*
I think I'm going to go now. You two should probably get some sleep.
See you in the morning. Good night.
*smiles a bit*
(Okay, night, see you soon! *hugs Lavender and Star*)
(*has returned and may be around for some time*
*is looking at white ravens*
White ravens are so rare.)
Broken sticks and broken stones
Will turn to dust just like our bones
It's words that hurt the most, now isn't it
~Again Today by Brandi Carlile
woah it's been a while since i appeared here
Hello Audra and Mara! :)
Hi Mara!
Hey Tia!
(Hey, Duggy! How are you? (And you, Audra? What about you, Mara? How have you been?)
*gets swamped by a video game missile system that is way, way too realistic*)
I'm good! How be's yous and yous eyes?!
Hello Dugglyn and Tia!
I've been doing alright, thanks. And you?
Hello Tia, nice to meet you.
Hello Maralie.
I'm good thanks, how are you?
Hello Dugglyn, nice to meet you.
Hey Audra! Nice to meet you! I'm Dugglyn Carzainia the wild banshee ninja!
Oh shoot, brb.
*decides to stop complaining about missile equation systems and instead greet people*
Hello, Audra.
(I'm ok.)
Also, I would like to wish you all a merry Christmas, and a great holiday.)
Hello Audra, how are you?
See you soon, Dugglyn. Ê• •á´¥•Ê”
I'm good thanks, how are you?
You too Tia :)
ah sorry, i should probably go :/
it's 1am here so goodnight ^_^
Merry Christmas!
MY NAME IS YIN YONSON I COME FROM WISCONSIN AND SOON THE WHOLE WORLD IS GONNA BLOW!!
(Back btw)
*waves*
Pie Mara!!!!!!
Goodbye Maralie, pleasure meeting you even if was only briefly :)
Sorry, it seems I must go. Goodbye!
Bye Audra!
When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it
not really a big deal
one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body
I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”
this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname
pork chop
to this day
I hate pork chops
I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
it does
she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog
to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing
he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit
to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity
we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell
MARALIEEEEEE
I'M SO SORRY I MISSED YOU
but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong
they have to be wrong
why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me
of course
they did
but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.
To This Day, by Shane Koyczan
(-creeps in and hugs everyone-
-looks at time and sighs-
-drags herself away and throws herself onto her bed-
-curls up for sleep-)
@Aretha: That poem is beautiful. And heartbreaking. Some people can be so cruel :/
But on the flipside, some people are wonderful and write poems like that.
Random story- I remember I watched the video of that poem in fifth grade. I started crying in the middle of class, along with a few other people. And then we had a writing assignment after that, in which I wrote what's possibly the best thing I've ever written (it was based off that video). My teacher got me in after class and asked me if I was being bullied. I told her no, truthfully. The rest of the year she kept asking me if I was okay and I kept on saying yes. To this day, I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm not okay. :P
That was amazing Aretha...
*hugs her forever*
And I can't believe I missed Mara...
*is not here*
Now that was one hell of a tree. *is home from NYC*
-Zaf
*steals Jai's hugs directed at everyone*
[hugs Aretha]
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the
villagers-----
The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees.
In my sleeveless summery dress I have no protection,
And they are all gloved and covered, why did nobody tell me?
They are smiling and taking out veils tacked to ancient hats.
I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me?
Yes, here is the secretary of bees with her white shop smock,
Buttoning the cuffs at my wrists and the slit from my neck to my knees.
Now I am milkweed silk, the bees will not notice.
Thev will not smell my fear, my fear, my fear.
Now they are giving me a fashionable white straw Italian hat
And a black veil that molds to my face, they are making me one of them.
They are leading me to the shorn grove, the circle of hives.
Is it the hawthorn that smells so sick?
The barren body of hawthorn, etherizing its children.
Is it some operation that is taking place?
It is the surgeon my neighbors are waiting for,
This apparition in a green helmet,
Shining gloves and white suit.
Is it the butcher, the grocer, the postman, someone I know?
I cannot run, I am rooted, and the gorse hurts me
With its yellow purses, its spiky armory.
I could not run without having to run forever.
The white hive is snug as a virgin,
Sealing off her brood cells, her honey, and quietly humming.
I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician's girl who does not flinch.
The villagers are untying their disguises, they are shaking hands.
Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished,
why am I cold.
No spiritual Caesars are these dead;
They want no proud paternal kingdom come;
And when at last they blunder into bed
World-wrecked, they seek only oblivioN
I have to be honest here. I lived a very sheltered life, better than most. Sure, my parents fought, but they never took it out on me and they always stayed together. Yes, I've been yelled at, but only because they loved me enough to care about what I do. Yes, I've been called things, but I've always had friends at my back. Truth be told, I even got an adult to tell a kid off once when I was younger, and that kid had thrown a rock at me just because they didn't like me. I tried talking to a kid who kept being mean to me for no reason. Of course the talk turned into me being mad at them, but I tried. And I learned from a very young age that suicide is never the answer and made myself a promise never to even think about killing myself no matter how hard life gets. I still haven't broken that promise.
The truth is, I can't help feeling what other people are feeling. When my friends are upset, I can't help feeling upset while trying to comfort them. If someone's depressed, I can't help feeling like I should be in their shoes, feeling what they must feel. It's hard, let me tell you. I understand, not as hard as other people must be going through; those who actually have a reason for whatever they're feeling, but it's hard for me to sit there and watch when I feel like I can't do anything to help.
I don't really know where I'm going with this anymore, but I just wanted to get that out. I'm sorry if I offended anyone with anything I've said.
*hugs Scarlet*
[flutters]
Hello?
Audra? Mortal Newspaper?
*thinks she knows who that is, but is not sure*
You guys still on?
*is in a room with a friend who's watching World War Z*
*is scared of the sounds, so has her music on very loud*
*waits for people to come on*
(-hugs hope-)
*hugs Sil back*
Hi. Morning. :)
How are you?
Cavendish Couple Found Not Guilty
No one can deny that George W. Cavendish and his wife, Genevieve [her name was originally Jeanette, but I think Genevieve flows better] have committed acts that were unethical. They collected personal information from billions of people who used Avalon, the form of social media invented by Ms. Cavendish. However, the persecution was unable to prove that they violated any web privacy logs. The defense brought up several clauses in the Avalon terms and conditions, showing that anyone who accepted said terms and conditions and continued to use Avalon had, if unknowingly, agreed to let Cavendish Computers monitor their location and apply a keylogger, among other things. At this time, information on the fate of the Cavendish database is uncertain. However, the couple's release clearly indicates one thing: personal information is not safe on the web. For more information on how to protect yourself from data collection, visit [newspaper website].
Meh, my writing isn't at its best just now.
Yeah, I'm sorta here. Hi.
Hi News(could I call you that?). Did you write that yourself?
*movie finished*
*takes out her earbuds*
*still hears the creepy music from the ending credits*
But I can live with that.
... I'll try to...
Really creepy though.
Aaand it finished.
*breathes a sigh of relief*
I don't like zombie movies... But my friend LOVES horror...
You can just call me Fabi, if you like. The newspaper doesn't talk, 'cause it's a newspaper.
And yeah, I wrote that.
*nods*
Okay. Hi Fabi. :) And cool. Is it true?
And isn't it also getting late for you?
(Fabi...as brilliant as it is to see you...you need sleep.)
It's scarily not far from it. George Washington Cavendish and Genevieve/Jeanette Cavendish are totally fictional, though. I couldn't find anything to convict them of, even with evidence...
I can't. I need to write, the story is building up...
OH
I JUST REALIZED
My Blogversary is in a couple days.
Scary... That's the Internet though. Never completely safe...
*smiles*
Happy soon to be blogversary, Fabi.
Mine is in February...
(Okay Fabi. I understand that feeling.
Happy Blogaversary if I don't see you.)
But does it count that I haven't been on for most of the time since?
*calculates*
Six months at first, then on and off... Then about two full months... I don't even know... Three years? Is it already my fourth anniversary?
*soon to be fourth
So how are you both?
(Cold, as always. You?)
Thanks. :-)
I'm going to be two blog-years old
It's so weird
I still feel like such a newbie
(@Fabi only two?
...I thought you'd been here longer..)
Tired... For some reason. I went to bed earlier than usual last night... And a bit hungry, but otherwise okay. :)
*wraps a blanket around Sil*
*remembers something*
Do you really prefer being called Jai over Sil when people talk to you as an author?
Haha, Fabi. I feel like such an oldie... Except it didn't feel like six months had passed in the beginning... More like... Longer.
Yeah, Fabi came on later than I did, but Star had actually come on a month before me.
(J prefer Jai, but Sil is fine too.)
I get that a lot... Both about blog-age and real-life-age.
But yeah, no, unless I figured out time travel and went back, which I probably would if I could, I'm two blog years old. I joined in December 2012, a few days before Christmas.
(Cool. I don't know why I think you've been here longer..
I don't know when I joined..my blog page lies..)
Okay. For some reason, it's a little strange to call bloglandians(with taken names) by their given one... Except Chloe and Rhos (at least I think that's his real name...) because they have more than one character. Chi is okay, because I can still remember who she is even when she doesn't have it as her name.
By the way, I read before that you have a feeling you know who Scarlet is. Just curious, who do you think?
Mine too, Sil. It says I made an account in November 2011, but I started commenting on 2012
I'm not really sure who here knows my given name, but I'd prefer if nobody called me it. If you need to differentiate between me and FabiTC, you can call me Moss. Otherwise, Fabi is fine. Technically, though, Moss Cryptic is actually my taken name.
(Oh I thought it might be Danni but I suspect nearly everyone is Danni.
And I have loads of characters..)
Also, I've known Chloe as that name since I met her, so it's easy to call her by it.
Mine says May 2013, but I started commenting in December 2012...
(Blogger lies!)
Oh, wow, really? And all this time, I thought it was Fabi...
Goes to show how much I DON'T know about you guys...
Also, a lot of my old friends knew my real name, but I really don't like it much... NO ONE else has that name. No person that I've ever met has it. Also, no one get's it right either... :/
Well, this account is that old, so in that sense, it's telling the truth.
Oops, I was talking about Fabi's take name. I have no idea who Scarlet could be...
(I like weird names.
Have you ever looked up what your given names mean?)
Yeah... Fabi's a name I came up with quickly because I wanted an alias to comment with. Moss Cryptic is a name I've deliberated about and still think fits me. Fabi doesn't really fit me the way a taken name should.
And I'm not gonna comment about Scarlet. I've got a couple theories, but I'm pretty sure either person wouldn't want me to tell, so...
Tried on the Internet. They don't even have it.
My friends say it means red and beautiful(Chinese characters, I have two). And even though I'm Japanese, my name is Korean... The Chinese characters also could be spoken in two other ways besides my own name. Tamami and Akemi. Aka means red. Mi means beautiful...
I think Fabi fits you, but that's because I've been calling you that the whole time. :P
Now that I think about it though, Moss is a good name for you too. :)
(@Lavender reminds me of little red riding hood)
Renowned bitter blackbird warrior from the sea.
That's sort of combining the meanings...
Cool, I didn't think of that. :)
But I wouldn't want a wolf knocking on MY door. :P
(Mine:
I like fearsome warrior six fingered person.)
*laughs*
My last name means seven tree fields. :P
And my middle name means cheerful!
*notices*
Oh, cool. You both have warrior in your names. :)
NOT getting first!
(So lavenders is 'Beautiful red cheerful seven tree fields')
Wait, never mind, I want it!
Mine!
(*huggles El*)
Hi El! And cool! A guess, is the name something like Hanami?
I dedicate this page to awesome (and sometimes funny) name meanings!
(Here here!
My name meaning is atrocious though. Seriously..)
(*glomps El*)
Actually, the pronunciation of my name is Korean, but in Japanese, it's a little different. Only slightly.
Okay then. So your friend's name is Korean?
(*stands awkwardly*)
*sighs*
Okay, I didn't really want to, but here's what I mean.
My Korean name is Jumi. In Japanese, it would be pronounced SHUmi. Shumi. Same meanings, both of them, but different way to say it.
And I still don't like the fact that if I say it in person, people either hear it differently or spell it like Jumie or one time, someone thought my name was JIMMY. THAT IS A BOY'S NAME.
I've never met anyone with my name...
There was this book with a character with the name people usually call me. She died. Oops. Spoiler. Sort of. I didn't say what book. But if you know my name, or that variation of my name, it won't be hard to figure it out if you pick up the book, because it's really not common.
*sighs*
At one point, I wanted to change it to Julie so people can get it right the first time...
@El: IKR??? And yes, the alphabet. *nods*
I get called by the name of a condiment with irritating regularity.
When I had braces, it was the worst, 'cause I couldn't pronounce my own name...
Oh, but what's really cool about my taken name, I didn't even think about it when I created it, but this thing makes it all the more connected: Lavender Hope has the same amount of letters as my first and last name. Last name has 8 letters, first name has four.
Aww. *hugs Fabi*
Eep! I might be getting braces soon!
*hides and whispers*
I don't really want to... But it's supposed to make me look better if I take up a singing career.
@El Cool, right? ^.^
I don't have anything else to say about my name.
Um.
[Stands awkwardly next to the Sil/Jai person]
Yeah, I'm out of name stuff to say too.
*wonders what topic to talk about next*
I think I've just lost the ability to write
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