Thursday, June 5, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 1601 – 1800 of 4915 Newer› Newest»Ehm... I... am? not? I don't know. WSD
*watches threateningly*
I see.
*poofs*
Thank you so much, I didn't know those!
Wbd= wet bunnies drown
Mbd= my bunnies drown
Cgsd= Cats giggle silly dogs
cbb= crunchy blue bells
Dugglyn, stop drowning bunnies!
I forget that WBD and MSD are Blogland initialisms, because I use them so often...
*captures Thrust and puts him in a lamp*
What does wsd mean?
And oh, I like LAETNPO!!!!!!!!!!
*drowns another bunny*
Why!?!?!
Hi L!
The only reason I remember them as Blogland things is because I keep having to explain them to my non-Bloglandian friends :3
How art thou?
WSD? Will suddenly disappear?
And let's not eat the next person online because I don't appreciate being eaten. I don't think I'd taste very nice anyway. Skittles are better.
Dugglyn, presumably will suddenly disappear. It's not something we actually use(as far as I know), Thrust was just trying to be confusing
L, I'm 90% sure that you ARE a Skittle.
KEEEEESSSSS!
I have that issue. ;-;
I'm... Tired and too hot and annoyed because I should be asleep... I have college tomorrow, so:|
How are you, my darling dear? *huggles*
(1% charge, so, um...)
I AM NOT A SKITTLE. I AM QUEEN OF THE RAINBOW PEOPLE AND OUR FOOD ONLY IS SKITTLES. THEY GIVE US OUR POWER.
*huggles back*
*throws confetti*
I am WONDERFUL, because summer and going to Ireland in 11 days.
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, then. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Are you coming to FL this year?
*glares at Thrust*
How /dare/ you try to make it more confusing!!!!!!!
I should set my zombie caterpillars on you when you are sleeping!!!
Luciana, fine, I'll eat skittles! Next time I will eat the next person on!
BUT YOU EAT ENOUGH SKITTLES THAT IT HAS PROBABLY CHANGED TOUR GENETIC MAKEUP
WOOOOO! HAVE FUN!
And sleeping isn't that easy ;~;
FLORIDA NEXT YEAR FOR THREE WEEEEEEKS!
only food* dAMN IPHONE
ILS - (you got a nickname?)
SKITTLES ARE HEAVENLY! *showers you with Skittles*
Also call me L/Lu/Luc/Luce/Luci/Lucy/Lucia/something similar. Or Robyn. I respond to Robyn too... :3
I AM NOT A SKITTLE I LOVE EATING THEM TOO MUCH TO BE AN ACTUAL SKITTLE
YESSS
Well, it's definitely not easy when you're online :P
YASSSS L YASSSS I WANT TO MEET CHU
*eats all the Skittles*
*goes and gets a huge bag of skittles*
*stuffs then all in her mouth*
*tries to talk with her mouth full*
Oh had so much energy before and now I just ate Skittles!!!!!!
*starts shaking violently*
Beware world, beware!!!!!!!!
*explodes with a loud bang*
*runs around trying to find someone to eat*
Bwahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*including L who is a skittle despite being in denial*
*ties Dugglyn to a tree*
Problem solved
Lucy, does ILS= iloveskuldugger?
If so, yes! My taken name is Dugglyn the wild banshee ninja!!!! I have an army of zombie caterpillars that will go up your nose and eat your brain if I wanted them to!!!!! (I don't for now.....)
I WOULDN'T BE ONLINE IF YOU WERE BORING. IT IS YOUR FAULT FOR ME BEING ONLINE. YOU ARE TOO ACE.
Omg. I'll find out the dates and let you knowwww! Maybe my parents will let me meet you somewhere c:
Florida Mall perhaps?! I LOOOOVE that place! Hot Topic is fabulous c:
Or Barnes and Noble by Florida Mall... That'd be fabbity!
DON'T EAT ME I AM NOT A SKITTLE I AM A QUEEN
Don't worry, he's mostly harmless.
Yeah, ILS stands for that. I'm just too lazy to fight autocorrect to write it out... Sorry. XD
But aceee! I'm Luciana Clover Scáth, author of a terrible novel and general weirdo with a stupidly long name (like Daenerys). Pleasure to meet you:3
*crackles carzyly*
You seen to forget the wild banshee part of wild banshee ninja.
*turns into mist*
*the mist slowly floats behind Kestrel*
*the mist solidifies*
*grabs Kestrel*
Hehehehehehehehehehe.......
Hi Lucy!!!!!! I am Dugglyn the wild banshee ninja. I have an army of zombie caterpillars and on June 21st I will take ov-
Um, never mind!!! Forget I said that!!!!!!!
(I doubt it is a terrible novel!!!)
Dugglyn, you are rather enthusiastic. I like you.
*gasps*
You walk ovens too? It's weird how people don't ge the appeal, right?
Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I um, yeah. I am almost always hyper. It's true. Except last night because I am sick and didn't fall asleep until 3am when I wanted to go to sleep at 9 pm! Not good.
Okay... It's about time I go to bed. I love you guys! (Especially you Kes; you're perfect and I miss you <3)
GOODNIGHT ALL AND MAY YOUR DAYS/NIGHTS/WHATEVER BE FABULOUS
And in case nobody told you today: you're fantastic and I'm glad you're alive.
Goodnight xx
I always walk my oven. It gets bored and lonely if I don't!!! I also talk to my toaster because it is bored!!
Goodnight Luce! Have a good sleep.
Or don't, if you prefer that.
Weirdo.
So, you'll be walking it on the 21st? Where do you walk it? Maybe I could join you.
Owww I lost all brain cells.
I had to read the summary of The Avengers, Iron Man 1, and Captain America. Good god I may have lost all brain cells. *explodes*
Goodnight Lucy!!! You are awesome!!!!!!! Don't let the zombie caterpillars go up your nose and eat your brains!!!!
Those movies weren't really that dumb. They were slightly silly at worst.
I will walk it on the moon!!!!!! My zombie caterpillars will be there to so I hope your oven isn't scared of them!!!
Hby ZAFFY!!!!
(Ggt bobs!!!!!!!)
*Slithers in and slides onto Twip's back*
Avengers interested me mostly. I liked Loki. I mean in the crush on Norse gods scale- Thor wins for the rippling muscles.
And I'm getting my Thor education Thursday and Friday and possibly Wednesday
*reappears*
Is anyone else doing this writing competition thing?
Hi! I'm back!! Always fear!!! Dugglyn is here!!!!
What writing competition?
What thing?
A blip in the algorithm
A break in the clouds...
Erm...all y'all are probably gone by now, but there's some competition that HarperCollins is doing, where you enter a Winter themed short story and the winner is published in a book with 11 other published authors including Derek. He Tweeted about it at some point...
Hi/bye, Fabi!
*vanishes again*
Ah I suck at writing so I know damn well I have no shot. Now fan fics I can do
Always fear, Dugglyn is here!!!!
Ho be's yous eyes?!?!?!
...
Crowded hallways are the loneliest places
For outcasts and rebels
Or anyone who just dares to be different
And you've been trying for so long
To find out where your place is
But in their narrow minds
There's no room for anyone who dares to do something different
Oh, but listen for a minute
Trust the one
Who's been where you are wishing all it was
Was sticks and stones
Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone
And you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
Someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
Oh, invisible
So your confidence is quiet
To them quiet looks like weakness
But you don't have to fight it
'Cause you're strong enough to win without a war
Every heart has a rhythm
Let yours beat out so loudly
That everyone can hear it
Yeah, I promise you don't need to hide it anymore
Oh, and never be afraid of doing something different
Dare to be something more
Trust the one
Who's been where you are wishing all it was
Was sticks and stones
Yeah, the words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone
And you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more of this life than what you're feeling now
And someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
These labels that they give you
just 'cause they don't understand
If you look past this moment
You'll see you've got a friend
Waving a flag for who you are
And all you're gonna do
Yeah, so here's to you
And here's to anyone who's ever felt invisible
Yeah, and you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
And someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
It'll be invisible
Trying to think of something nice I can do on Wednesday. Because it's not only my brothers birthday, but also My mums and dads anniversary.
I always try, but this year its my brothers 16th birthday and my parents 20th anniversary. Both are so... important. And I feel I need to do something more, being the only one not having anything special on that day.
What to do, what to doooooooooo
*:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･: *:･ﾟ✧✧ﾟ･:┻━┻
LITTLE MIX WERE ABSOLUTE PERFECTION
JUST
P E R F E C T I O N
Woot finals today....not
I think it might be the new date fr the book the 27'th of September but maybe hes just joking with us cause....you know hes just being.....derek
Do you all know that annoying and frustrating app called 2048? Where you have to combine the numbers together and eventually get to 2048? I thought it was impossible.
It is not.
I just got 2048.
I am now, queen of 2048.
Baaaaaah.
*dies*
*comes back and dies again*
Hello hello hello is anybody on? Dragona? Chione? Star? Fabi? Taia? Luci? Other people? People I unwittingly omitted?
Dynamite?
Hey Zaffé! How was your day so far?
Blah.
Finals. I have roughly an hour til my history final.
Oh. Have you revised? Also, GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS!
Yeah. Just history left. For today. Blah. Brains hurt
Not surprised. I watched my sister and my friends go through finals. It's stressful and tiring.
*passes her some dynamite*
Let it go :)
Let It Got. *laughs*
Wbd . . . I have French homework to do. -_-
*flips open planner*
Twenty questions to answer in French and we're meant to write, like, a whole paragraph on each one. -_-
Funnnnn.
*Ten questions
(My brain doesn't like numbers. :P The other day I had 29 words in my word art, and for some reason I thought it was 27 and thought "Ooh, that divides by nine."
After half an hour, I realised I'd got it wrong, and asked my brother - "What does 49 divide by?" (meaning 29 rather than 49 - I'd said it wrong).
And he went "7."
And I went "No, that's 28."
And he went "What?"
And I went, "Sorry, I meant 29!"
:P)
SHIT
Me: *checks on online homework site in the hope that I wrote it down wrong and I don't have to do ten after all*
*sees my German homework*
*which I also have to do for tomorrow*
D: D: D:
"sort and learn exam work" (notice the lack of punctuation; my German teacher can't even use basic English grammar fuckssake how's she meant to be teaching us a foreign language if she doesn't even know her own ugh)
Sort and LEARN?
Sort and LEARNNN???
Sort and WHAT NOW?
I am done. My friend is going into details about her date and ok its dirty, so our teacher goes: Stop telling Halloween stories. So i go: thats a damn good night. Not Halloween. He looks and goes: Its scarier then Halloween.
@Zaf: XD Lol.
Hello Everyone! I speak to you
from my apartment in sunny Spain!
How are you fantastic people?
CHI! HEY! HOW ARE YOU?!
@Chi: SPAIN?
Hi! :)
We're . . . fantastic?
Yes of course you are, Star! *hugs*
Hello Silente :3 miss me?
I'm great, I have a tan already and it's just the first day. Got to the hotel around 4am this morning so really tired but oh well.
@Chi: :) :) :)
And - O_O
Wow.
Glad you're having a good time! :)
If it was me, I would probably just be sunburnt, not tanned, lol. XD
Considering you didn't say how long you'd be off for yesterday I'll admit I panicked a bit. I thought you were leaving me! It was scary! A tan already?! You've been there less than a day!
@Silente: I know! :O
I don't tan that easily. :P
I don't tan at all. I burn. I managed to burn last holiday and it wasn't even slightly sunny. However normally the sunburn is painless and mellows into a tans so there are upsides..
Hey Dragona! How are you?
Wana press play?
I'm fine, thanks. You?
And, not yet. Wait until I've had my tea then we can :P
I'm fine thanks. Had a pretty decent day. You?
Okay then.
I take a really nice tan. Gtg guys. Love you all!
I don't generally burn, not if I have suncream on and that . . .
I get freckles. :) I get lots of little tiny freckles on my arms in the summer. :)
My face permanently has freckles on it so that doesn't look much different. :P
Hi Dragona! :)
Fours, Chi! :(
Bye Chiiiiiiiiii!
...Hello?
Lol freckles. That's cute. I just go bright red like a tomato..suncrean might help although half the time it still doesn't work...
Going anywhere nice this summer then Star?
Hey Lucifer! How are you?
Hey Silente!
I'm... okay. College was terribly boring and I'm tired as hell and pretty confused, but I think I'm okay.
How are you?
I neither tan nor burn. I don't generally wear suncream but I've never really had a tan and I've never had a burn.
I'm fine thanks Lucifer!
@dragona you might have burnt without feeling it..
Hey Mushroom! :) *attacklehugs*
@Silente: Yeah. :)
Try suncream with a high factor?
I don't know. I don't think we've actually booked the holiday yet. We're contemplating going to Italy, which we (me, my sister, my brother, my dad) have wanted to go to for years but my mum said it was too far (we generally drive to our destination in our old campervan that has a top speed of just under 60 mph), so we've never ended up going . . .
But we were actually going to book the holiday yesterday.
Except we didn't, because the campsite had no room or something.
But my mum was saying "There's other campsites in Italy" so apparently we're still going there. :)
We generally go to France or Germany. Germany's the best. :)
Do you think they'll have nice baguette in Italy . . . ? :/
They have really nice baguette in France and Germany.
I look forward to that bread ALL YEAR.
ALL. FUCKING. YEAR.
That and Chocomel. <3
Hey Lantern. :)
There's all this really nice food you can only get in Europe and urgha;dn;asndfasnsndsa,.sass.
:/
We went to the Netherlands the other year for, like, a weekend, to stay with this Dutch family we know, and they took us to this Dutch supermarket one day. And we bought, amongst other things, this stuff like squash, you know, you dilute it with water and drink it . . . ?
And they (the other family) told us to buy it because their kids liked it, so we were like okay.
And then we had some when we got home and it was SO FUCKING NICE it was HEAVEN and like WHY THE HELL DOES ENGLAND NOT HAVE SQUASH LIKE THAT
That trip, though - I spent half the time riding bikes without proper brakes that I couldn't even get on without the assistance of a curb. XD
Arghhh! :P
Food...
Hi Star. :-)
I'm hungry...
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR *attacklehugs back* How are you?!
Hey Fabi! <3
Hi Lucy! [hugs]
Wbd, getting something to eat and doing schoolwork.
@Mushroom: Okay, I think! :) You?
@Lantern: Well, I hope you find something to eat. :)
HOW AM I A BAD INFLUENCE
LIKE ON WHAT PLANET AM I A BAD INFLUENCE
@Mushroom: I DON'T KNOW?
I DIDN'T NOMINATE YOU!
Oh, that reminds me, I should probably vote . . . XD
*looks at homework* MEH.
IM FREE.....for now. Meh got about a half hour til school is over then English and math tomorrow then half a day Wednesday
I'm okay! But really irked by some of the people nominated for the BA's. Like, half of the people don't even come online anymore; they just want the glory that the BA's bring. I'd understand if they were more like me and came on now and again, but a lot of them barely come on at all and some of them have been really horrible to a lot of people on Blogland and I don't know, I really don't think they deserve to be a part of something designed for blogland when they've chosen to leave . It just sucks, you know?
Well, you're definitely influential...
Sorry. I just think that if it's going to be for one group of people, we should draw a line and say it's only for those people, as the others aren't ever online and therefore should not be a part of something that is not to do with them at all. It sounds really selfish (and I really am confused as to why I've been included, to be honest) but I really think that if it's going to be for Blogland, it should be for those who are present, not those who only appear when they feel like coming on for a little bit of glory... I just think it's unfair on the majority of people, because, sure, we've had some incredible people on the blog in the past, but there are incredible people on the blog now and I think we need to celebrate now, not the past.
After all, the past has already gone and the future is not yet here. All we truly have is the present...
That's my opinion anyway...
Lu, you're a bad influence on me :P
I remember your naughty jokes
@Mushroom: I TOTALLY AGREE. -_-
You can't expect to be part of the BLOGLAND awards if you're not part of BLOGLAND anymore.
I feel kind of bad about saying that because I know they probably deserve what the award is for, but then again, I can't be TOTALLY certain seeing as how I DON'T KNOW THEM seeing as how THEY AREN'T ON ANYMORE.
Like . . . I think if you want to experience these Blogland things, you have to put the effort in to be here, y'know?
Although I feel bad about saying that as well as it isn't some people's fault they're not here . . . :/
Also, I know I'm drifting away from this place, and I can easily sit here hours refreshing the comments without saying anything, but -
yeah.
I fully expect people to be irritated with me about this. I guess they're partially justified in being so. :)
@Lantern: *nods* :) *agrees with that*
I DO NOT KNOW ANY NAUGHTY JOKES.
There's just the Benedict Cumberbatch thing. :3
I mostly blame Flora.
How am I influential? I am a turnip.
Star - THANK YOU! I just... I remember the first time I did it and loads of people kicked off for not being involved, but it's for the people who are here right now, not for the people who have gone and not for the people who will come (back) - we have years ahead of us for things such as that.
*on the far end of Blogland*
*where the grickle-grass grows*
*and the wind smells slow and sour when it blows*
*and no birds ever sing, excepting old crows*
*lies the street of the countess, Ansala*
*she lives in the blue house, at the end of the sidewalk*
*the paint is peeling, so it’s not very blue anymore*
*the house is falling apart, and the shingles are peeling off*
*it looks as if it’s only held together by magic*
*a creepy black van rolls up outside the house*
*the door opens*
*steps out*
*blinks, coughs, and begins to rub eyes*
*the air is foul, down here*
*as if the sewers are open, beneath the house*
Per . . . perhaps not.
*turns to re-enter the van*
*turns to go into the house*
*van*
*house*
*van*
*house*
*grits teeth and pulls a coin from her pocket*
*flips it, catches it, and slaps it on her wrist*
Heads.
*looks at it*
*tails*
*walks up to the door and knocks*
Perhaps not jokes. But your mind is very dirty, Lu:3
@Mushroom: You're really dirty-minded though. :P
Turnips are influential toooo! :)
Yeah . . . -_-
Well, if they kick off now, I'm not even having it and I'll just be annoyed at them until they go away and . . . be . . . annoyed . . .
*frowns, not quite sure that sentence went where I wanted it to go*
(Obviously, it's different if someone leaves Blogland because they've been forced out.)
And - yeah. :/
I love the people who have gone, but . . . they've GONE.
*Crawls out of the shadows*
Hello!
*Watching Clara's RP*
Well...
I think it would be worse if we drew a line to say who counted as a present Bloglandian and who didn't...
People aren't going to vote for someone they don't know well.
And I'm not really sure I want to say anymore on the subject just now. I've been thinking about it, though...
*watching, Clara! :)*
Adra & Star - I'm not that bad! I just know a lot of stuff... Heh. And am really giggly. Flora is still worse okay. :P
Star - Turnips are vegetables, not influentialllllllllll. :P
If they kick off now I will be furious.
(I, personally, voted for the people who I thought best fitted the categories. Because I am more "new" than many people here, this mostly included "new" Bloglanders, rather than "old" and/or "gone" ones.)
The Door: *opens a tiny crack*
*a single vividly purple eye gazes out*
A Wheezy, Cracked Voice: Hello, yes?
My . . .
*clears throat*
My name is Doctor Precocious. You are Countess Ansala Augury, are you not?
Ansala: . . . Not much of a countess anymore, I’m afraid.
You’re the Sensitive I’ve heard so much talk about, right? The Sensitive that lives on the far end of Blogland?
Ansala: Used to be a countess, mind. But that was a long time ago, when Trevor was still alive. A good man, Trevor. A good husband.
Miss?
*leans forward*
Miss? The Sensitive? You are a Sensitive?
Ansala: *the one violet eye blinks twice, slowly*
Well now, Miss-Doctor-Precocious, I don’t know much about Sensitives and the like, but I can tell your fortune in plain words, none of them foggy-and-mystical revelations you’ve gotten from all the other fortune-tellers you went to before me.
How did you know . . ?
Ansala: I know a lot of things I ought not to know, Miss-Doctor-Precocious. Please come in.
Hey Sam! :)
@Lantern: Well, we OBVIOUSLY couldn't draw a LINE . . .
But the way the present Bloglandians nominate creates a mergy blendy line anyway. *shrugs*
. . .
Which is what you just said in your next sentence that I didn't read before starting to reply.
Uh.
*hugs Lantern* :/
Yeah.
Sorry.
If you insist, Lu. Flame is probably a bit worse, actually. In any case, you're pretty dirty minded, and that's what the nomination was for.
I think I should be heading off now, this conversion is beginning to depress me. Vale
(STAR!
*hugs*
I missed you! I missed everyone, but I especially missed you, because vacation was a bit dreary what with scattering Dad's ashes and all, and you're always so great at cheering people up, so, yeah.)
The Door: *opens wider*
*steps in*
Thank you.
Ansala: *is an old woman, stooped over, who walks with quick, rabbit-like hops*
*one of her eyes is wide, and a bright violet*
*the other is missing entirely, leaving only puffy red lids squeezed shut over an empty hole*
You just come in and sit down there, Miss-Doctor-Precocious.
*gestures to a round table in the center of the room*
Thank you.
*sits at the table*
Ansala: *begins bustling around the room, which is crowed with heavily-laden shelves*
*sifting through bottles and boxes and papers and bones and feathers and cards and dozens of seemingly useless artifacts*
Does your husband know you are here?
. . . No.
Ansala: I see.
*notices Precocious shifting uncomfortably in her seat*
There is no need to be nervous, Miss-Doctor-Precocious.
*hurriedly* I’m not nervous.
Ansala: Of course.
*sits opposite Doctor Precocious*
Now, please, tell me why you are here. I already know, of course, but it will help you to say it out loud, yes?
How . . . how do you know . . ?
Ansala: *taps her nose knowingly*
Trade secret, Miss-Doctor-Precocious.
Well, I still remember a lot of things you've said, Lucy. I think you're influential.
@Mushroom: THEY'RE INFLUENTIAL VEGETABLES. :)
Ah. I was telling the girl I sit next to in maths that I was a bubble, because for some reason I hadn't told her this yet, and she was just looking at me like I was crazy. :P
And she asked me if anyone actually believed me when I said I was a bubble, and I was like, "Well, my non-existent character does."
XD
(They already think I'm mad in maths anyway. I generally get annoyed in maths and start ranting to myself and they just stare at me rising my voice angrily into thin air like . . . okay . . .)
FLAME IS THE REASON I GET SO BAD HALF OF THE TIME HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT WE TALK ABOUT IT'S HILARIOUS THE OTHER WEEK HE WAS ACCUSING ME OF BEING A PROSTITUTE
*takes a deep breathe*
I . . . I was married, not so very long ago. At the wedding ceremony, when I kissed my husband, I was cursed.
Ansala: The curse was in the lipstick.
Yes, the curse was in the lipstick. And now . . . now if I have children, the pain will be more than a mortal body can bear. And the child will be deformed in some way, mentally, physically, who knows.
Ansala: I see.
I can do nothing to cure this curse, I hope you know. The curse is deep, deep in your blood, and even the ancient magics won’t drain it out.
I understand that. That’s not what I want.
I want you to look into my future, and tell me, show me, my child.
Ansala: *leans back in her chair*
*exhales, slowly, through her nose*
. . . I am not so sure that you want this.
I do.
Ansala: This is daring, Miss-Doctor-Precocious, and not right to do without your husband’s approval.
Oscar will understand. He’s dreading this just as much as I am, and it would be better for him to hear it from me, I think.
@Annika: Aw, thanks! :) *hugs*
(Not really. :P)
*hugs*
Blogland isn't quite the same without you. :)
I'm sorry it was a bit dreary. :/
And - O_O
:/
I don't think this will end well, Precocious.
Seeing the future generally tends to be a bad thing.
*watches nervously*
Ansala: . . . I see a lot of hatred, in your heart.
. . .
Ansala: Hatred for your uncle, the man who did this to you, yes. But also hatred for Mister-Oscar-Neurotic.
*reaches forward, and takes Precocious’s hand*
Many years, many many years of hatred. How now can you love someone you’ve spent so long hating and fearing?
I . . . I don’t know.
Ansala: There are many things that you do not know, you who acts so smart. When you can see the future, and know every dark shadow in a human’s soul, you learn to laugh at those who act so smart.
*gives her hand a gentle squeeze*
I will not laugh at you, Miss-Doctor-Precocious, and I will do what you ask, and show you your child.
*sighs, and smiles*
Thank you.
Ansala: I do this not for you, however. I do this for the child, and I do this for, frankly, I have little else to do today. I will also do this because it is easy, for I do not have to look very far ahead to see what your child will become.
*there is a moment of silence, as they look at each other*
*turns pale*
What . . . what do you mean . . ?
Ansala: I think the child is closer than you think, Miss-Doctor-Precocious. He . . . yes he . . . will be conceived soon. Very soon. Perhaps as soon as tonight.
I . . . but . . . are you sure?
Ansala: *throws her hands in air*
I see future, I see past, I see now! Do not ask me if I am sure. I am sure about everything. Now, do not sit there like a startled mooncalf. Bring me the mirror from the west-facing wall.
. . . FUCKKKKKKKKK I AM NOT SO SURE THAT YOU WANT THIS EITHER. :/
No, Precocious, this is NOT a good idea . . . !
*looks back at homework*
*guiltily fades back into the shadows*
(Trust me . . . trust me . . .
*evil chuckle*)
*they retrieve the mirror, and lay it on the table between them*
*it is about two feet square, in a wooden frame that has been painted silver*
*dust and grime has built up at the corners of the glass*
*the mirror has not been well cared-for*
Ansala: I will need you to look into the mirror, and tell me what you see.
Will I need magic?
Ansala: I should hope not. You have none.
That’s right. How did you-
Ansala: Please. I grow weary of these sorts of questions.
*grips Precocious’s hands*
*plants them firmly on either side of the frame*
Now, gaze into the mirror, and tell me what you see.
*slowly looks down, into the mirror*
*sees herself, respected against the brownish ceiling*
*also sees the reflection of Ansala, upside-down, looking in the mirror also*
There’s nothing. Only us.
Ansala: Look closer, Miss-Doctor-Precocious. You need not look very deep to see the truth.
*and as she looks into the mirror, she sees the world fade away behind her*
*her eyes widen in surprise as Ansala’s reflection and the brownish ceiling dissolve into a thick, gray soup of a thousand swirling tendrils of smoke*
I see smoke. It’s dissolving into smoke.
Ansala: And?
And there’s lightning, flashing in the smoke. Like a storm is coming.
Ansala: Yes . . . yes . . . what else?
The smoke . . . it’s solidifying. Turning into shapes. I can see them clearly, behind my own reflection . . . I can see through my own face, like I’m looking at a dark city through a windowpane . . .
Ansala: The shapes, what are they? Tell me!
They’re solidifying, resolving themselves into . . . into a room.
*frowns, confused*
Just a plain, white room. And there are people, sitting in a circle. An adult and five children.
Ansala: *exhales slowly*
. . . I see.
Listen to me, Miss-Doctor-Precocious. I need you to tell me everything you see, everything you hear, for you will hear their voices as well.
. . . Alright.
@Clara: Trust YOU?
:O
Like, WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT?
(Come now, Star, have I ever steered you wrong? I mean, apart from the whole killing-of-Photo thing.
*laughter*)
*in a plain white room*
*in a plain white hospital*
Dr. Vitae: *stands up*
I want to thank you all for coming. I know many of you are not here by choice, but I want you to know that I am very proud of you for sticking it out. I am very proud of all you brave little soldiers, and I hope this meeting will help you, as much as it has helped so many other kids in similar situations.
Michael Victrola: Go to Hell, Desmond.
Bella-Donna: Michael!
Dr. Vitae: *smiles patiently at Michael*
My name is Dr. Vitae, Mr. Victrola, and I understand that you are hurting, but that is no reason to lash out at me. Now, since some of us are new, I suggest we go around the circle and introduce ourselves. Since you seem so eager to speak, Mr. Victrola, I suggest you go first.
*sits down*
Michael: Yeah, sure. Whatever.
*stands up*
So, um, yeah. My name is Michael Victrola, and my mom, Cassandra Victrola, made me come here. I started to vanish when I was twelve. I’m seventeen, now.
*rolls up his trouser legs*
*revealing nothing behind them*
I’ve vanished all the way up to my waist now. But hey, just ‘cause you can’t see it doesn’t mean the equipment isn’t fully functional.
*waggles eyebrows at Bella-Donna*
Bella-Donna: *hisses furiously*
Dr. Vitae: Thank you, Mr. Victrola, you may sit down now.
Michael: Whatever.
*sits down*
So I put 'make' in WordReference.com and I'm scrolling down the several hundred different translations they have for several hundred different uses of the words, and the example sentence they use for 'make (bring into existence)' is "Let's make a baby!" and I'm just sat there like WHY.
(That's weird. Why THAT? Why can't it be "Let's make a shelving unit!"?)
Dr. Vitae: Now you, Mr. Sand.
Terry Sand: *very slowly stands up*
*every movement he makes causes a loud squeaking noise*
*slowly, painfully, he manages to stand*
*his entire body is encased in thick, shiny metal*
*his face cannot be seen, behind a steel mask*
*slowly, squeakily, he pulls out an iPhone, and types something into it*
Siri: HELLO, MY NAME IS TERRY SAND. I WAS BORN WITHOUT A SKELETON, SO I WEAR THIS EXOSKELETON SO THAT I CAN FUNCTION, AND TO PROTECT MY BODY. I WAS ORDERED TO COME HERE BY MY DOCTORS.
Terry: *slowly sits down*
*it looks like quite an ordeal*
Dr. Vitae: Thank you, Mr. Sand. Now you, Bella-Donna.
*and they move around the circle, in this way*
*Bella-Donna has no arms. They were torn from her when she was young, by a dark sorcerer. She had no surviving family, so she had come here herself, seeking help and closure.*
*Dimitri Snivel was born without eyes. Instead, he had black holes in his head that wept black ichor and stank like rotting fish. His father had made him come to the meeting, just to get him out of the house*
*and the fifth one . . .*
Oh my God.
Ansala: Ah.
That’s him. It has to be. Oh my God, he has my hair.
And his face . . .
Star, you are most certainly insane. c:
*the fifth one was a boy, fifteen years of age*
*he sat in a wheelchair that glowed with blue runes, and hovered a few inches off the ground*
*he had a blanket draped over his legs, hiding them from view*
*his hair was short, and the exact same shade of gray as Precocious’s hair*
*half of his face was the spitting-image of fifteen-year-old Oscar*
*the other half was cruelly warped and malformed, twisting his mouth into an ugly smile that was more like a snarl*
Dr. Vitae: . . . And you, Mr. Neurotic?
Neurotic: *sardonically* Forgive me if I don’t stand.
*the wheelchair glides forward into the center of the circle*
Neurotic: Hello. My name is Photo Neurotic.
My mother was cursed before I was conceived, so I was born with a twisted-up face, and a pair of useless lumps of bone and flesh for legs. I obviously couldn’t use them, so they didn’t grow properly, and now they’re all twisted-up too.
My godfather made me come here. I don’t think he likes me much.
Michael: *snorts*
‘Cause you’re ugly?
Neurotic: *snarls* Because I’m asymmetrical you sonuvabitch!
*the wheelchair made a loud revving noise, like a race car engine, and Michael, surprised, fell out of his seat*
Neurotic: *laughs*
Dr. Vitae: *loudly* Thank you, Mr. Neurotic! If you’ll please sit down, now.
Neurotic: *fixes him with a punishing glare*
Dr. Vitae: *meekly* Sorry.
Neurotic: *rolls his eyes*
*returns to his place in the ring*
@Clara: I know! :O
Who goes around saying that? :P
And - yeahh. Exactly. -_-
And - O_O O_O O_O
*WATCHING*
@Mushroom: I know. :) It's fabulous.
*hugs*
(Where's Silente, anyway? :/ She's usually on.)
Asymmetrical.
Oh gosh.
*laughs* XD
(Silente is on. However Silente felt her presence was not required at this current moment and so Silente is drifting.)
Dr. Vitae: *stands up*
Well, that was lovely, wasn’t it? Now, it’s time for group therapy. Let’s bring in the cookies and lemonade.
Bella-Donna: Oh, I love cookies.
Michael: Pity you have to have it spoon-fed to you, isn’t it!
*laughs*
Bella-Donna: Michael!
Terry and Siri: SHUT UP, MICHAEL.
Neurotic: Yeah, stop trying to get our attention. It’s almost like you feel, I dunno, invisible or something.
Michael: Screw you! The only person who can’t see me is Dimitri!
Dimitri: Piss off!
Michael: You piss off!
Dr. Vitae: Oh dear . . .
Dimitri: *stands up*
*shadows gathering in his fists*
Seriously, Michael, cut it out!
Michael: Necromancy? C’mon, be serious!
*hops around his chair, fists raised*
Good luck hitting an invisible man!
Bella-Donna: *mutters* Good luck hitting anything at all, without eyes.
Dimitri: Well good luck fighting anyone, without arms!
Bella-Donna: *gasp*
Terry and Siri: STOP THAT, DIMITRI, OR I’LL BREAK YOU APART.
Dimitri: With what? You’re nothing but a soft little pudding without that suit!
WHY AM I LAUGHING AT THIS
@Silente: *hugs*
Okay . . .
But we love you and your presence, you know. :)
Neurotic: You! Sit down!
*Dimitri lifts off his feet, and slams back into his chair*
You! Sit down!
*Michael soars into the air, and is dropped unceremoniously into his seat*
*Neurotic, the telekenetic, glares at each of them in turn*
Neurotic: Look here, I never heard anything anything as idiotic as a blind man and an invisible man being at odds with each other. You ought to be a damn bromance!
Dimitri: Shut up, Photo.
Michael: Yeah, for once I envy Dimitri. At least HE doesn’t have to look at that train-wreck of a face.
Dimitri: You sonuvabitch!
*struggles to get out of his chair, but Neurotic is keeping him fastened down tight*
*Michael is struggling too, to no effect*
Neurotic: *face is turning red from fury and embarrassment*
Shut up! I won’t have you making fun of me! My father’s a crime lord, and he’ll have all of you dead before you can say Jack Robinson!
Dr. Vitae: *runs between them*
Alright, alright, alright!
*mops his sweaty forehead*
That was . . . that was a really successful session, everyone! I’ll see you all next Thursday . . .
I . . . I’ve had enough!
*the world begins to dissolve into gray swirls*
No more . . . I’ve had enough!
*the last thing to swirl away is the twisted face of Photo Neurotic, now scarlet with shame*
*and then there’s nothing left, but Precocious’s reflection*
*and the brownish ceiling*
*and the old woman, the countess, Ansala*
(I know. You tell me this whenever I'm upset. I'm surprised you noticed my absence at all.)
GUYS HAS ANYBODY HEARD ABOUT SOMETHING HAPPENING HERE OR SOMETHING BECAUSE THE SP FANDOM ON TUMBLR IS FREAKING THE HELL OUT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING AND THE MAJORITY OF US DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND ARE EXTREMELY WORRIED BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE LEFT THE FANDOM AND IT'S VERY SECRETIVE
*pushes the mirror away*
*leans back in her chair*
*breathing heavily*
Ansala: *watches her pityingly*
*lowers her voice* You asked for the truth. The truth is what I have shown you.
Is . . . is there anything I can do to help him?
Ansala: *sass* Maybe if you believe very hard.
*buries her face in her hands*
I . . . I . . . oh God.
Ansala: *slowly stands up*
*hangs the mirror back on the wall*
. . . I need a drink.
Ansala: No, you do not. Drinks will do you far more evil than good, and had you understood that long ago, perhaps much of this life would have been different.
*silent tears begin to trickle down her face*
My . . . my son . . . my poor son . . .
Ansala: The boy will be conceived tonight, I am certain.
*her face is in her hands*
*she slowly runs her hands through her hair*
And . . . and if I don’t sleep with Oscar tonight, if my son isn’t conceived tonight . . .
Ansala: It will make no difference, Miss-Doctor-Precocious, wether Mister-Photo-Neurotic is conceived tonight or not. He will be the same baby, the same boy, the same man, one day.
*slowly stands up, on shaky legs*
*walks to the door*
I need to go back. I need to tell Oscar . . .
Ansala: The future is a dangerous thing, Miss-Doctor-Precocious. Be careful who you share it with.
He’s my husband, I share everything with him.
Ansala: That is not important, now.
*pauses, with her hand on the doorknob*
What do you mean?
Sorry I poofed.
NIAMH I KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING AND IT'S NOT AS BAD AS EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE MAKING OUT I PROMISE YOU BUT I ALSO KNOW THAT I CAN'T SAY BECAUSE IT'S NOT SOMETHING I CAN SAY PEOPLE ARE JUST BLOWING IT OUT OF PROPORTION OKAY <3
Ansala: *slowly waddles over to Precocious*
*puts both hands on her shoulders*
*stares into her dark eyes with her one violet one*
If you only learn one thing from tonight, Miss-Doctor-Precocious, if you only take one thing away, let it be this.
Ansala: Killing Hassle will not bring you peace.
*and there’s a moment, in the fabric of time, and the world*
*like a skip on a record, like a blur of static on a TV screen*
*like a moment of lag on a YouTube video, like a fumbled word in a magic spell*
*and she’s sitting in the driver’s seat of her van*
*looking at the house*
*and she remembers going in*
*being satisfied, learning what she wanted to learn, knowing what she wanted to know*
*and she can’t for the life of her remember what it was*
*she is used to not remembering*
*she has spent much of her life not remembering*
*nowadays, much of her time is spent not remembering*
*when she holds Oscar’s hand, she chooses not to remember the sharp blades they once held, that dug into her skin*
*when she runs her hands through his hair, she chooses not to remember the medallion that put that white stripe there*
*and when she remembers Photo, she chooses not to remember the black veins under his skin, the days when he wore beige, the poisoned lipstick, the lies*
*but now, as she gazes at the blue house, she doesn’t like not remembering*
*she puts the van into drive, and it sets off down the street*
*her cell phone, which she’d left in the car, is alive with a dozen texts, all from Oscar*
*they found him*
*they found Hassle Precocious*
THE END
(hey Draggie. You eaten yet?)
@Silente: Yeah, that's because I'm shit at remembering to tell people this stuff.
And - of course I noticed your absence. :/ You're one of the main people here. :) *hugs*
(Silente - no. But I will do now because I'm hungry :P)
That is so relieving to hear, thank you so much<3
Is Derek going to come forward and say something about it or?
Good draggie. Eat. Forgetting to eat isn't a smart thing to do.
@Star I am? I pity the blog then. I shouldn't be a main person here. There are better people who should be on here more.
:/
Yeah . . .
I have a bad feeling about pretty much ALL of this . . .
Niamh - we don't know, but I don't think it's necessary; people are just being hypocritical and overreacting about it. It made me feel a little funny at first, but then I realised I was being ridiculous and judging something so harmless is pointless. ^.^
It really isn't as bad as people are making it out to be imo. More shocking than anything, haha.
(If you'll excuse me.
*six Turkish princes arrive and carry me away on a silver platter*
*it's the same platter as last time*
*but different princes*)
@Silente: No . . .
*hugs*
You're not just one of the main people because you're here a lot. You're one of the main people because you're . . . one of the main people.
You know, I can describe this in tones and thought-speak and I can probably even DRAW it, but words? -_-
. . .
If Blogland is a Christmas tree, then as far as this generation goes, you're the trunk, and you kind of define what shape we are and it all kind of hinges on you. :)
*laughs* Fours, Clara. :)
(*waves* bye then Clara. *watches her go eyes lingering on the princess* *shakes her head and looks away*)
. . .
Damn, I wandered off there.
You know -
urgh.
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
I could explain to you how you're awesome, Silente, but such a thing is inexplainable. :)
Hiya
@star I very much doubt i's be the trunk. If that was the case the tree would've died and fallen over now.
NOW I've had my tea.
If it's not that bad, why are people withholding the information in the first place? I really don't understand, if it's not a personal thing then why are so much people confused?
If it's not that bad, why are people withholding the information in the first place? I really don't understand, if it's not a personal thing then why are so much people confused?
Hows everyone ?
Did anyone sit the maths exam today?
It's not our information to divulge, Niamh. It's personal to those it is regarding and to make said information known to such a large group of people would be rude to say the least.
@Silente: Lol, no. :P
We're indestructible.
Okay, this is how I would draw it -
imagine that everyone in Blogland is a colour.
And we all kind of merge and swirl together.
Think like my Adrenaline word art - http://inkystarrywordart.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/shinedown-word-art-adrenaline.html
And the formation of Blogland is constantly merging and shifting and swirling around, changing form.
But there's a bright colour in the middle, shining out, like . . . like how yellow stands out.
(I don't think you're a yellow kind of person, but that's an example.)
And all the other colours kind of gravitate to it and merge around it.
And yellow . . .
If you try and do some colours word art without yellow - you can't do it. It just looks weird. Yellow immediately just makes things look BETTER, expands the colour scheme so it looks as colourful as it's supposed to.
If you were a colour, Silente, I don't think you'd be yellow, but you'd have the same effect that yellow does. :)
OKAY HEY PEOPLE SO IM GOING TO DEDICATE TO TWO THINGS (at least) HERE.
FIRSTLY TO CHIONE. MY SISTER. MY BEST FRIEND. SHE'S AWESOME AND I WOULD GIVE MY LIFE FOR HER WITHOUT HESITATION.
SECONDLY TO STAR. SHE'S THE MOST COMPLICATED PERSON I KNOW. HER SPEECHES AND METAPHORS ARE AMAZING. IF I EVER NEED SOMEONE TO CHALLENGE MY VIEWS, SHE'S THE ONE TO DO IT.
TO ZAF, WHO HAS AND STILL IS OVERCOMING HER PROBLEMS AND IS GOING BACK TO THE EXPLOSIVE PERSON I KNOW AND LOVE.
TO EVERYONE ELSE, BECAUSE YOUR ALL THE BEST PEOPLE IVE EVER KNOWN.
AND FINALLY TO 'THE LIGHT BEHIND YOUR EYES' ITS SUCH A GREAT SONG AND I LOVE IT.
SO LET'S RAISE A GLASS TO THESE THINGS AND CELEBRATE THEIR GREATNESS! *raises glass* TO CHIONE, STAR, ZAF, THE BLOGLANDIANS AND THE LIGHT BEHIND YOUR EYES! MAY THEY ALL LAST LONG AND MAY THEIR LEGACIES STAY STRONG!
*hugs Silente* THAT'S A GREAT DED!!! :)
I like the way you described me there. :) :)
And - it IS a great song. :O
Great ded Silente
*pokes Dragona* *looks from him to the play button* *raises an eyebrow unquestioningly*
@star if anyone I think that would be you. Not me.
**questioningly don't know why that changed.
Hey G! How are you?
Silente: Ye-
No.
Damn. Seems I have to take my dog for a walk :P
Im...ok, I guess
Had a rubbish math exam earlier and now im plotting stuff
Y'know, for my first youtube vid and the story im writing
(*whirlwinds into this comment thread*)
OKAY
OKAY
OKAY OKAY OKAY
GUESS WHAT I JUST GOT
So, one of my favorite things in the universe is Skulduggery Pleasant, right? Well, one of my OTHER favorite hints in the universe it family. Perhaps not my family, as my family is not very close, but the feeling of camaraderie, and friendship, and ohana. You know. Well, I've spent my life looking for that family. I haven't found it yet. But for the first time, I'nm starting to feel at home with my own family, and here's why:
I'm turning sixteen on Thursday. Now, there's a woman in our family called Aunt Pauline, and everyone calls her Aunt Pauline, no matter how they're related to her. And she quilts. She has won a lot of very prestigious prizes for her quilts. And her thing is that she makes a completely unique and personalized quilt for everyone in the family once they get to a certain age. AND I JUST GOT MINE.
It's so beautiful. I'm tearing up. It's the most lovely quilt, and it's perfect for me, and it's MY quilt and no one else has its equal, and I just . . .
*sniffle*
Okay then Dragona. Walk da doggie. Wouldn't want it leaving little surprises in your house.
(*I'm)
Hey Chloe! :)
Guyssss . . . I reached 70,000 words on my story yesterday. :O
And I still haven't actually, like, got anywhere. :P
(Lol.)
@Silente: *laughs*
Uh
no
what
Yeah . . . no.
I don't really contribute anything, Silente. :)
Awww your so lucky Clara! I'm glad you feel loved.
Hi Star, been awhile :)
@Clara: *HUGS*
*smiles* :) :) :) :) :)
That's really really great . . . :)
I'm so happy for you, and I know people say that when they don't really mean it, but I'm sitting here smiling and -
and, you know, :) :) :).
I'm sure it's a fantastic quilt. ;) :)
@Chloe: Yup. XD
How're you? :)
You do Star! Your always popping up with comments on things. Like how Silente couldn't be a psychopath. And you've been here as long as I can remember! Your the most constant thing on this blog! (imo)
Im good, sorta. The maths exam earlier put a damper on my mood, so now im listening to Repo! the genetic opera
@G DON'T START SINGING THAT SONG! I darent even speak its name for fear of getting it stuck in my head again..
Hehehe *chuckles darkly*
I watched it all today.
DID YOU REALLY DED TO TLBYE
THAT IS NOT COOL
THAT SONG HURTS MAN
Hmmm, im currently thinking of what things I could include on my first ever youtube vid....
It's a ridiculously catchy song. But that's not good! It's addictive to listen to. Don't sing it! Don't type its lyrics up! I may cry if you do. Don't even type its NAME
NTN :)
NTN :)
@Silente: Aw, that makes me smile. :)
I've been here a while, yeah . . . :P
Yeah. But I only really appear when I have something to say. Like about Silente not being a psychopath, or about . . . um . . .
um . . .
you know, stuff. :P
And you're more constant than me, in ways. :)
Plus, you're awesome. *nods*
Which makes a lot more difference than maybe people realise. :)
@Chloe: Zaf likes Repo! The Genetic Opera . . . :)
IT'S A GOOD SONG LUCIFER! ITS HEART BREAKABILITY DESERVES RECOGNITION!
Repo is great, but my parents are getting sick of my listening to the songs all day everyday...
Your more awesome Star. And in other ways your more constant.
@Chloe: *doesn't make YouTube videos* *so no advice, sorry :P*
@Mushroom: Yeah. D:
I feel like ranting about Ezter now.
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NTN!
THANK YOU
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