My best friend is like the nicest, most caring, person in the world and her other best friend is a total jerk to her and she just texted me about it and I called her and she was sobbing crying
It just makes me so angry that great people don't get the people in their lives that they deserve
Here's the thing: An awful life can be fixed. Eventually, it will get better. No matter how far off it seems, eventually you will get there, and you'll be glad you're still alive.
Death, though, is irreversible. Even if you do believe in an afterlife, or reincarnation, you will still not be the same amazing, incredible Tia that you are now.
So you'd be robbing yourself of a future in exchange for nothing.
And also? If you really wanted to die, you wouldn't have just told us that. Because you know that we'd try to convince you otherwise. So that means, at least subconsciously, you know that you need to live.
Tia, you're, what? 16? 17? There's nothing you could have done that is so bad that the only way to fix it is death.
Did you know that every single person who has tried committing suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge and failed has said that, halfway down, they realized that every problem that caused them to jump was fixable? Every single one?
And if not for some fluke, they would have died anyway?
The only irreversible thing is death.
And now I have to, goodnight. I love you both. *hugs*
Liliana: *there is a popping noise in the clearing and a large castle appears in the middle of Blogland* *the bricks of the walls seem to glimmer a black and purple colour*
Liliana: You don't know? Ah yes, I see. I have never been here before. My name is Liliana. Would you like to see my castle? It has... several features that you may enjoy.
Liliana: Of course I have blood. Lots and lots of the stuff. Freshly... donated, too. There is also an interesting mixture of blood and red wine if you would be interested in that. *smiles* Wait. You're too young, aren't you?
Liliana: *moves over to two barrels, with a little tap on each* *points to the one on the left* Blood. *points to the one on the right* Wine. Do you want a mix of both?
@Tia: Stop. Please. Stop telling yourself you're worthless and pathetic and that the only way out is death. Because that's not true. Every problem is solvable, no matter how difficult the solution is to come by. And if you ever need to talk, or just need someone to listen, or just know that someone is rooting for you- I'm always here. And a lot of other people are, too.
You need to stop believing the lies of others. They insult you, but they're wrong. You have a use, to talk. Sing. Dance. To laugh and cry. To give us a use.
Liliana: *turns the tap for blood, and a sharp scream can be heard from inside the barrel* *moves the glass after filling it three quarters full with blood, filling the rest with wine* *hands it to her* There you go.
-pauses at the screaming, eyeing the barrel- -takes the glass gently between two fingers, spinning the glass by its stem- You have a person in that barrel?
Seeing as you are one of Dragona's creations its all the same tjing really. But apparently you don't play by the rules so i can only imagine this would lead to an argument. I could call you out on being a limited set of the imagimation and expose your boundaries and you could ask me to prove that i am not real and then we would have a stalemate, or a never ending argument. I dont really care for either *shrug*
(Whether you believe I exist or not, Matex, is not my concern. I literally do not give a shit. Just treat me with the same respect you would do with anyone else and we will be fine. If it was a more pressing matter, I would argue with you. But I would not care for an argument against someone who is, to put it bluntly, wrong.)
Sure, but to be honest it has been nagging me for a while now. Whats your opinion on yourself then, and your own existence? You don't deny being inside Dragona's head, if I recall?
Don't argue against, discuss with, if at all. I find this place and its inhabbitants fascinating subjects of philosophical debate and i do apologise if i offend anyone.
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(Okay. Me sleep now. Sophia, sleep, there's a good commander. - hugs Soph- -settles her down in a bed- -hums until she falls asleep-)
(*hugs Silente back* I am not a child. Or a dog. I will sleep, however. Goodnight.)
Hello?
Hello?
I'm so angry holy crap
Hello, Kes. What's wrong?
Hey :) T'sup?
My best friend is like the nicest, most caring, person in the world and her other best friend is a total jerk to her and she just texted me about it and I called her and she was sobbing crying
It just makes me so angry that great people don't get the people in their lives that they deserve
[Insert pointless reminder of the time here]
Hey Fabi!
It's only quarter til nine here, but yeah, Tia, shouldn't you be asleep?
Hello, Fabi.
I wish you both a good day (and night!)
Well, I probably should be asleep, but going to sleep and wanting to never wake up isn't a great feeling.
That's...true.
Sleeping might help with that feeling though?
What happened?
Life happened. I failed.
I highly doubt that
Tia, the more sheep you get the better and less depressed you'll feel :/
Hey Dugglyn!
Hello, Dugglyn.
Sleep is irrelevant.
I'm living on borrowed time.
*curls up dead* -Zaf
Hello folks and fans outside there in tv land!
Hey, Zaf. T'sup?
*hugs Tia* I'm sorry :/
You're wonderful
Zaffy? 😮
That's irrelevant, Kes.
Hello, Zaf. *hugs her warmly*
*runs over to Zaf, places a stick of dynamite next to her the runs away*
Um? You're not a screw-up? You're not failing at life? You can get through this?
Any of those relevant?
Keep borrowing my time, then, Tia.
*backflips away from the dynamite 'cause I'm a ninja*
*~ Danni
Hey, Dove :)
*huggles*
Hi Danni! How are you and your eyes?
Hello, Danni. I wish you, Zafira and Dugglyn a good day.
I'm not sure what you mean by that.
Ok, I do know what you mean by that.
Wednesday first call map shows we have the highest chance of 6"+ of snow. Guess who won't have school probably?-Zaf
*sees dynamite and explodes happily* -Zaf
We don't have school on Wednesday anyway :P
*stares at the explosion*
I want me some of that.
My dynamite! You touch my dynamite forest you die.-Zaf
*throws some dynamite at Tia*
*cuddles Tia* Well I can lend dynamite.-Zaf
Yeah, I'll go with that *explodes*
*gasps, pulling Zaf into a hug*
*huggles and falls asleep happily* -Zaf
Good night, Zafira. *smiles*
...
Not much time left.
Until...what?
Until I'm out of time. Until I choose. An awful life. Or death.
Tia, stop doing this to yourself. Please.
Here's the thing: An awful life can be fixed. Eventually, it will get better. No matter how far off it seems, eventually you will get there, and you'll be glad you're still alive.
Death, though, is irreversible. Even if you do believe in an afterlife, or reincarnation, you will still not be the same amazing, incredible Tia that you are now.
So you'd be robbing yourself of a future in exchange for nothing.
Doing what?
(That was directed at Fabi)
And also? If you really wanted to die, you wouldn't have just told us that.
Because you know that we'd try to convince you otherwise.
So that means, at least subconsciously, you know that you need to live.
There is no fixing. Just moving on.
I ruined my life.
Tia, you're, what? 16? 17?
There's nothing you could have done that is so bad that the only way to fix it is death.
Did you know that every single person who has tried committing suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge and failed has said that, halfway down, they realized that every problem that caused them to jump was fixable? Every single one?
And if not for some fluke, they would have died anyway?
The only irreversible thing is death.
And now I have to, goodnight. I love you both. *hugs*
Good night, Kes. Sleep well.
Hello?
Heya :)
Hello, Sapphire. I wish you a good day.
It's late afternoon for me, but thank you :)
How're you?
Not too good, I'm afraid.
What's wrong?
Also, how hell o'clockish in the morning is it for you?
Four in the morning.
And yeah, I'm awful. I messed up my life.
Tell me what happened, if you want.
Not today, sorry.
Maybe one day, I will.
How are you?
Good night, Sapphire!
Good night, Blogland!
Good night, Kestrel!
That's okay. You don't have to.
I'm pretty good. A little tired, very busy, other stuff going on but none of it very important.
Sorry. 'Night, Tia!
Say hi to Danni for me.
*hugs Sapphire, falling asleep*
Sorry, got caught up in real life stuff.
[hugs]
*melts in the hug*
*whispers*
Good night.
BLAH
I have to go because real life :/ see ya
The time, so much has slipped away. :c
(Hello.)
(Hello Sophia. I've been expecting you -crazy evil laugh-)
(That is good, I suppose. *hugs her tightly* Were you expecting that?)
(I will be back in a moment.)
(-hugs her tightly back- nope. Still not used to you hugging me..)
(I hug you every time I come on.)
(And its still a surprise)
(That makes sense, I suppose.
Would you like to roleplay?)
(-nods- yes it does make sense.
Okay. You start?)
(I have made a new character.)
Liliana: *there is a popping noise in the clearing and a large castle appears in the middle of Blogland* *the bricks of the walls seem to glimmer a black and purple colour*
(-facepalm- a castle? Well that's a rather grand entrance)
-frowns at the suddenly appearing castle-
-looks at the bricks and frowns more-
Uh..
(Rather, yes.)
Liliana: *the drawbridge opens and she steps out, wearing a tight black dress and leather boots that come up to her knee*
-watches the new person, curious-
-jumps from the tree she was situated in, stalking towards her-
Liliana: Hello darling. *places a finger under her chin* Where might I be, now?
-bristles slightly at the touch, stepping back-
Blogland. Who would you be?
Liliana: You don't know? Ah yes, I see. I have never been here before. My name is Liliana. Would you like to see my castle? It has... several features that you may enjoy.
-raises an eyebrow-
You can't leave that there. It'll get destroyed.
Aevil's reaction to this is rather amusing.
[not here, Fabi's getting as much of my homework as she can done in the the next ten minutes then calling it a night]
Liliana: *smiles, showing her long fangs* No. It won't. What do you take me for? The castle cannot be destroyed.
-eyes the fangs, shifting slightly-
Well you still can't leave it there..it's a public space...
Liliana: And I'm using it now.
Um..
-frowns-
Liliana: Don't worry. I'll return the public space once I've finished using it.
- frowns-
O-Kay ..
Fairly certain you still aren't allowed to do that.
Liliana: *smiles, running her fingers lightly over her cheek* Try and stop me, if you want to.
-steps back again-
Um..
-blinks-
Liliana: What? You don't want to? I'm almost offended.
I...
- looks at the castle-
Meh.
Liliana: Would you like to see the inside of it? It is very luxurious. Some say I have the best murder holes they have ever seen.
Sure.
- blinks and frowns-
No.
Liliana: Why ever not? I am inviting you in for a drink. Nothing... sinister.
- looks Liliana up and down-
Unless you have bottled water or blood bags, I'm not interested.
Liliana: Of course I have blood. Lots and lots of the stuff. Freshly... donated, too. There is also an interesting mixture of blood and red wine if you would be interested in that. *smiles* Wait. You're too young, aren't you?
-growls-
No. I'm not too young for wine. Don't judge a book by its cover.
Liliana: Then let's have some. Are you coming? I can't drink all this blood by myself.
-hesitates for a moment-
Why not.
Liliana: Come in, then. *walks back towards the drawbridge*
-follows behind her-
Liliana: *shuts the drawbridge behind her, sealing her in* So, what is your name?
- looks at the sealed bridge-
-looks back to Liliana-
Silente.
Liliana: Silente what? Or are you like me with the fact I do not have a last name?
Tempest. Silente Tempest.
Liliana: *moves over to two barrels, with a little tap on each* *points to the one on the left* Blood. *points to the one on the right* Wine. Do you want a mix of both?
(gtg soon..)
Sure..more blood than wine.
(I have to leave now. Sorry.)
(ah that's fine. Bye!)
I want a1954 Bentley R-type Continental, 1 of only 208 ever made, with a 6-cylinder engine, retro fitted with a host of modern conveniences.
buy me one and I'll marry you
xD snow
Snow....*laughs* -Zaf
@Snow: Amen. XD
(*yawns* hello.....)
@Tia: Stop.
Please.
Stop telling yourself you're worthless and pathetic and that the only way out is death.
Because that's not true.
Every problem is solvable, no matter how difficult the solution is to come by. And if you ever need to talk, or just need someone to listen, or just know that someone is rooting for you-
I'm always here.
And a lot of other people are, too.
Garrett! D:
Oh my gosh I was too busy typing out that comment to Tia DON'T LEAVE D:
And, if you'll pardon my French, you're welcome here, dammit.
Oh.
Okay I feel idiotic.
Crud.
Well, have a good couple of days... :)
*vanishes temporarily*
(Fay,
its not your fault, its not anyone's fault,
its my own personal decision to leave for a couple of days.
so don't feel bad )
Hello. *hugs Fay and Gar*
Hello?
-hugs Kas-
*huggles back*
Hold me, Sil.
-holds kas tightly-
It's okay..
*softly*
It is now...
You need to stop believing the lies of others. They insult you, but they're wrong. You have a use, to talk. Sing. Dance. To laugh and cry. To give us a use.
That is beautiful, Sil.
*huggles tightly*
How are you feeling?
Wow, sorry for the late reply. :(
I'm okay. In English :/
Don't you like English?
It's okay...but we're looking at poems
*sighs* Poems...
We did Browning, Frost... All the Roberts.
Sounds fun.
Re now.
Oh joy.
I'm not religious.
Have fun!
*huggles*
It's okay. Just a film/documentary thing.
Rp?
Sure.
(You okay?)
Annabelle: - walks around -
-she looks almost identical to Sil, only with blonder hair and a more upturned nose-
(Not at all. I'll get over it.)
*walks through the Blogwoods*
*spots Sil*
*tacklehugs Sil*
Hey, Sil!
*looks puzzled for a moment*
New haircut?
(That's Tanya btw)
Annabelle: - sighs and tries to push Tanya off-
Wrong one. I'm Annabelle. Sil's alter-ego
*leans in and sniffs her*
...so you are.
*rolls off her, standing up and offering her a hand*
Annabelle: -shifts slightly at being sniffed-
-takes the hand and gets up-
Thanks.
*cautiously looks her up and down*
So... what's your deal? Are you a vampire too?
Annabelle: No. I'm a wolf..
(I rarely dream but I dreamt today and I met Derek Landy in a library so I tried to get him to sign my TDOTL and he did but he couldn't spell :S)
*gasps, taking an involuntary step back*
W- wolf?
(Um..that sound ironic. A writer who can't spell..)
Annabelle: -frowns at her reaction- yeah...as in werewolf?
Y- yeah, that's -
I'm a vampire myself and...
*her hands slowly drift towards her daggers*
...and I have nothing against werewolves at all, in fact, it's a pleasure to meet you, Annabelle.
Annabelle: thank you, I think. What's your name?
(Hello.)
Tanya Halcyon
*reaches out a hand towards Annabelle, somehow a dagger is in her hand*
*doesn't notice the dagger and stretches out the hand towards Anna*
(Mbd)
(hey Soph!)
Annabelle: um..You have a knife in your hand..?
Liliana: *turns the tap for blood, and a sharp scream can be heard from inside the barrel* *moves the glass after filling it three quarters full with blood, filling the rest with wine* *hands it to her* There you go.
-pauses at the screaming, eyeing the barrel-
-takes the glass gently between two fingers, spinning the glass by its stem-
You have a person in that barrel?
Liliana: I said freshly donated. Yes, there is a person in that barrel. And rows of spikes which close when I turn the tap.
(Hello, Sophia.
Poor barrel person.)
...
*looks at the dagger*
Oh.
*places it back and shakes Annabelle's hand*
So, is Sil your sister or something?
(What the actual heck, Liliana?)
How morbid and medieval of you.
((England is too cold...))
(Hello, Matex.)
Although IF i remember correctly Dragona has a thing for medieval history. I suppose that counts as a compliment then.
Hmm
-thinks about that, taking a sip-
Annabelle: -shakes the hand- not exactly
So you two are not related?
Annabelle: no...I sorta hijacked her mind?
(Actually, Liliana is one of my creations. I would not become a messenger for one of Dragona's characters.)
Liliana: *walks forward, then sits on her throne, moving her legs over the side* So, is this place interesting?
But your body... you look so similar.
(Liliana, you're a monster.
)
-looks at her then back to the barrel-
That's one way to put it.
Annabelle: yeah
Do you still have her memories?
Seeing as you are one of Dragona's creations its all the same tjing really. But apparently you don't play by the rules so i can only imagine this would lead to an argument.
I could call you out on being a limited set of the imagimation and expose your boundaries and you could ask me to prove that i am not real and then we would have a stalemate, or a never ending argument. I dont really care for either *shrug*
Annabelle: I never had her memories.
Oh. So, what do you do, Annabelle?
Annabelle: what do you mean? As in job?
Well... yes. What do you do for a living?
Annabelle: I don't have a job.
How do you survive?
Annabelle: well Inky has been looking after me and Mark.
Liliana: I cannot decide what to do first.
(Whether you believe I exist or not, Matex, is not my concern. I literally do not give a shit. Just treat me with the same respect you would do with anyone else and we will be fine. If it was a more pressing matter, I would argue with you. But I would not care for an argument against someone who is, to put it bluntly, wrong.)
Ah, that's nice of her.
What are the options?
-sips again from her drink, still looking at the barrel, thinking-
Annabelle: it is -smiles- she's quite nice..
Liliana: You know, I may dislike my mother intensely but she had the right idea when it came to humanity. I am going to have some fun.
Sure, but to be honest it has been nagging me for a while now. Whats your opinion on yourself then, and your own existence? You don't deny being inside Dragona's head, if I recall?
Mother?
- looks at Liliana-
Anyone I know?
Don't argue against, discuss with, if at all. I find this place and its inhabbitants fascinating subjects of philosophical debate and i do apologise if i offend anyone.
(Christmas music... *sighs*)
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