I'm too lazy to figure out if the VM or PM came first, so I'll respond here, lawl. I agree. It's about that kind of stuff, but I'd like it to be...
I can't wait for this chapter. ;__; HURRY, MAKA. My soul can't take much more of this wait. xD You're so good at this.
I think I will draw a picture of this.
Thanks. Lawl.
Have tons of fun, take lots of pictures, you'll be missed. :]
Going to read and comment now, xD I think I've asked this before, but where do you work? O: Also, I'm so sorry about the RP Idol thing. ;n;
Alright, I should have it done shortly. How are you?
Make sure to post in RP Idol today. Last day for this challenge, and you're disqualified if you don't post.
I was spazzing about it working the other day. >: In the RP Arena, at least. When I've edited/moved posts, it's sent out PMs accordingly.
*Dislike* Ahem. Good job. <3 You already know the rest of my comments. Lovin' the new camera.
Name; Spoiler Vertical; Spoiler Let me know if you'd like anything changed. c:
In that case, I shall join it. <:
Would you like the same picture as your appearance to be used for your graphic in the RP? <:
Silence on phone. Hung up. Call back?
Thanks for the invite. xD I want to, I've been lurking in it and everything, but I'm not sure when I'll get around to the form...So that worries...
H-How dare he... I have no feelings or attachment to this asshole; but the fact that he totally--no--he completely rejects my efforts at even attempting to get along just makes me want to throw something. How could he? Does he think he's superior to me? What a freak. In the end, he just walks outside to sit on a swing. That could be more interesting than getting to know me? His wife? Ugh! Arrrrrgh! I take up on that original desire, picking up a fruit bowl from the center of the coffee table in front of me and throwing it into the screen door leading outside. He can see my glare clearly now, from the newly ripped black material separating the living room from the outside. I hate you. Part of me--A small, shimmering, still-innocent part of my heart wishes he would suddenly stand up and come inside and try to befriend me--or something. A part of me wishes he would prove me wrong and end up being my knight in shining armor. I've never been one to fall into the damsel role, but that's just made it harder and harder for me to be saved. But screw it. Screw it, screw it, screw it. I already know he's no different from the rest of them, now. He wants nothing to do with me and he makes that beyond painfully obvious with his lack of communication, effort, and obvious interest. I almost think I'll cry. But then I remember. I don't care. I vowed not to. I don't care what he thinks, or what anyone else thinks. I am sane. I don't need this marriage to work out, anyway. But then I feel like crying again, and wonder if that's true, or if I really am crazy, and I really wished he liked me. I really wish he liked me. After another outburst and near scream, Alyssa shot one last glare out to the fire-haired boy on the swing set, blinking any trace of tears away and storming off. She dragged her bag with her, messing up the rugs previously neatly placed on the hardwood floors, lodging them into door ways and making scuffles and marks on the shiny surface beneath her. She didn't even bother reaching for the doorknob of the bedroom, kicking it open instead. (Luckily for the both of them, the door was cracked open.) This place really was lovely. It wasn't the biggest home, but it was modern and traditional all at once. Nothing looked out of place, or beaten up. It was fresh. The bedroom especially. A huge King-sized bed in the middle, against the far wall; a small marble balcony to the opposite of the closet door Alyssa made her way to. She ripped it open, making sure the knob crashed into the wall with her actions for dramatics (she was throwing a tantrum, really) and throwing her bag inside and groaning, dropping to her knees to unzip the suitcase. The back of her wrist lifted, wiping her eyes again, a scowl on her face as she ripped clothes and other things that were meaningless to her now from it, watching in awe as even more tears fell from those dark, round orbs. She was trembling, an icy lump in the middle of her throat, making her choke and gasp gently when the tears just kept coming. She leaned further into her suitcase, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. They came like waves, threatening to push, pull and lure her out of her composure and into the deep, frozen feelings within. Threatening to drown her.
You have a talent for this, Sex--Saxi. (Dear lord.) With a bit more time and practice, you'll be even more super-mega-awesome than you already are. My very favorite out of these is the watermelon one. Very cute, and the colors are perfect. Made me hungry, though. As Makaze stated, text placement could use a bit of work, but that takes a lot of practice, and correct picking of font. xD Either way, very good job. :'3
Sleep elsewhere. When I was in LA, there was a GIANT spider that we found on the floor in the bathroom. And it scurried into our room. I was so scared, I was up until 4am, then I slept on the couch.
Bushy is very nice. I don't think he meant for it to come off as blunt as it did. I read it and was like, "Oh shiz, he's mad?" But nah, I don't...
You can leave it. It doesn't matter if you have a balcony too, you just won't enter the 'other world' from there. (:
