Username: Saxima Age: 18 Arcana: Strength Weapon: Blade-tipped fan "My name is Saxima and in this contract, I hereby affirm that I chooseth this fate of mine own will."
Squeeze them in the eyes of this 'God' and tell him he doesn't exist, therefore making him cease to exist.
Puss in Boots ~ ♥ I like how dark they are, suits the tavern mood, to me. They look good Sumi, you've got some really nice placement on a lot of them.
This House by Edison Glass
omg COOKIIE YOU YOURE ADORABLE MARRY ME FORGET ASHWIN MARRY ME. ;~;
The term that doesn't make you sound like a total ******bag is mentally incapable.
Hands off, sweetheart, this one's mine.
There are a few signatures I have that could see a bit of improvement. Hehe. 2007, here we come.
Mmmmmph! she thought to herself, It's so boring! She couldn't remember the last time she had any fun at all . . . The guards were a bunch of jerks for not letting her do anything - so she was a little on the loopy side, big deal! So she had a habit of molesting the other girls, big deal! They could at least let her out . . . She liked fresh air every now and then, too! She was still human. Jamboree, a sort of celebration, that was her name . . . The girl could feel a lump growing in her throat, a shakey feeling in her body, she felt exhausted. Her heart thumped hard in her chest, she could feel little droplets of tears bearing at the corners of her eyes, her nose started to burn and her eyes were growing more watery. Just a few moments later, she burst out into a bawl, sobs racked her entire body. Outside, her guards looked listelessly at each other and shrugged, this was normal for guarding her cell; sometimes she laughed loudly, sometimes she threw things around, yelled, screamed at nothing, cried as if the closest thing to her heart died, normal. Jamboree was still crying, as if someone died, when her ears registered quickening steps, first one pair, then another, more, more more, they built up, stampede. Shouting began, Jamboree still cried. "New patient!" But as if her world was coming crashing down around her, the ginger-haired girl still cried. "We need heavy restraints now!" More crying . . . As she cries, she is also imagining what's going on outside, but it seems menial next to the fact that they wouldn't let her get any fresh air, which made her cry even more. The shouts, all of the hurring, it sooned turned into screaming. At it, Jamboree could feel herself calming down slightly. It was just enough for her to get off of her bed, wipe her eyes as if she were a child, and peer out of the window, little droplets of tears on the corners. She frowned, and then everything went black. She jumped slightly, but flicked up her finger, right now, she was weak, so she could only make a small flame, she looked out her window again with her little light. There was something thrashing around. In front of her face she felt a woosh of air that had followed a loud banging. Everything went still, fell silent. The lights came back on, and just in time, Jam's little flame died. The last of her tears had dried up. At her feet, the bodies of the her two guards. Their blood pooled around her bare feet, coating them in the thick, red stuff. She looked around, her reddish eyes dancing. Her door was broken. Dead bodies, all around. Blood painted on the walls. No one was stopping her. She skipped out. Where to now?
Avatar • 6/10 ~ Pretty plain, nice and simple, like the heart, maybe not so much the keys. Signature • 5/10 ~ Plain, uhhh, quoting yourself. But the second one is pretty funny.
:o Welp, looks like I've got new incentive to beat the first one. Stupid Moe and Marley, they're the only reasons I stopped playing. But, yeah, I'm pretty excited.
I still want the cherry Dr Pepper, please give it to me . . . ;~;
. . . You better give me that thing. Now. Or I will kill you. And they will never know where your body is. Please ~ ♥
You stole my typing quirk. I hope you burn in the deepest pits of hell now. lolno wb. but srs. die.
Hai Fork ~ ♥ ♥ Impressions ~ ? ♥ Tea or coffee ~ ? ♥ Do you think it was silly that I thought you a little intimidating ~ ? ♥ Will you bake me a strawberry shortcake ~ ? ♥ Strawberries or cherries ~ ? ♥ Chocolate or vanilla ~ ? ♥ Pie. How does it make you feel ~ ?
I haven't played Skyward Sword./disappoint But I really like Fi's design, even if it is based upon the Master Sword. Out of all three though, Midna is my favorite sidekick, if not for being a total tsundere, then for being super smexy in her humanoid form. Navi is annoying, I'll give you guys that, but she had Link's best interests at heart, and who could ask for a more caring sidekick?
Hopefully, I'll be able to post some time within the next two hours . . .
In all of my life, I've only ever had one best friend. She lived on the next street, which was very convenient, so we used to spend nearly every waking hour together. The reason we became best friends was because we were in the same first grade class. I was close to her as a child as I was to no other person I'd ever met, up until recently. We did things together, shared things, clothes, drinks, bathing suits, etc . . . Her house was my sanctuary when I ran away from home a few times, her parents welcomed me with open arms. I knew I always had a place to go when I had her. I confided in her, we had inside jokes that no one else would get, and it was great. I loved her, maybe even more than a friend, at one point, and it was the same for her. We argued like sisters, but it was mostly over video games and silly things like that. We would always get over them the next day or even the next hour. There was never a dull moment when we were together, and that was alright because it complemented our personalities well. I moved away in the fourth grade, but our friendship/relationship thingie was still strong, and then I came back and it was better. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, as they say, or something like that, and I agreed with this sentiment. Over the course of middle school, both of us matured out, but we were becoming very different people, I was growing tired of being girly but she loved it, she stopped playing video games, I played them even more. We were distancing to polar opposites, but we still spent a lot of our time together, which was what kept us close. Eventually, we entered high school and then that was it. We were just too different. We had none of the same classes, only shared a few mutual friends, and we hung out with different people. Our friendship had a big impact on me, and I'm glad that we shared it. I miss her, and recently, she's picked up coming to see me again, but it's . . . just not the same, y'know?
lol, that's funny.
Oh man, you guys. This is the best idea we could have ever conjured up. Great work Fork. Haciendo, I'm looking to you for more enjoyment.
