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4 yrs ago
Death Note.
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4 yrs ago
After a painfully long hiatus...I'm finally back, and hoping to write + meet people again.
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6 yrs ago
Time to go on semi-hiatus. I'll reply once in a while when I can find the motivation, but until then, I need a break.
7 yrs ago
When you finally stand up for yourself but you stutter. Feels bad man.
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8 yrs ago
writing helps with my depression but when I'm depressed I don't have the motivation to write.
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Thank you Siaya Dragalorn for creating the banner/header!


Hey, welcome to my profile. I've been writing since I was a kid, and it's something I'm very passionate about. I'm not sure what else to put here, but don't hesitate to reach out if you think we'd hit it off. BTW, I'm an adult, so I would prefer to write with people closer to my age.


Seeking: Not...sure...
Limits: Romance-wise, nothing explicit. But I'm pretty lenient for everything else (within reason).
Reply status as of 1/13/24: Getting back to a decent pace.

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"Mary Poppins." Ghent tilted his head back, only to be hit in the eye with an ill-timed raindrop. "She's basically the world's best babysitter, and she's got a magic bag just like yours."
The statement was completely contradicting to his further claims, so Ghent rubbed at his eye and elaborated before Elayra pointed it out, which he was certain she would. "She isn't real, though. Cause, as you well know," he cleared his throat, preparing to repeat the phrase he hadn't tired of: "Magic doesn't exist here."
The news regarding the bag being rare was disappointing -- couldn't Wonderland have a magic item shop or something? -- but it gave Ghent room to complain, so that was just as good.
"Well, I wish *you* would've cast a hex on my backpack. I had to leave all my prized possessions behind!" He sighed at the inconvenience, all while wondering how many other snacks he may have stored if this had been done beforehand. If coffee was hard to come by in Wonderland, Ghent had a feeling sweets and anything worthwhile were nonexistent.
Since Elayra was good enough to extend the magical shield his way, Ghent smiled his thanks and put a larger distance between them. He didn't want to invade her space any more than necessary, and he didn't want to be in range of another punch, should he rile her again.
"Hangry. You're angry because you're hungry." Ghent looked at her for her reaction, convinced that he was right. "After you eat, you'll see the world in a new light! You'll realize how charming I am."
“So, people here have managed to discover and bottle the ‘taste of a rainbow,’ yet don’t have magic?”
"Yup. Here on Earth, we've got our priorities in order." Ghent wasn't paying attention to his surroundings anymore, he was too busy sorting through a handful of candy. Once he'd gotten his favorite flavors together, he dumped the candy into his mouth, close to laughing when he saw Elayra's less-than-amused expression.
"It really bugs you that we're this advanced without the use of magic, doesn't it?" He smirked at her with an air of arrogance, painfully oblivious to the station wagon creeping along after them.
"Most of what we've got, we owe to science. Magic's cool and all, but Wonderland sounds primitive in comparison. You guys need some serious upgrades." He frowned, reconsidering his choice of words. "Or, we do. I keep forgetting that I'm one of you." This hadn't yet sunk it, and Ghent wondered if it ever would. He'd lived his life on Earth, and he wasn't sure if he could (or should) accept this change of title.
The two teenagers were close to rounding the corner when Ghent accepted the pack, dumbfounded by her refusal.
"Seriously?" He opened his mouth to ask who in their right mind turned down candy, but he stopped, catching sight of a rather disturbing image in the reflection of the shop window.
A few feet away, a familiar, beat up station wagon rolled to a slow stop. What the heck? Ghent stared at the reflection, his heart beating faster when he realized that Miles had been following them for who-knew how long.
"Drop the shield," he whispered urgently, although by now he knew it was too late. A low rumble of thunder sounded, and the rain chose that moment to fall heavier than it had been. Ghent hoped that Miles would leave, but he didn't. Miles pulled up closer and rolled the window down, his hawkish eyes unblinking.
"Get in," he demanded in a growl as Ghent turned to face him, balking at the order. This wasn't an invitation, this was a threat.
"Because," Kili grew frustrated, for he felt like a child right then. "He was rude to her, Fili! And...he's not the same, he's changed. I thought that, since we're kin, he would listen to me...but..." The words trailed off, and Kili shook his head, brushing the thoughts aside. This had been a complete failure.

"I found her...but she doesn't seem the same either. She's got a lot on her mind, Fili." Kili began to worry what their godmother might think about all of this. "She was very upset. She started crying...she can't know about this."
Kili watched as Thorin left, his emotions at war. For many years, Kili had idolized Thorin; he was the only father figure he would ever truly have in his life. Right now, he wasn't sure how to feel towards him, and he wasn't sure who to believe anymore.
Saeril and Balin seemed to think that the Arkenstone would worsen his condition, but what if this was not so? What if the Arkenstone could solve all of their problems? Could she really know where it is?
The youngest was pulled from his thoughts when Fili looked his face over. "Fili," he huffed in protest as he looked away, stubborn and prideful as ever. "I didn't say anything," he responded briskly, hurt yet angered. "Nothing worth being banished for, at least..."

Turning away from his brother, Kili sighed in defeat, realizing that Fili deserved to know what had taken place. Thorin's condition concerned him too. "I told him that the Arkenstone has made him like this...and he accused Delva of turning me against him. But that's not true." Kili thought back to their godmother, troubled by the memory of her flying into the mirror, and the tears afterwards.
"Sometimes I wish we'd never come here, Fili. Things were better back home...everyone was happier."
The question shocked Kili. Thorin was awaiting an answer, but the thought had never occurred to the youngest. If Saeril had the Arkenstone, would she have told him? He wanted to believe that she could confide in him, but he also knew that there was plenty he did not know about his godmother. She was still a mystery, even despite their bond.
"I..." Kili began to answer when Dwalin showed up, and he fell silent almost immediately, unwilling to discuss this in front of him.

Thorin turned towards Dwalin, annoyed by the interruption until he heard his reasoning for coming. "I will handle this," he mumbled darkly, already defensive when he thought about Bard coming. The wall of stone had been put there for a reason -- why had he come now? To address what had happened in Laketown? None of that could be helped now. Unless...he wanted the gold. Without so much as acknowledging his nephews, Thorin brushed past them, already planning what he would say to Bard. They had clashed in the past, and they would once again.
Ah! Thank you for that. Wow...I'd completely forgotten about both those scenes. Pretty crazy...poor Dwalin.

If you'd like to, that'd be awesome. :) Also, I like that idea. I suppose either way would work, did you have a preference for when she hands them over?
Aw, thank you! I'm delighted that you know what it's from!
I love those two, they're so adorable. I found the show on Netflix and was hooked...I will no doubt have to bring this up in our PM discussion. And I totally need that pin!!

Sure thing! Unless, of course, you had an idea or suggestion for the distraction. If you do, let me know! It not, that's totally fine too. It'll probably happen (or start to happen) in this post or the next.

Oh! The Cheshire cat! I'd completely forgotten, but yes. He was wonderful. I liked how Carroll described the grin being the last visible thing about him.
I haven't gotten much further in Through the Looking Glass, either. I listened to chapter one again, and...that's about it. Heh. Haven't gotten much of a chance to listen lately.

I watched the Tim Burton one once, but I don't recall my feelings about it. It was so many years ago...I'll see if I can rent it from the library.
I was surprised to see that they put the second one on Netflix. Heck, I don't remember them even making a second one! Because of our RP, I feel compelled to watch it. I tried to talk my sister into watching it, but she was adamant against it. I'm pretty sure she's afraid of his movies. Did you ever see it?
Hey, that's cool that you're using the name! It's unique and fun to say aloud. :D

Yikes. Okay, I just looked back and...wow. You're completely right. Why the heck didn't I realize I was doing that?! Gah. Sorry about that! Makes me cringe, wondering how many times I've done that... thank you for bringing it to my attention -- it won't happen again!

...I'm starting to crave cake as well. Darn it.
Sure thing. I am having trouble finding the scene so I'm not sure what dialog to put...? Unless you want me to make it up? x.x; Sorry, it's sort of difficult writing for this movie since I remember very little of it.
Looks adorable! I'll check if our library has it for sure!

Love the distraction idea. If I were ever in a movie, I'd be the one responsible for distractions. I'd also be the first to die.
Ghent's explanation was shoddy, and Elayra's attire/weaponry was out of the ordinary, so that might explain Miles' suspicion, and why he'd choose to follow them. He craves world jumping even more than he craves a pack of cigarettes. xD

Not a bad idea! I could ask around...I know my grandma could benefit from a garage sale...or her house could, that is.
Your iPod failed you too, huh? About a year ago my iPod's home button screen got stuck, which resulted in me having to buy a new one. *sigh* Those things aren't cheap. My sister is having problems with hers now, too...so I'm beginning to wonder if these are the last Apple products that will grace our home. Glad you could find one on Craigslist! Heh, yeah. I'm kind of a chicken. I've heard my share of bad stories about the place (no thanks to my grandmother) but I imagine it'd be safe if the meetup place was in a public area.

I finished it as well! I did enjoy it, and all the while I was thinking about our role play. When it came to them painting the roses red, I couldn't help but imagine the red paint was actually the blood of the beheaded victims. Nice thought to have, eh?
What were your thoughts on it? Any favorite/least favorite parts? My favorite chapter was chapter 7, A Mad Tea-Party. It was the most interesting to me and I was very amused by the trio at the table. That poor mouse just wanted to sleep!
My least favorite chapters were probably 9 and 10, with the Mock Turtle...in my opinion, it felt very slow and repetitive.
Haha, I've had my share of Disney movies that annoy me, too. I probably haven't watched the Disney version in over a decade, but it was one of the few VHS tapes we had when I was a kid, so I watched it a lot and it feels very fresh in my memory.
Like you, I started Through the Looking Glass but had to start over midway through chapter 1. I gave them a chance, but the voice actors weren't doing a very good job. I'll listen to a different upload tonight.
Ghent kept his distance. For the most part, he was unfamiliar with the opposite gender, but he did know that females tended to be particular and overprotective when it came to their belongings. Elayra may have been different from the girls at school, but she was a still a girl. Ghent didn't want to give her yet another reason to be angry with him.
Wrapping the drawstring of his hoodie around his finger, Ghent surveyed the street, another attempt to appear alert, when in reality he was beginning to think about coffee again. Coffee cake, to be precise. Cake of any flavor would have been welcomed now, he'd skipped breakfast, and he was beginning to suspect that Elayra had too, unless she'd packed some food along.
Before he'd a chance to further daydream about dessert, Ghent noticed that Elayra was removing her weapons, placing them into the pack. That isn't going to work. Ghent scoffed to himself, tempted to say so out loud, but he decided she would find out without his help. Amazingly, both weapons fit, stashed away as if they never existed in the first place.
"No way! Where'd you get the Mary Poppins bag?" Forgetting his former decision to hang back, Ghent approached, invading her personal space just to get a better look. One would think that magical bolts and demonic creatures would have prepared him for this, but it hadn't. This seemed to impress him the most of all.
"That's sick! Does it weigh much? I'll have to get one of those," he looked on with wonder, envying the fact that the pack was not his own. Somehow, his means of luggage didn't seem quite as exciting anymore.
"Well, I'd be happier if it stopped raining," Ghent answered her question, choosing to ignore her angered tone. "And I'd be happier with some food! You didn't eat today, did you?" He started walking again, keeping as close to her as he dared in order to reap the benefits of the rain shield.
"Want to know what I think?" Ghent dug through his backpack, resulting in a few clings of cans and crinkling of wrappers. "I think you're hangry," he diagnosed the blonde, prattling on as they made their way down the sidewalk. "That's why you're angrier at me than usual. Luckily for you, I came prepared."
While packing, Ghent thought with his stomach rather than his head. The backpack contained a ridiculous amount of junk food; so much that he'd had to sacrifice a few articles of clothing in order to fit them all.
"Here you go. Taste the rainbow," he tore open a bag of Skittles, passed it to her, then did the same for himself. "So...if you're wondering what a gun is, it's shaped like this," he freed one hand, mimicking the shape best he could with his palm and fingers. "It shoots bullets. They sorta look like these, I guess," he referred to the candy, chewing thoughtfully as he narrowly dodged a puddle. "Bet a Shadowmire wouldn't last long with a bullet in it."
Ghent was so busy talking, that he didn't notice the beat up Station Wagon turning onto their street from behind. The vehicle was moving at a slow crawl, the driver slouched, with bloodshot eyes ever watchful.
Kili could scarcely believe it when Thorin began to accuse Saeril again. This couldn't have been farther from the truth; she had only tried to warn them about the dragon sickness. Thorin's behavior was unlike him, and Kili began to wonder if the Arkenstone would fix the problem. Saeril had cautioned against this too, however. If Thorin did not have the Arkenstone, he would go mad searching for it. If he had the Arkenstone...would that quench his desire for power, or would he seek more of it?
Kili allowed his brother to pull away, relieved that he'd chosen not to fight. Fili was wording things better than he would have, he was always so sensible and levelheaded. The mention of their mother was a wise move; Thorin was snapped out of his rage long enough to see a bit of sense.

The king stared at Fili as he spoke, and for a moment, it was as if he did not recognize the blond before him. Slowly, the words sought their way into his rattled mind, and he looked towards Kili, shocked to see the bruise on his face. Dis would have been outraged. The thought of his sister was enough to silence him, a heavy pause lasting a short about of time.
"We must continue searching," Thorin's voice was weighed, heavy from loss of sleep, and possibly even guilt. This only lasted so long before he seemed angry again; he was completely unpredictable, and that was what made him so dangerous. "Tell me the truth, both of you. Does she know where the Arkenstone is?"
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