(Okay, time to get off my ass and actually post this)
I’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award by this kind blog! (I’m sorry, I don’t know how to refer to you)
So here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Share the award on your blog
3. Share seven random facts about yourself
4. Tag 10 bloggers with less than 1000 followers and let them know they have been nominated
Anyway, random facts:
- I like to do lots of things, but I’m terrible at all those things.
- I tend to read a lot.
- There are a lot of stuffed animals in my room
- Pizza seems to really be a food obsession for me right now (just a particular type of pizza from a particular place, though)
- I don’t do well in warm temperatures (If the temp’s even slightly above normal, I tend to start sweating like crazy)
- Christmas is my all time favorite holiday, since I start obsessing over it as early as June
- I tend to sleep a lot (it’s all I ever want to do anymore, usually)
Chains of Lyra
Fey of Life
Livin A Simmin Life
Ashes To Ashes
The Thoreau Legacy
Sweet Nightingale (I sense good potential with this one, even though there’s only one post thus far)
(I know it’s only eight, but those are all the ones I can think of at this point)
(I love using this image)
Anyway, a big thank you to all who managed to slog through this dreck.
Check back here later on (could be a couple of days, could be not for weeks) to see what else I might be cooking up. (I already have a few projects in mind!)
Maybe you’ll get to see more of Sinbad and Shark down the road? Who knows. (because I sure as fuck don’t)
-three weeks later-
“Puppy, get back here! Those are for the reception!” Dennis chased Sagebear down the hall, dressed in his leather vest and bandana ensemble like he had for his own wedding.
Sagebear herself was dressed in her very own dog tuxedo, carrying a package of raw steaks between her teeth. She waddled down past a corner, into one of the doors on the other side.
When Dennis turned said corner himself, it looked as though Sagebear disappeared into thin air.
Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
Malum continued to laugh at Annette’s apparent misfortune, beckoning the others to come closer to her.
“There’s no need to be shy, everyone!” She said to them. “I’m sure dear Annette is aching to hear your voices again!
Annette could only wait with intense dread as the group stepped forward to confront her.
It was thankfully getting to be a bit easier to inflict hits on her sister now.
Meliora unfortunately had no time to admire the sword cuts on Malum’s body, as she had to jump out of the way from a lunging attack.
By this time, Malum had become a snarling mess, with her hair flying every which way. She glared upon her sister, and began slamming her hunting knife against the floor.
(Warning! Homophobic slurs, a scene that depicts bullying, and an attempt at suicide!)
It was the inside of a boy’s bathroom that Annette was now sent to. At least, she believed that it was the boys’ room from the row of urinals she was looking at.
However, she didn’t have time to cringe at this misplaced transition. Now, Annette’s attention was turned to some teenagers laughing from the stalls. This already set off warning bells off in her head.
“I know I’m already going to regret finding out, but…” She took a few wary steps toward the source of the noise, and pushed her head through the stall door she now stood before.
A group of various teddy bears greeted Annette in the next room. Their sweet, adorable smiles almost took the edge off of what she had been doing.
Then she remembered the reason she was even in here. Annette tried to alleviate her burgeoning by picking one of the bears up, holding it close.
“Why am I not surprised?” She asked herself when she saw who the juror was this time. Continue Reading
(Warning! Brief animal cruelty and child abuse!)
A chain-link fence was the first thing Annette saw once she reached the next memory. The second thing was sawdust on the floor, seemingly freshly thrown on the ground for whatever reason.
On the other side of the fence, a group of people were crowded in front of a man behind a table. He was shouting various numbers, and writing on a chalkboard behind him.
When Annette took a more detailed look around her, she saw other people next to her, speaking in hushed whispers. Curious as to what they were talking about, she stepped closer to one of them.
(Warning! Scene that contains overdose!)
Sinbad looked menacing even in the state he was in, a presumed condition of death. His ostensibly unusable arms looked to be gripping the armrests on either side of him. His mouth was set in a stern frown. Even Annette was a bit intimidated by how he was sitting.
His appearance seemed to fit in with the rest of the room somehow. Said room was surrounded by a chain-link fence, with broken wood sticks lining up against one of the walls.
Annette remembered what the area that she was looking at was meant to emulate, and shuddered. She tried unsuccessfully to rid her mind of the image, and stepped forward. Continue Reading