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This is my spooky Halloween babe :D
Everyone so far has been added :)
Everyone so far has been added :)
Doing Camp Nano this July! If you see me on here please tell me to get my brain back to writing :)
Aahhhh yay!! More Halloween fun!
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Aoh is probably my spookiest boy, but the girl in my icon at the moment is a close second for sure. :)
Aahhhh yay!! More Halloween fun!
Aoh is probably my spookiest boy, but the girl in my icon at the moment is a close second for sure. :)
Aoh is probably my spookiest boy, but the girl in my icon at the moment is a close second for sure. :)
THE PLAGUE FLIGHT IS DOMINATING!
(Disclaimer: while this story really did happen to me, some details were rewritten for a more compelling narrative. The main parts occurred as told, but most of the conversations about it happened with wide gaps between them, and had to be condensed to not write “many weeks later” 4 times)
Imagine you're 12, and living in an apartment with your family. All of you are animal lovers, so you end up with two cats and two dogs. The animals get along just fine, as far as small furry balls go, so during the day they're all allowed to go where they please except for the bedrooms. During the night though, the cats get booted to their bed in the balcony and the dogs are locked in the laundry room. Can't exactly let them roam free in the living room or they'll make a mess and your mother will start yelling at you to clean it. The zone you live in has okay weather all year round, so besides being confined, the pets take it well. Even the cats, who are usually nocturnal, don't tend to make much noise because they can entertain themselves well enough. Plus, the balcony is far away enough from your room that they don't usually wake you up even if they do.
So, being a horror nerd, one day you decide to rewatch The Mummy. You're a grown-up kid who's not scared by some horror movies full of actors and special effects. Heck, the first time you and your friends watched The Ring, you all played a prank on your younger sister by calling her, croaking "Seven days", and hanging up the phone (it only lasted three days because she got so scared your mother told her it was you). So you have fun watching fake people get fake dehydrated and walking skeletons fighting each other, and then it's time to go to bed. You have dinner, sneaking a bit of meat to the dogs, and then you lock up the pets and go to sleep.
You wake up in the middle of the night. At first you're too groggy to notice, but then you hear the cats. They keep meowing and scratching the door, as if they were trying to get in. They don't usually do this, but you live in the sixth floor, so it isn't as if anything could have climbed up the balcony to get them. You remember that in The Mummy cats were portrayed as being the guardians of the underworld, so you jokingly think they might be trying to get a ghost and go back to sleep. They're probably just cats being cats.
Next day begins like any other. That is, until your mother goes to free the dogs and you hear her swearing. Curious, you make your way to the laundry room, dogs sprinting out from the door to stretch their legs and beg for breakfast. The washing machine, the stereotypical real big real heavy rectangle that at that time was almost as tall as you, was right in the middle of the room, taking up all the space.
“Who the hell moved this?” Your mom asked, not really expecting an answer. Since your father didn’t live with you, she was the Strong Real Adult, and even she needed help to move that thing a few centimeters, never mind an entire meter away from the wall.
“Dogs?” You ask, looking back at the only witnesses. The two of them were small breeds that couldn’t reach your waist unless they stood in their hind legs, though; them moving the washing machine would be almost as impossible as watching TV all afternoon without someone interrupting.
Your mom seems to think the same, so she resigned herself to just call whichever service was in charge of looking at electronics while you went to free the cats. They were quiet now, and acting as cats usually do, sauntering past you as soon as the glass door was open to climb the bookcase and judge everyone from their high perch.
You don’t really think about it until you overhear your mom demanding the washing machine be repaired as the poor guy who came over tried to explain that he had taken a look and nothing was wrong at all. “Probably the vibrations,” he said, even as your mom insisted it hadn’t been on. You remember the cats’ meowing, and wonder for a moment why they had been the only ones making noise. If the washing machine had suddenly started vibrating and moving, wouldn’t the dogs have barked too? The room was small enough that they had to have noticed one of the machines pushing them around to the edges.
Maybe, if you had been older, you wouldn’t have dismissed it so easily. Maybe, after countless more horror films, you would have started wondering why the machine never moved again in the following years that passed before you all moved away from the apartment. Maybe this story would have another ending if you had been savvy enough, or curious enough, to check the wall. To try to see if it truly looked intact, or if there was a loose tile with something hiding behind it, something that someone only cats could detect would want to get to, or get out of.
But hey, if you knew you were going to be a part of a supernatural event, wouldn’t you rather be in the prologue instead of in the main plot, too?
Imagine you're 12, and living in an apartment with your family. All of you are animal lovers, so you end up with two cats and two dogs. The animals get along just fine, as far as small furry balls go, so during the day they're all allowed to go where they please except for the bedrooms. During the night though, the cats get booted to their bed in the balcony and the dogs are locked in the laundry room. Can't exactly let them roam free in the living room or they'll make a mess and your mother will start yelling at you to clean it. The zone you live in has okay weather all year round, so besides being confined, the pets take it well. Even the cats, who are usually nocturnal, don't tend to make much noise because they can entertain themselves well enough. Plus, the balcony is far away enough from your room that they don't usually wake you up even if they do.
So, being a horror nerd, one day you decide to rewatch The Mummy. You're a grown-up kid who's not scared by some horror movies full of actors and special effects. Heck, the first time you and your friends watched The Ring, you all played a prank on your younger sister by calling her, croaking "Seven days", and hanging up the phone (it only lasted three days because she got so scared your mother told her it was you). So you have fun watching fake people get fake dehydrated and walking skeletons fighting each other, and then it's time to go to bed. You have dinner, sneaking a bit of meat to the dogs, and then you lock up the pets and go to sleep.
You wake up in the middle of the night. At first you're too groggy to notice, but then you hear the cats. They keep meowing and scratching the door, as if they were trying to get in. They don't usually do this, but you live in the sixth floor, so it isn't as if anything could have climbed up the balcony to get them. You remember that in The Mummy cats were portrayed as being the guardians of the underworld, so you jokingly think they might be trying to get a ghost and go back to sleep. They're probably just cats being cats.
Next day begins like any other. That is, until your mother goes to free the dogs and you hear her swearing. Curious, you make your way to the laundry room, dogs sprinting out from the door to stretch their legs and beg for breakfast. The washing machine, the stereotypical real big real heavy rectangle that at that time was almost as tall as you, was right in the middle of the room, taking up all the space.
“Who the hell moved this?” Your mom asked, not really expecting an answer. Since your father didn’t live with you, she was the Strong Real Adult, and even she needed help to move that thing a few centimeters, never mind an entire meter away from the wall.
“Dogs?” You ask, looking back at the only witnesses. The two of them were small breeds that couldn’t reach your waist unless they stood in their hind legs, though; them moving the washing machine would be almost as impossible as watching TV all afternoon without someone interrupting.
Your mom seems to think the same, so she resigned herself to just call whichever service was in charge of looking at electronics while you went to free the cats. They were quiet now, and acting as cats usually do, sauntering past you as soon as the glass door was open to climb the bookcase and judge everyone from their high perch.
You don’t really think about it until you overhear your mom demanding the washing machine be repaired as the poor guy who came over tried to explain that he had taken a look and nothing was wrong at all. “Probably the vibrations,” he said, even as your mom insisted it hadn’t been on. You remember the cats’ meowing, and wonder for a moment why they had been the only ones making noise. If the washing machine had suddenly started vibrating and moving, wouldn’t the dogs have barked too? The room was small enough that they had to have noticed one of the machines pushing them around to the edges.
Maybe, if you had been older, you wouldn’t have dismissed it so easily. Maybe, after countless more horror films, you would have started wondering why the machine never moved again in the following years that passed before you all moved away from the apartment. Maybe this story would have another ending if you had been savvy enough, or curious enough, to check the wall. To try to see if it truly looked intact, or if there was a loose tile with something hiding behind it, something that someone only cats could detect would want to get to, or get out of.
But hey, if you knew you were going to be a part of a supernatural event, wouldn’t you rather be in the prologue instead of in the main plot, too?
(Disclaimer: while this story really did happen to me, some details were rewritten for a more compelling narrative. The main parts occurred as told, but most of the conversations about it happened with wide gaps between them, and had to be condensed to not write “many weeks later” 4 times)
Imagine you're 12, and living in an apartment with your family. All of you are animal lovers, so you end up with two cats and two dogs. The animals get along just fine, as far as small furry balls go, so during the day they're all allowed to go where they please except for the bedrooms. During the night though, the cats get booted to their bed in the balcony and the dogs are locked in the laundry room. Can't exactly let them roam free in the living room or they'll make a mess and your mother will start yelling at you to clean it. The zone you live in has okay weather all year round, so besides being confined, the pets take it well. Even the cats, who are usually nocturnal, don't tend to make much noise because they can entertain themselves well enough. Plus, the balcony is far away enough from your room that they don't usually wake you up even if they do.
So, being a horror nerd, one day you decide to rewatch The Mummy. You're a grown-up kid who's not scared by some horror movies full of actors and special effects. Heck, the first time you and your friends watched The Ring, you all played a prank on your younger sister by calling her, croaking "Seven days", and hanging up the phone (it only lasted three days because she got so scared your mother told her it was you). So you have fun watching fake people get fake dehydrated and walking skeletons fighting each other, and then it's time to go to bed. You have dinner, sneaking a bit of meat to the dogs, and then you lock up the pets and go to sleep.
You wake up in the middle of the night. At first you're too groggy to notice, but then you hear the cats. They keep meowing and scratching the door, as if they were trying to get in. They don't usually do this, but you live in the sixth floor, so it isn't as if anything could have climbed up the balcony to get them. You remember that in The Mummy cats were portrayed as being the guardians of the underworld, so you jokingly think they might be trying to get a ghost and go back to sleep. They're probably just cats being cats.
Next day begins like any other. That is, until your mother goes to free the dogs and you hear her swearing. Curious, you make your way to the laundry room, dogs sprinting out from the door to stretch their legs and beg for breakfast. The washing machine, the stereotypical real big real heavy rectangle that at that time was almost as tall as you, was right in the middle of the room, taking up all the space.
“Who the hell moved this?” Your mom asked, not really expecting an answer. Since your father didn’t live with you, she was the Strong Real Adult, and even she needed help to move that thing a few centimeters, never mind an entire meter away from the wall.
“Dogs?” You ask, looking back at the only witnesses. The two of them were small breeds that couldn’t reach your waist unless they stood in their hind legs, though; them moving the washing machine would be almost as impossible as watching TV all afternoon without someone interrupting.
Your mom seems to think the same, so she resigned herself to just call whichever service was in charge of looking at electronics while you went to free the cats. They were quiet now, and acting as cats usually do, sauntering past you as soon as the glass door was open to climb the bookcase and judge everyone from their high perch.
You don’t really think about it until you overhear your mom demanding the washing machine be repaired as the poor guy who came over tried to explain that he had taken a look and nothing was wrong at all. “Probably the vibrations,” he said, even as your mom insisted it hadn’t been on. You remember the cats’ meowing, and wonder for a moment why they had been the only ones making noise. If the washing machine had suddenly started vibrating and moving, wouldn’t the dogs have barked too? The room was small enough that they had to have noticed one of the machines pushing them around to the edges.
Maybe, if you had been older, you wouldn’t have dismissed it so easily. Maybe, after countless more horror films, you would have started wondering why the machine never moved again in the following years that passed before you all moved away from the apartment. Maybe this story would have another ending if you had been savvy enough, or curious enough, to check the wall. To try to see if it truly looked intact, or if there was a loose tile with something hiding behind it, something that someone only cats could detect would want to get to, or get out of.
But hey, if you knew you were going to be a part of a supernatural event, wouldn’t you rather be in the prologue instead of in the main plot, too?
Imagine you're 12, and living in an apartment with your family. All of you are animal lovers, so you end up with two cats and two dogs. The animals get along just fine, as far as small furry balls go, so during the day they're all allowed to go where they please except for the bedrooms. During the night though, the cats get booted to their bed in the balcony and the dogs are locked in the laundry room. Can't exactly let them roam free in the living room or they'll make a mess and your mother will start yelling at you to clean it. The zone you live in has okay weather all year round, so besides being confined, the pets take it well. Even the cats, who are usually nocturnal, don't tend to make much noise because they can entertain themselves well enough. Plus, the balcony is far away enough from your room that they don't usually wake you up even if they do.
So, being a horror nerd, one day you decide to rewatch The Mummy. You're a grown-up kid who's not scared by some horror movies full of actors and special effects. Heck, the first time you and your friends watched The Ring, you all played a prank on your younger sister by calling her, croaking "Seven days", and hanging up the phone (it only lasted three days because she got so scared your mother told her it was you). So you have fun watching fake people get fake dehydrated and walking skeletons fighting each other, and then it's time to go to bed. You have dinner, sneaking a bit of meat to the dogs, and then you lock up the pets and go to sleep.
You wake up in the middle of the night. At first you're too groggy to notice, but then you hear the cats. They keep meowing and scratching the door, as if they were trying to get in. They don't usually do this, but you live in the sixth floor, so it isn't as if anything could have climbed up the balcony to get them. You remember that in The Mummy cats were portrayed as being the guardians of the underworld, so you jokingly think they might be trying to get a ghost and go back to sleep. They're probably just cats being cats.
Next day begins like any other. That is, until your mother goes to free the dogs and you hear her swearing. Curious, you make your way to the laundry room, dogs sprinting out from the door to stretch their legs and beg for breakfast. The washing machine, the stereotypical real big real heavy rectangle that at that time was almost as tall as you, was right in the middle of the room, taking up all the space.
“Who the hell moved this?” Your mom asked, not really expecting an answer. Since your father didn’t live with you, she was the Strong Real Adult, and even she needed help to move that thing a few centimeters, never mind an entire meter away from the wall.
“Dogs?” You ask, looking back at the only witnesses. The two of them were small breeds that couldn’t reach your waist unless they stood in their hind legs, though; them moving the washing machine would be almost as impossible as watching TV all afternoon without someone interrupting.
Your mom seems to think the same, so she resigned herself to just call whichever service was in charge of looking at electronics while you went to free the cats. They were quiet now, and acting as cats usually do, sauntering past you as soon as the glass door was open to climb the bookcase and judge everyone from their high perch.
You don’t really think about it until you overhear your mom demanding the washing machine be repaired as the poor guy who came over tried to explain that he had taken a look and nothing was wrong at all. “Probably the vibrations,” he said, even as your mom insisted it hadn’t been on. You remember the cats’ meowing, and wonder for a moment why they had been the only ones making noise. If the washing machine had suddenly started vibrating and moving, wouldn’t the dogs have barked too? The room was small enough that they had to have noticed one of the machines pushing them around to the edges.
Maybe, if you had been older, you wouldn’t have dismissed it so easily. Maybe, after countless more horror films, you would have started wondering why the machine never moved again in the following years that passed before you all moved away from the apartment. Maybe this story would have another ending if you had been savvy enough, or curious enough, to check the wall. To try to see if it truly looked intact, or if there was a loose tile with something hiding behind it, something that someone only cats could detect would want to get to, or get out of.
But hey, if you knew you were going to be a part of a supernatural event, wouldn’t you rather be in the prologue instead of in the main plot, too?
The two parts of life, the beginning and the end
The two sides of a story, the sun and the rain
The two courses of life, the right and the wrong
The only end for a story forgotten long ago
My wings are broken, you can fly
Don't you see, this is you and I
The two sides of a story, the sun and the rain
The two courses of life, the right and the wrong
The only end for a story forgotten long ago
My wings are broken, you can fly
Don't you see, this is you and I
[center][/center]My spookiest derg is this boyyo
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new prize update! [item=tertiary gene: ghost]
new prize update!
Doing Camp Nano this July! If you see me on here please tell me to get my brain back to writing :)
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Doing Camp Nano this July! If you see me on here please tell me to get my brain back to writing :)
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Doing Camp Nano this July! If you see me on here please tell me to get my brain back to writing :)
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Shes my Spooky Beauty!!!
~ Something thats happened to me on Halloween...... Ummmm sooo when my friends and i were leaving a friends house to trick or treating... some other people we knew came to trick or treat. And i ASKED THEM!!!! Trick or treat..... ACK EMBARRASSMENT!
~ THIS YEAR!!!! ME AND MY FRIENDS ARE BEING WINNIE THE POOH SQUAD!!!! I AM SO FRICKIN EXCITED!!! AHHHHH~~~~~
~ Ok ok sooo this isn't excatly Halloween themed, but i HAVE to share. Imma being doing my first project in FR...
TO CREATE MY DREAM DRAGON!!
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Shes my Spooky Beauty!!!
~ Something thats happened to me on Halloween...... Ummmm sooo when my friends and i were leaving a friends house to trick or treating... some other people we knew came to trick or treat. And i ASKED THEM!!!! Trick or treat..... ACK EMBARRASSMENT!
~ THIS YEAR!!!! ME AND MY FRIENDS ARE BEING WINNIE THE POOH SQUAD!!!! I AM SO FRICKIN EXCITED!!! AHHHHH~~~~~
~ Ok ok sooo this isn't excatly Halloween themed, but i HAVE to share. Imma being doing my first project in FR...
TO CREATE MY DREAM DRAGON!!
my lovely ladies are the scariest in my clan!!
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[/url] Spoop 3 is a witch from a dictating clan coming to the Loop(my lair) to offer her hexes and spells to all how dares enter her tower.
my lovely ladies are the scariest in my clan!!
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Spoop 2 is a puppet who's occupation is Alchemy, she now lives in the dark and eroded tower on the edge of the Loop.
Spoop 3 is a witch from a dictating clan coming to the Loop(my lair) to offer her hexes and spells to all how dares enter her tower.
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spoop 1
Spoop 2 is a puppet who's occupation is Alchemy, she now lives in the dark and eroded tower on the edge of the Loop.
Spoop 3 is a witch from a dictating clan coming to the Loop(my lair) to offer her hexes and spells to all how dares enter her tower.
