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Post by icon on May 18, 2014 22:00:32 GMT -5
CARRIE you know what we should add to Medieval MAGIC BEANS for a cow so old!?We've no reason to believe they're magic. Are we to dispel this curse through deceit!?
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Post by Avery on May 18, 2014 22:03:11 GMT -5
We've no reason to believe they're magic. Are we to dispel this curse through deceit!? *sighs* If you know what you want then you go and you find it and you get it. Do you want a child or not!?
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Post by Zylaa on May 18, 2014 22:08:58 GMT -5
We've no reason to believe they're magic. Are we to dispel this curse through deceit!? *sighs* If you know what you want then you go and you find it and you get it. Do you want a child or not!? And you give and you take, and you bid and you bargain, or you'll live to regret it.
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Post by Avery on May 18, 2014 22:18:57 GMT -5
*sighs* If you know what you want then you go and you find it and you get it. Do you want a child or not!? And you give and you take, and you bid and you bargain, or you'll live to regret it. There are rights and wrongs and in betweens, no one waits 'till fortune intervenes! ... and maybe they're really magic, who knows?
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Post by Zylaa on May 18, 2014 22:24:06 GMT -5
And you give and you take, and you bid and you bargain, or you'll live to regret it. There are rights and wrongs and in betweens, no one waits 'till fortune intervenes! ... and maybe they're really magic, who knows? Why you do what you do, that's the point, all the rest of it is chatter.
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Post by Avery on May 18, 2014 22:34:59 GMT -5
There are rights and wrongs and in betweens, no one waits 'till fortune intervenes! ... and maybe they're really magic, who knows? Why you do what you do, that's the point, all the rest of it is chatter. Medieval is gonna have as many musical references as is humanly possibly. YOU WAIT AND SEE. 8D
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Post by Coaster on May 19, 2014 0:00:01 GMT -5
*officially opens up Medieval sign-ups*
YES IT IS NOW OPEN GO SPAM CARRIE AND ICON UNTIL THEY LET YOU HAVE A ROLE! 8D
Disclaimer: this opening is not endorsed by Carrie and Icon, please don't actually spam them until it actually opens in like 2 weeks
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Post by Gelquie on May 19, 2014 0:03:00 GMT -5
Uuugh, I just want to get this assignment over with, but I lack the book and I won't get it till a MINIMUM of the day before and I don't even know if I'll get it on time and I don't want to put it off that long and ugh, I just wanna get my homework done ahead of time.
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Post by Liou on May 19, 2014 11:41:49 GMT -5
I don't know what this is. I wasn't sure where to post it. I don't even know the characters I used and they're probably super inaccurate, sorry about that. But this was growing inside my head and it had to come out somewhere.
At the dawn of time, before the sky, stars or earth were even dreamed of, there was a being, a pure, white, warm, fluffy being. He was quite content with his white, warm, fluffy world, and called himself a Weewoo.
One day, as the Weewoo was waddling majestically through the white, warm fluffiness of the fluffy, warm white world, he suddenly heard a sound that was definitely un-warm and un-fluffy. The Weewoo had come across some other primordial beings than himself before, but he had never heard any of them making such sounds. The Weewoo gazed fluffily and warmly at the sniffling creature.
"What do you call yourself, and what ails you, oh sniffly one?" said the Weewoo in his warm, fluffy voice.
"M-my name is Sp-Sparky," sobbed the being with a dramatic flip of its head-fur. "And woe is me, for I am lonely! You are lonely! We are all lonely and misunderstood!"
"Are you not happy in our warm, fluffy world?"
"What's the point if we're all alone in it? I'm so tired of the warmness and fluffiness!"
As Sparky blubbered, the Weewoo noticed his tears flowing in a steady stream and pooling around their feet. The llama's tears were so emo that they were tinted black. Suddenly, a warm, fluffy idea appeared in the Weewoo's warm, fluffy mind. He plucked one of his pure white feathers, dipped it into Sparky's tears, and began to sketch and scribble things that were neither white, nor fluffy. Soon, the Weewoo had drawn many new things and friends for Sparky, so many that the llama actually stopped crying, and there were no more tears for the Weewoo to draw with.
Five minutes later, the llama was wailing again after an argument with one of his new friends who totes did not understand his tormented soul, and the Weewoo began to draw again. This time, Sparky's tears came out in many different colors, due to all the different feels inspired by all his new frenemies. Although his primary purpose had been to soothe Sparky, the Weewoo began to feel very fond of his creations, and he actually looked forward to the next time Sparky would cry.
The Weewoo lived happily in his new world. It was not as warm or as fluffy as before, but it was pretty and colorful, and the Weewoo himself was fluffy and warm enough for everyone.
Then came a day when some of the Weewoo's creations began to fade.
"Don't look at me like that," wailed Sparky when the Weewoo asked him what was happening, "even my tears don't last forever!"
The Weewoo accepted that his beautiful drawings would fade over time. But where would they go next? The Weewoo decided to go back to one corner of the world that he had never drawn on and that was still pure, fluffy and white. There he found another primordial creature, hidden among the fluffy whiteness. It looked a lot like the Weewoo himself, except that it was partly black.
"Sparky spat at me when I gave him constructive criticism," it explained when the Weewoo asked about its strange coloration.
"I think you look fantastic the way you are," said the Weewoo warmly. "Would you happen to know what to do with my fading drawings? I'm sad that they're disappearing."
"I, Pengy, will welcome your faded creations into this here realm of fluffiness. Just like me, they are partly dark and partly light. I will sort them into areas of varying fluffiness!"
And that is how Pengy became lord of the dead.
Every time one of the Weewoo's creations faded and went on their way to Pengy, Sparky duly sobbed and blubbered in sorrow, so the Weewoo had plenty of tears to draw new creatures.
Time passed happily, and the Weewoo aged quite a bit, but remained as warm and fluffy as ever. However, he began to have more trouble finding untouched fluff to draw on. He asked a few creatures for help, but no one cared much about fluffiness anymore. The rumbles of discontent had invaded the world, and for once it wasn't even Sparky.
However, the llama, true to himself, took to Liverjournal to express his feelings on the situation. It was a very bad idea, for his awesomely well-written Liverjournal post angered many preps out there. One such prep turned out to be a very strong, voracious, and easily angered creature called an Err Bear. The Err Bear did not find that fair. The Err Bear went berserk and caused a scare. When the Weewoo asked it to beware, the Err Bear gave a glare, and just did not care. He wasn't very square.
The Err Bear was threatening to rip apart and swallow all of the poor Weewoo's poor creations. Sparky was devastated and could not lift a hoof to help. Pengy could only comfort the Weewoo and offer a good place for all the lost creatures, but the Weewoo still wished he could save his world from the Err Bear.
The Weewoo had grown old, and rarely plucked a new feather to draw or write with. When the Err Bear swallowed the moon, the Weewoo knew that something had to be done. He found one piece of untouched fluffiness and dipped his quill into Sparky's abundant tears. But what could he draw? Unfortunately, the evil genie of artist's block was hanging around the Weewoo.
In the end, with supreme effort, out of fluffy love for his world, the Weewoo managed to doodle a creature. With his warm, kind eyes, he watched it come to life and scuttle away. Even if this little guy couldn't save the world from Err, at least the Weewoo had managed to create new life before the end of time.
In the distance, the Err Bear's roars of rage suddenly turned to confusion. The Err Bear stampeded and tripped and fell into booby traps and swiped with its big paws, but it could not catch its foe. The Err Bear ran into an obstacle and the collision was so hard that the moon was knocked right out of its stomach, and its soft light bathed the world again. It lit up the Err Bear's foe, who stood on a huge anvil that was dangling right above the Bear.
The crab was holding a rope in its pincer. The Err Bear's eyes widened. It groaned, but the crab nodded happily, snapped the rope and promptly jumped off the anvil, which fell so hard on top of the Bear that it was buried far below Lord Pengy's realm.
All of the Weewoo's creatures rejoiced, danced under the moonlight and celebrated their fluffy lord. Sparky cried sparkly pink tears of joy. Meanwhile, the crab scuttled over to the Weewoo and gazed up at it, eyes full of mischief and love. "You are the hope inside the darkness", said the Weewoo, overjoyed at his marvelous creation. "You are Webster, you are unique, and only the worthy may create something as good and powerful as you." The newly-named crab winked.
With that, the Weewoo moved to his realm up in the fluffy white clouds, confident that his friends and creations could protect his world whenever the Err Bear returned.
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Post by Kristykimmy on May 19, 2014 11:56:23 GMT -5
Just got a note from the college with the schedule I need to sign up for my prep classes and the placement test.
Also, Hulu now has four undubbed, subbed episodes of Sailor Moon. I am in heaven.
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Post by Jove on May 19, 2014 13:28:32 GMT -5
Just got a note from the college with the schedule I need to sign up for my prep classes and the placement test. Also, Hulu now has four undubbed, subbed episodes of Sailor Moon. I am in heaven. :OOOO dreams do come true
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Post by Layla "Nimbus" Karimi on May 19, 2014 16:50:42 GMT -5
I don't know what this is. I wasn't sure where to post it. I don't even know the characters I used and they're probably super inaccurate, sorry about that. But this was growing inside my head and it had to come out somewhere.
At the dawn of time, before the sky, stars or earth were even dreamed of, there was a being, a pure, white, warm, fluffy being. He was quite content with his white, warm, fluffy world, and called himself a Weewoo.
One day, as the Weewoo was waddling majestically through the white, warm fluffiness of the fluffy, warm white world, he suddenly heard a sound that was definitely un-warm and un-fluffy. The Weewoo had come across some other primordial beings than himself before, but he had never heard any of them making such sounds. The Weewoo gazed fluffily and warmly at the sniffling creature.
"What do you call yourself, and what ails you, oh sniffly one?" said the Weewoo in his warm, fluffy voice.
"M-my name is Sp-Sparky," sobbed the being with a dramatic flip of its head-fur. "And woe is me, for I am lonely! You are lonely! We are all lonely and misunderstood!"
"Are you not happy in our warm, fluffy world?"
"What's the point if we're all alone in it? I'm so tired of the warmness and fluffiness!"
As Sparky blubbered, the Weewoo noticed his tears flowing in a steady stream and pooling around their feet. The llama's tears were so emo that they were tinted black. Suddenly, a warm, fluffy idea appeared in the Weewoo's warm, fluffy mind. He plucked one of his pure white feathers, dipped it into Sparky's tears, and began to sketch and scribble things that were neither white, nor fluffy. Soon, the Weewoo had drawn many new things and friends for Sparky, so many that the llama actually stopped crying, and there were no more tears for the Weewoo to draw with.
Five minutes later, the llama was wailing again after an argument with one of his new friends who totes did not understand his tormented soul, and the Weewoo began to draw again. This time, Sparky's tears came out in many different colors, due to all the different feels inspired by all his new frenemies. Although his primary purpose had been to soothe Sparky, the Weewoo began to feel very fond of his creations, and he actually looked forward to the next time Sparky would cry.
The Weewoo lived happily in his new world. It was not as warm or as fluffy as before, but it was pretty and colorful, and the Weewoo himself was fluffy and warm enough for everyone.
Then came a day when some of the Weewoo's creations began to fade.
"Don't look at me like that," wailed Sparky when the Weewoo asked him what was happening, "even my tears don't last forever!"
The Weewoo accepted that his beautiful drawings would fade over time. But where would they go next? The Weewoo decided to go back to one corner of the world that he had never drawn on and that was still pure, fluffy and white. There he found another primordial creature, hidden among the fluffy whiteness. It looked a lot like the Weewoo himself, except that it was partly black.
"Sparky spat at me when I gave him constructive criticism," it explained when the Weewoo asked about its strange coloration.
"I think you look fantastic the way you are," said the Weewoo warmly. "Would you happen to know what to do with my fading drawings? I'm sad that they're disappearing."
"I, Pengy, will welcome your faded creations into this here realm of fluffiness. Just like me, they are partly dark and partly light. I will sort them into areas of varying fluffiness!"
And that is how Pengy became lord of the dead.
Every time one of the Weewoo's creations faded and went on their way to Pengy, Sparky duly sobbed and blubbered in sorrow, so the Weewoo had plenty of tears to draw new creatures.
Time passed happily, and the Weewoo aged quite a bit, but remained as warm and fluffy as ever. However, he began to have more trouble finding untouched fluff to draw on. He asked a few creatures for help, but no one cared much about fluffiness anymore. The rumbles of discontent had invaded the world, and for once it wasn't even Sparky.
However, the llama, true to himself, took to Liverjournal to express his feelings on the situation. It was a very bad idea, for his awesomely well-written Liverjournal post angered many preps out there. One such prep turned out to be a very strong, voracious, and easily angered creature called an Err Bear. The Err Bear did not find that fair. The Err Bear went berserk and caused a scare. When the Weewoo asked it to beware, the Err Bear gave a glare, and just did not care. He wasn't very square.
The Err Bear was threatening to rip apart and swallow all of the poor Weewoo's poor creations. Sparky was devastated and could not lift a hoof to help. Pengy could only comfort the Weewoo and offer a good place for all the lost creatures, but the Weewoo still wished he could save his world from the Err Bear.
The Weewoo had grown old, and rarely plucked a new feather to draw or write with. When the Err Bear swallowed the moon, the Weewoo knew that something had to be done. He found one piece of untouched fluffiness and dipped his quill into Sparky's abundant tears. But what could he draw? Unfortunately, the evil genie of artist's block was hanging around the Weewoo.
In the end, with supreme effort, out of fluffy love for his world, the Weewoo managed to doodle a creature. With his warm, kind eyes, he watched it come to life and scuttle away. Even if this little guy couldn't save the world from Err, at least the Weewoo had managed to create new life before the end of time.
In the distance, the Err Bear's roars of rage suddenly turned to confusion. The Err Bear stampeded and tripped and fell into booby traps and swiped with its big paws, but it could not catch its foe. The Err Bear ran into an obstacle and the collision was so hard that the moon was knocked right out of its stomach, and its soft light bathed the world again. It lit up the Err Bear's foe, who stood on a huge anvil that was dangling right above the Bear.
The crab was holding a rope in its pincer. The Err Bear's eyes widened. It groaned, but the crab nodded happily, snapped the rope and promptly jumped off the anvil, which fell so hard on top of the Bear that it was buried far below Lord Pengy's realm.
All of the Weewoo's creatures rejoiced, danced under the moonlight and celebrated their fluffy lord. Sparky cried sparkly pink tears of joy. Meanwhile, the crab scuttled over to the Weewoo and gazed up at it, eyes full of mischief and love. "You are the hope inside the darkness", said the Weewoo, overjoyed at his marvelous creation. "You are Webster, you are unique, and only the worthy may create something as good and powerful as you." The newly-named crab winked.
With that, the Weewoo moved to his realm up in the fluffy white clouds, confident that his friends and creations could protect his world whenever the Err Bear returned.
...This is beautiful. *slow clap*
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Post by Alyssa on May 19, 2014 17:16:51 GMT -5
This dove that has built a nest apparently right outside my house has been hooting steadily for several hours. WHY IS IT SO LOUD
Does anyone know how to speak bird? I'd like you to compromise with it.
oh geez now it sounds like it's YELLING
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Post by Selm on May 19, 2014 17:19:03 GMT -5
This dove that has built a nest apparently right outside my house has been hooting steadily for several hours. WHY IS IT SO LOUD Does anyone know how to speak bird? I'd like you to compromise with it. I may be able to provide communication services. :0 Does it sound like a coo that gets higher in pitch and then drops back down?
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Post by Alyssa on May 19, 2014 17:21:25 GMT -5
This dove that has built a nest apparently right outside my house has been hooting steadily for several hours. WHY IS IT SO LOUD Does anyone know how to speak bird? I'd like you to compromise with it. I may be able to provide communication services. :0 Does it sound like a coo that gets higher in pitch and then drops back down? Yes, that's about what it sounds like. I do love birds, but this one is particularly loud (because it's right up against the window, I think)
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