I know where you go when you want to fall

Quick meta thing, which turned into a huge meta thing: thanks, Cammie! XD

eud3mon — Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:46:51 GMT

Okay, so Cammie did me the dubious honor of linking to this horrible Harry Potter fanfic. I told her I wanted to lock Sirius and James in a room with her and listening to the mocking.
It inspired me to break my vow of abstinence from the HP fandom and write a little bit of meta fun. XD
So, enjoy?

"The author was sitting in her room, listening to My Chemical Romance. She was entranced, so much so that she failed to notice the lights turn off. Then the music stopped. She turned around, eyes wide, but could not make out a thing. The door clicked shut. She gulped. Behind her, she heard a snicker.
'Hey, kid,' that voice! Where had she heard that voice? 'You can call me Padfoot.'
'...And me? I'm Prongs.'"

Cammie is in bold. I'm in italics.
Yeah, I know, we could've gone in to much more detail. But this was really just an AIM conversation between the two of us. :P Besides, this has probably been sporked a thousand times over. Seriously. XD

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OH NOES IT'S A SUE!
It is
Okay, it had me at this line:

"Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!)."

XDDDDDDDDDDDDD
lmfao
Oh god I know, it is soooo funny XD

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“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.
“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.
“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.
“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi.” I replied flirtily.
“Guess what.” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.
“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.
I gasped.

Oh god, they're doing the he yelled/exclaimed/hissed/replied thing.
lmfao
Yes
XDDDDDDD

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"I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists."

ROFL
I know XD
WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS? XDD

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“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.
Suddenly Draco looked sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.
“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.
"“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective."

LMAO I KNOW
What the hell?
IT IS TERRIBLE I LOVE IT!
DRACO MALFOY IS NOT LIKE THIS!
YES. XD
If he was jealous he would pose and preen and try to seem better like the other guy.
exactly!

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"The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!"

AND HE DOESN'T DRIVE.
OR DRINK BEER.
OR LIKE GOOD CHARLOTTE.
EXACTLY! LOL THAT'S WHY I FIND IT SO HILARIOUS!
Listen, lady, you drank FIREWHISKEY on your way back from the the WEIRD SISTERS concert before flying on the back of Draco's NIMBUS 2001 to the SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM because Draco HAS BEEN AFRAID OF THE FORBIDDEN FOREST SINCE BOOK ONE.
But he wouldn't tell you that, because he has an EGO .
And unless you're PANSY PARKINSON, he wouldn't be taking you out on a date.
AND ELIPSES ONLY HAVE THREE DOTS!

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"And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”
It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!"

AND DUMBLEDORE DOESN'T SWEAR!
AND YOU DON'T GET AN ORGASM ON YOUR FIRST TIME UNLESS YOU ARE VERY VERY LUCKY!

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"“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.
And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”
Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”
Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.
“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.
“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….
Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room"

AND DRACO WOULD NOT ADMIT HE'S IN LOVE, ESPECIALLY NOT TO SNAPE.
AND GUYS CAN'T GO INTO GIRLS' DORMS.
AND NOBODY CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD.
NOBODY.
WHAT THE?
LMAO
Oh man.
AND FURTHERMORE,DRACO WOULDN'T CHASE SOMEONE NAKED DOWN THE HALLS

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"“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.
“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.
“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.
“My name’s Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.
“Why?” I exclaimed.
“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.
“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.
“Really?” he whimpered.
“Yeah.” I roared.
We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him."

WHAT IS HARRY DOING THERE?
HARRY DOESN'T GIGGLE.
OR DRINK BLOOD.
AND HE CAN'T GET RID OF HIS SCAR.
LOL HIS NEW NAME IS 'VAMPIRE,' APPARENTLY.
lmfao
You should wait utnil they get to Hermione, or... 'B'LOODY MARY!'
AND IF YOU WERE A VAMPIRE AT HOGWARTS, YOU WOULD HAVE IT AT LEAST AS HARD AS LUPIN DID.
OH, AND DRACO HATES PARTBLOODS!

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"Dark misery was in his depressed eyes."

HAHA!
lmfao

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"My friend B’loody Mary Smith smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )"

AHAHA, THEY'VE GOTTEN TO HERMIONE!

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"“What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!” Snape demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him."

WHY DO ALL THE TEACHERS TALK LIKE CRAZY PEOPLE?
AND SNAP WOULD NEVER CALL A SLYTHERIN A DIMWIT.
LOL IKR

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"No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldemort shouted “Imperius!” and I couldn’t run away.
“Crookshanks!” I shouted at him. Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.
“Ebony.” he yelled. “Thou must kill Vampire Potter!”"

CROOKSHANKS SPEAKS?
AND USES ARCHAIC PRONOUNS?

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"I thought about Vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his face looks just like Joel Madden. I remembered that Draco had said I didn’t understand, so I thought, what if Draco went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?
“No, Voldemort!” I shouted back."

Oh, wait, it's Voldemort.

---

Voldemort gave me a gun. “No! Please!” I begged.

NOBODY USES GUNS IN HARRY POTTER.

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"“Thou must!” he yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!”
“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.
Voldemort got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. “I hath telekinesis.” he answered cruelly."

Telekinesis? You mean, like magic?

---

"I started to cry and cry. Draco started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.
We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Dumbeldore walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn’t cause he had a headache.
“What have you done!” He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) “Ebony Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists.”"

What? DRACO COMMITS SUICIDE? Over a GIRL? What the hell?
LOL IT IS SO MESSED UP!

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"Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I slit both of my wrists. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit suicide. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed… Snap was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Loopin was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks."

Loopin? Was MASTICATING? THAT MEANS CHEWING, YOU IDIOT!
LMAO I KNOW. THAT IS ONE OF MY FAVES, same with 'mastabating.'
XDDD

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"Suddenly Vampire ran in.
“Abra Kedavra!” he yelled at Snape and Loopin pointing his womb. I took my gun and shot Snape and Loopin a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Dumblydore ran in. “Ebony, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he shouted looking at Snape and Loopin and then he waved his wand and suddenly…"

Harry kills LUPIN? Okay, bitch, this is PERSONAL. You do NOT mess with the Marauders.

---

"Hargrid ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.
“What do you know, Hargrid? You’re just a little Hogwarts student!”"

Hargrid? Is a STUDENT?

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"“BECAUSE…BECAUSE….” Hargid said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.
“Because you’re goffic?” Snap asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.
“Because I LOVE HER!”"

XDDDDDDDDDD Wait. Hagrid doesn't have a wand.
lmfao Yes, I know. xD
But he DOES have a girlfriend. Who is, you know, ALSO A HALF GIANT.
rofl

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"“U c, Enobby,” Dumblydore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “2 c wht iz n da flmes(HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urslf 1st, k?”"

Oh god, she can't spell anymore.

---

"“Dumbledore Dumblydore!” we both yelled. Dumbledore came there.
“What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?” he asked angrily.
“Volsemort has Draco!” we shouted at the same time.
He laughed in an evil voice.
“No! Don’t! We need to save Draco!” we begged.
“No.” he said meanly. “I don’t give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony.” he said while he frowned looking at me. “Besides I never liked him that much anyway.” then he walked away. Vampire started crying. “My Draco!” he moaned. (AN: don’t u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!)"

What the hell has she done to Dumbledore? He might not like Malfoy, but he would NEVER let a student die!

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"We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. “Allah Kedavra!”"

ALLAH kedavra?

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"We ran to where Volcemort was. It turned out that Voldemort wasn’t there. Instead the fat guy who killed Cedric was. Draco was there crying tears of blood. Snaketail was torturing him. Vampire and I ran in front of Snaketail."

SNAKETAIL?
rofl Yes!
And, no, WORMtail didn't kill CEDRIC!

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"“Rid my sight you despicable preps!” he shouted as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes. “EbonyIloveyouwiluhavesexwithme.” he said. (in dis he is sixteen yrs old so hes not a pedofile ok)"

And, what? He falls in love with her?
rofl
Apparently!

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"Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology class."

Biology?
At Hogwarts?

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"We ran happily to Hogsmede. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing ‘Helena’. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn’t matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn’t them at all. It was.,……………………….. Volsemort and da Death Dealers!"

Death DEALERS? AS MCR?
Oh man.
Is it bad I really want to see Lucius Malfoy in this?
lmfao He is coming!
XD

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"Sudenly a gothic old man flu in on his broomstick. He had lung black hair and a looong black bread. He wus werring a blak robe dat sed ‘avril lavigne’ on da back. He shotted a spel and Vlodemort ran away. It was…………………………………DUMBLYDORE!"

DUMBLEDORE. LISTENS TO AVRIL.
NO. FUCKING. WAY.

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“Hello everyone.” he said happily. “As u can see I gave the room a makeover. Whjat do u fink about it?”
Everyone from the poser table in Gryiffindoor started to cheer. Well we goths just looked at each other all disfusted and shook our heads. We couldn’t believe what a poser he was!1.
“BTW you can call me Albert.” HE CALLED AS WE LEFT to our classes.

ALBUS. Not ALBERT. GOD.
LOL

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"Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black lipstick and white foundation. Then I went. Den I gasped…………………………………………………………….Snake and Loopin were in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, and Dobby was watching!1"

WHAT. SNAPE AND LUPIN. WHAT. If Lupin is going to be with ANY guy it's Sirius. And Sirius is dead.
...
OH GOD AND DOBBY WATCHED. -ded-
lmfao

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"“Oh he’s bein a fucking bastard. He told me he wouldn’t cum.” Vampire said shaking his hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?”
Then….. he showed me his flying car. I gasped. It was a black car. He said his dogfather Serious Blak had given it 2 him. The license plate on the front sed MCR666 on it. The one on da back said ‘ENOBY’ on it."

Oh, no, wait, he's Harry's dogfather. Which actually makes sense.
Yes. lmao

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"IS ANY1 THERE!” yelled Mr. Norris."

Mrs. Norris? Can talk? And is a guy?

"Den he heard Filch meow. “Filth is der any1 unda da cloak!” he asked."

Oh, wait. Filch is the cat now. He can see the invisibility cloak?

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"here was a knok on the door and Fug and da Mystery of Magic walked into the school!1"

Fug?
lmao

---

"It turns out that Darkness, Diabolo, Crab and Goyle’s dad was a vampire."
Wait, who's Diabolo? Ron?
Wait, Crabbe and Goyle have the same dad?
THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE. THEY ARE BEING CALLED CRABBE AND GOYLE. Not Gregory and Vincent Crabbe-Goyle or something. CRABBE AND GOYLE.
Yes.
lmfao

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"Cornelia Fudged was there shouting at Dumbledore."

Cornelia Fudged? He's... trans?
I don't even know anymore.
XDDDD

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"“Very well.” Dumbledore said angrily. “Butt we cannot do this. We can’t close the school. There is only one person who is capable of killing Voldemort and she is in the school. And her name is…………………………………………………………………..Enony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.”"

Wait. What the hell? Harry is the only person who can kill Voldemort.

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"“Eboby…..Ebony…….” Darth Valer sed evilly in his raspy voice."

DARTH VALER? WHAT THE HELL?
lmfao Star Wars maybe?

---

"“Its ok gurl.” said B’loody Mary. “Maybe u should ask Proffesor Sinister about what the visions mean though.”"

Professor Sinister? Sinestra? THE ASTONOMY TEACHER?

---

"Well we had Deviation next so I got to ask Proffessor Trevolry about the visions."

TREVOLRY?
XD

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"“Konnichiwa everybody come in.” said Proffesor Sinister in Japanese. She smelled at me with her gothic black lipstick. She’s da coolest fucking teacher ever. She had long dead black hair with blood red tips and red eyes. (hr mom woz a vampire. She’s also haf Japanese so she speaks it and everyfing. she n b’loody mry get along grate) She’s really young for a teacher. 2day she was wearing a black leather top with red lace and a long goffik black ripped dress. We went inside the black classroom with pastors of Emily the Strong. I raced my hand. I was wearing some black naie Polish with red pentagrams on it.What is it Ebony?” she asked. “Hey I love ur nail polish where’d u get it, Hot Topik?”
“Yeah.” I answered. All the preps who didn’t know what HT was gave me weird looks. I gave them the middle finger. “Well I have to talk to you about some fings. When do you want to due it?”
“Ho about now?” she asked.
“OK.” I said.
“OK class fucking dismissed every1.” Proffesor Trevolry said and she let every1 go. “Except for you Britney.” she pointed at Britney and sum other preps. “Please do exorcize (geddit) 1 on page 3.”
“OK I’m having lotz of visions.” I said in a worried voice. I’m so worried is Draco gong 2 die.
Well she gave me a black cryptal ball to lock in. I looked at it.
“What do you c?” she asked.
“I said I see a black gothic skull and a pentagram.”
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I looked at it. It was Draco. He was looking really sexy wearing a black leather facet, a black gothic Linkin Park t-shirt and blak Congress shoes."

Okay!
Wait, Draco was wearing a FACET?
How?

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"I started to cry and tears of blood went down my face. I told Draco to call Vampire. He did it with his blak Likin Park mobile. Butt the worst thing was who the ppl who were shot in the dream where……………………… Lucian and Serious!111"

LUCIAN. AND SERIOUS. Okay. BITCH. SIRIUS?
Is this Lucius?
You know, DRACO'S FUCKING DAD?
ROFL Yes, I think so.

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"I locked at Lucian, Serifs, Drake and Vampire. They nodded."

Serifs. SERIFS. I KEEL HER!

---

"When Voldemint was in Hogwarts before he became powerful he gut his hearth borken. Now do you fink he would still become Volxemort if he was in love?”"

Voldemint! XDDD

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"“Are you okay?” Vampir asked potting his albastard hand on mine."

Albastard?

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"It was………………………….Snope and Profesor McGoggle!111"

Snope! AND PROFESSOR MCGOGGLE!

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"But suddenly Lusian and Profesor Trevolry came in2 da room and they and Serious unlocked the chains and put dem around Snap. Then Profesor Trevolry said ‘Come on Ebony let’s go.”"

Oh, Sirius is a good guy.

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"Suddenly I was in fornt of teh School. In front of me wuz one of da sexiest goth guyz I had ever seen. He was wering long blak hair, kinda like Mikey Way only black. He had gren eyes like Billie Joe Amstrung and pale whit skin. He wuz wearing a blak ripped up suit wif Vans. It was…………………….Tom Bombodil!1111"

Tom Bombodil? WHAT.

"“Da name’s Tom.” he said. “But u kan call me Satan. Datz ma middle nam”"

Oh, Tom SATAN Bombodil.

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"professor sinster looked sad. “um I was drinking voldemortserum.”"

Voldemortserum.

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"“U will see.” Draco giggled mistressly. He opened a door……………Snap nd Lumpkin werz there!11 Serious waz pokering dem by staging dem wif a blak nife.
“NOOOO PLZ!1111” Lumpkin bagged as Serious started 2 suk his blood."

Lumpkin? Is this LUPIN?
I think so!
And Sirius is a VAMPIRE. WHAT.
they are bringing in LOTR refrences!
OH BITCH I KEEL YOU. SIRIUS IS DOING WHAT TO LUPIN?

"“I fucking tortured them.” he answered in a statistic way. “They r in Abkhazian now, lol.”"

SIRIUS SENT LUPIN TO AZKABAN? BITCH.
I seriously doubt she even read the books. Especially the third. OR SHE WOULD KNOW HOW OUT OF CHARACTER THAT IS!

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"“Oh, datz Profesor Slutborn.” Satan said. “He’s da Portents teacher…………..Ebony?”"

Wait, Slutborn?
Is that... SLUGHORN? And here I thought she hadn't read HBP!

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"I went in2 da Conmen Room finking of Satan. Suddenly I gasped………………..Draco wuz there!111
I grasped. He locked as hut as eva werring blak ledder pants, a blak Lonken Prak t-shrit and blak eyeliner.
“Draco what da fuk r u dong!111111” I gosped.
“Huh?” he asked. Then I remembred. It wuzn’t Draco. It was Lucan!1 He stil had two arms.
“Oh hi Lucian!1” I sed. “Im Ebony the new student lol we shook handz.”
“Yah Satan told me abot you.” Lusian said. He pinted to a groop of sexxxy gottik guyz. They where siting in a corner kutting. It wuz Serious, Vampire’s dad and………………Snap! All of them were wearing blak eyeliner and blak Good Chralootte band shirts. “Lizzen I’m in a goth band wif those guys.” he said. “Were playing 2nite at da Marylin Mason show as back-up."

Why is Lucius in the Slytherin common room?
...
WHY IS JAMES IN THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM?

"“Yeah.” he said. “Were calld XBlakXTearX. I play teh gutter. Spartacus plays da drums” he said ponting to him. “Snap plays the boss. And Jamez plays the guitar to even fo we call him Samaro, after Samara in da ring.”
“Hey bastards.” I told them they gave me Dethz tuch sin. Suddenly I gasped again. “But don’t u have a lead singer!” I asked. Lucian looked dawn sadly.
“We uzd to but she did. She contempted suicide by silting her rists.”"

Wait. James is SPARTACUS.
Hahahahahaha!
But..
I AM SPARTACUS!
Wait, was that LILY who killed herself?
Oh man. I don't even know. xD
Oh, no, James is SAMARO.
Wait.
JAMEZ is Samaro.
Who is Spartacus?
lol I don't even know!

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"Instead there was…………………………………………Cornelio Fuck!11111"

Cornelia Fuck. WHAT.

---

"“Oh my fuking satan!1” I screamed as I read it. On it said Evry1 Profesor Sinister is away. She is too gottik she is in Azkhabian now. Classes shal be taught by Dubledork who is bak but he shall not be principal 4 now. Sincerely Profesor Rumbridge."

Oh, Rumbridge! So she HAS read OOTP!

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"You went to the conmen room after putting on my clothes. Silas, Samaro and Snap were there practicing Vampirez will Never Hurt U by MCR.
“Oh hi you guys.” I said seductively. “Wheres Satan?”
“Oh he’s cumming.” said Serious. “BTW u can kall me Hades now.”"

Silas.
Is now Hades.
Wait, are they in the past?
Yes, I think.

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"AN// I am an extremely immature pathetic idiot girl, I know. Out of boredom, I crack this girl's passy for fun (and it took less than 8 minutes to do it too) and will probably get in a shitload of trouble. Which I probably deserve 'cause I'm being a troll right now. Meh."

YES! SOMEONE FINALLY HACKED HER!

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"“No u don’t understand!1” screamed Draco sadly as he took his thingie out of Snake’s"

THIS IS NOT HOW IT WORKS.
LMAO THAT IS NOT ANATOMATICLALY CORRECT.

---

Oh my god. Cammie...
THAT WAS THE WORST FANFIC EVER! At least, as far as I've been willing to read.
ROFL I KNOW. XD Yes. I personally thought it was hilarous.
Where was Ron?
He was 'Diablo,' remember?
Really?
Where was Tonks?
Where was Ginny?
Was Ginny Willow?
Where was Narcissa Malfoy?
Was Narcissa the lead singer who killed herself?
Ahaha I don't know. XD
How do you write a fic with Draco and Lucius but not Narcissa?
Or Harry and James but not Lily?
WHY DOES SHE HATE MOMS? Please, won't somebody think of the moms?
Hahahaha XD
I want to lock her in a room with every canon girlfriend she killed/ignored. That means: Ginny, Pansy, Narcissa, Lily, Tonks, and Madame Olympe.
Hell, I want to lock her in a room with James and Sirius and listen to them mock her. Lupin can come too, I guess.
---

Poor Pete is a bit self conscious
and he thinks that he's a vampire.
He gets in to his off-white saturn and heads into the suburbs.
He looks at himself in the mirror, like a girl putting makeup on
He wants to buy a brand new pair of teeth,
but they don't except coupons.
Is this gonna be the night that his daily horoscope comes true?
He knows Venus is in retrograde, but not if the moon is new.
Poor Pete isn't fashion forward, but he likes to think he's ultra cool.
He wink at a girl named Siouxsie while she's playing bumper pool.
She looks at him rather blankly,
before mouthing the words, "yeah, right."
She knows Pete's not the kind of guy
who will ever get it right.

Crossover crack for a fiction contest

eud3mon — Wed, 04 Apr 2007 23:46:28 GMT

So, the Panboards are having this contest, where you basically write an excerpt or summary from a crossover fic with the Pandect characters. I'm posting it here because it's a teensy bit not worksafe, and the contest mod asked us to post such things on our own sites/blogs/things. :P Feel free to ignore this if you want.

Title: The Nice and Accurate Pandect
Summary: Pandect/Good Omens crossover. :P
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG-13 for kisses and implied sex (Noah/Edgar). Also some language.

“R-really,” waved Edgar. “I don’t… see what you mean.”
Noah emptied his wine glass and leaned in.
“What I mean is, angel,” his glass was full again, and he took a swig. “What I mean is, I wanna. You know.”
“No. I-I don’t know…”
“Yes y’do,you’re just too embar-embre-ashamed to admit it.”
Edgar was faintly amused to see Noah so flustered.
“N-noah, please!”
“Fine, f’r Heav- Go- cryin’ out loud, I wanna, oh, fuck it.”
Before Edgar could complain about l-language, Noah, please, you never know who might be listening, Noah soundly kissed him.

Meanwhile, across the pond, Dr. Rocko Sable was most astonished to find himself back in his flat on Fifth Avenue, as it was certainly not the minds of men. He pulled out his slim new mobile. Perhaps Delia and Sobre had made it back as well.

“Now wasn’t that nicccccce?” breathed Noah into Edgar’s ear.
Once the initial shock had passed, Edgar was surprisingly (well, perhaps easy wasn’t the right word) susceptible to temptation. Somehow they had ended up together in Edgar’s rarely used bed, with Noah on top after an extremely memorable fifteen minutes. Neither was exactly sure when, but somewhere along the way they returned to sobriety with their wings out.
“Well, yes, I rather figured it would be, but…” he lost his train of thought when Noah did something with his tongue that Edgar could only describe as naughty… “you’re, ah, surely the, hnnn, Arrangement doesn’t, doesn’t cover, uhnn, angels are supposed to, to, be…”
“Pleasssssse, angel,” Noah ran a finger across Edgar’s bottom lip.
“N-noah, you old serpent, I-I-“
“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to have to keep that pretty mouth of yoursssss occupied myself.”
“Well, can you please stop hiss- mmph!”
Noah was, among other things, a demon of his word.

“HELLO, ROCKO. I AM SOMEWHAT SURPRISED TO SEE YOU.”
Rocko jumped.
“AND IT SEEMS THAT YOU ARE SOMEWHAT SURPRISED TO SEE ME, AS WELL.”
In the middle of his living room stood a hooded, shadowy figure.
“I’VE COME FOR YOUR PLANT,” said JOE.
“Oh, well, um. I don’t suppose-”
“THAT I KNOW WHY YOU ARE ALIVE? I AM SORRY, BUT LIVING IS RATHER NOT SOMETHING I KNOW MUCH ABOUT,” JOE gave what might have been a short, dry laugh. “I SUGGEST YOU CONTACT THE OTHERS.”
Rocko nervously smiled.
“Yes, well, I was planning on it,” he pressed the button but the mobile phone in his hand utterly failed to start. “Damnit, the battery must be-”
“DEAD,” pronounced JOE. “MUCH LIKE THIS FICUS,” he gingerly touched a crackly brown leaf. “MALNUTRITION, POOR THING.”
“Oh, heh... I’ll just use the landline, then,” said Rocko as he made his way over to the phone.
JOE continued to refuse to leave as his unwilling host dialed a number with an area code pertaining to somewhere in the Middle East. He didn’t know whether to be surprised or not when it picked up.
“Delia? It’s me.”

“Oh, oh Noah, that was, that was-“
“Ssssinful?” Noah smirked through a mouthful of feathers.
“Heavenly. I- oh! I didn’t- Can we do this again?”
“As many times as you want, sweets.”

:”Oh, hello, Rocko. Why are you alive?”
“Hey! That’s a nice thing to ask the man who-”
“Shove it, Rocko. You know what I meant.” Delia rolled her eyes. “Why are we back? I thought he banished us.”
“Well, evidently he didn’t do a good enough job. I was hoping you’d know why.”
“No, maybe Sobre? Or JOE.”
“JOE’s here, actually, and he doesn’t.”
“Why?”
“He said living wasn’t really his bag, if you know what I mean.”
Delia sighed.
“No, why was he there?”
“Oh. A plant. It starved.”
“Figures.”
Rocko thought he heard gunfire in the background.
“Everything okay on your end?”
“Nope.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.”
An explosion.
“Look, I won’t keep you, I’ll call Sobre,” he paused. “Hey, Delia?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Kill a bastard for me, will you?”
“Sure.”
“And if it’s a bastard from UNICEF?”
“Yeah?”
“Kill him twice.”
And with that, he hung up. Halfway across the world, Delia tossed her hair and smiled a little. Fighting erupted in the previously calm bar next door.
“Pompous dork,” she muttered to herself.
Within days, the town would fall. To what, or to whom, she didn’t particularly care.

“N-noah?”
“Yes?”
“How do we explain this to, to them?”
Noah sat up, ran his fingers through his spiky black hair, and sighed.
“We don’t.”
‘Huh?” Edgar followed him to a seated position.
“Look, angel, it’s not as though they actually cared what we do anymore… If they did, we’d already be in a hel- heap of a lot more trouble than we already are, I mean, for that whole thing with Fleance and the fact that he didn’t actually destroy the world.”
“Oh.” Edgar appeared to be satisfied. He wrapped his arms around Noah’s waist “Then, maybe, if you want to, we could…?”
“Way ahead of you,” grinned Noah, snakishly. “We have reservations for six-thirty.”

“Oh good, Sobre, I need to ask you about something-“
“OH, IS THAT SOBRE? LET ME TALK TO HIM!” Rocko was crudely interrupted midsentence by JOE excitedly clawing at the phone.
“Oh hey, Rocko,” said Sobre, all the way in Iceland. He had been quite excited to discover that they had legalized whaling again.
Rocko slapped JOE’s curiously thin hand away.
“Hold on! It’s kind of important, okay?”
“BUT I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM IN SO LONG! IT IS OF THE UPMOST IMPORTANCE!”
“Yeah, for your pants,” muttered Rocko.
“I HEARD THAT, AND I DO NOT APPRECIATE IT,” sniffed JOE. “I INTEND TO ASK HIM POLITE AND CHARMING QUESTIONS, NOT THAT IT CONCERNS YOU.”
“Right. Now, Sobre, listen-”
“Oh, is that JOE? Let me talk to him!”
Rocko groaned and handed over the phone. It was going to be a long day.
“Try not to kill this one, will you? I’ll go charge my mobile.”
JOE nodded happily.
“HELLO SOBRE, I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE AN INQUIRY CONCERNING YOUR CURRENT ATTIRE.”

Fiction dump! :D :D

eud3mon — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 22:49:13 GMT

Okay. First of all, if someone could help me with this whole not showing up on anyone's flist thing, I'd REALLY appreciate it. I can't figure it out. D:
Second, sorry I haven't been updating. -shameshameshame- I'll try to post more, okies? Same goes for commenting.
ANYWAY, I have been writting a lot, mostly my own stuff, to A. practice and B. get the hang of my writing in my universe and for my characters. If you want any backstory or plottish things, just ask. Here goes:

Title: Exile
Summary: A little bit about Heaven and Hell, in my universe, and the people that rule them.
Rating: PG for semi-religious weirdness, innuendo, and overall oddness.

They said we were the first three to fall. They were wrong.
Back then, we were Samael, captain of the Host, and Azazel, his general. We were Eisheth Zenunium, forsaking our gender for the desires of our clients.
Poor Eisheth took Samael’s heart from Michael. For all his seductive charms he was innocent to the ways of seraphim. Samael could not protect him.
Poor Azazel lost her faith when she saw Samael beg Michael to spare Eisheth. She saw Eisheth cling to Samael’s great wings. She saw her Gabriel look away, shamed.
Only Lucifer fell.
Be’hel was pushed.
Asteroth jumped.

100 words, title not included.

Title: Foreword (working title, part of a bigger project-thing)
Summary: Azazel/Asteroth explains the stuff covered in the drabble, plus a little background on Heaven itself at the time. Some references to the other sextants (worlds, I guess? Not countries, there can be an infinite number of countries per sextant. Gaia is the one where all our countries are. Except Greenland, that's where Avalon is. Not realms, either. Two sextants make up a realm, and there are three realms: Rhyme, Reason, and Retribution. Rhyme has Avalon, where the fey and the elves are from, and Lemuria, where the pixies and doxies are from. Avalon is basically Greenland shoved up near Europe, and Lemuria is most of Antartica. Reason has Gaia, where humans live, and Atlantis, with nixies and the subspecies they made like mermaids, selkies, et cetera. Those pretty much take up the rest of the planet. Retribution has Heaven, obviously with angels, and hell, with all kinds of demons. These were originally where the Mariana Trench is now, but thanks to some powerful magic is floating in the atmosphere like a giant land-balloon. Yay worldbuilding?) and their politics.
Rating: PG-13 for heavy religious/political themes, talking about sex (baby), and so forth. May not actually provide any entertainment.

Foreword by Az
Do you want to know the real reason we were kicked out of Heaven?
Not all of us; not Lilith and Abaddon and Duma and Asmodeus and all them, because they left after we did and so I really can’t answer that. I mean, the three of us. The Triumvirate. Me, Luc, and Be’hel. It was because of love.
Luc and Be’hel were in love. Still are. Falling hasn’t really changed anything, except that Be’hel’s a guy all the time now and we’re all a bit more cynical. But, see, it wasn’t about them. It was about Michael.
Michael and Luc- sorry, Samael, that was way before Lucifer Morningstar even existed, really –were this big couple. I know it sounds odd, especially if you’re from Lemuria or Gaia, but it’s true even in Avalon (and Atlantis too, I guess, but you never really know what’s going on there), but Heaven’s different. They (and us too, same realm and all that) live long enough in a small enough space that they have to worry a lot more about population. So, women aren’t really that common, especially up on higher levels (there are hardly any female seraphim. I used to be one, I should know). Female angels are seen as sacred, I guess, and sort of, I don’t know, beyond sex? It doesn’t make much sense to me, seeing as I never really had to deal with that, but whatever. The point is that you were supposed to be discouraged from making babies. Plato kind of had the right concept with his idea of perfect love, and how it wasn’t supposed to be dictated by instinct to reproduce and all that (hence, between guys). Obviously, he didn’t know about hormones and pheromones and whatnot, but neither did Heaven, really. Anyways, the point is, it wasn’t weird for Michael and Samael to be together. The problem was that they broke up.
I’ll let the boys tell their story.

Title: Yesterday's Child
Summary: Lancelot (yes, that one) makes Morgan (le Fay. Yes. Her) an omelet. There is bonding and character development. Also squeeing. It might be a little hard to read, as I wrote it in first person in Morgan's head, and she's kinda... odd. Beware tangents, nonsequitors, a lack of punctuation, and stream of consciousness(ness?).
Rating: G. There's light romance and angst.

Oh my god I’m going to squeal or something because yay! He likes me! He likes me a little bit at least, now I’m going to tell you how I know because I do. Know. I know that he kind of does. Really!
I was sitting in my chair, you know the ones with the itty bitty skulls? It was late and I was hungry, so I was munching on some cereal (Cthul-O’s, in case you wanted to know which maybe you did), and I was kind of sad because I was thinking about Mordred and my brother and all that stuff that happened back then that made me sad, when he came downstairs! I didn’t really notice at first because I guess I was spaced out or something and not paying attention and maybe crying a little, I don’t remember. So I was sitting, and thinking, and maybe crying, and Lance came downstairs. He asked me what was wrong Morgan and why are you crying? I said that I was thinking sad things and I was lonely and he said not to be lonely because he was there to talk to me and I got a lot happier when he said that. I must’ve stopped crying, because I remember smiling and he said there that’s better, let me fix you something to eat and I said you can cook? A lemon and rosehip omelet would be really nice please. He told me that of course he can cook did I really think Nimue cooked breakfast when they were little and I laughed and said no but I thought they had cooks and maids and that their mom could’ve made omelets and he said that they had to learn to cook and stuff for homework and Nimue always made him do hers. I said sorry and he said don’t worry about it it came in handy when he was a grown up and would I like some sugar in my omelet? I did and so I said so and he smiled. His smile is really pretty, and it was a real smile, with his eyes and everything, not how he usually smiles when you can tell he’s thinking about something else. We were both in our jammies, so he was only wearing a tank top and boxers and so was I, only my shorts were shorter and my shirt had spaghetti straps, plus it was black and my shorts had purple skulls and bats because I liked them. I told him I didn’t know how to cook because I was a queen and then a duchess and then sleeping and then a queen again, and that was why I was eating cereal. He asked me why I didn’t have milk in my cereal and I said I liked dry cereal and he said oh well that’s okay then. He flipped my omelet and asked me what it was like being queen of Avalon and I said I don’t know what it’s not like and then I said kind of embarrassing, actually and he laughed. I never heard him laugh before and it was really nice and I told him his laugh was nice. He said that my laugh was lots prettier and I blushed because he makes me blush a lot. His eyes got sadder and he said he was sorry he hurt my feelings and I was really surprised he said that then. I told him not to worry and that I didn’t mean to make him feel guilty and he said yes but my sister does and that was cute. Then my eggs were done. He put them on a plate and brought them to me, and then sat next to me on my chair since it was a big chair, but we were still really close together and I wanted to kiss him but I don’t think he wanted me to. He gave me a fork and I said thanks and he said you’re welcome and I started to eat. It was really good! I said so and he said no you’re just really hungry and I giggled and said no and then it was quiet. He leaned back and put his arm around me and I was really happy! I leaned on his shoulder and smiled and he smiled back and we just sat there like that. It was nice. We were like that for a while then he whispered I like that I don’t always have to talk when I’m with you Morgan and I felt all warm inside and blushed. He squeezed my shoulder and said you’re kind of like my little sister but not, you know? And I said I know but really I didn’t because he wasn’t like my brother because you never want to kiss your brother, even if Morgause did it but she really didn’t want to, she only did it because it would make her plans go better. Then I realized he said but not, and that made it okay because he might still want to kiss me even if he didn’t want to right now. We didn’t talk for a while after that and I think we fell asleep because when I woke up the next morning I was in my bed and there was a note that said you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up so I carried you to your room have a good day I’ll see you later love Lance. I put it away special because it said love Lance, which doesn’t mean that he loves me necessarily but might and at least means he likes me. Then I got dressed and washed up so I could see him later. It was a really nice night and now I think we could be better friends and then who knows?

Title: Something, anything
Summary: Gareth (if anyone picks up on it, then yes, that Gareth) acccidentally gets drunk (they didn't have vodka in the sixth century. He thought it was fancy water, and, um, chugged the whole bottle) and Damien (future boyfriend of said Gareth) tries to take care of him. Awkward romance ensues.
Rating: Borderline R for underage (though it's set in London, so it's only a year or so, Gareth's will turn seventeen a few months after this takes place) drinking, language, boys fooling around, and a little throwing up. Feel free to skip this if you aren't into this sort of thing. :/

I cursed myself for getting this far. Despite all my best efforts, I was locked in a bathroom with a drunken boy who was making me feel all the things I tried to deny, all the things I tried to hide. The room was closing in on me, on me and him, and a lump rose in my throat as I fought my attraction, and I looked desperately for something, anything, to distract the both of us.
I found it.
His eyes were watering, and I remembered why I had brought him here in the first place. He gripped the toilet seat while I held back the locks of red-gold hair that were falling in his face. I did my best to ignore the heat of his neck. He gagged and I winced for him, I heard him wretch and saw the sick dribble down his chin onto his shirt. Bloody hell.
“Here, let’s get you out of that dirty thing, I won’t look, I promise…”
I wasn’t sure if I could keep that promise.
I handed him a stick of gum and tried to look away from his mouth as he chewed it.
“S’ok, you c’n look, I dun’ mind,” he slurred. “I wan’ you t’look.”
Fuck. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and I couldn’t help it, my eyes were drawn to the tattoo decorating his stomach and the cut of his muscles and the hint of boxers just above his trousers… I closed my eyes and unbuttoned my shirt. I had something on underneath, where he obviously didn’t. I shrugged it off and helped him into it, but then I noticed the glint in his eyes. It made me shiver. Here was all I wanted, all I couldn’t have, and I was reasonably certain I would’ve given everything up if he was sober. But it wasn’t worth it if he was going to forget everything and run away from me tomorrow, embarrassed, when I could wait and have him over and over again.
He leaned in and I felt his lips on my shoulder and my body couldn’t, wouldn’t, listen to reason any longer. My eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, but the boy in front of me.
“Gareth, not now, you’re not, I mean, it’s a bad, very bad, please… we can do this… later…”
“Shh, dun’ talk,” he spoke into my neck, his breath tickling the skin under my collar.
“No, I’m, nnn, serious, this isn’t, not now, not, uhn, good, you’re drunk,” I panted. “Gareth, stop!”
He pulled away and I regretted it instantly. I caught his eyes. There were tears welling in them.
“Thought you wan’ me,” he muttered. “’m sorry.”
Bloody fucking hell. He trembled and the tears began to roll down his cheeks. I reached out, without thinking, and wiped one away with my thumb.
“I did want you- I do want you. I just, fuck, it’s just not a good time, you know?”
He looked up, hopeful, and turned and caught my thumb… in his mouth…
Damn, but it felt good. I lost all will to resist as his tongue rolled over the nail, he was lightly biting and teasing and oh god I wanted it. Little moaning noises escaped my throat and his, I felt the vibrations on my finger and he grabbed my hand, pushing it up against his mouth and rubbing my palm. I pulled my hand back and replaced it with my mouth, kissing him as fiercely as he deserved, as he needed and I needed. My hands traveled to his back, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, mapping each little dip and raise in the smooth skin I found there. He gripped my back and fuck I needed more. I wanted sex, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was dimly aware of the repercussions that I would face if we were caught naked and vulnerable in Collin’s bathroom. Instead, I ground my hips into the thigh trapped between my legs. It wasn’t enough and he knew it and I thought I felt his fingers slowly, achingly, dance down past the waistband of my jeans when I heard a knock.
I froze and replaced my lips with a hand so he wouldn’t speak and give away our secret to whoever it was intruding on us.
“Damien? I need to use the bathroom!”
He started licking my palm. The bastard didn’t know when to quit.
“I’ll be a second, Gareth got sick!” I yelled back. I prayed fervently to anyone who’d listen that the girl on the other side wouldn’t think too hard about it.
“Don’t say a word about this,” I hissed. “I’ll take you home. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He nodded. He got what he wanted, and I hoped that would keep him happy until he sobered up.
“Where d’ I live?”
Fuck.

I should mention that the voice in my head kind of sounds like drunk!Gareth when I'm overtired in the morning. Accent and all. It kind of makes me giggle. XD

Okay, I was procrastinating and once wrote a giant chat between me and ALMOST EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN ZOMG.
Herein lies crack, but it might be fun, and if you want to know the characters more (especially the ones I haven't written about yet), enjoy. Just assume that every character that seems like they belong to Arthurian legend actually does. :P

-Me: Sup CHARACTARS?
Gawain: Is this some sort of Code on crack?
Myself: Yeah, no. I am teh author, and she is technically a self-insert.
Code: Like fuck I am. I am WELL WRITTEN, GODDAMNIT. >.<
Gawain: Fourth wall? Fourth wall? Anyone? Anyone?
Code: Haha, now you just broke the fourth wall. :P
Gawain: Yes, but I did so in a snarky manner.
Code: And that makes it okay.
Gawain: There is no fourth wall when talking to the author.
Code: There is no spoon. PNG.
Nimue: And now Lin and Gawain will quote for the next fifty pages.
Nimue: Only it’s worse because there are TWO Lindseys. oO
Nimue: That has to have broken at least one universe. XD
Gawain: DIVIDE BY ZERO O SHI-
Nimue: I will take your fucking sword away, I swear to god…
Damien: How come we weren’t invited to teh party?
I: It was an accident, le sorries. D:
Damien: YOU GOTTA FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARRRRTAY
Nimue: Oh god it’s contagious.
Yo: Mommy, Nimue’s being a braaattt!
Nimue: Shut up. :P
Her royal selfness: Don’t you be telling your creator to shut up. XD
Code: Holy shit you sound like my dad. oO
It is I!: He’s my dad too. ;o
Code: O RLY?
First person singular: YA RLY!
Code: NO WAI!
Teh writorr: Haha, it’s like I’m talking to myself. But another person.
Code: Like for serious.
The one known as Lindsey: Haha! Conversational masturbation!
Code: PNGZ I was gonna say that! :o
One-letter subject pronoun: So was I.
Code: Of course you were.
Master of the keyboard: It’s called telepathy…
Code: It’s called telepathy!
NotCode: I HEARD THAT!
Gawain: Teen Titans for the win. XDDD
Damien: Has Morgan or Lance said anything? Like at all? Ever?
Nimue: No. Code’s been talking to her alternate self and Gawain keeps quoting. Then you broke in and started singing.
Code: BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HE DOES. XD
Nimue: And I’m pretty sure Gareth is lurking.
Gareth: And Nimue is being a brat.
She who wrote the words: Yeah, but she caught you. XD
Gareth: What gave it away?
Nimue: Damien is here. And god forbid he ever does anything without you.
Gareth: Yeah? Well fuck you, I’m a dragon.
Lin: Nice. XD
Gareth: Which Lin posted that?
Nimue: Does it matter?
Code: I can hurt you over the internets.
Gawain: IT’S A SERIES OF TUUUBES. :D
Nimue: Someone get Gawain off YTMND. Please.
Code: But he is teh funnay. D:
Nimue: No, you think he’s funny because you two have the EXACT SAME SENSE OF HUMOR. So you can spend HOURS quoting shit and being random and generally ANNOYING EVERYONE ELSE.
Gawain: You’re just pissy because Merlin’s not here.
Self: Oooh, SCATHE.
Gareth: Is it bitchy in here? I mean witty?
Nimue: So the quoting is genetic?
Gareth: Thankfully Gaheris doesn’t have it.
Code: What would he quote? The future?
Morgan: NOBODY WOULD GET IT. XD
Gareth: Png was that Morgan?
Code: No, it was me.
Gareth: No above you. –pokes-
Morgan: Hee. That tickles. :3
Gareth: Morgan!
Morgan: Hi ‘Rethy. ^^
Gareth: You can’t call me that. Only Damien can call me that. >.<
Damien: Aw. < 3 I love you too. :D
Nimue: Please take your fluff elsewhere as I am not in the mood. -.-‘
Merlin: S’wrong Nimmy?
Gawain: FUCKING FINALLY. I was worried for my safety. D:
Nimue: Yeah, that was appropriate.
Author of their destinies: Let’s NOT fight right now?
Gareth: Seconded.
Damien: Thirded.
Morgan: Um… Agreed.
Code: Thirded? XD
Damien: Shut up. >.<
Gawain: And yet Lance hasn’t even posted…
Code: I don’t think he knows how to. oO
Gawain: PRESS THE ENTER KEY, LANCE. XD
Lance: Screw you.
Morgan: Pngzorz he speaks! :o
Lance: Hey.
Gawain: And it seems he’s particularly verbose today. :P
Morgan: BE NICE. :K
Lance: I can take it.
Gareth: I could say something here. But I won’t.
Code: Congratulations, Gareth. Gold star!
Gareth: :D
Wielder of the eraser and delete key: So who else is missing?
Gareth: Aggravaine, Gaheris…
Code: Like everyone from the HC…
Damien: Camden, Yoshimi.
Gawain: And Merlin only posted once.
Merlin: A wizard did it. –shifty eyes-
Morgan: LAWLS. XD
Gawain: But a wizard did, indeed, do it. :o
Merlin: Twice.
Gawain: Thrice.
Merlin: Wow. :o
Gawain: FOUR TIMES.
Gawain: Mister Merlin you never cease to amaze me. :o
Merlin: I have that effect on some people.
Morgan: Haha, five times!
Gawain: Morgan can count. Give the girl a cookie. XD
Lance: Hey, not cool.
Nimue: Gawain’s being kind of an ass today.
Morgan: Nimue’s back! ;P
Gaheris: Gawain is never not an ass.
She controls the vertical: GAHERIS IS HERE O SHI-
Gareth: You can’t make the same joke twice. It just isn’t done. oO
Also the artist: But I didn’t say it the first time. D:
Gareth: Doesn’t matter. You fail.
Lazy writer: D: NOES.
Gareth: Yes.
Damien: Gareth, stop taunting the writer.
Should be scripting: S’okay, he’s not as bad as Dark.
Gawain: Agreed.
Not actually a character: Haha, when I RP with Dark she always mocks my characters.
Gareth: Fascinating.
Witty epithet for a pronoun: And by characters I mean you guys. :P
Merlin: OH NO SHE DIDN’T.
Gawain: Don’t make me snap my fingers in a Z-FOR-MAY-SHUN!
The imagination of your figments: She thought Morgan was high.
Nimue: Unsurprising.
Morgan: MEAN. D:
Writerly type: And that Code was a whiny know-it-all bizznatch.
Gawain: But… You ARE Code.
Isn't really Code: I KNOW.
Gawain: That hurts my brain. D:
Code: I AM NOT. >.<
Knows all the plots: Err… You actually are just a little. Because I am too. And that’s how I wrote you.
Gareth: Aaaand we’ve jumped the shark.
Thinks she's funny: But we’re not even up yet! XD
Gareth: Not my fault you suck.
Damien: Gareth… :/
Could probably do this for ages: Well, night then, guys.
Morgan: Night. ^^
Nimue: Night.
Gareth: Hey, it’s morning here. :K
Faintly embarrassed: Morning, then. Whatever.
Code: Byes. D:
Loser, baby: Talk later, okies?

Eheheh. -backs away-

And that's pretty much all that I've actually finished. No artings yet, sorry. Well, none on my computer, seeing as I forgot my tablet pen at home (I'm in Colorado right now) and don't really have a scanner on me. D:

Yeah. Colorado. Skiing vacation. I went yesterday, and kind of sprained my foot a little? Not sure, but it's feeling better. It started cramping, and I had to ski back to the hotel on it, and I woke up this morning with it completely sore. D: It was fun, though. I'm going to start snowboarding in a few days. Wish me luck!
I really needed this break from school. My grades? Kinda suffering. Boys? Awkward. Friends? Well, they're sick of school too. :P
I'm going to try to get caught up with everything this week and next.
Oh, and I have this cool assignment for art: it's an artist book. Basically, a collection of my work all with one theme. I chose evolution. Awesome Y/Y? I have a full page (and by that I mean 8" by 11") graphic of the introduction and first two chapters of The Origin of Species in an interesting color, if anyone wants it. It's fucking huge so I'll only upload it if someone asks. :P

And that's pretty much it. I'm working on a layout for Bellezza, by the way.
Next up? Resource post.

Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around

When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound

D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?

Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around

No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying,
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa

D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?

Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around

I don't want to live in this world anymore
I don't want to live in this world

Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around

Friends only. Because shit DOES happen.

eud3mon — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 04:10:25 GMT

Comment to be added. ^^