I CAN HAZ IT.

TONITE.

I CANNOT WAIT.

So I'm minding my own business, surfing the net, when suddenly a muse is like, "You need to write.  NOW."

Ok, so it's not abnormal to have a muse kick me at strange times.  This was, however, Squall.

This is abnormal.  We all know Squall would rather be left alone and not be stuck into a story.

Combine a "kick" from Squall with the dark mood I've been in the past couple days and you get the following story.

Just a warning; It ends in character death.  This is a first for me.  It doesn't just have one character death, either.  It has ALL of them dying.  :|

I honestly have no idea.  It just happened.

( Click to continue to the snuffiness. )


Yeah.  Really.  I have no idea.  :|

I posted.

I lol'd.

That is all.

I don't usually post things like this, but last night my sister got me onto Omegle and... well...

I got a little carried away.

Originally, my friend Missy and I were trying to find one another and I stumbled across this person.

Oh how wrong it went!

There is some graphic content in this chat log, as you will see for yourself if you decide to venture into the darkness. It's also made twice as disturbing, as I decided to pretend I was Harry Potter and requested the other person pretend to be Dumbledore.

FOR THE RECORD:

This was done in a joking tone (on BOTH ends I'm sure, especially considering how it ends).

Again, this isn't safe for work. It's also not safe for the faint of heart. I am TELLING you, it's graphic. It's also GAY. It's also love between a creepy old man and young boy. Please don't read it if it's going to be a problem for you (and let me tell you, it was a problem for me to WRITE the damn thing! Booze helped).

Last but not least, this is dedicated to my sister Nicki.

This is what you have brought about.

( CUT HERE. DON'T CLICK UNLESS YOU'RE SURE. REALLY NSFW. I WARNED YOU. )

Notice how, though he tried to kill me in the end... he got the spell wrong.
This is the last time Harry goes to a twelve dollar prostitute.

I stole it from Missy.

( It was a creepy, uncanny read. )

I stole this from Missy and was traumatized by the result.

The Portraitist

Random, Character-Oriented, Platonic

As a Portraitist, the character is everything to you. You value the character's personality and development more than anything else, and your goal in roleplay is to flesh the character out in any and every way possible. You're the method actor of the roleplay world: you know your character through and through (you've probably done a ton of research) and you enjoy throwing your character into new and random situations just to prompt interesting reactions. However, you're hard to involve in any plots, mostly because ongoing stories that don't focus on exploring your character's innermost depths quickly bore you. Also, you might like to put your character in tragic/stressful situations a little too much.


OH GOD IT'S MEEEEEE  T___T

I feel so badly going to see Nicki and Xander...  poor Xander is in so much pain because he swallows too much air.

I do the same thing myself, so I know how those pains feel....  it's horrible, sometimes they make me cry as well.

I hope she can find some kind of solution, some way to help him.  I seemed to get somewhere with him, but it's very difficult...  you have to keep changing his position over and over until you find the right way...  next time, you have to hold him differently.

poor baby was turning purple from screaming...  I can't imagine how much pain he must be in right now.

I felt like crying myself.  I would suffer that for him if I could...

eta: Here's the picture I promised almost a whole month ago.  Sorry it took so long.

( auntie, neffle, and kitty. )