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[=10]I've had this in a notebook for a while now and was shy to type it up because I never really proofread it or anything, so... ;; I guess I'll do that after I post it because I'm weird like that LOLOL. ALSO sorry about the formatting; I wrote it on Notepad.
Anyway, just a really bizarre... no-sense intro on Sort, idk xD I was just bored in math so I started jotting things down that turned into this. <3 Sorry if there's run-ons or spelling errors or whatever. D> Not to keen on making this perfect because I'm not so good a routine writer as I am an artist. It's loose and has no plot and the descriptions emotion and dialogue all suck and--LOL OH WELL have fun.
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A blur.
White...







Like some newborn child being awakened by opening, blue rose pedals, his eyes
opened: eyelids drawing back as beautifully as the pearl-esque shell on hatching
eggs. A slate hue like the color of the ocean blended with metal-stroked, ebony
pupils--cold, confused, and timid with bewilderment.

Why was everything so bright? Where was he? And what was he doing there...? Or
how...
Who was he?

"Mr. Sortsand? Are you awake?"
That was an odd name. It seemed foreign yet recognizable to him, but not at all
like something he was to respond to. It wasn't his. Or, if it was, this young male
had not a sliver of a clue that it really was.
He responded anyhow purely out of old instinct by turning his head. This confirmed
his placement on a bed and pillow--and they were both stiffened thin, at that.

The one that had questioned the other was a well-polished individual wearing some
too-bright robe of--of course--white. To be plain, the entire room was white.
Heaven?

"How do you feel?" No response. Instead, the doctor put a hand to a heavily-bandaged
forehead half covered with black bangs.

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WELCOME TO MY MESS OF A ROOM. Before I start, let me just point out that the random green stickers all over my pictures are Japanese nouns for the item they're on because I am a nerd. I also would have loved to write directly onto my pictures but my tablet is at my mom's--this is my dad's--so you get long descriptions instead. :c sorry.
I don't know what to say about this besides I share a room with my sister yes so ONWARDS


This is where I spend like 75% of my life, in this little half of the room. MY COMPUTER DESK. Yes it's all on my dresser lol because the room is cramped so. But I like it. Let's go through it PIECE BY PIECE.
yes I blurred the mirror in all the pics because I was in it ROFL


Ryo Nishikido on my (very clean) desktop. Figurines on the top of my sideways computerrrr. CLOSE-UP EXPLANATION? AWRIGHT!


We have a little dragon figurine behind Princess Leia who sadly cannot outshine GOLDEN CAP'N JACK SPARROW. "Sparkly" Edward Cullen, eat your heart out.
We also have Bambi mounting my webcam. yes. Um a PotC trading card because I liked the girl's design or something FJKDs behindddd lovebirds~ and England's unicorn. We also have a Hamtaro character cheering my pen and pencil (rofl stickers) on. ROCKS... My "Gackt ring", and last but not least, Davy Jones (WHO'S HAT FALLS OFF A LOT) and Barbossa.


Next is a Sharkboy figure and a Garrett figure. They look gay yes.. Then it's a preprinted Johnny Depp autograph because he is too ~*schnappy-awesome*~ to sign personal photos via mail or something.

[=10]        It was rare for a December night to be so free of clouds slaving over the lights in the sky that one young adult was taking an extreme fancy towards, but the sky had finally appeared this way: ebony as ink with uncovered miles of stars. A thoughtful sigh misted away into the air before wetting his lips.
        “Where do you think heaven is?” Code’s question, although quiet, seemed to lie on the tip of Gabe’s nose as he squinted towards its English wording. He knew his companion was absolutely distinguishable from the world’s people for numerous reasons--the main being his wielding abilities, but his curious way of thinking was just as vital a role in his personification--yet his uniqueness was something that he would never get used to. It was a state of mind he couldn’t enter and enjoy with him being on the outside looking in as he was.
        Gabriel wasn’t even entirely a homo sapien. At the moment, he was gray-hued with arms as literally tight and durable as stone, making his striking blue eyes look like jewels embedded into his god-like, chiseled face. Had Code never learned the inspiring way that he was a gargoyle he’d have mistaken him for Michelangelo’s David made with a darker material and wings long ago. Truthfully, the Lithuanian was jealous of such a complexion.
        The transformed male sat up after taking his ear bud out that he’d been sharing with Code. Taking in the sudden silence of the band in his ear not playing helped him think--especially with the distant whisper of traffic and the sight of streetlights flickering on.

[=10]...I remember talking to Pega. It mainly consisted of Middle Eastern cuisine (stuffed grape leaves and lamb, Turkish coffee, JAFKLDS<3) but I miss that.

I remember when Her was what I considered to be an ass. Looking back on it, she had a really hard life and if I ever am tempted enough to write a novel, it will be about Her, indirectly. She's interesting and I mourn the fact that I ever considered killing her. I'd forgotten when she ran away to Egypt with Key after faking her death as "Oren". I still apologize for hurting people with all she's done, but I consider her amazing now. She's still me; I signed up as Her for TEF and she's me. I hope that never dies; please never stop calling me Her. <3

I remember when I was obsessed with Hetalia to the point of making deer for the characters and driving people mad with my rants about it. Despite the huge laughs and bonding from it I've toned that down and I still love who I am. <3

I remember Lamb and Ri. I still remember Lamb and Ri.

I remember Nem and Piano; she wanted to eat a picture of cinnamon rolls I had as a header for one of my characters on my updates. God, I remember them. I miss them, too. Unexplainable absences like theirs make me space off.

I remember iScribble being my main source of IMing. Jen, Trinket, Fayne, Pega, Kaicow, myself, Raku, Raz, Dannii, Sarie--everyone all at once in one room, that was just ... I remember it. I miss it, too. Haven't touched iScribble in a LONG time..

I remember Poepourri, Verrii, Wait, and Porcelain.

I remember having Fayne as my best friend. We split because Key and Tuna did and I still can't explain that. As I see it, we made up and started over, but I haven't seen or talked to her in what feels like years. I miss it.

I remember being the leader of starting the werewolf colony.

[=10]Ignore the formatting; I wrote it on Notepad soooo. :T I just felt like writing and I chose Taku for my subject because the poor guy is undoubtedly the least known/appreciated of my characters. Even after this I don't think he'll be as loved as the others but that's probably my fault because it has like no plot. It's just ..crap yeah kflds. Takumi-san I love you though D> I'm sorry to have to present your actual life to everyone but it's truueeee... poor kid, no one knows this side of him. Except me. Such a deep character but I never talk about him and I'm not sure why. I feel like he's a secret. (For the record, 7 is my least favorite number, as is 17; Taku's age. XVII is it's roman numeral. You'll see~)

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Rivets cascaded across the pond's surface as his slender,
pale fingers dipped inside it. The light pressure of the
water was inevitable once he pressed his palms together to
scrub away at his skin until it was nearly pink from raw
nudity after being exposed to such frigid temperatures.
From the looks of it, he was cleansing himself to the point
of purity, but his tense face proved otherwise with taught
lips pressed into a line, coal eyes dead and alive with
concentration pinned on his task at hand. The foreign male's
ebony brows furrowed together at the sight of select,
familiar patterns of gold, orange and white flickering
towards and away from his hands as the symbolism it gave to
his swimming mind would not budge for a long while. It kept
him in a fowl sort of mood to think that, had the koi been
in the humanistic form of his friends and family, there would
still be only half that loved him as a true and a live,

FRIDAY, July 20th


[=10]HOLY CRAP LET ME GET THAT OLD DISGUSTING THING OFF THIS BLOG, AT LEAST............... granted these are just as old, I hardly draw anymore because I have 0% confidence but omg laughing at. how it's been THREE YEARS . . . I suppose I can just throw on some things I've done since I've been gone i d k ?? Otherwise I hope it's obvious how little effort I give anymore because of these few I actually am okay with only one is cOLORED LOL JSUT.

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