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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:38 pm
*gets woken up from a nap on the couch by someone shaking her* Huh? *blinks* Karrie? cat_confused
Kits, what are you doing? It's after midnight, you're on the couch, and your door wasn't locked or anything.
Midnight? cat_surprised *pushes herself up on her elbow, causing Smok to slide off the couch from where he'd been curled up in front of her, squeaking in annoyance* I just meant to close my eyes for a bit... around nine. cat_sweatdrop What are you doing here, anyway?
I was passing by on my way home. Gwee was outside, so I stopped to let him in. He shouldn't be out in this storm.
Gwee was outside? *pushes Cecil off her feet and sits up* I didn't let him out. He must've slipped out when I checked the mail earlier. I wouldn't let him out in this. *looks out the window at the snow*
I think he was glad to be let inside. He and Velcore are in the kitchen now, looking for a snack, I think.
There should still be some food out, I think. *yawns* I had a strange dream. I was kidnapped by the MW Ladies, and they took me to a huge warehouse full of clothes... Psyzapp was saying something, but I didn't catch what before she walked off, yelling at someone. I remember hugging dame and talking to Leko, something about a party that Lia was having. That's when you woke me up.
That is strange. I can see them doing that, though.
Me too. *yawns* I think I need to just go to bed. You going to go on home?
*looks out the window* I... think we'll stay here, if you don't mind.
Of course not. *gets up and shuffles down the hall to her room*
*locks the door and follows Kits*
((I actually did have that dream... cat_sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 12:51 am
{{Pretty sure most if not all of us have had at least one dream involving the MW Ladies by now. Makes me think Leko isn't the only succubus in the group.}}
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 10:26 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 8:15 pm
((It's not the first one I've had. Just the most recent. I woke up wondering wtf was going on.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:14 am
{{I've had a number of them... most of them involving me being tortured by them in some way stare I've had some non-canon ones too, though... such as banging Leko and the other day I had one that involved giving Icy a mustache ride emotion_awesome
... *suddenly realizes why he's been lacking energy lately* goddammit.... emotion_facepalm }}
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 7:07 pm
Psyzapp MiroIsBored :: Miro calls the mistress lady person but only reaches her voicemail, so leaves a message ::
Eh? A-Ano... Miro was just wondering if dark mistress queen lady person could give her some advice since mistress lady person's kids aren't much older than Miro's. Morion has been extra cranky lately to where even the rattle doesn't always help and he's constantly scratching at his head like some kind of rash but there's nothing there as far as Miro can tell. Is this normal? What did you do with your kids to get through it? Miro doesn't know what to do crying *Raises an eyebrow and listens to the voicemail. She sighs heavily as the message progresses and ends up eyerolling. Not entirely sure just where Miro is living and what kind of hygiene practices elves have… or don't have (shudder), its possible Miro has gone and done something completely stupid like taking her toddler to that petting zoo she works at or whatever it is. talk2hand Where they let all manner of creature just run-a-muck. Little Moron has probably contracted fleas or worse and this NIT WIT mother doesn't even have the sense to take her child in to see a specialist!!!! talk2hand She immediately dials the phone and drums her long fingernails on the marble top of the table she's sitting at enjoying an espresso. When the beep finally sounds, she abruptly speaks.* MY children DO NOT go through ANY micro remnant in which you speak of!!!! How DARE you imply my children are infected with ANY type of…… *a look of complete disgust as she pauses briefly* emotion_donotwant …… VERMAN!! Why by now, you've probably got an entire infestation of LICE blowing through the entire local elf population you frequent!! scream *Gets a hold of herself as Miro is going to need decisive explicit instruction. Time is of the essence.* Now…listen to me very carefully with the UTMOST attention. If your little infestation is as bad as I can only imagine. emotion_eyebrow *Pinches the bridge of her nose.* You must find EVERY SINGLE SPECK OF ANYTHING MADE OF FABRIC and WASH EVERYTHING in PIPING HOT WATER. BLEACH what you can and whatever you cannot wash, decide to either BURN IT or encase it in plastic for AT LEAST 6 weeks! EVERYTHING fabric…clothing, furniture, stuffed animals, bedding, pillows…EVERYTHING! And then you are to go to the drugstore and get a medicated shampoo, wash with it THOROUGHLY for at least a week and for good measure coat each of your heads through every strand of hair with Mayonnaise and leave it on ALL NIGHT LONG. Repeat the Mayonnaise treatment for at LEAST 2 weeks every night. Either that or shave your heads. And to ensure this NEVER happens again, you call the health department immediately and have a full scale audit of that petting zoo you work for!!! talk2hand QUARANTINE yourself until you know without a single shred of doubt you've exterminated the infestation.*Clears her throat* You have a good day now. Thank you for calling. 4laugh *hangs up the phone*
Immediately, she makes a trip to the store to pick up some things and gets to work. It takes a couple full days of working on it, but once she's done, she calls the dark mistress lady back to report her progress ::Voicemail from Miro to Psy Uwaa... Miro didn't realize it was something that serious. She thoughted it might just be a thing that kids do at certain ages eek But she wented and followeded your instructions perfectly 3nodding Well, almost perfectly. Miro doesn't use mayonnaise, so she gotted vegenaise instead 3nodding But everything else was done just as you saided 3nodding She washeded all her furnitures with the medicated shampooses, all of Morion's stuffeded aminals are covered in vegenaise, and Miro lit her curtains and blankets on fire then putted them out with hot water 3nodding Miro wasn't sure how long she was s'posed to let them burn before putting them out though and thinks she might have burneded them for too long sweatdrop They smell funny and have holes in them now and one of them falled apart when she putted it in the wash. crying Maybe she should just get new 3nodding
Miro's glad she has someone she can ask advice from for thingses like this. Morion's sure to be better in no time now blaugh Bye-bye~
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:24 pm
*holds up a knife, the metal glowing with heat, and frowns* Not quite straight yet... stare *mutters about irresponsible people borrowing his knives as he places it back in the forge to heat the metal again. After a little while, he uses tongs to pull it back out, taking it over to his anvil and picking up a hammer to straighten it*
*holds the knife up again, turning it slightly* Good. Now it just has to cool... *sets it aside and starts turning everything off* I'll sharpen it in the morning. *wipes his forehead and looks outside the shed to the back of his house* At least it won't be so humid out there now that it's raining. *turns the lights off on his way out of the shed*
*in the house, goes straight to the sink for a glass of water* Ah, that's better. *turning, catches a glimpse of the clock* Didn't realize it was that late. sweatdrop I should probably go to bed. *puts the glass in the sink and goes around the house, turning off anything that had been left on and locking doors. He peeks into Velcore's room and confirms that the dragon is sleeping there, with his head under his wing. Starting to close the door, he stops, frowning, when he sees a dark spot against Velcore's white hide* What the-? *stares* Oh, it's Smok. Wonder why he's here tonight. *shrugs, used to Kits' pets showing up at odd times, and closes the door most of the way, leaving it cracked open so the dragons can get out*
*yawning, he crosses the hall to his own room, tossing clothes on the floor as he goes to his bed*
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:00 pm
*sits in his chair, flipping through the cookbook Kits had given him for his birthday* Hmm, that looks good. I'll have to try that one. *puts a strip of paper in the book to mark the page, then flips to the next one. Reaching for the cup of tea on the table next to him, he freezes* That sounded like...
*floats out of the kitchen and into the living room, laughing* blaugh
Cecil! gonk Please don't... *slowly sets the book aside and starts to get up* Come here, Cecil.
Eh? *stares at Karrie upside-down, then gradually floats further away, making random popping noises*
Come on, Cecil. Don't you want to go back home? *keeps walking steadily toward Cecil*
Ahhhh *bumps into the wall, bouncing slightly off it* Oh!
*catches Cecil while he's busy looking at the wall* Gotcha! *sighs in relief* Come on, let's get you home. *making sure his keys are in his pocket, takes Cecil outside to bring him to Kits' house*
*Velcore walks into the living room right after the door is locked* Karrie? Where is he going this late? confused *sees steam rising from the tea cup* This is a strange time to leave.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:41 am
(( dramallama Look who's back....back again. Shady's back.....tell a friend dramallama ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:23 pm
*stares into the mirror* That box did say temporary dye, right? It didn't wash out.
Why are you asking me? cat_confused I can't read. *yawns and curls up on Mitri's pillow*
I know that. sweatdrop I was just... Where's the box? I put it in the trash... *glances at the trash can* which I took out last night. stressed *looks back at the mirror* I look like I spent the last month on the beach or something. *sighs* Next time, I'll just buy the stupid wig.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:07 am
((Hey everyone, I know it's been a long while. I just wanted to update you about my life so everyone could be sending me good thoughts/prayers on this upcoming Friday.
Thursday, June 23rd, I was in a pretty serious car wreck that I am blessed to still be alive. I will put images down below behind spoilers so you can view them if you like. biggrin I came away from the wreck with only scrapes, deep bruising, and three fractures on my heel. Unfortunately, I'm going to have surgery this Friday (after medical clearance on Tuesday) to fix my heel. This is my first broken bone and first surgery so, while I know I'm in God's hands, I am still a little nervous. You all have been such good friends over the years, I know I needed to let you know. Most of us are friends on Facebook, but some of us aren't. whee
On to the pictures! (If I can get an uploader to not be a pain. rolleyes stressed ) (Sorry they are so big, I don't have the energy to shrink them right now.)
Pictures of vehicular damage:
Pictures of bodily damage:
(Most of the bodily damages are from the seatbelt.)
After I went to the podiatrist and they rewrapped my foot.
Fracture blisters (these are pretty gruesome emotion_puke ):
Sorry for picture overload. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 2:35 pm
 *After leaving the movie set, he finds its a real long walk to any type of civilization. He comes across a small convenience store with gas pumps and the like and he goes around back to take a piss. He undoes his fly and much to his dismay, "it" is even blue. Not only is it blue, but hairless. emotion_puke * CAZZO OMOSESSUALI!!!! scream *He zips it up and walks into the place and asks for a pack of cigarettes and a 5th of whiskey and at the last minute he grabs a package of Twinkies* stare That'll be twenty-eight ninety five, Sir. *The clerk behind the counter tells him. He takes out the mirtillo's wallet and wouldn't you know it, the ******** f*****t only as about fifty bucks.* stare cazzo f*****t. *If he's only got fifty bucks and has to make it last until he can get more cash. He's got no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He leaps across the counter knocking the clerk to the ground and beats the tar out of him until he's out cold. He grabs his stuff, kicks open the door and starts walking again.* evil
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 4:03 pm
*Walks all the way to the safe house. He gets in and goes straight for mirror in the bathroom. Leaning on the sink, he looks at himself and the blue figure starting back at him. stare Pathetic.
First thing is first. He takes the 5th of whiskey he acquired and takes a guzzle. He’s got to deal with his broken nose. After putting down the bottle, he takes off his belt and puts part of the leather in his mouth. Biting down hard and taking a breath or two, he reaches up and straightens it…biting even harder at the pain and hearing the loud crackling.* Mamma madre di dio! Madre fottuta cazzo Dio Damn tutto all'inferno! Ho intenzione di uccidere quel cazzo di madre! scream *Grabs the bottle once more and guzzles. He takes out a cigarette and lights it. After taking a long drag, he decides he better ice his ******** face.* stare
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 5:08 pm
*Holding an ice pack to his face, stare He goes over to one of the walls in another room, flips open a small opening hidden in the woodwork and punches a code. A wall opens up to his arsenal stash where he keeps all the good stuff should there be an emergency. Like a day when a rival family decides to go to war. Well this little fiasco is emergency enough for him and they don’t call him “the Terminator” for nothing. evil
One by one, he gets the weapons to do the job and a few for hiding on his person in various places should things get sticky. He painstakingly loads extra clips, silencers on each weapon because of what happened this morning with his new hearing, stare knives, plastic restraints, rope, explosives and even takes out his favorite ball peen hammer to inflict as much pain as possible. He even debates on taking a drill because he would really get much pleasure out of drilling a new hole in that mutha ******** martillo's head but decides against it since it would be his own head. stare
Gear all ready to go…check. Time to do some lifting and get some of this aggression out. Lifting weights helps calm him. Gives him focus. Helps him think. And when he loads up a barbell like he normally does, he gets extremely pissed that in this body, he can’t. evil Out of frustration he picks up the bottle of whiskey and throws it as hard as he can across the room. The bottle shatters, glass scatters and the small amount of whiskey that was left drips down the wall. He screams a long string of obscenities in Italian.* Dis mutha ******** is gonna pay. evil *Seething, he adjusts the weights and tests until he finds the max this body can do and he works every single muscle in this body double time.* evil
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 5:48 pm
*After working out, he takes a long hot shower to get himself cleaned up. He rests his forehead on the tile of the wall and lets the water just run down his new pathetic body while he closes his eyes and thinks only of his lovely Dolce Cosa. She would never have him like this. Not in a billion lifetimes. At this point, he’s got nothing to lose and he’s certainly not going to start his life over again. The thought of it makes him physically sick and he turns around and pukes his guts out in the shower. emotion_puke The water washing everything down the drain.
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