I've actually started to like the fact, my blogs are hidden away, because every comment I get makes me really happy and like they brighten up my day, so I actually like the fact I'm unpopular. Also it means i can say what I want and get away with it LOL no I'm kidding....mostly. No but seriously...it's my opinion that yeah the populars get lots and lots and lots of comments, but hell. Be proud of what you do get, because it could be nothing at all, and yeah I know for some people it is, but even then, if you have even a few reads, you should be proud, because you know at least some people are looking.
A Fanfiction set to Jesse's girl, the Glee Version sung by Cory Monteith.
He did it. He got himself a beautiful doe, and if I was straight I'd have probably wanted her too. Her body is a good shape and she looks like a pretty girl. Yet I hate her. She's nice to me and I would be her friend, but I hate her.
She has him. She has Lucian. She has him holding her at night, she has him loving her until she can't see straight. Why does it have to be her? Why couldn't it be me? Lucian and I were always good friends, and it's only since he's got her that things have changed.
I can't get the images out of my mind. Him touching her, holding her, loving her. It fills me with jealously. I wish I had Lucian all to myself. No girls, just us guys, holding and kissing.
She and him talk like lovers do all of the time, and it makes we want to scream. I feel bad because I wish death on someone who is making him happy, but I want it to be me. I want to stand up and tell him I love him.
I'm looking in the mirror all the time, wondering what he don't see in me. I've been funny, I've been cool with the lines, ain't that the way love's supposed to be.
So tell me, if not him. Tell me where can i find a man like that....
If it isn't too much trouble. I'd like to get to know you all a bit better. It occurs to me that I amn't making every effort possible to be involved, and I want to you know. So here. I would like you to strike up a conversation on a whim, ask me questions, and just talk to me. I want to get to know you all, because I'd like to be more involved and hang out and all that.
Basic Info
Anima Soul - It loosely translates to Soul Soul but lol i insert an of
Mick Kreiger - Me.
I'm Fifteen!
I'm Scottish!
I'm Bisexy, have a preference for men and i have a crush!
Play the Music, and lose yourself in the words...and comment at the end.
The rhythm was intoxicating in the club, he let himself just dance along the floor. Enjoying the heavy scent of sweat, the constant moving of bodies, the intense heat. The flashing lights dancing as fast as the music. The heavy bass notes pounded in his ears, running through him. The tune of the music and the singing making him lose himself in a reverie of the dancing.
He pressed and twirled and laughed and giggled, dancing with every man that wanted to, dancing with anyone that wanted to. Kylar was totally lost in the music, his body just dancing for as long as he could. He felt the touches, he saw the glances. He was being stared at. Kylar was used to that kind of thing.
It should have been guilt or sadness that filled him with the thoughts of his manwhorishness, but instead it was elation. Elation that eyes were on him. Excitment that men would pinch his butt occasionally. He was sexy and he knew it, and that made him feel great as he continued dancing in the music.
His thin body floated through, he got closer to the center. It wasn't enough that only the people around him were looking. He wanted everyone, staring at him. He wanted to be in that flashing spot light in the center of the floor. It was there he wanted to be, there he needed to be.
There weren't that many girls in the club, but he could feel them staring. Hoping he would choose them. Kylar wouldn't of course.
Because I want people to get to know her. So please. Join in the interactions blog, play with me. You can request anything you want.
A thing that irritates me by the way. If I'm constantly in charge of every single direction of conversation, I will get bored.
Human Roleplay Starter
She sat on the bench in the middle of the park, the sun carressing her face. She sighed, playing with the white lower section of her hair. The thee coloured hair had already gotten her many looks since she had come to the land of the living. Unfortunately for the time being at least, she was stuck there. She was on assignment to guard the town for at least a year. She was beginning to wonder if this would be her permannant station. Could she go no higher? Was she condemned to protect one part of town for the rest of her spiritual existance. She felt dread just even considering the possibility. She hated being in human form, but she had to remain in it for now. To be an Angel Reaper all of the time she would need to assess whether anyone or not could see her for who she was. To make sure they wouldn't get involved if a Grim Reaper showed up. She sat lonely. She missed her friends in the Spirit World.
Deer Roleplay Starter
She didn't quite understand what was going on. She had become a deer, in a forest full of magical deer. She seemed to have lost the power to leave her body, and her wings had turned into the Madama Butterfly form to protect her power to fly. She was confused and frightened and alone as she wandered quietly through the loud forest, full of deer, who seemed to keep running away from her. That made her feel even more lonely.
Her body felt like it was floating, a surreal drift through space and time, where it all meant nothing, where the complexities of life were gone. Gone. Every sense was gone. She held no emotions. Fear departed. Joy Left Her. Sadness was fleeting. She simply felt at peace. Like a numb void. Yet in a positive way.
"Transition at 42%," She vaguely heard. She didn't care. Nothing mattered. Everything was like an endless dream as she drifted through the void of space and time, in a place that was everything yet nothing at all. It was as though she had been human and had suddenly become an Angel Reaper. The transition between them felt like this, it felt like a dream of neverending serenity in the void of nothing.
Eternity stopped.
She felt herself fall into a body, restricted and bound and yet free. Like she had been put in a human body, but one that possessed all the features of her Angel Reaper form. Her soul could occupy the body without being pressed into itself. She breathed slowly. It appeared she was in a breathing body this time. Sometimes the spell didn't require breath.
Her eyes opened.
Trees were below her, was she flying. Floating above the trees? How was it possible. She couldn't feel the usual beat of her wings. She couldn't feel the magic surrounding her to prevent her from falling. How was she staying above the ground? It wasn't possible.
She dropped from the sky.
She hit the groundwith no force. As if she hadn't fell at all. As if she had been there right from the beginning. It made no sense. She examined the area around her. Nothing felt real, yet it was. She could feel the input from her senses returning to her.
Life resumed.
She was a deer, but she did the best she could. Gaining a magical pelt, and mask and antlers. She even gained her wings back in a different form.
