Yeah, I get you. Makes sense.
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mamagermany
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Apathetic Mom
STATUS: It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months. 8 yrs ago
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It's for everyone's own good that I've been away, because I've been a nightmare to deal with the past two months.
8 yrs ago
*basks in your attention*
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8 yrs ago
Sometimes I remember my school is frequented by pretentious, self-important fuckwits. And then I get sad.
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8 yrs ago
Finals stuff is about to come up. Responses will be sporadic.
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8 yrs ago
If my partners could not talk about the politics with me - I want this site to be my escape, and my thoughts about it are my business.
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Bio
Not actually a mom nor German
Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.
Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.
Not a memelord. More like a memebaroness.
Pretentious theater student, especially if you let me get myself started.
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I dunno, but I wasn't sure how Jonathan's bio would have made you feel that.
Okay, I see.
Wait, whose background gave you that feeling?
Super off topic, but I just gotta share this with someone because it amuses me so.
So I got this character elsewhere, I'm using her in a different RP off site. Her name is Violetá. And she's the pure child of a character. She's kinda quiet and very sweet and naive and sheltered and innocent and inquisitive, half the tie she seems like she's off in her own little world. She's spoiled and rich and loves beautiful, feminine things.
All this
and yet
She grew up in a very mountainous area, lots of pine forests and lakes and stuff.
So she's like the most feminine character I've ever made.
Except she likes to throw herself off cliffs for fun.
She's a cliff diver and a boulderer, or a free solo climber.
This probably means nothing to you but it amuses me so much.
(It's also even funnier because she's going to end up with this guy who's a space mechanic and is always doing crazy mechanic things and she's gonna scold him all the time for being reckless and doing dangerous things and it's like
says the girl who walks off cliffs because yolo)
Super off topic, but I just gotta share this with someone because it amuses me so.
So I got this character elsewhere, I'm using her in a different RP off site. Her name is Violetá. And she's the pure child of a character. She's kinda quiet and very sweet and naive and sheltered and innocent and inquisitive, half the tie she seems like she's off in her own little world. She's spoiled and rich and loves beautiful, feminine things.
All this
and yet
She grew up in a very mountainous area, lots of pine forests and lakes and stuff.
So she's like the most feminine character I've ever made.
Except she likes to throw herself off cliffs for fun.
She's a cliff diver and a boulderer, or a free solo climber.
This probably means nothing to you but it amuses me so much.
(It's also even funnier because she's going to end up with this guy who's a space mechanic and is always doing crazy mechanic things and she's gonna scold him all the time for being reckless and doing dangerous things and it's like
says the girl who walks off cliffs because yolo)
One stab to Elizabeth's heart is only fair at this point, really.
It's funny, when I came up with the idea of Elizabeth adopting Jonathan, I didn't for a second think it was going to impact their reunion like this. Really, I didn't think of how it'd impact the reunion at all.
It's funny, when I came up with the idea of Elizabeth adopting Jonathan, I didn't for a second think it was going to impact their reunion like this. Really, I didn't think of how it'd impact the reunion at all.
I mean, it should be bad, but we're writers and we thrive on imposing pain on our characters, so I say it's alright.
So he really would be alright if he died?
Damn.
That's even sadder.
I remember how we once talked about needing to find something that would hurt Elizabeth as bad as how she hurts him. We might have found it. That'd break her heart, that he'd still prefer death. And then it could get her thinking how he asked her to let him die and she refused him, and now she wouldn't be able to make herself kill him. It might make her feel that she's truly failed him so much.
Yeah that wouldn't have done much. Might be look like a little more than a cat scratch.
Damn.
That's even sadder.
I remember how we once talked about needing to find something that would hurt Elizabeth as bad as how she hurts him. We might have found it. That'd break her heart, that he'd still prefer death. And then it could get her thinking how he asked her to let him die and she refused him, and now she wouldn't be able to make herself kill him. It might make her feel that she's truly failed him so much.
Yeah that wouldn't have done much. Might be look like a little more than a cat scratch.
Maybe. I dunno right now. I gotta get through thanksgiving before I start really making plans.
That's kinda depressing but at the same time I like it. If he said it like that, she'd probably brush it off, not taking it that seriously, but a little relieved he doesn't truly want her to try.
Yeah, he probably would. Vampire skin doesn't really heal, so if any of his attempts resulted in anything, it'd be there forever.
That's kinda depressing but at the same time I like it. If he said it like that, she'd probably brush it off, not taking it that seriously, but a little relieved he doesn't truly want her to try.
Yeah, he probably would. Vampire skin doesn't really heal, so if any of his attempts resulted in anything, it'd be there forever.
Like two, two and a half hours apart. Not really what one wants to spend so much time on on Christmas, driving on the highway. Yeah, I have no idea how to reasonably spend both of their birthdays with them. I'm gonna spend a fortune on gas.
Alright. I was kind of figuring as much.
Hah, that just gave me a great idea for a moment. When they meet again, Elizabeth (who's of course going to be incredibly bitter towards him) might oh so helpfully offer to kill him herself if he still wants to die so badly.
She probably thinks she means it, but if by some chance he calls her bluff, she definitely wouldn't be able to kill him.
Whether Jaspin knows that for sure is up to you.
Alright. I was kind of figuring as much.
Hah, that just gave me a great idea for a moment. When they meet again, Elizabeth (who's of course going to be incredibly bitter towards him) might oh so helpfully offer to kill him herself if he still wants to die so badly.
She probably thinks she means it, but if by some chance he calls her bluff, she definitely wouldn't be able to kill him.
Whether Jaspin knows that for sure is up to you.
There was no impact.
He would jerk awake soon, after some time impossible to distinguish. He would awake in a massive room with ceilings seemingly as far away as the sky, with black pillars reaching up and masses of jagged red glass hanging down like fireballs ready to fall. He would awake in a wooden chair, his arms bound down by leather straps. And he would awake with a few inhuman creatures around him. To his side stood a slender creature clad in dark armor, their face covered and with daggers hanging from their belt. In front of him stood the masculine one with face like cracked stone. And next to the masculine thing, sat the white woman from a moment before. She sat before him, leaning to the side, her legs crossed, in a throne of obsidian and red opal. A black cloak lay around her shoulders and her body, flowing about her like tar. She watched her bearer as he awoke, calm, collected, assured.
"He's awakening, your highness," said the stone-faced creature beside her.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" she said with soft amusement. "It thought I was some surface creature gone mad, can you imagine that?
"Very foolish, my liege."
"Yes, I know. It was an interesting change of pace, though, very amusing." She smiled at the man in the chair before her. "Get up."
He would jerk awake soon, after some time impossible to distinguish. He would awake in a massive room with ceilings seemingly as far away as the sky, with black pillars reaching up and masses of jagged red glass hanging down like fireballs ready to fall. He would awake in a wooden chair, his arms bound down by leather straps. And he would awake with a few inhuman creatures around him. To his side stood a slender creature clad in dark armor, their face covered and with daggers hanging from their belt. In front of him stood the masculine one with face like cracked stone. And next to the masculine thing, sat the white woman from a moment before. She sat before him, leaning to the side, her legs crossed, in a throne of obsidian and red opal. A black cloak lay around her shoulders and her body, flowing about her like tar. She watched her bearer as he awoke, calm, collected, assured.
"He's awakening, your highness," said the stone-faced creature beside her.
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" she said with soft amusement. "It thought I was some surface creature gone mad, can you imagine that?
"Very foolish, my liege."
"Yes, I know. It was an interesting change of pace, though, very amusing." She smiled at the man in the chair before her. "Get up."
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