Not much was known about the princess who was stuck in the tower. There were rumors, of course - she was cursed or she had chosen to be up in the stone tower. Others even thought her parents had put her in the tower themselves. It wasn't true, because for as long as she could remember, she had been stuck in the tower.
And of course, what did she look like? Some men claimed her to be beautiful. Others said she was a unnatural, a freak, something of that sort. She wasn't either of those things.
For anyone who expected a blonde haired blue eyed princess, think again. The princess was average looking, rather pretty, but nothing really speci
Once upon a time, there was a princess who was trapped in a tower. The stone tower was guarded by a ferocious dragon, which ate all of the knights who had showed up to rescue her. Life in the tower wasn't so bad except for the trapped part, of course.
And once upon a time, there was a knight who had dared to face the dragon with something that was not a sword or a lance or a pack of well-trained dogs and men. The knight faced the dragon with charming words and witty conversation. The dragon was fairly pleased with this sort of person, and did not want to eat the charming knight. Instead, the scaly dragon grudgingly allowed the knig
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Ryou hated to be alone he had been lonely for so long that he'd become a rather clingy person. That crushing loneliness had been one of the only reasons he kept the Millennium Ring. It's hard to be lonely with a whole other person living inside your head, after all.
And Malik hated to be alone as well. Because when he was alone, the thing in his head became unbearable. It mocked him. It tortured him with it's very words. It told him nobody loved him Isis looked out for him because he was family, Rishid stayed so Malik wouldn't hurt everybody, and his own father didn't love him because what sort of father did what his did
Mariku could not live without coffee. Which is why he stood in a long line in a friggin' Starbucks. Because Bakura was a bitch. And because Bakura drank the last bit of coffee himself. And so Mariku hadn't even gotten a drop of coffee.
Mariku was naturally in a very bad mood.
The line was much too long for the impatient man's liking, as well. Some midget punk stood in front of him whilst whistling a cheerful tune. Mariku scowled at the punk and resisted the urge to whack him about the head, sighed, shoved his hands in his pockets, and waited.
Eventually, of course, he got to the front and ordered his damn coffee. He inhaled the aroma slowl
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"Let me out let me out!" The white haired teenager was shaking in the small dark room. "I'm lonely, I'm lonely !" He wailed out loudly over and over. "And it's scary it's scary! Please let me out, please! I'm so lonely and it's scary and I don't like it !" He barely stifled a sob as he huddled in the corner.
Nobody answered. They he'd left him. Left him, like everyone thought only made him wail louder. He'd been left so many times, by his father. And his mommy. And his sister. They all left him! "Alone " He murmured, as he drew his arms around his knees. Why does everyone leave him?
He sat th
Current Residence: The middle of nowhere deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small Favourite genre of music: Loud and morbid, thank you! Favourite style of art: Anime and writing Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Favourite cartoon character: A tie between all the Bakurae and all the Mariks. Personal Quote: Well you can go STFU cuz I'm doing it MY way.
It's been over a month since my last journal! D: I feel like I'm drifting away from everyone, even people I used to consider some of my best friends. I just...I don't know you guys. I just - and I can't - and I haven't - and ugh.
My art's even taken backseat during the past month. My art is NEVER put on the backseat. And this worries me. And then - and oh - and I just - oh gosh I can't take it. Everything is changing and I feel like I'm going to scream because it's so weird and scary and I miss so many things.
Who knew being fourteen would be this stressful?
So I guess I'm saying...that if I disappear in the next month or so, I might not
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2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what movie, TV, or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
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my millennium ring...broke. broke. i have to make a new one. i don't have any sculpy left, i don't know where my spray paint went and i don't have anymore twine. :|
not to mention that my wig looks like the second crappiest ryou wig i've ever seen. i hate my life, kill me now. it'd be like a mercy kill. or an honour killing for the ygo fandom. :<
and just i hate everything and everyone and it's not helping that my vagina's currently out to make my life miserable. all i ask for is perhaps a y chromosome so i don't bleed every month. and so it decides to bleed even worse >>
ok that was tmi even for me. you guys don't want to hear this but i
Hello! I am the third (usually MIA) admin of the Meyari fanclub. I just want you to know that I responded to your note.
I'm not sure if the other two will be able to see the response, and if not I will tell them the last bit myself, but I wished to give you my opinion on the matter.
Don't worry, I was mature as I could possibly be in the contents of my reply. You needn't worry of me being rude to you as well. <3