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[argentumangelis]

Changed my URL from vxzeroangelxv to zerotheangel

[phoenixfire262]

Well, the very intelligent vxzeroangelxv just lost an hour of our gameplay on KH2 because he's a bloody idiot...well done

[phoenixfire262]

NAME YOUR 10 FAVOURITE CHARACTERS FROM MOVIES OR TV SERIES OR BOOKS, THEN TAG 5 FRIENDS

I was tagged by the amazing goddamnrichpeople so thank you very much :)

I’m going to struggle with this because I suck at remembering things when I need too, but also because I have way to Mich free time and watch a lot and read a lot. Anyway, here goes in a completely random order:

1. Newt ( The Maze Runner) 2. Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) 3. Michonne (The Walking Dead) 4. Dean Winchester (Supernatural) 5. Pippin (The Lord of the Rings) 6. Fred Weasley (Harry Potter) 7. Lock(The Nightmare Before Christmas) 8. Charlie (Supernatural) 9. Natasha Romanoff (The Avengers) 10. Tate Langdon(American Horror Story)

There are a lot of others that I love though, so I’ll add a couple here. Minho (The Maze Runner), Queenie (AHS: Coven), Gabriel (Supernatural), Peter Quill (GotG), Sam Wilson (Captain America 2) and those are only the first few that popped into my head.

I’ll tag cantsleep-cantbreathe , nedisnotonfire , save-wills-dogs , unic0rn-h0bbit and vxzeroangelxv Everyone feel free to do it though!

(Also, sorry I didn't tag you guys properly my phone sucks :/)

[yourshitisweak--x]

For Thanksgiving

Lewis: You’re an asshole and sometimes you piss me off, but I love you. You make me laugh so hard and I’m glad I met you. MaddieWaddie: You listen to my horrid singing and my lame pick up lines. I know I’m difficult, but thanks for everything. You mean the world to me. And your dad’s name is Michael and he used to ride motorcycles. MarcoPolo: We don’t talk much, but when we do It’s the most interesting conversation. I hope we can get closer! Brogan: My bunny’s name is Versace. She’s not a dragon either. Carley: I’m grateful that I have this angel for a baby sister. You’re such a sweetheart. You have to be the strongest person I’ve ever met. Whether It’s you fighting cancer or fighting those bad guys as a super hero. You are the most important person in my life and I’ll always be here for you princess. Mom: You and I together are gross. How people tolerate us is beyond me. But I love you mom. You’re an amazing mother. I’m thankful for the rest of my family as well . I’m also thankful for all my followers! You guys are so awesome. I hope you guys have a great Thanksgiving, and if you don”t celebrate Thanksgiving, then have a good day. ❤

[argentumangelis]

Elderwood

Nature rose around her, an embrace like a cocoon. Pine logs stood around like stalwart walls, the only walls she had ever known. The sun filtered in through the verdant leaves, bathing the clearing in a soft light. Not blinding, yet not dim. Perfect. She stood in a clearing about twenty meters across, admiring the serenity around her. In the clearing, a small monument to the forest was built, a promise from the humans outside, to never set foot in the ancient home of nature itself. It was a great slab of stone, standing proud in the clearing she called home. The engravings were worn and illegible, like the scrawl of a child. The Elderwood was her home, and in turn, she was home to the energy it released. The force of nature grew inside of her, a pale warmth, capable of lighting the night, if she so wanted. Many called her a witch, if they caught sight of her. Monster, woman of the forest, sinner. The race of man were ignorant to her powers. She was a Nymph. A forest Nymph to be specific. She was born of the Amaranth tree. Vibrant red hair hung from her head like a curtain and her eyes were a strong emerald, which would glint in the sun. Her skin was faintly tanned, leaving her with the face of a goddess. The humans called her a Sylvan, a ‘forest wraith’, a creature made of leaves and rage. They feared her and her brethren, simply for not understanding them. She had heard the stories. ‘They have taken the forests from us, they are rightfully ours!’ Such an obviously human term that it had made her chuckle with mirth, if a tad mocking. The forests bloomed around the points of Life, strong energies untainted by the forces of man. These forests centered around great trees, a vessel for Life. The names were lost to the aeons, but children of the forest called them Gaia, after the mother of the forest. These Gaia helped nature bloom around them, their mighty roots spread across great expanses of land, always growing. The forests themselves lived through their children, born from the Life held in the great trees. Not a ‘true’ birth, such as that of the humans, but true to the Nymphs. The Gaia brought them to life, in a flurry of morning dew and leaves. Vitality birthed from nature. The Nymphs were born from the Elderwood tree, far up in the sky, among its strong branches. The Elderwood was a tower of wood and leaves, giving the forest life. Opaque, cloudy pods hung from the trunk of the enormous tree, among the leaves, bearing the fruits of the forest, its children. The Nymphs were born from the pods, released in a flurry of leaves, fully formed, and ready to learn. The spirits of the forest were their teachers and their guardians, until the Nymphs were old enough to take over that job. The humans knew of the Gaia as Elderwood Trees, named after the monuments erected by humanity, to warn people not to enter the forests. They were the same as the monument before her, set around the forests as a warning. They were far better maintained, thanks to the fear of humans. “The realms of forests across this land have been sealed off, as a treaty with the Children of the Forest, entry is forbidden, and will be met with severe consequences.” She had caught a glimpse of one of them while skirting the edge of the woods as a child, playing Guardian, the job she had gained now. She wore a flowing dress, pale green and ruffled, with the hem around her knees imbued with the leaves of her birth, created by the Elderwood itself, for her job as protector. She could travel quickly around the forest as a flurry of leaves, and used such tricks to scare off nosy humans. Her name was Amara, the Guardian of the Elderpine. Her hands trailed along the rough bark of the tree she was standing by, still watching the monument. It was coarse, and unyielding, filled with the power of nature she was so accustomed to. The forest could just as easily defend itself; she was there to deal with any intruders. She knew of its strength, of its power. Voices swirled around the monument, eruptions of panic and shrieks. “Please, spirits, be calm!” She ordered, her voice as strong as the woods around her. Their frantic mutterings were quelled, but not much. There was still much muttering and whispers. Two came forward, brave enough to address Amara. Both had the visage of glowing balls of light, with delicate, transparent wings, like that of a butterfly, without intricate patterns. One had a soft pink glow, while the other had a bright blue one. Leila and Kian, two of the elder spirits, they were about at the time of Amara’s birth, and usually followed her on her travels. Kian was the first to speak, frantically so. “The humans are coming, with machines of war.” Amara’s composure cracked a little, a worried look covering her face. The twitching, muttering spirits by the monument didn’t help the situation. “What are you talking about Kian, we are peaceful with the humans.” Despite herself, she was questioning her statement. The humans had never once drew near the Elderwood, at least not in the large numbers Kian was alluding to. “We can show you, meet us at the west edge of the woods.” It was Leila who gave the order as she disappeared, followed by Kian. Leila was always the calm one in a crisis, Kian just worried frantically at a moment’s notice. Amara burst into a flurry of leaves, launching towards the western edge, dodging between trees and any animal in her way. She stopped by a wall of pine, climbing the steep trunks, rematerializing into her proper body as she grasped onto a branch, standing atop a sturdier one. Through the leaves, an ominous wave of dark cloth, with glints of metal, moving ahead in a march. That didn’t catch her eye as much as the small town a long way off behind them. Kian and Leila appeared by her shoulders. “How did we not see this?!” She asked with an anger, untouched for years. Kian mustered up the bravery to speak for both of them, he also felt anger rising in him, almost as angry as Amara was. This place was the home of the spirits just as much as it was the children of the forests. “We’ve been so preoccupied with the safety of the forest that we were ignorant to the advances of the humans. It looks like they’ve constructed a mining area near here.” He was right. The spirits taught the children of the forest much about the humans, including their cities and civilizations. Mines were used to gain materials like metals and rocks to further the construction of their cities. This was clearly a mining town, sucking out the minerals of the world for their selfish needs. “And now the send an army, for what?” Leila fluttered about beside Amara’s head. She would be fidgeting if she had hands. Never had they seen such a large congregation of humans moving towards them. “I have no idea, but I’ll push them back, it’s my job. Bring everyone to the Elderpine, they'll be safe there.” The spirits hummed in agreement, racing off back towards the monument to warn the other spirits, and herd the creatures of the forest back to safety. Amara stood from her crouched position in the branches and steeled herself for the encounter. The humans had never been a threat before, and she refused to let them be now. The slow moving wave of warriors had grew closer, some faces visible to her keen eyes. Strong men and women, stocky, carrying a contraption she had never seen before. A mangled piece of wood, curved, with a centre piece and handle. They held them close, pointing them outward. The unknown weapon struck fear in her. Behind the first row of soldiers, more were pushing magnified versions of the wooden weapons, loaded with huge spears of wood. She launched forward as a flurry of leaves once the warriors had drew close enough, exploding with leaves of dark red, amaranth beauty. “Leave this place, humans! You have no right to our home!” The league of soldiers stumbled back in horror, halting the progress of the war machines. The handheld version that all soldiers were carrying were pointed at her in an instant. The roar of the crowd shocked her, with insults being hurled at her, many getting ready to attack. A man pushed his way through the crowd, a polar opposite to the warriors. A scrawny man, of average height. The soldiers dwarfed the man with the receding hairline, and deep set wrinkles. “We have claim to this land, heathen! And we will take it!” His voice was surprisingly strong, for such a meek figure. He inspired his warriors as they roared in agreement. Never, had Amara required her abilities for more than just scaring off a few lost humans. Now, she would need to fight the upcoming threat. The warriors took aim. “Fire!” The scrawny man moved back through the sea of cloth and metal, as they released small spears of wood and stone, raining down upon her. She clapped her hands together with a force stronger than nature itself. The earth burst and ripped, raising itself in front of her, catching the arrows mid flight. The warriors stood in awe of the abilities Amara displayed. She appeared atop the mound in another wave of red leaves. “You have been warned!” She roared, raising her hands to still the fluttering amaranth leaves, bringing her raised arms down in a shower of razor-like leaves. They wouldn’t harm the armoured soldiers to greatly, simply leave them cut and wounded. The warriors screamed in panic as she took the stance, ready to unleash another spell. The captain of the soldiers called a retreat, pushing the scrawny businessman out of the way, much to his disgust. “Get back here and fight you coward!” He roared, chasing after the captain. She could just make out the interaction between the two. A sly assurance, the nod of the businessman. The greed of the humans would not be sated so easily, she knew that to be true. After keeping an eye on the retreating humans, the spirits called to her, another screaming, cacophonous noise, this time inside her head. “It was a trick!” Screamed one. “A diversion!” Roared another. “The monument!” Leila’s voice was the only recognizable scream in the meld of voices. She could smell smoke before she saw it. Without turning around she burst into leaves, reforming at the foot of the monument. Heat hit her like a wave, smoke filled her lungs, and she had to stumble back to avoid the lick of the powerful flames. The wall like pine trees were ablaze, a group of humans with contraptions from earlier were shooting arrows laced with fire at the trees and foliage. They turned immediately to see the Nymph by the altar. Most looked afraid, but one brave soul raised his weapon. Her pupils disappeared, pure green as she screamed in rage, vines erupting from the ground, slamming into the warrior, crashing him to the floor. “Quickly, open fire!” The leader of the group called to his flame wielding soldiers, brandishing his blade, as the rest of them aimed their weapons. “Human scum!” She screamed again, vines launching around to knock away the ranged units, some crushed to the ground, others thrown into the fires of their own creation. She disappeared and reappeared before the leader. Before he could react, amaranth leaves swarmed him, slicing across him without remorse or thought. He died, unrecognizable. Her rage slowed to a stop, bodies strewn about her. Spirits swarmed the location, their magic stopping the flames that were coursing through the trees. Ash sprinkled around her, the spirits watching Amara with shock as she fell to her knees, her eyes returning to normal. Tears fell across her ashy, bloodied face. The spirits had stopped the fires burning her home, but the fire within her grew strong, with resentment kindling the flames. The ash slowly settled to the floor, a graveyard of grey. The Elderpine mimicked her pain, allowing silence to fall over the bustling forest. Flames would grow all over the world. The Elderwood was alive.

[kidkytes]

vxzeroangelxv replied to your post:vxzeroangelxv replied to your post “My god I woke...

I’ve been sleepy as hell and doing lots of essays. Where the hell have you been?

Working, dealing with bills, ill, stupid family drama, so much fun.

[kidkytes]

vxzeroangelxv replied to your post “My god I woke up at 10:57, I usually get up around 9:00 I must of...”

Lazy pants

Shut up Brogan, where the hell have you been anyway?

[actualtrottimus]

I just have this hilarious idea of Lomadia appearing at people's bases, causing a thunderstorm then being picked up by Nilesy on a broom like "Get wrecked bitches." I'm sorry you're my first yog blog and I want to fanboy with someone ;-;

omfg

may their victims rip in piss