I tried. They got more worried.
Oh, I just don't tell them that I go on here. They have no clue what I do online (when I'm not doing homework), except that whatever it is, it's not porn.
The closest thing I ever got to "The Talk" was when I got my period. I kinda figured things out myself.
I suspect that would make them worry more, given the nature of their concerns.
Especially considering some of the reading material my mother suggests to me and vice versa. She's far too fond of adult detective/crime novels, and I'm far too fond of anything written by Stephen King.
No, the problem seems to be that for some reason I refuse to let them read over my shoulder while I'm online. It's not as though it's because I have severe problems with trusting people not to make fun of me. :smallannoyed: Noooo....
Apparently I got The Talk while my mum was pregnant with my brother.
Except I was three at the time. :smallconfused:
My Dad has a thing set up which logs the webpages we visit.
He knows exactly how much time I spend online and what I do.
It isn't good for my paranoia.
We should better Stop Talking before We fill another 6 pages of random Babel. Il just Finish my Homework And Il make a pic.
Oh and Zanil: Heh. Im growing up in a completly Different enviorment than they are and I almost laugh when they think i Dont get what they are talking about but i do. You know I have a Natural Sensor Within me? Like when I watched titanic when I was only 8 I never remembered her being naked.
I never Recieved The Talk and I doubt I ever will. I always knew where babies came from.
Yeah My parents realy Trust me but when I was 8 they went to hard on me and made me afraid to tell anything negative so its realy hard to stop lying. It just sorta imprinted onto me.
We're pretty open. The one thing they won't let me do is get a lock for my door (Because my brother keeps running into my room when I'm getting dressed, refusing to leave my room when I want to go to sleep, and so forth.). But whatever.
Also, both my parents are lawyers and thus have several ranks in Sense Motive. :smalltongue:
Of course, once you lose that trust, you're not getting it back...
At least it's not totally irrelevent.
Ditto. Sort of.Quote:
Yeah My parents realy Trust me but when I was 8 they went to hard on me and made me afraid to tell anything negative so its realy hard to stop lying. It just sorta imprinted onto me.
Closing whatever I'm doing on the computer has become a nervous twitch which I do even if I'm just doing homework, or something else completely innocent.
Part of it might be that I assume that whatever people say to me is a thinly diguised threat which anyone else would be able to pick up on, but which stupid antisocial me is oblivious to.
So to me, saying "you spend a lot of time on that website" may as well be saying "you spend too much time on that website, stop being so obsessive and do something useful or I'll reprive you of the only contact you get with other people."
Which of course depresses me futher and I come here to forget my sorrows.
I loved both the new Tiasal pics!
I liked all the Allegiance updates, Sereg. After the final one I couldn't stop giggling and thinking, "Miko finally got her Treasure Type O!"
Squee'd at the new fanservice, Yiuel. And I liked the start of the OotS Jr. story.
Can't wait to see that new chapter of Orphans, Nathander.
I figured we probably wouldn't see much of Aandy until the giant confrontation at the gate (yes, my sense of drama tells me that the mega-illusion's sense of drama will ensure that everyone will conveniently arrive at the end of the maze (or what looks like the end of the maze) at the same time), since he strikes me as high-level enough to handle all this stuff on his own without too much trouble. Same goes for Xykon, and same goes for Tsukiko now that she's with Xykon. I also suspect that Redcloak will somehow find out V's pregnant within the next few chapters. Haley might have to ditch Roy and Elan and keep going on her own if/when she realizes that they're way to wrapped up in there dream-worlds to come out without magical assistance (although I can also see myself being completely wrong about that). I have no idea about the rest of the Order. I also expect (well, more hope than expect, really) that there will be some big reveal about the mysterious singing creature that's gotten a little screen time. Probably just before, just after, or during the aforementioned big dramatic confrontation at "the end". Hope that somehow helped.
Hope to see where that story's going soon, Kyuubi.
Welcome, Gosh!
Interesting update, CapedLuigiYoshi.
I hope to post When in Rome (the title I'm using for my "OotS goes to cheap Ancient Rome imitation where mythology is real, meets Pygmalion, and a bunch of crack ensues" story, which will have multiple pairings) later today or maybe tomorrow, if anyone's interested (I know Coffee probably is).
All the self-shipping and ficcer-shipping fics and pics made me smile. Especially Asta Kask's letter to PlayElf and CoffeeIncluded's pictures. *forks over $75*
Hm... I might try to get in on this shipping yourself action (after I finish When in Rome and Chapter 3 of Hinjo x Tsukiko), but what--whoops, I guess I mean who--to do...? Shiny x Roy? Shiny x V? Shiny x MitD? Shiny x Tsukiko? Shiny x Nale x Sabine? While Thog remains distracted by playing with Shiny's puppy downstairs? Anyone have any suggestions?
*sigh* At last I'm all caught up. I guess that's what I get for not getting on for a few days.
And here, lo and behold, a pairing with two not-so-good people, involving a somehow-good plot device:
Spoiler:redcloak: "Tsukiko! There's intruders in the southern district, I need you to take care of them!"
Tsukiko: "Umm... I'm coming, give me a sec!" :smallredface:
:redcloak: "Alright, don't take your time, it's the resistance!"
A little while later, in the southern district:
:haley: "Belkar! That witch is coming, prepare to kill those undead! And what is SHE WEARING?!" :smallyuk:
:belkar: Jumps out of the pineapple pot, daggers raised, with a devilish grin on his face "Let's get this done." :smallamused:
In a split second, Belkar sees Tsukiko coming around a corner, wearing what seems to some costume made for people who serve tea, possibly those who clean. It looked hot too, she made it so, and as he stared, Belkar lost all track of time and was entranced by the woman running towards them with a murderous look on her face.
Tsukiko: "What are YOU looking at?!" Tsukiko screamed loudly at Belkar. Though she made her face and tone hostile, he looked kind of cute there, staring, drooling even.
:belkar: Snapping out of it as the woman yelled at him, he looked up at her face, threw his daggers in random directions, hitting undead left and right, and ran towards her, hands raised in anticipation. "I... I uh..."
Tsukiko: What is he doing? She looked at Belkar, puzzled. "Oh, little man!" Suddenly realizing what he came running towards her for, she opened her arms wide.
To be continued by your imagination...
I don't quite know how far we can go, but this is very PG and not explicit, though somewhat suggestive.
You can try to guess what the plot device is... :smallamused:
Thanks Meg. :smallredface:
Yay Shiny! I can't wait! :smallbiggrin:
As to what you should use? Anything you want.
I've got a good Coffee/V idea that I'll type up later today.
With extra emphasis on ears! :smallbiggrin:
Enjoyed it... how?
On an unrelated note, the easiest way to get your parents to trust you is to not do anything untrustworthy. At 16 I could tell my parents that I was going to a friend's house where there would be drinking (keeping in mind the legal drinking age here is 19 and I had a lot of older friends in highschool), and I'd get a green light. My parents would ask me if I would be drinking, and I could honestly tell them no. 16 Years of scrupulous honesty allowed me pretty much free reign all throughout highschool.
And here we have yet another double entendre.
Meh, a little honesty during the boring years goes a long way during the fun ones. But yeah, trust is one of those things that's hard to get back after it's gone. Like innocence. Or sanity. Not that that's in any way related to the thread. *cough*
We have too few shippings!
...
Look, I made cookies. Old family recipe. Guaranteed to have no strange side effects what so ever.
Sorry to hear you've been having a rough time, Saeyan. :smallfrown:
Pretty much the same thing for my parents and I. They know full well that I'm not exactly innocent, but they don't seem to care as long as I'm not breaking the law.
And I'm sorry I haven't been more active as of late, I blame my antidepressant and Left 4 Dead 2. So here's a picture I drew a few months ago, but never posted 'cuz I'm lazy like that. Also, the scanner messed the colors up a bit, so sorry the quality's not better.
Hey, look what I can do!
*Sticks the entire banana in my mouth...
And chomps it to a mushy pulp. With my mouth open. With exaggerated chewing movements. So everyone can see*
*Speaks through mouthful of pulpy banana*
Hey, wanna know what happened to me a few weeks ago?
You know. I just Realized how incredibly Disturbing I used to act. I actualy recieved the same kind of pleasure one recieved from looking at a pretty painting from Fantacizing about killing people. And Not Just killing people, killing people in the most inhumane and pianfull ways.
THATS MICHEL MUYERS KINDA TALK! THATS JUST DISTURBING!:smalleek:
What I lost my temper and hurt somebody! What if I hurt somebody I liked! What if I actualy Killed Somebody!
Is this what emotional isolation does to a person? Can I prolong my insanity from bieng on this thread?
Hopefully this thread will help you maintain a semblance of sanity.
Also, doesn't anybody want to hear about what happened a few weeks ago? :smallfrown:
Oh the point in time when I went ballistc.... Heh * Bites tounge in awkwardness*. It was simply the last week of vacation, the day I found out one week of school was added. Sorry, I know trolling is bad.
On a side Note I lost my homaphobia SUCK ON THAT! (That sounded wrong).
Well if your reading this I guess I might as well tell a Deep secret of mine, Ive Kissed more guys than I Have girls.....Pleese Dont tell anybody! Its not like I do not like girls just Im a Curiose child...
What can this thread not cure, Homaphobia, fear of Pedophiles, Insanity?
What Happened Coffy? Im ready to hear any problem youv got.
Like I said, How can I enjoy that pic if im not into opposite gender relationships?
Can I not pay the $50? I'm trying to save the money for college stuff I'll eventually need.
Hmmm... I think I have that same problem (and I have actually read those kind of books around my parents) I think it's the fact that I wrote it so it's personal, almost like a diary (although I wouldn't post my diary online :smallbiggrin:).
EDIT: have idea for crack-pairing, Hayley's dad x Snarl. Expect it sometime in the near future.
Some dude: "Liar liar pants on fire!"
Me: "I'm a dragon. Dragons don't wear pants"
Some dude: "Damn dragons and their nudity"
So Coffee, what happened?
Wellcome to the club pal. Its called Chaotic Evil. Its okay. I have done that as far as I can remember and Iam normal. Its like some people have sexual fantasises about being raped. As long as you dont do anything wrong or stupid its okay. If you wanna talk about it pm me. Whats wrong Coffee?
That too. That too.
I actually do find it funny that some people consider her Evil already. Why is that?Quote:
I wouldn't worry about it. Perceptions of characters are flexible, but they tend to change depending on the story, not the order the stories were written in. It's easy enough to accept a different interpretation of a character as AU, and therefore making that character interpretation no more relevent than any other (since some people already seem to think Tiasal is irrevocably evil, but I certainly don't).
I think that I'll work on it then post it. This will require some good writing. *cracks knuckles* And a strong stomach...
Oh! That's what you're worried about? :smallsmile: Actually, most of the time, if I say 'maybe' then it probably won't happen, but at the same time, it may. When I use ambiguous language, I mean it to be ambiguous. I'm not above putting out red herrings or misleading my audience so I can really jump them. And besides, I only have the basic framework of the plot with a few specific scenes in mind, and I'm not above changing all that if a character develops a certain way.
Interesting, interesting... :smalltongue:
My parents care even less than that. I have a very serious view of the right to freedom and privacy and get positively vicious at the mere idea of parents taking advantage of their power over their children by putting spyware on them or giving them blockers or something, so my parents know to leave well enough alone. I have a good record of always being honest when it mattered (I'm not above bending the truth so that it's technically not a lie but it's still misleading), and they trust me to not give my name/address/number out to anyone, so they don't care what I look at online. As for stuff like porn, they have a bit of a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. My brother and I can do and look at whatever we want as long as we are careful about any creeps or viruses.
Can you tell my parents are liberal? :smalltongue: (They actually have a pretty effective system going on. As long as we tell them and we're careful about it, we're allowed to try alcohol and the like. It takes that 'rule-breaker' feel out of it and it loses it's appeal, so while they allow it, we almost never take advantage of it unless we're at a party and they're serving champaign or something.)
Oh, and I've been spinning out this other story. I think I'll call it 'Dumped on the Rooster'. Bonus points to whoever gets the reference. :smalltongue:
Spoiler“Welcome, students, to the start of a new year.”
Rows and rows of blue hoods sat in the chapel, staring up at the woman talking at the podium, pale hands with flawlessly manicured red nails tapping sharply against the hard wooden surface. It was like this every beginning of the school year. None of the students could pick out a difference in the woman or in her presentation, the same way none could see a difference in the building that sheltered them. These things were the same at the start and end of time.
“To those new students, welcome to the Lethe Academy community.”
A cloaked student with pale delicate hands shifted, crossing thin arms. The student sitting next to it leaned to the side a little, a couple locks of red hair falling from under the blue hood.
“Here we go again,” the student with red hair murmured very softly.
“Do not speak. You know how she hates it when we speak.”
“You are the chosen few allowed to attend our school. Many of you come from less well-off backgrounds, and we at Lethe Academy are happy to elevate your status if you will do your part.”
The stained glass windows stretching up the steeple glowed softly with the last rays of the twilight sun, letting the images of various gods fighting, tricking, and loving each other radiate light for a last few minutes. Signs almost as big as the windows were hung on the stone walls, looking out of place against the gray, medieval architecture. They were a list of rules. Every letter was bolded. Every other word underlined.
‘Infractions that Earn Swift and Immediate Punishment:
PDA
Cheating/Plagiarism
Swearing
Use or Possession of Drugs or Alcohol
Possession or Use of Weapons
Fighting
Sexually-Based Activity (THIS WILL ALSO EARN IMMEDIATE SOLITARY RESTRICTION FOR THE FEMALE INVOLVED) (What counts as sexually-based is interpreted by the administrators on a case-by-case basis)
Tampering or Destruction of School Property
Disrespect Towards Administrators
Cruising (Leaving Your Dorm Once You Have Signed in and it has Closed for the Night)
Illegal Activity
Walking in the Woods After Dorm Closing Hours’ and so on. More and more rules always added, to the point where most people simply assumed that everything but doing exactly what the teachers told you to do was against them.
“The Lethe Academy is one of the most renowned boarding schools in the world. The faculty is rigorously tested before they are allowed to work here. The facilities outside of the arts and science halls are all kept in their original state from over a hundred years ago.”
Two students were sitting nearly shoulder-to-shoulder next to the student with the red hair and the one with the delicate hands. The only sign that these students were different was that their hands were green and their nails were long and sharp.
Neither spoke. One only rested a green hand on the other’s shoulder, squeezing gently. The other student did nothing to respond, and that in and of itself signified the silent thankfulness.
“All that’s needed to complete the image is for your excellence, and I’m sure that we’ll receive it.”
The rows of hoods shifted and six students stood, walking to the podium in a swirl of blue, white hands like froth moving against the colors. They all stood in a line, facing the students, and pulled down their hoods.
“These are the school monitors. Recognize their faces. If they find out about rule-breaking, they will report you to me or your dean.”
Down the row, several teenagers, mostly boys, stood rigid. A clean-shaven boy with a full head of dark blue hair. A boy with a shaved head, a growing goatee, and scars crisscrossing every inch of his skin. A girl with short turquoise hair. A boy with thick hair the same color as the girl’s. A girl with long black hair and a serious face.
All had the school emblem on their breast, the three roads coming together at a black pool.
“I’m sure that I won’t need them to come to me.”
Quiet settled. The room dropped several degrees.
The students all tensed as one, anticipating what was coming next.
“And I’m sure that I do not need to remind you that anyone caught practicing witchcraft will be immediately thrown at the mercy of the courts and burned at the stake.”
There was a long silence.
The woman gave a fake smile. It made the tattoo of the skeleton dragon on her face look twisted. “Classes start at eight o’clock sharp tomorrow. Dismissed.”
---
“Lights-Out begins in a minute! If your lights are still on by then, you have an immediate restriction!”
A girl with red hair scowled at the frowning serious-faced monitor before scrambling from the bathroom, sliding into her own room with grace that could only come from muscle memory. “Elf, are you in bed?”
Elf, an elf with royal purple hair and violet eyes (and who the girl with red hair would have no idea which gender she was had she not been placed in the girls’ dorms), looked up from reading a simple leather-bound book on the bed, snapping it shut. “Miss Red, you should turn off the lights.”
Red rolled her eyes. “Call me ‘Miss’ again and this will be a very unpleasant roommate-ship.” She flicked the lights off, closed the door, and zipped under the covers, squirming out of her pants and bra under the sheets. They had only been given five minutes to get ready. How Elf had managed to wash her face, brush her teeth, and change into a nightgown and still had had time to read was a mystery for the ages.
Someone pushed the door open. “Sorry, guys—doors can’t be shut at any time.”
Red sat up, scowling and squinting at the light invading the room. “Turquoise, that’s ridiculous.”
The short-haired girl monitor shook her head, smiling ruefully. “Sorry, Red. The school doesn’t want anything funny going on.”
“And they believe that all the roommates will be copulating with one another the night they meet like wild rabbits if the doors are shut?” Elf asked irritably, glaring at the light coming in their room from the hallway, too dim to read anything by but too bright to comfortably sleep with.
“Hey, I don’t make up the rules. I just make sure no one does something that can get them in trouble.” Turquoise leaned against the doorway. “Look at it this way—we’re enforcing your oath of chastity.”
“Chastity can kiss my ass. I like sleeping without light and people pacing outside my door,” Red said sourly. “I can already tell that I’ll be loving this year.”
Elf paused for a moment, then sighed resignedly. “It is just as arbitrary as the rest of the rules here, but we lack the power to do something about it.” She rolled on her side with her back to the door. “Good night, I suppose.”
“Sorry, Elf. I’ll make it up to you and Red tomorrow.” Turquoise smiled fondly. “Pretend you’re sleeping. Sirius is going through the rooms to check if anyone’s talking. Did you finish up your water?”
Red shrugged, fluffing her pillow with unnecessary violence. “Of course. Both of us did. Why?”
“I don’t know. They just want you all to stay hydrated and not get up in the middle of the night to get a drink, so they tell the monitors to ask. Good luck with classes tomorrow.”
“You too.”
Turquoise disappeared from the door. By the time Sirius, the black-haired girl monitor, came at their doorway to check on them, they were pretending to be thoroughly asleep.
---
“Big brother, I don’t like this place already,” the goblin missing his left eye grumbled, pulling his uniform blue cloak off and putting on a pair of pants to sleep in. “I mean, they’re way too uptight about this ‘no sex’ thing. What does solitary confinement mean? Why is it that the girls are the only ones who get it if they get caught having sex?”
“Are you complaining about not being thrown there yourself?”
“No, but how can a school get away with something like that?”
The goblin missing his right eye turned away from his little brother, pulling on his own sleepwear. “This is a very prestigious school. It reforms a lot of troublesome kids and sends them off to good colleges. They insist that strictness is key to that, and the rest of the world is willing to overlook some moralistic and sexist policies.” He looked back, smiling fondly. “So if you plan on sleeping with the girls, make sure they don’t get caught or you’ll find yourself running out of them quick.”
“You know me. A real Casanova.” The younger brother smiled and sat on his bed. “What about you? You seriously need a girlfriend.”
“I like to focus on schoolwork, thanks.” The older brother shrugged and smiled. “Besides, with all the rules they have surrounding stuff like that, it’s more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Nice to see that you have some sense, but let’s see if you keep thinking that way once you see all the girls.”
The scarred school monitor hung by the doorway politely, glancing in and doing a visual sweep of the room. “Especially Demon. She has any boy she meets on strings.”
“I doubt she’ll get Big Brother.” The youngest brother looked back at the older amusedly. “I swear, it’s like he’s a eunuch.”
“And it’s like you want to be thrown out of school,” the older brother countered, a smile playing across his face. “Besides, not everyone wants to sleep with whatever girl throws herself at him.”
“Eunuch.”
“I bet you don’t even know what a eunuch is.”
The scarred monitor chuckled softly. “This argument will have to wait for the morning, Patch, Crim.”
Crim, the older brother, nodded, settling under his blankets. “I don’t know about you, Brother, but I want to be awake for the first day.”
“Classes are painless when you sleep through them.”
“Not when the teachers catch you and drag you off to be beaten. I’m only going to cover for you three times, then you’re on your own.”
The monitor chuckled softly again. “Maybe you shouldn’t be talking about this in front of me.”
Patch glanced over at him, giving a sly grin. “We know you won’t report us, Scar.”
“Just remember that I’m a monitor.” Scar yawned. “Now sleep. Whether or not you want to succeed, it’s always best to be well-rested.”
“Sure thing, Scar.”
He smiled ruefully, turning off the lights and leaving, keeping the door open in his wake.
Thoughts? (Don't worry, you should be confused. :smalltongue: )
Confused, and yet intrigued. :smalltongue:
And I already hate that school in a nails-across-chalkboard cringeworthy way.
...And why is Tsukiko in charge?! :smalleek:
Well that's okay then.
Good to know our freaky fetishes are entirely normal.
Let's shout about it from the rooftops.
Oh Crap. School Setting. I hate school settings.
This seems like it could be a very interesting AU story, Water-Smurf (though you're right, it does confuse me a little.) :smallbiggrin:
So regarding the club house.
Who will be getting rooms close to mine?
*Chomps down on a random pedestrian* Nomnom
I think that:
Demon: Sabine
Scar: O-Chul (Mr Stiffly)
The brothers: Redcloak and Right-Eye
Bitch at the beggining: Tsukiko
Like what? *Tries to look innocent*
*Stomach rumbles*
...Traitor :smallannoyed:
I'll room next to Closak.
Dragons are useful to have around; so many ingredients....
Dragon Mucus anyone? *Sneezes at Zanaril*
...*Sets an elf village on fire and eats the mayor*
Where's the ABD?
Since Closak is the most evil of us I am obligated to room near him.
any good characters get free dragon teeth for weapons! (my dragon teeth. Not Closak's. he'll be mad if I do that.)
Okay, I'm back! And here's the story:
Okay, so at the improv class, the one where I was getting sexually harassed, a few weeks ago, I got my revenge. CoffeeIncluded Style....
When I went up for a skit that day I was thinking of a way to get my revenge on the boys who wouldn't leave me alone (They kept making sexual comments that culminated inaseveral propositions for me to do...Things on them a few days before this) I remembered that I had a chocolate Tootsie pop in my bag...
I stood up, in front of the entire class, and unwrapped the lollipop, then began licking it in the most suggestive manner possible. There I was with that chocolate Tootsie roll lollipop. Licking it, sucking it, making little happy noises, the works.
So, every guy in the room was staring at me and the lollipop in shock and wishful thinking and the teacher was about to drag me to the dean's office...
When I chomped down. HARD. The lollipop cracked in half, and in full view of the class, I started biting and crunching the lollipop with my mouth wide open so everyone could see the lollipop get pulverized in my back molars as I scraped out the Tootsie roll center with my teeth. Then I gnawed on the stick.
Imagine the guys' expressions! :smallbiggrin:
And nice work, Water-Smurf!
*raises eyebrow* Fascinating. The mysterious bits like the hooded cloak uniforms and the witchcraft warning have definitely piqued my curiosity. Not to mention the characters' "names" lend a sort of creepy feel to the whole thing (it feels like they're all using codenames/aliases (of course, for all I know, they are) which makes it feel like they're either in so much danger that they must protect their identities or they're up to something sinister). I'm pretty sure I know who most of the named characters so far are, but, just to check one, is Sirius Miko? I'm curious because I have the feeling that out of all the characters you have in this story, Miko would probably appreciate her punny name the least. :smalltongue:
Coffee, that story made me literally lol.
Coffee: Well played, I must say.
Trying out a third version of my avatar. I think it's better than the first two, but still not great. Made it too small. Ah well, maybe I'll be inspired to do a better one later.
{Scrubbed}