http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Dragonheartt&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Dragonheartt en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:58:42 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/16434398/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/16434398/ Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:45:01 PST Superiority.

And what, I ask, is so qualifying of you? Why do you get all the flaming glory, the barely masked envy-- while I melt into the background, shouting so loudly that I can't be heard?

I don't need you, you know. I don't need any of the lies you spin ever so delicately, you spin them ever so fragile and pretty-- catching us like moths in the glare and dance of a candle's spark. I bleed, you see, not from any choice of my own... but if it is not mine own blood spilt, it will be the blood of those I protect.

You drag her down, and I bite your jugular in a vain attempt to appease the struggling demons inside your heart. Clawing at your skin, trying so hard to get you to see through your slitted eyes that you are hurting her whilst you breathe words of love.

I attack you vircariously, but no matter how vicious my assault, your damage is more. Why do you do it? Is it because of your appearant power over her? Do you feed off of her pain, a vampiric sinner that hates without reason or faults required? I drag you down, destroy the attack that is now, but your words linger devistatingly near, hovering over her shoulder and creeping into her ears.

She follows you again, weeping with joyous pain, and I howl behind my bars, Can't you see?! He's leading you to hell...

You are the devil's own prodigy child... in a smaller sense of the word. You invade all crevices of thought, shrouding the tomb-house with fear and superiority.

And now she's moving away from you. You snarl and leap after her, taking a chunk of her heart with you as I beat you back. This emotional struggle within her is noted and stored away in the back of my mind, more ammunition with which I attack your claims of innocence.

Come closer-- I dare you-- and see what I can do to you. I have sharpened my weapons of mind and bone, and I will take you down should you rear your ugly head here again..._Sanctuary...

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<sub>I do not ask for attention. I do not ask for love. I do not ask for devotion. Yet it seems that people cannot live without knowing every second of every hour that someone has thought about them. Ask me not the reasoning behind this-- I simply ask to be left alone. Traitors and two-faced mercenaries; carpets and haughty roofs.

I am not complaining of this, this is simply a fact. In my last three deviations, I get maybe one or two comments. I get no favorites. I get very few pageviews. I get no friend requests, nor do I ask for them. And guess what? I'm fine with that. Why can't you? This is the internet. Save your devotion for people you can touch, for people who hear the music you hum while you're working. Lives are not meant to be built with one's fingertips.</sub>

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/16329330/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/16329330/ Wed, 09 Jan 2008 12:28:33 PST _{I am not your heroine. I will not save you. I am your heroin. I will destroy you. And you will come back begging for more.}

This war machine has been retired from the battlefield. It has been placed in a storage to rust and hate mindlessly... waiting for the power to rot or for the need for war machines again.

Rust. Rust. Rust.

Numbness...

And a bitter hatred for mankind.

So weak.

So very, very fragile in their weakness...

Yet create something so strangely strong as a war machine.

This one is defective. This one feels, thinks. So this one is gone to the warehouse... could not be fixed. Could only be shut down.

So say the words, you see the glow.

Leave.

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/15533029/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/15533029/ Fri, 16 Nov 2007 11:56:10 PST
All I ever hear now, from every mouth, is a different story on how I ruined their lives.

Again. And again.

And I imagine that this could be true, it probably could be, but I can't stand it any more. I have stopped drawing, and writing, and talking. I rarely eat and when I DO decide to pick up a pencil, it is to draw the same skull. And yet, and yet, I still work myself into the ground and deeper, for what is possibly the only thing left for me.

I cannot begin to tell you, whoever "you" is, how much I wish I could undo my actions and feelings as simply as pulling a single string to collapse a blanket of weaves. And yet, through this self-indulgent metaphorical suicide, I would still be left with strings covering everything around me; still a blanket, but much more expanded and much harder to remove.

Burn it all.

Perhaps, one of these days, it will kill me. Perhaps, one of these days, someone will come along that I can trust not to hurt me when I'm already hurting enough-- brought upon self or not, with or without the urging thought of others-- and with that note, as sour as it is, I spit out with my forked tongue, as such it would seem, a string of flame, a blossom of acid.

Burn it all. _{fire is bright and fire is clean}

Your humour is lost on me. Come forth, my evils, and let them be portrayed to the world on their innocent white wings. Look between the feathers; there lies dried blood, and under thier perfect nails; the same.

White fangs flash an innocent grin, and for the moment, you're gone.

Did I plan it this way? Did I mean it to destroy myself as well, a bomb strapped to my heart?

High, on wings of fire, will my trust and faith flow forth; hark with its shrill screech will you understand, perhaps, the final calling of the end of the void.

I'm sorry.

But I cannot change, for better or worse, from a completely undefined creature with a broken past and a hazy future. I'm just looking to be loved. I found it, and I let it go. Because it was not fair; it was for naught to try; and to rub acid in the wound, to place maggots in decaying flesh, it comes. Repeating.

Repeating what I've already known, tried not to live again. Will you also consider taking my life away from me?

Burn it ^all.

<sub>I'm afraid... that it's no excuse... I'm sorry.

So sorry.

That I did this.

I'm sorry

That my war machine mentality has taken over.

I'm sorry

That I proved myself to be unworthy.

I'm sorry

That I never say sorry enough.

I'm sorry

That I hunger for human touch in an age of sterility.

I'm sorry

That I wanted something I could not have

despite all intentions

and love

I'm sorry

That I've pushed you to hate me

I'm sorry

That I'm too cowardly to face the anger

I'm sorry

That I prefer to remember good

instead of dwell on impossible bad

I'm sorry

That I cannot explain myself fully enough

I'm sorry

That I'm sorry

That I hurt

That I hide it

That I try to smile

but my face is frozen in place

When everything's dying

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

That I cannot cry.

I cannot smile.

I cannot grieve.

I cannot seize joy.

I can only observe and destroy.

I am a war machine.

What are you?</sub>

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/15301587/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/15301587/ Wed, 31 Oct 2007 12:41:26 PDT keep trying and trying
though it won't allow it
to be stoetic, poetic
overall pathetic
but you just don't get it
cause your heart's prosthetic
never again! never-- again!
close your eyes and... believe

And bring on again the blue eyed day, with its simple needs and desires that bleed me dry and fill me with venomous thoughts... distance between myself and oppressors and the closeness (of the moon's same distance) between what I cannot have and myself, my dark lovely so far away.

Perhaps because of love I feel hatred.

Perhaps because I'm full of love do I feel so empty.

I will ask you rhetorical questions I don't want answered, just to share my confusion with the same rhetorical audience that applauds demise and will gorge on fear and foe tonight; would it be that I could be a certain form of any creature, I would gladly become a vampire; should I suck out the love of the creature before me just as I cannot have enough, though it seeps from my eyes and fingertips. Or that I would be were, becoming just as swift and powerful, and just forget and unleash myself upon the world, fear trembling before me as I turn and forget. Forget it all.

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/15201414/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/15201414/ Wed, 24 Oct 2007 12:23:11 PDT 'cause if you do, then you would be telling a lie but

I warned you
what could happen if you should decide
to live your life from the 9 to 5
and I mourn you
for the detail that is left unsaid
is a reminder of the time you bled

Return to days when you knew you still felt alive
Reveal the way you felt when you could look inside

They've sold you
everything you need to fix you up
and you feel good now but you can't wake up
they found a way to reassure you
that everything would be okay
reach out today now I emplore you
to remember who you are

Return to days when you knew you still felt alive
Reveal the way you felt when you could look inside

So you felt it, but you don't know,
why you can't explain at all
why you felt it, 'cause you don't know,
no you don't know

Break the walls between building atrophy
causing all your problems to recede
break the walls between (break the walls between)
causing all your pain (causing all your pain)
you'll never learn

Return to days when you knew you still felt alive
Reveal the way you felt when you could look inside

(Break the walls between building atrophy)
Take back
The beat in your heart
Why fight
When you can't be bought?

(Causing all your problems to recede)
Take back
The beat in your heart
Why fight
When you can't be bought?

(Break the walls between)
Take back
The beat in your heart
Why fight
When you can't be bought?

(Causing all your pain)
Take back
The beat in your heart
Why fight
When you can't be bought?"

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus-- "atrophy"

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/14884818/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/14884818/ Tue, 02 Oct 2007 12:43:00 PDT Today is a blah day.

Yes, it is almost time for Homecoming again here at HHS. And for the first time in years, there's going to be a dance. The first dance that's ever even existed as long as I've been in HS, as a matter of fact.

So the time has come, it seems, for me to get sullen again that I am the only person who wants to go, but has nobody to go with. In my little coterie, or rather the coterie I hang around with, "love is booming". Not blooming, booming.

And so, with naught but a computer for company, it gives time for one to ponder. About what? That's really not what I'm up to discussing. What I am going to discuss (although my number of readers can be counted on one hand) is fate. My opinions on this issue is as follows, as I imagine a conversation would go:

1) Does Fate exist?

That pretty much depends on your beliefs. I, personally, think that some things may have a purpose from a greater source (Not a "god", par se, but a higher being) but not everything should be taken as such. IMO, people who base everything off of everything as "a sign" are stupid, immature, and small-minded. But people who also insist that you have zero control over your future are full of crap.

"Why did you get high and rob the store??"
"I had no control over it. I was hypnotized into everything; I take no blame."

2) So do you or don't you think that Fate exists?

In a sense, yes. You create your own fate; people can control it FOR you (e.g., suicide and aftermath); and there are things completely out of your control, such as where you were born. But what you do with that is completely your choice; circumstances aside, it comes down to the general nature of people and what they've done with their lives that creates what you can/will do with yours for the first few years. But then again, this is just my opinion.

3) Do you think that people with disfunctions (mental or physical) were meant to be that way?

Now, do not misconstrue what I say, but it depends on how bad it is. If you've ever seen "Rainman" (which I haven't; I've only been told of it) the character Raymond has an extraordinary gift. Although the movie itself is fictitious, but based on truth (I think), people like that can actually exist. Why are they like that? I don't think that any amount of science can answer that, which leaves it up to assumption. And after that, religion and beliefs. What's left after it all is superstition. However, not all the disfunctions are incited at birth; many could come before or even after. When it's after, it's simply depending on the situation that befell them; and whether or not it was alright for it to happen is completely a question of ethics and the side of the story that was heard (as people often tend to want to tip the side of the story into their favor). When it's before, it is on whether or not the parents were doing their job (e.g., NOT going on the carnival while pregnant; NOT doing drugs; or in general, ANYTHING that could upset the fetus's natural cycle and cause something abnormal to occur. Should it be completely out of the blue, while the parents did everything correctly, (which happens rarely but DOES happen), then perhaps the child has a purpose with which it is to serve. And if they do not serve any sort of foreseeable purpose, it is all the more curiosity-inducing to ponder them. If nothing else, simply affecting people who were around them into doing something else could be the purpose.

4) So you believe people are here to serve a purpose?

Does the stray dog in the neighborhood serve a purpose, or that exceedingly lazy cat on your couch? Do people deserve any more consideration when it comes to purpose? I know I'm answering a question with a question, but bear with me; I do, in fact, have a point. In all truth, when we are stripped of the fact that we have logic and technology and the ever-famous opposable thumbs, and we are stripped of all our glamour and ego and fame, and all is laid out in black and white; we are no better than animals at heart. Granted, we walk on two legs, but even the common dog can be taught to do so for a treat. So if we are here to serve a purpose, then every creature-- plant or animal or neither or both-- must be here to serve a purpose as well. But what of the purpose? Does it exist? That I cannot answer; I am, after all, only human.

5) If Fate DOES exist, and we DO have a purpose, what of when you can't fulfill it from an outside influence (e.g., relations or distance)?

Then would it really be a purpose, if you cannot fulfill it despite all effort? Or are you not trying hard enough? This is something simply a matter of course and time; and what you believe your purpose is/was/will be.

6) So when you die, is your p... ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/14385799/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/14385799/ Tue, 28 Aug 2007 19:07:21 PDT I don't care what shape they are, DON'T TOUCH EM!!

So, after a summer at working for the martial arts academy, I go straight from work to school... yay...

Hey Michelle I love you. Just thought you'd want to know.

Most of my classes seem to be fine, except for Algebra II; the teacher seems to be nice enough, but I don't see much fun in the future. However, that is more than made up in my AP English II class and World History!



I am going to be posting up a storm soon, probably tomorrow... but don't hold me to that, I might find something better to do than to listen to the scanner grumble!

For now, though, I'm going to go ahead and post a few of my poems... in one big old pile. Yay. Make it look like I did less work than I really did! Don't want people to think, "Omg, they just do poetry. What a drag. I don't want to read..."

And then there's an announcement of mine! And you know who you are, or you know who it's to....

IT'S BEEN A YEAR. I'M SORRY. STRAIGHTEN UP AND ENJOY WHAT YOU HAVE! I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING, AND I COMMEND THAT... BUT LET GO OF MY MISTAKE.

Fin!

Btw, if anything I write somehow offends you, deal with it. I have better things to do.

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/12709405/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/12709405/ Wed, 02 May 2007 13:39:01 PDT
^{Are we THERE YET???}

As those of you who read know, I was gone in California for five consecutive days, getting buried on the beach at the same time that my other friends were in Algebra. It rocked.

The plane ride-- three hours long, but nothing bad-- was more boring than I expected. Not because of the flying, because that part was fun, but I got stuck with someone who didn't want to let me either sleep, talk to anyone else, or even get up sometimes. I got serious wanderlust, but that was good because I had the opportunity to wander the parks with three other friends of mine! Unfortunately, my best friend went with another group, but our group made the best of it (e.g., linking arms and skipping to Disneyland's entrance, all the while singing "We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz" song )

We went to Disneyland, California Adventure, the Beach, Hollywood, Universal Studios... Our hotel had awesome food, a salty pool, and a statue of Kermit the Frog playing the Banjo in the foyer.

^{Fifth floor, away!!!}

Me and my other friend, Racheal (~artistchicky) were roomies as well as part of the same group (With two boys? Awesome.). She was complaining about everything, so I taught her a lesson. How? I made her troop up and down the stairs to our room and back. It was fun for me. She just about died.

Every morning in the hotel foyer they served EVERYTHING almost-- doughnuts, pastries, fruit, yogurt, sausages, juice, coffee, tea, bread, muffins, bagels, pancakes, you name it. I didn't eat much after the first day-- my appetite slimmed down considerably-- but it was still delicious.

^{Bright lights! White sand! Movie stars!}

When we first got to Cali, we went straight to the beach from the airport. The water was so cold it made my legs numb, but after a while it got okay. Huge waves and huge feet made me go under twice. Michelle and April buried me, got pictures not only of me buried, but getting up covered in sand *I layed down wet*, and got sand in my bikini. So I had to go back into the ocean after being warm to get sand out inconspicuously. Bleght. I forgot to pack a towel so I drip dried mainly but I sat on Michelle's towel on the tour bus.

Right after I barely got out of the shower, we were getting ready to leave again! We wandered Hollywood, shopped outside of Universal Studios, took pictures of the marks of the stars, and laughed behind our hands at a half-naked guy painted up to look like some sort of monster thingy. No idea. But it was funny. We got to the hotel again after a few hours, and I went to bed.

In Disneyland, we spent half the day wandering the park before we met at three to go record in a studio. We were okay, but after the first song we did better. They gave us a DVD with our music to the corresponding scenes in movies, and sometimes it just didn't quite fit, but overall it was okay XD

After that, we were all too tired to go anywhere else BUT the hotel. We went swimming *against my better judgement! I hate water sometimes (unless I'm getting CLEAN), but I went swimming at the hotel every night with my friends* and I got ready for bed. Me and Racheal sat outside on the balcony and talked for a while, but went to bed. We were sharing our room with a whiney eighth grader and the band teacher's wife (who was, surprisingly, decent).

We spent all the next day in California Adventure, but not before crisis struck. Racheal lost her ticket, so everyone pitched in some money to get her a new one. She felt loved and embarrassed at the same time. At the end of the day, we met with everyone else at Toontown, but I and Racheal got very distracted by a very hot guy sitting outside one of the cafes. I got a picture of him on my brother's camera phone, but it wasn't very good. _{I am not a stalker... I am not a stalker...}

The next day, we went to Universal Studios. I almost met the cast of Desperate Housewives-- if I had, my mother would have just about melted my face off with jealousy. Too bad they were shooting. We went on a bunch of rides, and spent some time in the arcade doing DDR (We had to just about carry Tracy out of there, he danced so much he just about passed out). Our group's consensus? Disneyland was better. We were done at n... ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/8710403/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/8710403/ Mon, 08 May 2006 13:00:04 PDT
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood [link]
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears [link]
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession [link]
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have [link]
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

If I actually finish all of these by 2008, I'll give myself a cookie.

]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/7620743/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/7620743/ Mon, 16 Jan 2006 13:13:28 PST
For one thing, how could anyone say that you're beautiful if, in all likelihood, they don't have a clue about what you look like? How do you feel if, when you are mostly ignored, you see that someone has said something and it only requires work of you; you have to go and annoy other people, interrupt their lives, or whatever small time that they have, to go and do it all over again? When it means nothing, and only annoys most of us?

If, by some miracle, anyone actually wants to say something useful, feel free to say it. It doesn't even need to be useful! Just something that doesn't require me to ask you to stop.

If it doesn't take too much of your time, I would like to see just how many people pay attention to me and what I write; so, if it fits your schedule, could you say something, anything, just to let me know that I actually have some friends who care?

Lately, I have been feeling alone. And for good reason.

Thank you for your time; if you have even taken the time to read all of this, either you are bored, you actually care, or you like to read my rants. ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6812451/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6812451/ Wed, 19 Oct 2005 18:24:37 PDT tagged me... NOW I MUST PUT 20 RANDOM THINGS... I really didn't want to be tagged, but here goes....

1. I am younger than 18.
2. I LOVE dragons.
3. My first friend on dA was
4. I love to RP
5. I make a new character every few weeks
6. I am going to be a ring Wraith (off of LOTR) just to dress up this holloween.
7. I have several stalkers
8. Most of my drawings are on the computer...
9. But I can't post them because my external drive won't work
10. I am saving money for my own laptop
11. I am single
12. I live in Wichita Falls, Texas, US
13. I am running out of safe things to say
14. My chatroom is abandoned
15. I am writing about four books right now
16. I like to be alone in the dark
17. 17 is my lucky number
18. When I get my laptop, I'll be on a lot more
19. I've been really depressed lately
20. I am very close to backhanding some girl at my school, she pissed me off so bad today... and if she does it again, but harder, I won't stop until she is in IC

Whew... I am so glad that's over.

Hmm... I tag... and ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6751567/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6751567/ Wed, 12 Oct 2005 19:00:21 PDT [link] < This is the place. The place nobody goes to. I have rules, and everything... You don't have to come if you don't want to ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6742680/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6742680/ Tue, 11 Oct 2005 19:15:59 PDT
1. When OoC, use parentheses(), brackets[], or something to that measure to show that you are, in fact, out of character.

2. Nobody comes in here, really, so if you want, you can use this place for meetings, parties, or the like; if you are doing something not allowed in other RPing rooms, (say, something naughty) you can rest assured that the only person who comes in there mostly is me.

3. DO NOT CONTROL OTHER PEOPLES' CHARACTERS. This one's a biggie. What I mean when I say this is that you CANNOT CONTROL WHAT HAPPENS TO THE OTHER CHARACTERS. You may NOT say, "Andy punched Bob into the wall, and broke his bones". You CAN say, "Andy aimed a punch at Bob, hoping to hit him into the wall with enough FORCE to break some bones." The other person decides if they are hit or not; you may only kill off someone else's character if they say you can. This leads us to....

4. NO UNTOUCHABLES. Your character MUST have some sort of weakness; if they do not, your character WILL be deleted and/or you will be kicked out. If you persist, I, or one of my fellow peacekeepers, will BAN you. Capiche?

5. You will only be made a member if I or one of my fellow PK decide you will. ABSOLUTELY NO ASKING, OR IT WILL BE PUT OFF.

6. Keep the swearing to a moderate level.

7. Be considerate of others; although you are allowed to settle a dispute, and we will probably not stop you, we prefer it if you try to stay calm and don't get too fired up with your argument. Keep the LAIR a peaceful place... or as much as possible.

8. If you read these rules, know that the KW is sasquatch. I will probably ask you, and if you don't know, I know that you didn't read the rules.

9. Some interesting facts about our LAIR: One, it has a town, just like outside; it is just sheltered from the rain by the cave lip. Two, there is a forest around Baneglade, along with mountains, lakes, and other natural features. Three, the currency for Baneglade is G, for Gold. This only means little coins that are made from, or look like, gold; they have a wyvern on the head, and a wolf on the back. Don't ask why. Four, not only is the town full of shops and inns, it's got a wishing well- with a secret tunnel inside that leads to someplace WONDERFUL (I'm keeping it a secret ). Five, the cave is actually very dry, with tons of secret passageways and labyrinths of tunnels. But, if you get lost, you can just call for DRAGON and she'll come and pick you up. Six, the dragon might come down and mingle if she wants to- but you may not recognize her.

10. When the STFU AND RP rule is applied, Shut the fuck up and RP.



That is pretty much it- but most of the time the rules are lenient and only excessive talking will get the STFU&RP rule in motion. Try to have fun. ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6689328/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6689328/ Wed, 05 Oct 2005 18:11:11 PDT
Human Appearance

Race: Human
Weapons: Bow and arrows, hunting knife, and her favorite is a sword made from Mercury, (melting point of -27 degrees) deathly cold to the touch
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Appearance: She is taller and slim, with platinum hair and silver eyes. She wears tough leather armour and soft browns and greens for the cloth of her clothes. She wears a black glove on one hand. Her hair is long and is usually in a braid, tied with a small length of silver ribbon.
Abilities: Is very skilled with her weapons and stealth. Has endurance and average strength, but her life depends mostly upon her brain as she is evading the law enforcers- she is wanted in three continents. She will tell you if she sees fit.
Personality: She tends to be broody and silent; can be VERY FLIRTATIOUS at times


Alternate form

Race: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Sex: Female
Appearance: Looks like a dog/fox/wolf hybrid. Has no known abilities beyond speed, stealth, and strength. Has a slender head, body fur blue and markings in white running down its body. Fur is soft and silky, feeling like mist when touched. Has a proud white-and-gray fur crest on her chest, like a buck deer; has a white crest of fur running from halfway up her muzzle to her withers. Has white, rather poofy tail. Has retractible claws and is about twenty-five feet tall at her shoulder, allowing a human to be able to climb upon her broad back and ride comfortably.
Weapons: Obviously, teeth and claws. Other weapons are unknown.
Personality: Varied. Eternity turns into this when she is extremely sad, angry, or in pain.
Other information: Is almost completely different person than Eternity; has different way of thinking, acting, and seeking companionship. ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6642711/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6642711/ Fri, 30 Sep 2005 13:24:30 PDT
I am having some problems with my family. And I'm scared/confused. The only reason I am even writing this is for advice, so don't comment and say that I'm feeling sorry for myself.

Yesterday, my brother broke another rule, and though it really wasn't a big deal, he still got up in my mom's face. He kept arguing with her, and raised his voice, too; Mom called my stepdad, Paul, to help her reason with him.

When Paul got home, Asa (my brother) was shouting at my Mom, and Paul got mad.

Then he punched Asa, who is 16. Mom, appalled, tried to stop Paul, yelling at him that she called him home to help her, not hit Asa. She blocked his way and he threw her to the ground, and punched Asa again. Mom called the cops, and threatened that if he hit her or Asa again out of anger, he was going to leave. Asa was sent out to his room, which is seperate from the rest of the house, and they talked about sending Asa away. Paul wanted Asa gone within the week; Mom just wanted to get rid of him as soon as was seemly. Asa wants a plane ticket to go to his dads' in Wisconsin, but since we are fairly poor all we can afford is a bus ticket.

Asa, angry at Paul, thought that our red car was Paul's, although it is really Mom's, and he took a golf club to it. Then he went into his room and threw everything across the room to the wall; including a tv and a vcr. Then he went across the street and laid in our neighbors' yard.

My mom is taking everything out of his room today, leaving only his clothes and his bed, while I write this at school. Asa is in high school, and is older than I am, but I will not say by how much. I prefer to keep my age a secret.

I don't know what to do. I'm scared, and yesterday my best friend nearly got killed.

My life hasn't been going very well. ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6461243/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6461243/ Fri, 09 Sep 2005 17:48:39 PDT
Mood: Read the title
Listening to: Hello

Everyone ignores me now, although I have no idea why. If you love me, and don't want me to go away, comfort me.

I am contemplating not talking at all... perhaps then people can appreciate me...


Ah, who am I kidding? I'm feeling sorry for myself again, and I need to stop it.



If only I knew how...
If anyone has a request that has to do with fantasy creatures in terms commonly used, I would greatly appreciate a project.

I am running out of ideas.

Once again, if you don't want me to leave, say something; if you do want me to leave, or just don't see it, don't answer.

Just a thought.

Why is it called "after dark" when its really "after light"?
Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
Why do "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same things, and why does "wise guy" and "wise man" mean opposites?


Please read Whirlwings and tell me if I need to continue or not. ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6255271/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/6255271/ Wed, 17 Aug 2005 18:47:26 PDT <*

I have created three new characters for a book I hope to post- Liquid Stone. is super mad at me because I refuse to do only one story going on at a time (I have six) and only this one has the best potential for being posted... Although I doubt many would want to know the work of an eighth grader who everyone says writes post college level.

Akuma Itami, I'm so sorry that I haven't got the picture on yet!!! Don't be mad at me, I'm working on it every day!

If anyone is interested, I would like to have a lil thing going on where you try to draw my char (stole the idea from maxxandmart) and I'll decide whoever draws one best. Perhaps Sethrin in his human form? (he's the silver sixlegged dragon in my gallery) He's about seventeen, he's fairly handsome and has silver hair and golden eyes. That is, he does until five years later, when he gets to a point that he has grayish steel eyes and when he's sad wears a skull as a mask. More on this later. ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/5653474/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/5653474/ Wed, 15 Jun 2005 07:14:13 PDT
Name-
Species-
Abilities-
Weapons-
Appearance-
and anything you would like to add (history, personality, anything)

I put mine in a story-like pattern, describing each of the characteristics individually and not using the thing I put above.

You can put as many chars as you want, but no power playing- there has to be a weakness.

Thanx for using LAIRoftheDRAGON! ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/5559627/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/5559627/ Sun, 05 Jun 2005 10:52:33 PDT Favorite food: none
Personality: Prefers to be alone, although if you can get under her almost impenetrable armour and get to know her, she can be very helpful. The only ones able to get close to her without either dying or being mortally wounded are those who treat her with respect until they have gained her trust.
Appearance:Has black everything- black wings,tail, hair, scales, spikes... Her wings look like those of a dragon and such, and her tail is as long as she is tall. The tail has upward-facing spikes, her hands and forearms are dragon-like, and her legs have a dragon's anatomy. Has strange symbol upon her forehead- two intercrossed triangles. the one on the bottom is silver and is upside-down, the one on the top is black and right-side up. Her eyes are normally a deep gold, but change color with her mood.
Weakness: Her soul. If unleashed, it will wreak havoc upon the galaxies. She will die, and so will everyone else.
Abilities: Has control of all six elelments- fire, water, air, earth, spirit, and chaos. She can shape-shift, read minds, and communicate telepathically.
Age:23 ]]> ~Dragonheartt http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/5368472/ http://Dragonheartt.deviantart.com/journal/5368472/ Sun, 15 May 2005 21:02:25 PDT ~Dragonheartt