[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;"]i can agree on the fact that sand makes the experience with the beach not a great one, but a good one. though, i guess you can say sand is the bane of everyone's existence, especially sea creatures who are unfortunate enough to be beached. the only reason i like the beach is because i was born in florida and we went to the beach frequently. i loved how the ocean is clear to where you can see the bottom, but i live in virginia now and the beach is
shit. too murky and i've had friends get bit (or nipped) by fishes and not being able to where it came from. so, i only swim at the beaches in florida and it's been 3 years since i last went down there for family. i do hope that i am able to go back down there for this summer, but i only have a week of summer break since i'm in college and have accelerated classes (i'm in a 2 year and a half college). who knows what will happen.
shrug
ahh, i've been writing for about 7 years now? i joined ff back when it was wcrpg when a friend from deviantart introduced me to the site. of course, like any person new to role-playing, i was used to:
unlike where you actually type out sentences. i cringe look at my old writing. i look through my old deviantart account to find some of my writing and here is what it used to be:
[spoiler=lmao apparently i didnt know what punctuation meant]"So that's what we did" Feathersong meowed."Hmmmm interesting" Brindlestar murmured.Feathersong looked at Brindlestar wondering what Brindlestar would do since she gave her the report."If they do it again-" Brindlestar said slowly.Feathersong looked at Brindlestar paying attention to what she has to say."then we will pay them a visit" she finished.Feathersong nodded her head."Until then do not you hear me DO NOT take this matter into your own hands" Brindlestar said looking serious at Feathersong."Yes I understand" she said."Ok then go off and be with your clanmates" Brindlestar meowed dissmissing Feathersong.She dipped her head respectfully and padded out of her den."So what did Brindlestar have to say?" Bramblenose asked.[/spoiler]
i learned over time how to better punctuate and such after getting accepted into the advanced part (i'm so old i cri. the old days of wcrpg. bb reminds me everytime i get on of what i miss). i found my own way of writing (i swear i've had plenty of writing styles, but some people like it, so i won't complain too much about it) to the point where it is now.
[spoiler=from one of my current muse children, deadboy]The sight fills his with an emotion he hasn't felt in awhile: Love. Not, not love as in a romantic way, but it makes him think of sibling love. How Joey would care for him when they were young kids, abandoned by their parents for unknown reasons. How they made sure he was well-fed despite being hungry themself and not having enough to eat due to Jo being 10 years old at the time. It brings the demon on the edge of tears as he begins to think about it, trying his hardest to not break down and
cry. He missed them. He missed Joey. He missed having a whole family where everyone was happy before shattering and breaking one day. He missed the familial love.
He missed it all. Now he fears it and knows he's beginning to spiral back down again with Nameless. (Failure. Worthless. Good for nothing piece of shit.
Calm your fucking self before I fucking slap you. Sorry.) He takes in a deep breath and hangs back in silence for several minutes, watching Circe be the first to interact with James. How they go up to the fawns and give them a sniff, and he feels himself stiff out of uneasy. There's no telling if James might snap, but why would he if he asks for help with the young deer. The demon stays within the shadows of the mansion, thick tail drifting over the floor as fiery orange eyes continue to watch the scene unfold before him.
Don't be a wimp. He's not taking care of them, so there's no need to worry about them, right? (Yes,
yes. They're James' problem and if they get hurt then it means Deadboy isn't going to hurt on the inside. It won't hurt his mental health. He'll be fine.) The clouded leopard emerges from the shadows as he pads over in a lazy walk, eyes flicker between the fawns before they fall on Circe. She seems to know what she's doing, or has a good idea, at least.
"Well, deer eat plants since they're herbivores, so plants?" His head nods down to the plants and berries the canine had offered to the children. He goes quiet as he begins to think over his words before he speaks up.
"They appear to like you so.." He drifts off in a way to indicate of keeping them and maybe more.
"Are you going to name them?" None have talked and he can only assume they're selectively mute, truly mute, or can't understand them and are unable to communicate. The former is his favorite, or well, more favorable since it seems they have nothing wrong with them, but who knows. All he can do is keep an open mind.[/spoiler]
i love writing yet hate it at the same time. i still believe i can do better and only hope to do so. also, i'd love to roleplay with you as well! i have some characters i plan on getting some private threads for and all you have to do is let me know, and i can offer up some of my kids that might be good for any particular plot. c: oh, and i should mention i apparently can't read or write? i have so many errors in posts to the point where i cringe and want to die, and the sad part is i wear glasses a lot of the time. oh well. c':
yes, i am ben
ben the ho
the ultimate ho