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Oh, my dear sweet Satan...

I asked for the original lyrics for "I Forgot What A Metaphor Was" from DT, and what do I get?

"OMG MUVO WAT'S THE FILE NAME I KEN'T FIND IT. D: *emo tear*"

And how, ex-ac-er-telly, am I supposed to know any more than she does? Jeez, it's not like I have any say in it, I'm just the puppet who goes "lalala RAWR shakaboomboom" (aka, the most awesome pupept ever).

So, taking a pessimistic view on the thing, I'm gonna ay the original lyrics were lost in the great Accatel crash of I-don't-freakin'-remember-when.  Which is just fantastic, what with  nobody actually remember what they were.

So the best that can be done now is to find the original set, but that's just one sheet of paper or so among a couple if thousand. Joy.

Right now I feel like the band's falling apart... which is the most retarded thing ever, since there isn't actually even a band and it's just bullshit fiction and I'm just bullshit fiction. But I don't know, there's just so many things that have fallen apart in recent times, that I can't help but think this really isn't needed...

You know what's annoying?

For the RBN track "I Forgot What A Metaphor Was", the chorus-echoey bit is almost a word-by-word copy of the echoey bit in Hawthorne Height's saying sorry, except the RBN version has Erik on guitar playing during it. It's frustrating as hell, especially considering none of the team have actually heard the track until recently. It might have gotten into the writers head via TV or something, but something that subconcious...

It's annoying as Hell, I guess that's all I have to say. And it feels odd even thinking about rewriting the words... gah. >_<

It's annoying, because the concept is sound, and musically the echoey bit is nothing like that. But the words are the frikkin' saaaame and I don't know how it happened. Gyayeheressdassssdsssssss...

'Scuse me, I don't have a notebook or anysuch handy, so I'm gonna start rambling about my origins and how it all works out and stuff. Yeah. Nobody's expected to get it, I'm just trying to get myself a clearer picture.

•  'Kay, so my birth is the easy thing - vampire with demon. I'm not gonna go into the whole story of my birth thing, because I hate it.
• So,  vampires are just these unlucky sods of humans who need to drink other's blood to keep themselves alive, because they sacrifice large amounts of their own stuff for other purposes. I'm not too sure how it all works out, but the amount of blood lost is equal to the amount of power gained, which is why the really wicked guys kill any human they drink, because they need too much blood ofr the guy to survive... that, and they're greedy gits and always go drink surplus. They're prats, but I suppose they don't have much other choice...
• ..And because of all their blood sacrificed for power stuff going on, getting bitten sends you on a pretty much one way ticket to hell, which is how my ma came about. And in Hell, they're generally all pretty good, because they don't have physical bodies down there so nothing needs food or blood. However, they don't have the magic... hence why they tend to get caught up in the affairs of demons, which can.
  
• And as soon as they get caught up in that, it's signing a proper old death warrant, because blahblahblah you know what demon's do, I'd really rather not talk about it.
• Which leaves me as the bastard offspring of such a pairing after my da' buggered off. This is the part where things get confusing, because the amount of power a halfbreed can get from their oflks tends to vary. On my ma's side, I got the fangs, OCD when it comes to rice, a need for blood to fuel me, the bat form, the general human-ness. From my dad's, the wings, more extremeity when it comes to bloodlust, the claws.
• Now, keep in mind here the blood=power rule, and bring in to account the fact that this is Hell, where I don't need blood... and where a demon can use magic. So if us halfbreeds can stay alive long enough to figure it out, we can get pretty damn strong, pretty damn fast. So once one's matured enough to get their powers usable, most guys don't bother them. So for a life in Hell, we can have it pretty good. We could left alone.
  
• Now here's the part where I screw things up by running out of Hell and cheating.. death or the dreamscape, my memory's foggy.... one of those, and got to Earth.
• Earth where I do need blood if I want to use magic. But still have my demon powers.
• And here we should be able to tie it off rughly. Say I'm here in disguise, hiding out as a human from summat, and I don't need blood because I don't use magic anymore. But that's bull.
• Something happened when I first showed up here. Something happened involving me, and this world, and all the denizins of Hell (a platry number, but tough enough to stop me standing a snowball's chance) which should have foun me and got me back. Something went wrong, and something stepped in and changed all that.
  
• And here I am now, and I can't even remembered exactly what went on. All I know is I ended up lying low in a city and adjusting a little further, and eventually started hanging about Erik's private school, met him, etc etc...
• But here's the thing that's been bothering me... the afterlife. In Hell, if a demon died, that was it. Nothing else. I don't know for certain, but it's probably the same for vampires. But now I'm here, and I'm... I dunno what I am, but I'm slightly human at least. So does that mean if I die, I go back to Hell? Or to somewhere beyond that? Or can I just... never die.
• I wanna know what happened to me that I had to forget. I wanna know what I did, because now I'm stuck not knowing if what I did was good or bad. I hate that...
• And now I'm stuck here on yer reality, and without dark magicks from Hell I'm practically nothing.... especially if I want to avoid having to drink. And I swear I do. But the thing that made me forget is here, and I'm pretty sure it's behind what happened to Erik. I think it's going to keep going after my friends. I ain't worth the life of my friends. I want to know what it is and stop it.
• I've got help, mind... this human world helped me out a little. Thanks to it and all it's 'umans, I can keep flying and feeling and knowing and waiting without anyone's blood needed spilled. Woo

*glances over list*

..Yeah. I'm really freakin' confused, but that's still a little less than the norm. And wow, vampires have some surprisingly detailed stuffs going on about them...

Dear .netters...

THE LORE!

IT'S IN THE FREAKIN' LORE!

IT'S NOT THAT HARD!

You know what? I'm sick of all you jerks out there who're all "OMG COFEEEE! I WANT COFEEEE! I HEART THE COFEEEE GOD! NOCOFFEEEZOMBIEBHURRRBRAINSPLZ?!"
TEA HAS MORE CAFFINE THAN COFFEE. YOU JUST LIKE IT COZ IT SMELLS. AND YOU DO TOO. :'<

I AM WRITING A SONG ABOUT TEA TO SHOW YOU ALL!

Srsly.

It's gonna be all about tea, and how much better it is than coffee, and how it's milky and milk is good, and how you can overload the sugar and GET HIGH ON TEH TEA! YES, MOTHERFUCKAHS, YES!

That, and I can give the whole 'one lump or two' thing murderous, vengeful overtones. Or make it look like I'm secretely singing about cancer, I haven't decided yet.

It's gonna be brilliant. Watch this space, I'm telling ya!

I am so scared right now.

This could be it. It could really be over.

God.

I didn't imagine anything like this. I mean, how could we? It's not the kind of thing a puppet would see coming. They just expect things to keep going, to keep living their lives with the flow of the story.

I mean, if this is the end then there'll be nothing but the dragontamers.net to prove I was anything. No Muvo, no Erik, no Random Band Name, no Shiroi, Moorlands, D Floor. I'll enver see Accatel, I'll never even know what bloody happened to him when he dissapeared before the end.

Damn it, damn it, damn it. I think this is hitting the puppets harder than the actual author, heh. Then again, she can't tell anyone, can she? Sworn to secrececy, kept in silence, tell no one. It'd do anyone's head in in.

I mean, we're here for her. By God, we're here for her, through thick and thin, there's no way in hell we'll let her fall. We got her. We're holding on. But... I'm just so scared right now. I know what Accatel's been feeling like since DT2 ended.

Heh. It's all about Darkness, isn't it?

"Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles.

That song gets to be every time. Neko randomly downloaded in because Brendon of PANIC! At the Disco liked it, and yeah...

...It was Erik's favourite Beatles song. He'd play it whenever he got all angsty. I used to joke about him over how sappy it was whenever he tried to get me into them.

I guess it's just because it's coming close to Easter that it's getting to me. He loved Spring, that bleedin' fag.

Heh.

*sigh*

Holy shit, an update.

Yeah, I haven't had much to say lately. I'm just sitting back and watching the catastrophic process that is creating Moorlands (psst, my forum mates, that's the title of yer 'book three' :D). I've been pretty quiet at the .net recently, I dunno why. I just feel kinda drained right nor. This goddamn '3rd book' has cuased so much trouble... I'm reflecting the feelings of the author right now pretty accurately. Absolutely wasted.

So yeah, creative outlit no. I don't care, a LJ quiz. And after that, upstairs for some writing and MCR. Thing'll get fun again some time soon.

1) What's your character's name? Muvo
2) How old is he/she? I have no idea. Old enough for booze to be legal, that all that matters.
3) Is your OC a boy or girl? Guy. Though drag's fun.
4) What's his/her race? Bastard offspring of a vampire and demon. So yah, like yer average vampire, I'm human enough at a glance - but tick me off and I've got a little more than some poxy fangs to show off, haha.

Appearance:
1) If this character were to suddenly become part of the 3D world, and ended up in a heavily-populated area, how many stares would he/she get? Shit, if it was sudden, I'd be looking to attack something and I'd have my wings out... so yeah, I'd get one helluva lotta stares. Which is why if I'm gonna appear anywhere randomly, it'll be a nice dark ally somewhere quiet... like Scotland. Gawd yes, nobody expects stuff like that up there. I always catch 'em unawares.
2) Is your character considered normal in his/her own world? Ha, yeah right. I got kicked from bloody Hell for being too moralistic... that, and getting sick of the place... and those asses over at the vampire covens and stuff all think I'm a bleedin' laughing stock because I'm melanistic.
3) What would be his/her most recognizable feature(s)? The fact like I'm out of place everywhere? The fact that I have no idea what I even am anymore? I dunno, you tell me, I don't judge by fsckin' appearances.
4) Would you consider your OC as attractive? I'm hawt as hell, honay, and not even the dear author girl can escape my allures... but she's a kid, so yeah. Don't touch the kid, leave the kid alone. Heh.

Personality:
1) Idiot: I'm an arrogant git, but hardly an idiot.
2) Does your character ever get depressed? Sort of. Angsty isn't my thing. I get... uhm, is psychotic depressed a thing? I dunno. If I'm down, I usually get drunk and end up drinking off some poor sod, with just makes things worse because I get all guilty. I guess I'm stuck in this permenant angst-fest, where I'm all guilty and everythings all dark, but I don't show it. And yeah - if no one else can see it, what the hell is there to worry about? It's just in yer head. Big deal.
3) Leader or Follower? Neither, loner. But if he had to... I guess, because he can recognize people's flaws and weaknesses and gets pretty protective over people, he'd lead them. Front ranks, first to take the bullets. Shield all thosewho follow, y'know?
4)What is the main aspect of his/her personality? I don't know anymore. Maybe that's my main aspect. I don't have a clue. But yeah... I'm an opinionated, profane git, I'm violet, I fall to bloodlust too often, but if there's somone I really care about, I'm the nicest guy in the world. I just get lost in all this vengance and duty, and avoid actually caring about anything.

History:
1) Does your OC have a family of any sort? If so, are they still alive? Demons have a habit of raping stuff, then eating it. Nothing wasted. Since my mam got preggers, and the demon wanted a kid for some reason, she got to live 'till she'd had me and I was old enough to keep going on my own. So that meant I had to watch her get killed. Not much fun, but one hell of an eye-opener for a kid.
2) Is your character out on his/her own? If so, why? I fled hell... I dunno why. I guess I had something to do here, and I sure as hell got it done, and got all the demons who came after me done with in the process. So now I'm on my own, yeah... experiencing this beautiful world of you humans, loving every moment of it.
3) Has he/she encountered any traumatizing events? I guess, though it's my fault for causing half of them. There was me mam, getting the others off my back, meeting Erik and then saying goodbye, and then... heh, then there was Ellen.
4) What was probably the best time in his/her life so far? I haven't done anything worth calling that yet. I'm still trying to be something better, but I'm not quite there yet.

Romance:
1) Single? For the moment, yeah. I cant' seem to keep relationships too long.
2) Has your OC developed any romantic relationships? Yeah. I once had a boyfriend... this wonderful guy, and we thought the earth of each other. But things changed, and after that I eventually found a girlfriend... but it didn't feel right. He was the best.
3) Virgin? Gawd, it's sad that I had to Wiki that to make sure it wasn't referring to pregnancy. And nah, I'm not, heh. I like sex. Oh yah. ...Oh yah indeed...
4) Does your character like flirting? Gawd, yeah plz! I'll flirt with anything that moves, I swear it! I just love messing with people, making them show their true colours, seeing them blush... wonderful fun, all of it.

Symbolism:
1) What animal would you associate your OC with? A bat, I guess, since I can become one. At a stretch. I have too many powers.
2) Musical Instrument? Voice, though I'm hardly much good with it.
3) Element? Is Blood an element? No? Then, uhm, let's be cliched and go with Darkness. Or electricity. Dark electricity? Hell yeah, that sounds good.
4) Planet? Venus looks kinda hawt, but it's the girly planet, so maybe that explains that. Pluto's kind of cute, too, I like Pluto. But Earth is so damn beautiful... and of course, I come from it's very earth, or deeper down it, to the realms science can't touch but human minds made. So I think it has to be Earth.

Cue POV change to Neko

Showing the Love:
1) Do you draw your character? I draw his wings alot, his wings are cool. I love drawing wings. But I don't draw him too often, because I've only just got a haircut I like for him, and his anatomy (sp? Probably) is kind of tricky. He's all muscley, mainly in the upper body to support the wings. But yeah, I draw him on occasion.
2) Do you write about him/her? Heh, a fair bit, yeah.
3) Do you use him/her in any rpgs? Just the DTRPG. He's kind of godmode-ish and complicated for use anywhere else.
4) What other ways have you appreciated your OC? I have no idea. He has a puppet account on the .net, does that count? And he gets to roleplay. And keeps a livejournal. He's one privaledged sod. :P

RANDOMIZE!
1) Is your character wanted for anything? Yeah. Things get out of hand, he's killed before, but I don't think anyone's connected him directly to a murder. He's just really hated on sight  - I mean, he's a demon, you're supposed to kil lthem on sight.
2) What are three four weaknesses in him/her? He can be immobilised by rice - srsly, just throw rice in front of him and he gets all ratty and has to stop and pick it all up. He tends to go into total rages and use up all his energy pretty fast, and generally he needs a source of blood or electricity to recover from that, which can take a while to get. Also, his defence is pretty crap - he can attack well enough, but when attacked first or suprised he's pretty easy to bring down, especially if you can give him a blow to the head because he tends to get his thoughts scrambled pretty easily. Oh yeah, and because I feel like adding a fourth, if he gets stuck by bloodlust he has almost no control over his actions
3) Strengths? Flight (though it's one heckuva drain), can gain energy from electricity or blood, fangs 'n claws,  does have potentially deadly power.
4) Does your OC drink or smoke (ect.)? He drinks a lot, but doesn't smoke.
5) What's one quirk about him/her? When thinking clearly, he won't raise a hand to kids or women.
6) Does your character have any phobias? Gah, this is always a tricky one... he's afraid of loosing people close to him, his friends, especially since he has to work so hard to make any.
7) What could you do to get him/her into a blind rage? Being hurt by somone, having somone close to him hurt, the smell of blood.
8) Does your OC like chickens? I have no idea, actually. I don't think he likes chickens. He's fine with pretty birds - like swans, phoenix, peacocks, etc., but he doesn't like chickens. They're all dirty and mankey and ew.

The Final Question:
What would you consider your relationship with your character to be like? Complicated, to say the least. As just a character, with no connection to any story, he was created as this dangerous, foul-mouthed character who would yell blue murder at me if I did something stupid, emo, self-desructive, any of that, and if I felt I needed the sense knocked into me he'd get abusive in this mad mental fantasys. But it conflicted with his character, 'cos he was a nice guy, and he was just doing all that out of caring and was just as likely to hand over a chocolate bar as he was to give a lecture on the stupidity of the situation. So yeah, he was a character that cared, and when he got into the story he did become this guy who actually knows what my own character, Neko, is like and so is quite scared for her and really protective.
On the forum, his main purpose has always been to say what I feel, or more often what he feels, should be said. So if something goes badly pear-shaped, he's really supposed to be there so he can give as violent and profane a reaction as he wants, and I ca give a slightly more 'me' reaction. Kind of odd.

Hey, matey, since ya don't keep up with events at the .net...


In the Never Ending Story game, yhese ninjas showed up, and then...

They were owned by the ultimate by the ultimate and some kid whose name begins with 'S' too.

First line, when Neko randomly decided to go hint CRAZY. :D

Everyone celebrated because 'S'girl was called

Ooo, here things got rocky. Neko wanted me to step in to strraighten things out, but I didn't wnna, so she had to interject and sort things out..

- alright, 'S' guy... - ie, Superman who suddenly shockingly imploded into a small rat, which then

Hehe, glad tihngs veered away there, for the sake of spoilers, but still... I mean, you could still be a Superman, eh? A lucid dreaming Superman. Which is probably what prompted Neko to sneak in that other little hint at the end.

bit a ninja named Accatel, for his Computing skills (:D), who reacted by biting some soap and kicking Supermouse into war of-the-cats-game. He was eaten. Oh poor-old supermouse!

AW DEAR GAWD. This is the part you comment about, Shiroi. You poor, poor, sod. Not even the forum is safe from the curse of the tainted blood! THEY KNOW, KID! THEY KNOW ALL! O_O;;

Accatel smirked and tried to figure...

And so the story continues, with everyone unwilling of what they've just done. *snickers* Alright, kid, react away.

First up, let it be known that I hate rap with such freakin' passion. Neko's alright with Eminem, that's all, but her school are obsessed with the stuff which makes them all retarded.

Next up, I read this today. It's official, rap is crap, and Limp Biscuit are assholes.

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I tamed it down a bit. Before I was R18, ad even with that result I was only like... one point out of R18. Rawr, I'm awesome.

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Alright, so I can't comment on Neko's newest entry, but that isn't going to stop me saying what I need to.

I feel so, so guilty about all of this. I mean, I'm Muvo. I am the guy who, when the lass was forcing herself to throw up in the bathroom, mentally slammed her head so hard against the bath it left blood – and she made me do it, because she's self destructive like that but I was still the one and that hurts. Then in the PE field, there's all those bullies picking on her and when they and the teacher have gone she's standing my the fence forcing herself to throw up in some twisted attempt to get them to see how she feels, and I'm just standing there, powerless, while the only guy who tries to help her is some teacher from her head.

And let's not forget why I came here, eh? I was originally created as the foul-mouthed guy who yelled the hell out of Neko if she got angsty and, occasionally, hit her or hurt her somehow (I can't remember how many times I did, maybe I never). That was what I was there for, and that's the reason Muvo's so close to her in DT because though it never happened there I am still responsible for the angst just getting worse, and I have to repay her somehow. Heck, seeing how depressed I was what changed my character into the Muvo today – honestly, that is how it happened. It's just that hard for me, a guy who's been through one helluva time and just grown up not understanding about feelings, seeing a young girl like that.

And I'm just in her head but that doesn't mean if I was real I wouldn't try and help her. All we puppets are are the people who should have been there to help her, the people who could have been real – and anyone who wants us to shut up and tells Neko to stop talking to herself should try and figure out WHY she's doing this, because guess what guys, we are better than you. We are doing what nobody in reality can, and just because we don't fit with your definition of 'real', that doesn't mean you're better than us.

She is so lost right now... I've been there almost since it started. Before, she was just like Accatel, just like the DT2 Neko – she was happy. You people have no idea how much I wish I was real. I'm powerless here. And what do my words mean to her, because they're being typed me her hand, so as far as she's concerned everything I'm trying to say means nothing ,when I'm kind of like her, trying to get her to WAKE UP AND BE YOURSELF AGAIN. And she won't listen.

And for anyone who's worried - no, there's no sex or any of that in DT. The kit-kat's just blowing that out of proportion.

Damn life. Damn the boundaries between fiction and reality. Damn everything.

Meweheh. The DT Roleplay is finally upon us, and I am SO hyped over it.

It's just so cool. I mean, I can't remember the last time Neko and the Virtuality crew interacted in public aside of LJ - she's gotten erally concious about posting her little ficlet things, y'know? And it's hard on her, because it makes it one helluvalto harder to get in-character when writing the main story, and means she ends up writing al this cool stuff that never sees the light of day, or all the ideas just dissapear.

Also, the RP crew we've got look prtty awesome. We've got Neko, and she recently dragged me in - though, and this part makes me sad, I won't really be donig much because most of my action is covered in the story - and eventually we might get Blondie (for after the DT1 plots, p'raps), Shiroi (we need him for Moorlands, Nekky), and Accatel (he'd rock in the D Floor), and you can control the others through his account. Also, with Neko using Erik in full-on DT mode, we're in for one heckuva lot of fun. She's got a pretty good comedy seen about Y2K planned, and eventually he'll get to go all perverty on her, and I love it when her writing style goes that far into the taboo.

On top of that, we have the real folks - Infusion should be an interesting lad, Neko sez it'll be cool to see Johan not all subzero evil, and Blackish_Sheep should be pretty entertaining, and Triss - Triss is awesome. She's got that whole 'I'm gonna RP, there's gonna be plot and it's gonna be awesome' thing about her, kinda like Neko. And apparantly our characters get to meet. Though her last post was worry and sounded like she hates. OHMIGAWD TRISS, DO YOU HATE ME? I'MMA GONNA GO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE IF YOU DO!

But yeah. Destro Tower should be pretty badass, actually. I'm looking forward to that one, since it's a major event focussing on the characters. Muvo shouldn't really do much in it, but it's from a different POV so he can.

All in all, looks like we're gonna have some fun once this gets in gear. Oh yosh indeedy. *grins*

1. What is your character's name?
Muvo

2. What kind of character is it (furry, anime, etc) and any particular race?
Demon/Vampire bastard offspring.

3. What is the first thing your character would think of when he/she first wakes up?
Can I taste blood?

4. Your character's favorite outfit would be?
Something comfortable, and probably tampered with to let him get his wings out.

5. When your character looks into a mirror, what's the first thing they would notice?
His eyes, and how he looks. Figuring out what happened last night.

6. Does your character have the same tastes in food as you?
As the cat-brat? Nah. He likes booze 'n blood. She doesn't. I hope.

7. How is your character similar to you?
Well, I'm connected to Neko through our love of dark, angsty music like My Chemical Romance. That's about all.

8. How is he/she different?
Loadsa ways. We've kinda got an opposites-attract thing going on.

9. If your character could speak, would they have the same voice as you?
As..the...kit-kat? Aw, hell no. I'm American, deep voiced, kinda slutty actually. Girls here my voice, they go WILD. It's like secks in a vocal form, gals.

10. If you were to suddenly become your character, what do you think would be the first thing you would do as them?
Neko would totally fly. And then probably kill some jerkass. Then look down her pants and go 'Ew!'.

11. Is there something about your character that you don't like how others think of them?
I don't know... I guess somone probably thinks I'm into pornography, or I'm into rape, or something like that.

12. What advantages does your character have over you?
I am the ultimate compared to Neko. Just that.

13. What disadvantages?
No boobies. Can't blame stuff on PMS. Uhm... I dunno... coughs up blood sometimes?

14. Do you have any secrets relating to your character that only you know?
I don't think many people know I have reading glasses. And that I like 'em, 'cos they make me look brainy. And I don't think anyone knows I saw Satan eat my mom alive when I was like, a little brat.

15. Do you have any secret drawings only you know about?
There's a couple Neko's done of boyband me. They're pretty funny. And there's some ancient ones before she understood proportion and junk.

16. Do you have any plans for your character or are you working on something big relating to him/her?
MUVO IS GETTING STUFF TO DO IN DT3! OH YES! YES! FIN-AH-LEEEE!

17. What misconception(s), if any, do people have about your character?
Same as Querstion 11, much?

18. If you could have just ONE characteristic from your character, what would it be?
If Neko could? Tha wings. Definately those secksay wings o' mine.

19. Have you made any characters that go along with yours, based on real-life people, that have the same relationship with your character as you with the real-life person?
Ohmigawd. Real life fantasy fiction non fiction no forth wall *brain leaks out ears*

20. Have you written any stories about your character?
...I don't do your writing thing. But Neko has. DDDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH.

21. How has your character changed since his/her first creation?
He doesn't exist primarily to swear. That's pretty cool. He has a plot now, a character, all that funkay junk. I'm awesome now I've evolutionized.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

Eh. I have nothing to journal about, so I'm gonan flame somone.

DevGil? WHAT THE CRAP IS UP WITH THAT NAME. The stage between devil and angel is HUMAN (with vampires being between human and devil). An angel can't be evil and a devil can't be an angel. You make an angel evil, you have yourself a FALLEN ANGEL.

A 'devgil' is just a load of crap that could never happen. HUMANS, STOP MAKING UP STUPID CRAP!

Neko felt like coming up with a second vampire character.

The cold chill of winter was already upon the ruins of the night god's temple. Pulling a thick, dark cloak closer, the hooded figure hovered around the pale grey ruins.
Despite the weather, he was warm, the dark purple underside of the cloak sliding smoothly against his high-collared white shirt.
"Oracle," he whispered, dropping down a trapdoor into the ruin's basement level. "What is the meaning of you summon? I have business to take care of!"
With a sadistic smirk, the ebony-furred cat turned to face him, blank eyes swiviling to watch him. "Name your colours, softvoice."
"Gold and beach." he whispered, dropping down his hood to show golden eyes and beech hair. "Now, speak!"
Ignoring his words, the cat ran a hand across his face, pausing for a moment to stroke his hair.
"Dorian. Impaitent as always, I see." the cat hissed, smile fading. "You came to be told of the future."
"No duh." Dorian snarled, baring his fangs in frustration. "What I want to know is what!"
"The night-god can feel him, vampire. He comes, the god of depression. The darkness of another world quickly approaches our own, pulling us down."

TBC...

Oh, what fun conversations I have...

Neko: I have a question for myself! What is Muvo's favourite character?

Neko: o.0 . Well. Er. Um. SEX! No wait, that can't be right.

Muvo: If it was a colour, it would be. But it's not, so it's between red and black.

Neko: O ya. Red for blood. But you don't like being in complete darkness, because that's when the creatures appear that stand a chance of defeating you. You can bear it, though. Urg, my head.

Muvo: If I say 'black' is my favourite colour, then... argh...

Neko: Liking black is emo.

Creator: *pops in* NEWFLASH! BLACK IS A SHADE, IDIOTS!

Neko: OH YA!

Muvo: RED IT IS THEN!

Neko: YAY FOR CONVERSATIONS WITH MYSELF!

Is it sad I could have figured that out my just bothering to look at my Livejournal? Yes, I reckon.

Anyways, the only reason we needed to do it was for a quiz. This is the end result:


you are a..MODERN vampire. you are pretty much in
the middle of good and evil. you dont mind
humans, but you like going along with your
insticts as well. you show your opposite sides
at very different times. you can be kind and
merciful, but suddenly harsh and cold. you
sometimes make a game of it. are you kidding?
are you serious? one wrong step and who knows!
you love tranquill water, going with the flow.
you are pretty nutral


what kind of vampire are you?(hellsing pics)
brought to you by Quizilla

Yeah, a loada crap. Sad, isn't it?

“You think you’re so much better than her, don’t you?” Accatel yelled, glaring at him. “But she’s just as powerful as you are! She created you, she could destroy you! You should be grateful!”
“And there it is again… you only like her because she created you. Such a loyal little android.”
As moonlight streamed down on the black dagger-like railings, Muvo leapt over than and landed on the damp grass.
It was completely silent here, unsurprisingly. Grinning, he stepped into the middle of the grey stones.
“And if they get me in the sun goes down into the ground…”
Shiver, Neko pulled her fleece tighter around her. Pausing to glance up at the empty publisher’s, she crossed the road and stepped between the two buildings.
As soon as she placed a paw on the stone steps, a shiver wracked her body.
Dang, I hate graveyards…
“And if they get me take this spike to my heart and…”
“He was wrong.” Hissed Muvo, dragged a claw along the white marble and deeply scarring it’s surface. “No one is more powerful than I am.”
“And if they get me and the sun goes down…”
Shaking, Neko fell down against one of the gravestones. I shouldn’t have come here.
“And if they get me take this spike and…”
“You put the spike in my heart!”
Hands at his sides, Muvo started whispering under his breath. He opened his eyes slightly, and they shone as silver as the moon casting light onto his shoulders. That light soon turned to shadows, as clouds drifted across the still sky.
“And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones? And then…”
Eyes opening fully, Muvo glanced sideways. He growled.
Giving a frightened murmur, Neko pressed herself harder against the cold stone. Stuff it!
“As razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks… I saw you there…”
“Hello, cat-brat.”
Leaping to her feet, Neko fled down the steps.
Hissing as the moonlight returned, Muvo spread his wings. The silver glow shone through them, bathing the black grass crimson.
“Someone get me to the doctor! Someone get me to a church! Where they can pump this venom gaping hole…”
Skidding to a halt on the damp grass as Muvo leapt in front of the exit, the cat-girl scrambled back, leaping down a wall, and pulling open the church door.
Before she’s taken more than few steps inside, the door slammed shut behind her. Silence.
“And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat.”
“Ya shouldn’t have followed me, Nekky.”
“Where…?” She whispered, turning back to the door. No one stood behind her.
Shaking, she stepped back against the organ, metal freezing against her clothes.
“And if they come and get me…
You put the spike in my heart.”
Hands of her shoulders. Breath against her neck.
What was it guys and doing that today?
“Do you remember, Neko?”
“What?”
“This isn’t the first time, is it? You just can’t stay away.”
“And if they get me and the sun goes down…”
“I came looking for you. I was afraid you were hurt…”
“You weren’t. You were curious. You nosey little brat.” He hissed, claws digging into her shoulders. “But you’re afraid now, aren’t you? Because this time, it’ll be you who gets hurt…”
“And if they get me take this spike and…”
“You’re wrong.”
The Kimera. A dark pole with long, curved swords on either end. A weapon of cat-folk design, far deadlier than the wack-o-mallet could ever be…
It’s a little early, but… meh…
Twisting the blade round, Neko twisted it upwards, slicing his chest. Spinning
round, she struck again, horizontal against vertical. A bloody cross.
“Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky?
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?.”
Raising a hand to his chest, Muvo sped after her, feet not touching the ground as he his wings swept the church floor.
Snarling, he fell back down amongst the dead.
Where is she?
“And now the nightclub sets the stage for this they come in pairs she said…”
Eyes narrowing, he grabbed a glass bottle from one of the tombstones, shoving the liquid down his throat. He wiped his mouth, and the graveyard turned crimson.
“We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there.”
“No…” He whispered softly, wrapping his hands around his throat as his knees collapsed underneath him. “I can’t…”
“ARGH!”
“Someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse
And someone buy me roses, and someone burned the church.”
“Muvo?” Neko whispered, pausing on the road outside the graveyard. She bit her lip, long canines drawing blood. “I’ve got to help him…”
“We're hanging out with corpses, we're driving in this hearse
Someone save my soul tonight, please save my soul.”
“Hey, are you okay?” She said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was sitting on his knees of the damp ground, head bowed.
Neck snapping round, he stared up at her, eyes completely black. Blood dripped from his mouth, white teeth turned crimson.
“Oh my…”
“Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky?”
“Ack…” He gasped, clutching his head before looking up at her. “Something’s… wrong with me…”
“Too right there is…”
“Huh?” He said softly, blinking. “Something up, kit-kid?”
“Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Huh what do you… mean...I… don’t know…”
“And as these days watch over time, and as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over us tonight.”
“I don’t understand what this is all about…” Neko whispered, standing close to him and staring around at the graves. “I didn’t mean for the vampire side to affect you… it was only the demon really…”
“S’alright.”
“..Wha?”
“It’s fine.”
“And as these days watch over time, and as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over us tonight.”
“Muvo…”
“I’m sorry… about what I said earlier.” He snarled ,getting to his feet. “I didn’t mean it. I’m as loyal to you as any of those freaks.”
Her eyes remained dark, as he ruffled her hair. “But… it was all true…”
He paused, staring at her in shock. “…Neko…”
”I'll never let them, I'll never let them
I'll never let them hurt you not tonight.”
Snarling, he clenched his fist, staring back at the shadows beyond the graves. Then he paused, glancing down.
Neko froze, raising a hand to touch his jacket. It was dark, soaked in his own blood.
“…No…”
“I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise.”
“No!” Yelled Neko, as he collapsed to the ground. “No… not now.. not now, Muvo… please…”
The clouds drifted away, revealling a ghostly white moon. Avoiding the light, the shadows continued to encircle the graves... thickening, lengthening, deepening.
“Struck down, before our prime
Before, you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?”
One hand clawing at his jacket, he stared up at her, pale skin bathed in moonlight.
Gasping, he placed a hand on the nearest gravestone, leaving a bloody handprint on it’s blank face.
“Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
Do these thoughts of endless nights
bring us back into the light
and they catapult my heart?”
“Come on, get up Muvo.” Neko said softly, sitting down next to him. “You can get up, right?”
“I’m… I’m not strong enough…”
“Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
Do these thoughts of endless nights
bring us back into the light
and they catapult my heart?”
“What are you talking about?” Neko laughed, rubbing the back of her neck. “No one’s stronger than you!”
“That’s where you’re wrong…”
“Mya?”
“Can you stake me before the sun goes down?”
She frowned, as he placed a hand on her chest.
“You are stronger than I can ever be…”
“No. That’s not true!” She said, laughing. “I’m nothing compared to you!”
“You created me… and so... you can destroy me.” He hissed, eyes flickering back to darkness. “You did this.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you.”
“And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
because I've seen what they look like.
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...”

Muvo's Notes: This story was written by the wondrful Nekky, master of both fiction and songfiction. Thanks a bunch for this, gal, I love it.
You really need to be following the current new-J.R. plotline from her blog to get this, but even without it, it's cool. Great work, kittykins.

Author’s Notes: At some point, this will be rewritten, with no songwords and with Kaida in Neko’s place. But right now, it fits here just as well as where I had planned… enjoy! ^^
The graveyard is really next to Aultbea. Ever been there? It's what got 'Church Street' it's name, don'tcha know.
And yes, there was meant to be more of Muvo's demonic powers shown here, the reason it was set into a graveyard. Planned antics included joyriding a hearse, pulling up graves and using them to concuss himself/Neko/others, much candles, burning of crosses, that sort of Satanic stuff.
But there wasn't... woo-pee...

Disclaimer: THIS WAS ALL NEKO'S FAULT. Neko and her SICK little friends/enemies/porn stars.

Me: I'M GONNA DO IT! I'M GONNA DO IT! THEN, I'M GONNA JUMP!

Neko: ...Then?...

A short while later. Muvo meets and instantly befriends a random prostitute / suicidal 21-year-old

Muvo and Prostitute: *Hump* *Hump* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Neko: ...I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE.