whooo, at this rate, we shall reach 100 by the beginning of school! [aug. 21fyi] also, sphinx my dear, i cannot blame your attachment to my ever endearing character; he is handsome and sweet, with even more good looks than he knows how to deal with [just my type!] and worry yourself not, S*ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss* Panther shall captivate my heart before long.
Much love,
A.A.
ps, i love my old-ish speach, tis sooooo lovely! of course, watching mansfield park is not helping at all!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
sphinx dearest...
sphinx dearest, i changed the name because i am currently writing the Isle of Mists Trilogy. whence i go back to writing S*ssss*P i think i shall change it back... tis quite sensible.
Much love,
Asiat Averas
Much love,
Asiat Averas
heheheeee
i think, since nothing seems to escape my minions attention, that you've noticed 'the isle of mists trilogy' change. This of course means that the name of the blog is the isle of mists, but however [do not fear...] it is STILL labeled at thesirpantherchronicles.blogspot.com! don't ever EVER forget that...
RIGHT NOW....
I'm watching my ever favorite Mansfield Park... with Billie Piper of course. tis SOOOOOO ROMANTIC!!! me thinks i might go truly haywire!
all i'm to say is "LAVENDAR!" well, i only hope that my proposal is something like this!
Much love,
A.A.
RIGHT NOW....
I'm watching my ever favorite Mansfield Park... with Billie Piper of course. tis SOOOOOO ROMANTIC!!! me thinks i might go truly haywire!
all i'm to say is "LAVENDAR!" well, i only hope that my proposal is something like this!
Much love,
A.A.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
hahhaaaa i've got to stop doing this...
well....
olivia, i LOVE my favs... of course who wouldn't?
to everybody else who is church-related, Mr. Z. is here...
wow i've got random ppl coming over my house...
Much Love,
A.A.
olivia, i LOVE my favs... of course who wouldn't?
to everybody else who is church-related, Mr. Z. is here...
wow i've got random ppl coming over my house...
Much Love,
A.A.
oh, continuing...
well, darling sphinx, i dare say that i would like to know who these two love-struck ppls are [ mikey + toothfairy = love hahahaa ] me thinks mikey's gonna kill me 4 that! well, also, i've dedicated other posts to other ppls so y not u?
and on ANOTHER spur of romance continuing from this part...
I will watch you in the darkness
through the midnight storm
watch as all your silent dreams
leave you to show and take form.
everytime i see you
i cannot breathe...
yet everytime we speak
your voice just seeths...
even now the thought of you
just sends my heart into spasms...
i just need to see you
to tell you how i feel...
ya think that lizzie bennett would like that? after all, it was written in the mind of MR. DARCY.... ooo how could she resist him??? as much as i don't believe in true love, Matthew Macfayden is one of those hard-to-resist guys, even if he is married... ah some girls CAN dream...
Much love,
A.A.
and on ANOTHER spur of romance continuing from this part...
I will watch you in the darkness
through the midnight storm
watch as all your silent dreams
leave you to show and take form.
everytime i see you
i cannot breathe...
yet everytime we speak
your voice just seeths...
even now the thought of you
just sends my heart into spasms...
i just need to see you
to tell you how i feel...
ya think that lizzie bennett would like that? after all, it was written in the mind of MR. DARCY.... ooo how could she resist him??? as much as i don't believe in true love, Matthew Macfayden is one of those hard-to-resist guys, even if he is married... ah some girls CAN dream...
Much love,
A.A.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Forbidden Fruit
FYI: I cried writing this...
Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 1 Lost Memories
SHAMNAL opened her eyes. Sunlight flooded the room, how long was she asleep? Shamnal looked at the willow tree outside her window. Her eyes looked towards her hand; somehow she just needed to look at her hand. Snippets of her memory flooded back to her...
Being in Deon's warm arms...
Him slipping a ring on her finger...
Her saying "I do"...
Them being married...
And then, a nightmare coming alive, though Shamnal could not remember what sort of nightmare...
But that was all she could remember. She could not remember them meeting, nor the many things that had made them bind together and fall in love. She knew that the memories were there somewhere, but she could not reach them. Shamnal struggled to get up, but her usual strength eluded her. Where was Deon? Where was she?
The door of her white-walled prison opened. Deon walked in and saw her awake, lying there and looking like she was in a horrid mood. Shamnal smiled as tears sprang into her eyes; as Deon rushed to the side of her bed lifting her in his arms and kissing her lips.
"I thought I'd lost you forever," Deon said smiling through his tears.
"I thought I'd lost myself, too," Shamnal whispered. "I thought I'd lost you, Deon." She said quietly, "I don't remember anything."
"Nothing, dearest?" Deon asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Nothing," Shamnal said shaking her head slightly. "Well, I remember tiny scenes, but nothing more. I don't even remember how we met."
DEON left her side for a moment, reached in the drawer of a small chest, and returned to her. For a second, he seemed undecided; but he slipped under the warm covers and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck; entwined his legs around hers; pulled her close to him.
"Remember this," he whispered in her ear.
"I will," Shamnal said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Forever."
THEY lay where they were for a moment. Deon released his grip on Shamnal and took her hand, squeezing it.
"I think I've something to help you remember," he said quietly. He slowly placed a small book in her hands.
Shamnal smiled and opened the book, filling through its pages; but she could not read any of it. The ink lines on the pages were all a blur. Shamnal threw the book down on her lap and hid her face her hands, sobbing.
"What's the matter?" Deon asked, taking her into his arms onve more.
"I can't read any of it," Shamnal sobbed. "It's all a blur; a mess of ink."
Deon took her face in his hands and looked into her muddy hazel eyes, "I'll read it to you."
MORE sobs racked her frame. Deon would do anything for her, even if she did not even remember them. How could he still love her when she did not even remember what they had been through? Deon brushed away her tears with his thumb. Shamnal looked down. He lifted her chin, kissed her lips.
"Where shall I start, Shamnal?" he asked sweetly, saying her name as if it were a secret that only they knew.
"Start when we met," Shamnal replied. "Deon, I don't remember much, but I remember you always being there. Thank you."
"That is what husbands are for, dearest," Deon said, kissing her.
and on a spur of the romance...
I will watch you in the darkness...
through the midnight storm...
watch as all your silent dreams...
show and take form...
Much love,
Asiat Averas.
Forbidden Fruit
Chapter 1 Lost Memories
SHAMNAL opened her eyes. Sunlight flooded the room, how long was she asleep? Shamnal looked at the willow tree outside her window. Her eyes looked towards her hand; somehow she just needed to look at her hand. Snippets of her memory flooded back to her...
Being in Deon's warm arms...
Him slipping a ring on her finger...
Her saying "I do"...
Them being married...
And then, a nightmare coming alive, though Shamnal could not remember what sort of nightmare...
But that was all she could remember. She could not remember them meeting, nor the many things that had made them bind together and fall in love. She knew that the memories were there somewhere, but she could not reach them. Shamnal struggled to get up, but her usual strength eluded her. Where was Deon? Where was she?
The door of her white-walled prison opened. Deon walked in and saw her awake, lying there and looking like she was in a horrid mood. Shamnal smiled as tears sprang into her eyes; as Deon rushed to the side of her bed lifting her in his arms and kissing her lips.
"I thought I'd lost you forever," Deon said smiling through his tears.
"I thought I'd lost myself, too," Shamnal whispered. "I thought I'd lost you, Deon." She said quietly, "I don't remember anything."
"Nothing, dearest?" Deon asked, his eyes filled with concern.
"Nothing," Shamnal said shaking her head slightly. "Well, I remember tiny scenes, but nothing more. I don't even remember how we met."
DEON left her side for a moment, reached in the drawer of a small chest, and returned to her. For a second, he seemed undecided; but he slipped under the warm covers and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck; entwined his legs around hers; pulled her close to him.
"Remember this," he whispered in her ear.
"I will," Shamnal said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Forever."
THEY lay where they were for a moment. Deon released his grip on Shamnal and took her hand, squeezing it.
"I think I've something to help you remember," he said quietly. He slowly placed a small book in her hands.
Shamnal smiled and opened the book, filling through its pages; but she could not read any of it. The ink lines on the pages were all a blur. Shamnal threw the book down on her lap and hid her face her hands, sobbing.
"What's the matter?" Deon asked, taking her into his arms onve more.
"I can't read any of it," Shamnal sobbed. "It's all a blur; a mess of ink."
Deon took her face in his hands and looked into her muddy hazel eyes, "I'll read it to you."
MORE sobs racked her frame. Deon would do anything for her, even if she did not even remember them. How could he still love her when she did not even remember what they had been through? Deon brushed away her tears with his thumb. Shamnal looked down. He lifted her chin, kissed her lips.
"Where shall I start, Shamnal?" he asked sweetly, saying her name as if it were a secret that only they knew.
"Start when we met," Shamnal replied. "Deon, I don't remember much, but I remember you always being there. Thank you."
"That is what husbands are for, dearest," Deon said, kissing her.
and on a spur of the romance...
I will watch you in the darkness...
through the midnight storm...
watch as all your silent dreams...
show and take form...
Much love,
Asiat Averas.
Monday, July 28, 2008
ahhh someone stop me.....
yeh plz. im listening to all this crap... gonna have a heart attack.....
Much Love,
A.A.
Much Love,
A.A.
i like it... Why Don't We...
ok i had lots of inspiration... romance movies create great lyrics.
Why don't we...
By Asiat Averas
There is only one place in my heart where you belong.
It's that space that's never been filled before.
The place which you will fill forever more.
Remember when it rained.
And we were under the umbrella together...
I wish for that weather forever.
All of it is because of you.
All that I am is because of you.
Everything I do is for you.
Remember when the sun shown upon us.
We kissed with sun's rays.
We could've lasted for days.
The hours pass by, but we don't notice.
We're so happy with each other.
We're so happy looking at the other.
Why don't we stay together.
Why don't we stay here forever.
Why don't we... Why don't we...
Why don't we live,
Why don't we love,
Why don't we trust each other
As love forever...
Why don't we...
Why don't I tell you how I feel,
Why don't I just close this seal..
Why don't we spend time together.
Why don't we be together... forever...
I actually like it...
Much love,
A.A.
Why don't we...
By Asiat Averas
There is only one place in my heart where you belong.
It's that space that's never been filled before.
The place which you will fill forever more.
Remember when it rained.
And we were under the umbrella together...
I wish for that weather forever.
All of it is because of you.
All that I am is because of you.
Everything I do is for you.
Remember when the sun shown upon us.
We kissed with sun's rays.
We could've lasted for days.
The hours pass by, but we don't notice.
We're so happy with each other.
We're so happy looking at the other.
Why don't we stay together.
Why don't we stay here forever.
Why don't we... Why don't we...
Why don't we live,
Why don't we love,
Why don't we trust each other
As love forever...
Why don't we...
Why don't I tell you how I feel,
Why don't I just close this seal..
Why don't we spend time together.
Why don't we be together... forever...
I actually like it...
Much love,
A.A.
oops!
my heart is thudding feirociously [i've terrible spelling...] i've just been watching proposal scenes from pride and prejudice, north and south, ROBIN HOOD!!!! hahah will and djaq.... soooo romantic. i propose that we all go to my favs on youtube [jumpingjellybeans13] and watch all of it!
Much Love,
A.A.
Much Love,
A.A.
to my dear sphinx...
hello love,
yes, 'tis true, i very much doubt the exsistence of true love... i think that i've ranted about that for the past three bloggings????
<3>
PS: i'm rewatching the first proposal of Mr. Thorton.... ah alas, he is soooo handsome.
'i don't want to posses you, i wish to marry you because i love you!'
how could she say no to him! i would have crushed in an instant! ah, i wish romance were granted to us... women.... olivia, sphinx [i shan't reveal ur name if you do not wish it.] tabby.... ah.
Much Love,
Asiat Averas.
yes, 'tis true, i very much doubt the exsistence of true love... i think that i've ranted about that for the past three bloggings????
<3>
PS: i'm rewatching the first proposal of Mr. Thorton.... ah alas, he is soooo handsome.
'i don't want to posses you, i wish to marry you because i love you!'
how could she say no to him! i would have crushed in an instant! ah, i wish romance were granted to us... women.... olivia, sphinx [i shan't reveal ur name if you do not wish it.] tabby.... ah.
Much Love,
Asiat Averas.
I am...
thank you, Olivia for tagging me...
I am: who I am. the girl I was, the woman I am, the Lady I will be.
I think: that I should have been born in a past century.
I know: how to keep a secret, be myself.
I have: an undying love for my supportive friends.
I wish: I could leave the states.
I hate: those who think, without right reason, that they are better than myself.
I miss: my friends, those I love, and those I need.
I fear: the Last Judgement, rejection.
I feel: that there is fear in the world.
I hear: North & South....
I smell: um...nothing in particular right now.
I crave: love.
I search: for a happy ending.
I wonder: what I will do with my life.
I regret: not believing in true love.
I love: love.
I ache: for an opportunity to get dressed up and go to a ball
I am not:a liar, a theif, a coward.
I believe: that someone will prove my true-love theory wrong...
I dance: To the sound of drums.
I sing: with the nightengale.
I cry: with pain and sorrow.
I don't always: eat breakfast
I fight: myself, the devil.
I write: emails, blog posts, youtube comments.
I win: the love of my friends.
I lose: myself in words.
I never: truly love myself.
I always: bring a book, be myself.
I confuse: everyone.
I listen: to my heart.
I can usually be found: in my bedroom or on youtube.
I am scared: of death.
I need: my own Mr. Thornton (you know how girls say they have are looking for their 'Prince Charming'? Well, I'm looking for my own 'Mr. Thornton'...or 'Mr. Darcy' or...you get it : )
I am happy about: my friends acchivements.
I imagine: what life would be like if I lived in the Middle Ages, or the 19th century, or during the Renaissance or anytime but now!
I am wearing: hydraulic jeans, strechy black tank, yellow belt, my Lord Jesus Christ Have mercy on Me ring.
I look forward too: living my life.
i tag Tabby cat.
much love,
A.A.
I am: who I am. the girl I was, the woman I am, the Lady I will be.
I think: that I should have been born in a past century.
I know: how to keep a secret, be myself.
I have: an undying love for my supportive friends.
I wish: I could leave the states.
I hate: those who think, without right reason, that they are better than myself.
I miss: my friends, those I love, and those I need.
I fear: the Last Judgement, rejection.
I feel: that there is fear in the world.
I hear: North & South....
I smell: um...nothing in particular right now.
I crave: love.
I search: for a happy ending.
I wonder: what I will do with my life.
I regret: not believing in true love.
I love: love.
I ache: for an opportunity to get dressed up and go to a ball
I am not:a liar, a theif, a coward.
I believe: that someone will prove my true-love theory wrong...
I dance: To the sound of drums.
I sing: with the nightengale.
I cry: with pain and sorrow.
I don't always: eat breakfast
I fight: myself, the devil.
I write: emails, blog posts, youtube comments.
I win: the love of my friends.
I lose: myself in words.
I never: truly love myself.
I always: bring a book, be myself.
I confuse: everyone.
I listen: to my heart.
I can usually be found: in my bedroom or on youtube.
I am scared: of death.
I need: my own Mr. Thornton (you know how girls say they have are looking for their 'Prince Charming'? Well, I'm looking for my own 'Mr. Thornton'...or 'Mr. Darcy' or...you get it : )
I am happy about: my friends acchivements.
I imagine: what life would be like if I lived in the Middle Ages, or the 19th century, or during the Renaissance or anytime but now!
I am wearing: hydraulic jeans, strechy black tank, yellow belt, my Lord Jesus Christ Have mercy on Me ring.
I look forward too: living my life.
i tag Tabby cat.
much love,
A.A.
k all....
so what, it is a sad excuse. I asked my brother on the question and he said [actually me thinks that it's the only good thing he's ever said!] "I believe in true love, but not in love at first sight; it's a load of rubbish!" that actually pretty good, until i heard him say it in a scotch accent!
hahahaha! well, i'm insane and olivia - BRING N. & S. anyway, the utube version is quite choppy. and no, i've not seen the princess bride!' also tabby, hahahaha i'm sure that some guy loves you, even if he don't know it yet...
Much Love,
A.A.
hahahaha! well, i'm insane and olivia - BRING N. & S. anyway, the utube version is quite choppy. and no, i've not seen the princess bride!' also tabby, hahahaha i'm sure that some guy loves you, even if he don't know it yet...
Much Love,
A.A.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
The Minion Journals: 7/21/08
Topic: I'm Back On True Love
Now that I think about it, part of me really wonders if true love ixsists [other than in books, I mean.] Yes, I know, you all wonder howI could think such a thing but, after all, my life's story is not intresting. I think, sometimes, that my story worul have made a good book [and an even better movie], but it would certainly not be a good life to live.
I've never experienced true love, for one. The problem I have with books[movies, music] that have true love in them is that it makes ugly girls, like myself, believe that there is hope. Hope for a 'prince charming' that will follow a girl to the ends of the earth.
Now I decide to put a quote from the Lady of the Sacred Lake into here.
"Do you dance, Lady?" asked Al'ied curiously.
"I dance, first and formostly, alone. I dance to the sound of drums, the pulsating of hearts, the music of the stars."
I dance life alone, with my friends and books to protect me from harm.
Much Love,
A.A.
Now that I think about it, part of me really wonders if true love ixsists [other than in books, I mean.] Yes, I know, you all wonder howI could think such a thing but, after all, my life's story is not intresting. I think, sometimes, that my story worul have made a good book [and an even better movie], but it would certainly not be a good life to live.
I've never experienced true love, for one. The problem I have with books[movies, music] that have true love in them is that it makes ugly girls, like myself, believe that there is hope. Hope for a 'prince charming' that will follow a girl to the ends of the earth.
Now I decide to put a quote from the Lady of the Sacred Lake into here.
"Do you dance, Lady?" asked Al'ied curiously.
"I dance, first and formostly, alone. I dance to the sound of drums, the pulsating of hearts, the music of the stars."
I dance life alone, with my friends and books to protect me from harm.
Much Love,
A.A.
The Minion Journals: 7/18/08
Topic: True Love, Myth or Reality?
It has been long since I've written, minions. I sit in the shade, the sun dappled shadows over me. Swatting flies and sipping lemonade. This, I realize, is why I hate camping. I dislike having to use my ingunuity for things other than books. I hate having to write my thoughts down because, even though I love my handwritting, ir can be a horrid affair trying to dicyfer it. [curse my bad spelling!]
Alas, I believe it is time to reveal the true reason for my writing. Yesterday, thrusday, I believe, I was speaking to my friend, Olivia. I had my precious notebook of the revised Assassin's Promise when I concieved the idea to allow them to read my Author's Note.
Yes, it is easy to admit, that the contents of my note was brilliantly strange. So as to spare you two minutes: here is a brief summary of it.
Dear Reader,
You should know that Adala, Shamnal, and Kate-lynn of my books are, at the heart, the learning of one leason: true love. Now while I believe that true love does not exsist in anything other than books, movies, shows, and music, I must say that I dearly want someone to prove me WRONG! Well, that's not going to happen anytime soon!
Much love to all my fans,
Asiat Averas
Something like that O.K? Olivia went something like *gasp* 'how could you not believe in true love?'
I've one question.... Is it that hard to believe?
Much love,
A. A.
It has been long since I've written, minions. I sit in the shade, the sun dappled shadows over me. Swatting flies and sipping lemonade. This, I realize, is why I hate camping. I dislike having to use my ingunuity for things other than books. I hate having to write my thoughts down because, even though I love my handwritting, ir can be a horrid affair trying to dicyfer it. [curse my bad spelling!]
Alas, I believe it is time to reveal the true reason for my writing. Yesterday, thrusday, I believe, I was speaking to my friend, Olivia. I had my precious notebook of the revised Assassin's Promise when I concieved the idea to allow them to read my Author's Note.
Yes, it is easy to admit, that the contents of my note was brilliantly strange. So as to spare you two minutes: here is a brief summary of it.
Dear Reader,
You should know that Adala, Shamnal, and Kate-lynn of my books are, at the heart, the learning of one leason: true love. Now while I believe that true love does not exsist in anything other than books, movies, shows, and music, I must say that I dearly want someone to prove me WRONG! Well, that's not going to happen anytime soon!
Much love to all my fans,
Asiat Averas
Something like that O.K? Olivia went something like *gasp* 'how could you not believe in true love?'
I've one question.... Is it that hard to believe?
Much love,
A. A.
i just realized we hit 50 posts!
congratsica! 50 posts! ok, that's enough celebrating. another two things.... [olivia you can go right ahead can kill me...]
first...
IM WATCHING NORTH&SOUTH on youtube... great movie btw with RICHARD ARMITAGE!!! whoo.
second...
you all will be happy for this: I FOUND THE MINION JOURNALS!
now are you not happy, my dear minions?
Much Love,
Asiat Averas
first...
IM WATCHING NORTH&SOUTH on youtube... great movie btw with RICHARD ARMITAGE!!! whoo.
second...
you all will be happy for this: I FOUND THE MINION JOURNALS!
now are you not happy, my dear minions?
Much Love,
Asiat Averas
two things...
his is going to be and extremely long blog entry….
First…
I’m sure that you’ve all heard my ranting of Robin Hood… It’s a sweet BBC America production some of my favorite british actors…[Richard Armitage, Jonas Armstrong, Joe Armstrong…. Need I go on??] If you’re not convinced yet…
Oooo yes. Richard Armitage… more commonly known for movies and shows like North and South, Murder, and a couple of over shows.
I’ll give you six seconds to say ‘this guy has great hair!’ AND he has a sweet smile………………………………….
you wonder how this lying – good looking – guy can be Jonas Armstrong’s bro! but, goosh, he has a cute goatee...
So, do I need a reason to love Robin Hood? Well…. NO! I mean at first.. [yeh Olivia u took the words out of my mouth and I stole them from ur blog!] I had to rationalize my love for Richard… I mean he abandoned his own child, for heaven’s sake! And then in the second season… I had to rationalize myself again with Joe Armstrong…and now Joe is back from the dark side; rejoining Jonas [aka robin] in the light when another Robin Hood star caught my eye…
HARRY Lloyd….
sorry, blurry pic…. But anyways; harry here is NOT actually that handsome [no offense harry!] but he IS really really really…. Sweet. I mean if anyone had just seen the way he said he loved a girl in the last they’d do two things…
FIRST they’d slap his face till he was crying
SECOND they’d kiss him for being so sweet.
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Much love
A.A.
First…
I’m sure that you’ve all heard my ranting of Robin Hood… It’s a sweet BBC America production some of my favorite british actors…[Richard Armitage, Jonas Armstrong, Joe Armstrong…. Need I go on??] If you’re not convinced yet…
Oooo yes. Richard Armitage… more commonly known for movies and shows like North and South, Murder, and a couple of over shows.
I’ll give you six seconds to say ‘this guy has great hair!’ AND he has a sweet smile………………………………….
you wonder how this lying – good looking – guy can be Jonas Armstrong’s bro! but, goosh, he has a cute goatee...
So, do I need a reason to love Robin Hood? Well…. NO! I mean at first.. [yeh Olivia u took the words out of my mouth and I stole them from ur blog!] I had to rationalize my love for Richard… I mean he abandoned his own child, for heaven’s sake! And then in the second season… I had to rationalize myself again with Joe Armstrong…and now Joe is back from the dark side; rejoining Jonas [aka robin] in the light when another Robin Hood star caught my eye…
HARRY Lloyd….
sorry, blurry pic…. But anyways; harry here is NOT actually that handsome [no offense harry!] but he IS really really really…. Sweet. I mean if anyone had just seen the way he said he loved a girl in the last they’d do two things…
FIRST they’d slap his face till he was crying
SECOND they’d kiss him for being so sweet.
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Much love
A.A.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
ah.... im soooo sorry!
i trully am sorry, i've lost the minion journals.... yes i've lost the will turner/ orlando bloom notebook that i was so in love with that it took me a year to decide to fill its pages with the Minion Journals. i promise that i will try to sumarize the four or five passages which lay within its text.
much love,
Asiat Averas
much love,
Asiat Averas
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
hahaha... olivia, thank you!
INDEED lady gisbourne i shall be! he is, as far as i know, unmarried, totally hot, and heartbroken as of the last installment of Robin Hood, in which he finds Marion as the Nightwatchman, and, though she kisses him on the cheek, he will be crushed by Marion's prior engagement! [i'm soooo spelling haywire!]
Otho,
A.A.
ps, i shall be stealing lines from some of your posts! <3
Otho,
A.A.
ps, i shall be stealing lines from some of your posts! <3
heheheheheeeee.... *evil laugh*
yes olivia, who doesn't love a hot, melencholy guy? i mean... we're all after guy of gisbourne.... [who, i wonder, will get him in the heart??? i'm already on to dear Mr. Darcy... but that don't mean that i can't call other guys awesome!] i think i'm freakin' all the guys who read this blog... wat do you think??? well... more old minions journals are coming, dears!
Otho, my friends, enemies, and co-authors! [all one and the same!]
Asiat Averas!
Otho, my friends, enemies, and co-authors! [all one and the same!]
Asiat Averas!
Monday, July 7, 2008
hay waz up?
k, cuz u asked...
yeh there's such a thing as unicorn cream. unicorn cream is exactly wat it says... unicorn cream. that's my answer to aivilo.
and yes, vortican, every bad gal loves a dramatic, melancholy dark - and - hot guy. who doesn't? and he got scared cuz the five years war! [i'd be scared too!] that's y in my 'awesome quotes from the book' what do you think the second one is??? he's like --- covered in scars! but he's awesome!
nyways!
otho my minions!
A.A.
yeh there's such a thing as unicorn cream. unicorn cream is exactly wat it says... unicorn cream. that's my answer to aivilo.
and yes, vortican, every bad gal loves a dramatic, melancholy dark - and - hot guy. who doesn't? and he got scared cuz the five years war! [i'd be scared too!] that's y in my 'awesome quotes from the book' what do you think the second one is??? he's like --- covered in scars! but he's awesome!
nyways!
otho my minions!
A.A.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
The Minion Journals: 7/6/08 II
[part two!!!]
[name] Raphael
[age] 25
[my awesome description] a mixture with Mr. Darcy's eyes, Guy of Gisbon [aka Richard Armitage] 's hair and [dare I say it] muscle tone [!!!], and, last of all, Ben Barnes [aka Prince Caspian]'s skin tone. Basically a 'hottie hot hottie[!!!!]'
[book excerpts]
" "I am Sir Raphael the Bard," Said one with dark hair and sad brooding eyes. He had the look of a bard and Adala seemed attracted to the sad demeanor of his face and the forlorness of his expression. He had some stubble, but only fashionably so..."
Chapter 1 - The Return of an Old Friend - Assassin's Promise
". . . He looked down on himself; his scarred stomach, the thick muscles that corded and knotted his midsection and arm, his shapely muscular legs. He was bare, except for breeches. [rar] He figured that any lady would like hime just firne if it were not for the numerous scars that disfigured his body..."
Chapter 2 - Polonius - Assassin's Promise
[Survey]
Full Name: Sir Raphael the Bard, Son of the Lady of the Sacred Lake
Any fake names?: Helios the Bard; The Son of Jerusalem
Age: 25
Date of Birth: May 11, the Year of the Tiger
favorite sounds: Adala's laughter, bubbling water
what are you most afraid of: loosing the ones I love.
worst feeling: rejection, loss, Adala's punch
best feeling: love, Adala's kiss
favorite food: roast dee, green saladw/ deer blood dressing.[Asiat: i dolove morbid characters.]
favorite drink: Eliza's punch, cherry ale, raspberry cordial
favorite sweet: strawberry puree w/ unicorn cream [Asiat: don't ask]
if you could be any kind of cloak, what would you be?: dark green, hooded, light embroidery.
[NEXT: see Owen of Foxtown's description!!]
[name] Raphael
[age] 25
[my awesome description] a mixture with Mr. Darcy's eyes, Guy of Gisbon [aka Richard Armitage] 's hair and [dare I say it] muscle tone [!!!], and, last of all, Ben Barnes [aka Prince Caspian]'s skin tone. Basically a 'hottie hot hottie[!!!!]'
[book excerpts]
" "I am Sir Raphael the Bard," Said one with dark hair and sad brooding eyes. He had the look of a bard and Adala seemed attracted to the sad demeanor of his face and the forlorness of his expression. He had some stubble, but only fashionably so..."
Chapter 1 - The Return of an Old Friend - Assassin's Promise
". . . He looked down on himself; his scarred stomach, the thick muscles that corded and knotted his midsection and arm, his shapely muscular legs. He was bare, except for breeches. [rar] He figured that any lady would like hime just firne if it were not for the numerous scars that disfigured his body..."
Chapter 2 - Polonius - Assassin's Promise
[Survey]
Full Name: Sir Raphael the Bard, Son of the Lady of the Sacred Lake
Any fake names?: Helios the Bard; The Son of Jerusalem
Age: 25
Date of Birth: May 11, the Year of the Tiger
favorite sounds: Adala's laughter, bubbling water
what are you most afraid of: loosing the ones I love.
worst feeling: rejection, loss, Adala's punch
best feeling: love, Adala's kiss
favorite food: roast dee, green saladw/ deer blood dressing.[Asiat: i dolove morbid characters.]
favorite drink: Eliza's punch, cherry ale, raspberry cordial
favorite sweet: strawberry puree w/ unicorn cream [Asiat: don't ask]
if you could be any kind of cloak, what would you be?: dark green, hooded, light embroidery.
[NEXT: see Owen of Foxtown's description!!]
the Minion Journals: 7/6/08
I believe that it is time for my dear minions to recieve my character discriptions for Assassin's Promis. I have, however, changed the format in which I will give said descriptions.
Name:
Age:
My Awesome Description:
An excert from the book about said character: [and as if that wasn't enough]
The answers to their survey!:
I did this because my minions dear need to know a personality [that and I learn cool tidbits from my friends' survey answers and realized that they will learn tidbits about the characters.]
Otho to my favorite minions of all time,
Asiat Averas
Name:
Age:
My Awesome Description:
An excert from the book about said character: [and as if that wasn't enough]
The answers to their survey!:
I did this because my minions dear need to know a personality [that and I learn cool tidbits from my friends' survey answers and realized that they will learn tidbits about the characters.]
Otho to my favorite minions of all time,
Asiat Averas
The Minion Journals
on recent speculation, i have not only just realized this, but i shall not be posting for two weeks, dearest minions. I've decided to start the Minion Journals. For the next two weeks, i'll be writing in a notebook and, when i return from hell, i'll post them. The Minion Journals. It's got a ring to it. Starting my next post it will be part of The Minion Journals.
bye dearest minions.
Otho,
A.A.
bye dearest minions.
Otho,
A.A.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
aaahhhh
all of my adorable minions will find this halarious...
A. i joined Facebook so look up the all famed Asait Averas
B. just so you all know.... [this is kind of a sneek peek but...]
Adala punches [and breaks] Sir Raphael's nose in the third chapter. ahhhh how romantic.
as i've said before.... don't 'cha love me?
otho from the ALL FAMED
Asiat Averas
A. i joined Facebook so look up the all famed Asait Averas
B. just so you all know.... [this is kind of a sneek peek but...]
Adala punches [and breaks] Sir Raphael's nose in the third chapter. ahhhh how romantic.
as i've said before.... don't 'cha love me?
otho from the ALL FAMED
Asiat Averas
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Assassin's Promise
[chapter 1] the return of an old friend
Stonethorn Castle was a gloomy place. The summer Lady Adala the Assassin resided there was especially gloomy and boring. Adala had no one to Assassin an dher close friend, Dianna of Dale was accompanying the Great Queen Adalia on a short trip to Calipso Island. Adala, having nothing else to do, would wander aimlessly about the castle.
One stormy summer day, when Adala was walking to the castle's Rose Garden, a servant came up to her bearing news of her friend.
"She is coming today, Lady Assassin," the servant said quickly and excitedly. "She, the Lady Dianna, also said that she is being accompanied by two sirs and that the Queat Queen Adalia may be accompanying her too. It you hurry, Lady Assassin, then you may be able to see them come in the front gate. I have heard that they are riding in a agrand carriage."
Adala dissmissed the servant and speedily walked to the front gate. The Great King was also there. Adala quickly curtsied to him and went to the carriage doors to greet her friends. The Great Queen Adalia was the first out of the carriage and, being another one of Adala's close firends, the Queen caught Adala in a swift embrace before she greeted her husband, the King.
The next to appear from the depths of the carriage was Dianna, followed by the two gentlemen whom Adala had not met. Dianna and Adala embraced each other while the two men waited in silence. Adala noticed that the two were looking down at their feet.
"Why are they doing that?" Adala whispered to Dianna.
"It is their tradition to look at their feet until they are introduced to a lady," Dianna replied.
"Sirs," Adala said quickly. "I am Lady Adala." The two men kissed her hand and introduced themselves.
"I am Sir Raphael the Bard," said one with dark hair and sad brooding eyes. He had the look of a bard and Adala seemed attracted to the sad demeanor of his face and the forlorness of his expression.
"I, Lady, am Owen of Foxtown," said another with luminous blue eyes, yellow hair, and a plesant smile.
"it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,"" Adala said smiling. "I assume that you will be staying here, surely, at lelast, until the Queen's son's baptism."
"I suppose not, though, we are at the Great Queen's disposal," Raphael replied.
Raphael and Owen bowed to Adala and slowly retreated to their rooms, saying that they needed time to prepare for dinner with the King. Raphael sat on the bed in his room, tuning his harp. Adala's face, her keeness of mind, they attracted him as a bee to honey. He winced as he accidentally brushed against the scare that lined his left cheek. It had been five years and it still pained him.
Raphael leaned back on the bed. It was cool, with a soft drizzling rain and, before he knew it, he fell asleep.
....
That's it for now, minions. hope you enjoy it. and, vortican todd, you may reread this to your heart's content, for I surely cannot stop you and I do not wish to!
otho, minions,
A.A.
Stonethorn Castle was a gloomy place. The summer Lady Adala the Assassin resided there was especially gloomy and boring. Adala had no one to Assassin an dher close friend, Dianna of Dale was accompanying the Great Queen Adalia on a short trip to Calipso Island. Adala, having nothing else to do, would wander aimlessly about the castle.
One stormy summer day, when Adala was walking to the castle's Rose Garden, a servant came up to her bearing news of her friend.
"She is coming today, Lady Assassin," the servant said quickly and excitedly. "She, the Lady Dianna, also said that she is being accompanied by two sirs and that the Queat Queen Adalia may be accompanying her too. It you hurry, Lady Assassin, then you may be able to see them come in the front gate. I have heard that they are riding in a agrand carriage."
Adala dissmissed the servant and speedily walked to the front gate. The Great King was also there. Adala quickly curtsied to him and went to the carriage doors to greet her friends. The Great Queen Adalia was the first out of the carriage and, being another one of Adala's close firends, the Queen caught Adala in a swift embrace before she greeted her husband, the King.
The next to appear from the depths of the carriage was Dianna, followed by the two gentlemen whom Adala had not met. Dianna and Adala embraced each other while the two men waited in silence. Adala noticed that the two were looking down at their feet.
"Why are they doing that?" Adala whispered to Dianna.
"It is their tradition to look at their feet until they are introduced to a lady," Dianna replied.
"Sirs," Adala said quickly. "I am Lady Adala." The two men kissed her hand and introduced themselves.
"I am Sir Raphael the Bard," said one with dark hair and sad brooding eyes. He had the look of a bard and Adala seemed attracted to the sad demeanor of his face and the forlorness of his expression.
"I, Lady, am Owen of Foxtown," said another with luminous blue eyes, yellow hair, and a plesant smile.
"it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,"" Adala said smiling. "I assume that you will be staying here, surely, at lelast, until the Queen's son's baptism."
"I suppose not, though, we are at the Great Queen's disposal," Raphael replied.
Raphael and Owen bowed to Adala and slowly retreated to their rooms, saying that they needed time to prepare for dinner with the King. Raphael sat on the bed in his room, tuning his harp. Adala's face, her keeness of mind, they attracted him as a bee to honey. He winced as he accidentally brushed against the scare that lined his left cheek. It had been five years and it still pained him.
Raphael leaned back on the bed. It was cool, with a soft drizzling rain and, before he knew it, he fell asleep.
....
That's it for now, minions. hope you enjoy it. and, vortican todd, you may reread this to your heart's content, for I surely cannot stop you and I do not wish to!
otho, minions,
A.A.
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