The Liebster Award

Must be award season XD. Anyways, thanks to Heather for nominatting me, her blog is really great, you should check it out like right now. The Forget-Me-Stick is waiting for you if you don’t.  (Megamind refrence, u uncultured swines)

Da Rulez

  1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog. Try to include a little promotion for the person who nominated you. They will thank you for it and those who you nominate will also help you out as well.
  2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
  3. Provide 10 random facts about yourself. (Optional but highly recommended!)
  4. Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 200 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
  5. List these rules in your post (You can copy and paste from here or simply put a link to this post on your blog.) Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
  6. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post or mine if you don’t have all the information so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it)!

‘Kay, 10 facts about urs truly…

  1. I know like %3 of the spanish language (cause I got no work ethic haha)
  2. I taught myself how to crochet when I was 9.
  3. I can connect well with cats.
  4. I’m what’s called “un-schooled”, which means I get to choose what I learn and when I learn it. Needless to say, that explains a lot about me.
  5. This is my workstation, although you can hardly call it that. IMG_20170619_120232
  6. I’m not good at thinking of facts about myself.
  7. I have personally experienced the feeling of wanting to smash you’re own head, and/or someone else’s into a wall. I don’t have issues, I promise.
  8. I HATE PICKLES AND YOU WOULD DO WELL NOT TO TRY TO MAKE ME FEEL OTHERWISE.
  9. I have these things called “glasses” which render me utterly blind if I don’t wear them.
  10. My favorite color es bluuuuue.

Mi NOminate…

Sorry guys, I’m not great at promo XD

 

 

 

WEELLL THAT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE

 

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Aerabeth, Chapter 1: Wrongful Conviction

This story was inspired by a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog, The Realm of Writing. You should really check out her stuff!


“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

“Then explain how you were the only other person in the King’s chambers at the time of his murder!” the investigator hisses savagely, slamming his fist down on the table separating us.

“I don’t know!” I choke out. I’m crying now. Great.

Two green-clad guards lead me roughly into a small gray cell. There is a pair of heavy shackles  hanging from the ceiling by two thick chains. In the corner of the room, there is a toilet without a lid, and a small bucket that looks like it hasn’t been washed in a very long time.

I stare for a moment, my eyes wide with shock. They can’t be putting me in here, there must be some mistake…

Nope. They unceremoniously shove me in without even bothering to take the gag out of my mouth. One of them laughs when I notice the scrape on my palm and start .

“You’d better be a lot tougher ‘n you look if you want to stay alive down here.” the mean gaurd jeers. I try to think of a comeback but panic and anger cloud my mind. All I can do is scowl at him darkly and pretend his comment hasn’t affected me. But it has.

His words swirl toxically through my brain as the gaurds remove the gag from my mouth and fasten the chains to my wrists, and after they slam to heavy metal door shut, locking me in. Even deep into what I can only judge to be night by the dim sound of heavy boots clattering past my cell door, the words are still heavy on my mind.

The cold shackles bite into my wrists, now numb with pain. I hang my head wearly, which is the closest I can get to lying down. If only I could sleep, just for a little while. Sleep… A sharp pain courses through my body, cruelly jolting me awake. A small thought begins to form in my tired mind.

A little spark of hope

An idea that would have never crossed my mind before today

A way out.

*stupid self deprecating joke, etc etc*

The Mystery Blogger Award

Nominated by the always charming The_Great_Awesome!

Da Rules

  1. Post the award/ image on your blog .
  2. Thank whoever nominated you and give a link back to their blog.
  3. Mention the creator of the award and give a link back to her blog.
  4. Nominate some deserving bloggers and notify your nominees by commenting on their blogs.
  5. Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice; including one weird or funny question.  


My tablet won’t let me download images RN for some reason, so I’m just gonna have to skip that first rule XD

Anyway, this award was created by Okoto Enigma! Go check out his/her blog (😂i really don’t know anything about this person cause I’m an uncultured swine 😛).

Dang it I have to actually nominate people this time or my single little sliver of credibility goes out the window. (Warning, I’m about to go off on a tangent) This is the problem with being an inxtrovert, a word I just made up which means a socially awkward person who likes socializing. You know the big drag of being an inxtrovert? You have to social skills of an introvert, but the social needs of an extrovert. It’s similar to my relationship with water. I love swimming but suck at it. Huh, the principal of being an inxtrovert can apply to a lot of things in my life actually. Drawing, writing, cooking, living, etc.

So that was like three minutes of me rambling about a word I just made up. I’m awesome at time management.

Anyways *jrvxuhghn* I nominate Sfcamster and stichiella

Now I shall answer ze questions


If you could go ANYWHERE, where would you go?

Vegas. I stand by my answer %100.

Swimming or flying?

Fuhlllyyyyiiiiiinng duuuuuuhz

If you could turn into an animal, would you?

That depends, would the change be permanent? If not, then I totally would. Probably some sort of bird. Cause you just read my last answer right.

If you could go back in time to visit someone, who would you visit?

Since I don’t really care much about meeting historical figures, I’m not going to put much thought into my choice. Christopher Columbus. Cause he’s the first person that popped into my head. I probably should care more about history than I do.

Would you rather own a normal pet, or an exotic pet?

 Normal. Don’t you dare take my kitties away.



My questions are…


  1. How long can you hold your breath?
  2. What is the first thing you can remember drawing?
  3. Why did you start blogging?
  4. Who was the last notification you got from (not including the one from me)
  5. Even if you don’t like either one much, would you rather read about a dystopian universe or a utopian universe?

So that’s it, sorry I bored most of you ta death, mates. I’d come to your funerals but I don’t think I’d be welcome.


Help my brain is fried

The Music Tag

Eyyyy first time I’ve actually done a tag on time in a while. Feels gud. Eenyway, I was nominated by, bah da bah da ba da, The_Great_Awesome! Go check er out, she’s awesome. I MEAN IT, GO NOW. Checked out? Good.

Okaayy, so here’s le questions

  1. What’s your favourite band?
  2. What genre would you say you listen to the most?
  3. What song do you have stuck in your head?
  4. What’s your favourite new album of this year?
  5. (The nominator chooses for the  nominees)


What’s your favourite band

Forever in Your Mind. Sue me.

What genre would you say you listen to the most?

Probably country *thick shower of computers rains provided by protesting readers rains down on my head* DAMMIT GUYS THE HEAD WELT FROM LAST TIME JUST HEALED!

What song do you have stuck in your head?

Okay, since I don’t really have any “reputation” to protect, (at least not a good one XD) I’m just going to say it. Once Upon a December from Anastasia. I’d be ashamed but I’ve got worse things to be embarrassed about. 

What’s your new favorite album of this year?

Don’t have one haha I don’t even think I’ve listened to a full album before in my life. I feel like I made a non grammar related mistake in that last sentence but I don’t know what it was. oh well.

Who do you think the worst singer/ band ever is?

Me.

But you’re not-

*growls* ME.

You don’t understand, it has to be-

*grabs you by the shoulders and gives you my Death Stare* ME.


OKEEE DOKEE I think that’s it for my answers.

Thank god.

Shuddup.

I nominate Ivy if she hasn’t been nominated yet, and whoever else sees this and hasn’t already done it.

My question for le nominee(s) is…

Have you ever played a song in your head so many times you started hearing it with your actual ears.

By the way, I have done that. Although I might just be a crazy person who hears things that aren’t there XD.
Lol I’m thinking of a new tagline for the blog. Mental health issue’s? None that I know of, but if you hang around me long enough, someone in the relationship’s bound to go crazy

Is that too inappropriate? I just wanna make sure it isn’t offensive to people with actual mental health issues. 

I’ve Grown a Lot Since August

If you’re fairly new, or just didn’t know, I began my incredible WordPress journey on August 28th, 2016. And can I tell you a secret? Okay it’s not really a secret. I was HORRIBLE at interacting with people, at least online. 

You’re still horrible.

STFU I’m telling my story.

I also took things way too literally.

I apologize sincerely to everyone who has spoken to me via WordPress before March. Seriously, I have no idea how any of you stood me. 

It feels good to acknowledge how socially awkward I was and realize that I am now slightly less awkward.

Improvement. Yeah.


I’ve embarrassed myself more times than I can count and counting

A Intriguing Look At The Often Overlooked Duck Phenomenon

It’s summer, no learning allowed!

Rileys Backpack

The duck to end all ducks.

Duck is the common name for a large number of species in the waterfowlfamilyAnatidae, which also includes swans and geese. The ducks are divided among several subfamilies in the family Anatidae; they do not represent a monophyletic group (the group of all descendants of a single common ancestral species) but a form taxon, since swans and geese are not considered ducks. Ducks are mostly aquatic birds, mostly smaller than the swans and geese, and may be found in both fresh water and sea water.

Ducks are sometimes confused with several types of unrelated water birds with similar forms, such as loons or divers, grebes, gallinules, and coots.

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Aerabeth, Chapter 1: Wrongful Conviction

I got the idea for this from a writing prompt on EmeraldPhoenix’s blog, The Realm of Writing. You should really check her stuff out! 😀

 

“I didn’t do it!” I scream. “I’m innocent!”

“Then explain how you were the only other person in the king’s chambers at the time of his murder!” The investigator hisses savagly, slamming his fist down on the table separating us.

“I don’t know!” I choke out. I’m crying now. Great.

Two green-clad guards lead me roughly into a small gray cell. There is a pair of heavy shackles hanging from the ceiling by two thick chains. In the corner of the room, there is a toilet without a lid, and a small bucket that looks like it hasn’t been washed in a very long time.

I stare for a moment, my eyes wide with shock. They can’t be putting me in here, there must be some mistake…

Nope. They unceremoniously shove me in without even bothering to take the gag out of my mouth. One of them laughs when I notice a scrape on my palm and start sobbing.

“You’d better be a lot tougher ‘n you look if you expect to survive down here,” the mean guard jeers. I try to think of a comeback but panic and anger cloud my mind. All I can do is scowl darkly and pretend his comment hasn’t affected me. But it has.

His words swirl toxically through my brain as the guards remove the gag from my mouth and fasten the chains to my wrists, and after they slam the think iron door behind them, locking me in. Even into what I can only judge to be night by the dim sound of heavy boots clattering past my cell, the words are still heavy on my mind.

The cold shackles bit into my wrists, now numb with pain. I hang my head wearily, which is the closest I can get to lying down. If only I could sleep, just for a little while. Sleep… pain courses through my body, jolting me cruelly awake. A small thought begins to form in my tired mind.

A little spark of hope

An idea that would’ve never crossed my mind before today

A way out

 

*Insert stupid self deprecating joke her*