Darkness Ascendant

*shrugs that reminds me... my mother read through all my discord/Tumblr pms >> storming hell...she's now trying to stop me from accessing both now *sigh . Has a problem with me supporting others and crap idk . im well aware of how messed up my situation is bleh

No seriously, if you introduce yourself to the hp fandom well enough and sorta integrate yourself well you could be going places. Yeah the site is huge and I'm sorta drowning in it XD but it's nice

Yeah he likes you :1 anxiety is just something you'll have to work yourself up to overcoming. You can do it

@TwiLyghtSansSparklesthat was astounding :0 amazing! You should join Tumblr (properly) and start posting your Fics there XD you would be basically worshipped

That sucks...but I can't really make myself sympathetic I myself am heavily averse to drinking. So it was your fault glad you had fun though. ----- irgh so yesterday... um started of as usual. Normal rigmarole of passive agreesiveness. Then got hit by massive waves of depression and sort of talked to myself the entire day. Then get contacted by a friend and talk them out of suicide *sigh and just bleh. Then dad catches me talking to them and well, usual. Just a reaaal bleh day >>

So a conversation with a friend today reminded me of a dream I had of my mother when I was 12. Um, so a few men break into our house, I'm eating dinner, and they walk into the living room garbed in weird robes and wielding sickles. Then they say "The debt must be paid" and cut off the arms of my mother who was eating dinner with me on the couch And I was watching it all happen, frozen in shock. Then as the arms hit the floor in a bloody mess, I think I woke up then.

Oh dear >> That sucks :/ ditto budgie, hope they figure it out...hope it isn't a blood problem ---------- I for one had a pretty bad day which I will divulge into tomorrow as I don't feel like talking about it. But I spent the past couple of hours investing all my bad feels and hurt into writing, and I wrote 4 and a bit thousand words on SongWeavers, which you guys can check out over in Creator's Corner

And after a few hours of hard labour, I present to ye all this (I am attempting to make that the guardians are neither male or female, simply...themselves, not exactly androgynous or “other”..hmm. I also may have messed up the use of they a few times >> ) On Guardians, the races of Earth and whispers of Winter Tears contain the most raw of power. For truly tears are the best sign of love. Whether shed in sorrow or anger, fear, joy, passion, each can be traced to Love, as can all things in the end. The Mariner brought life to the soil of the Earth through his tears, brought life to the dove “<insert name>”. Harmony’s tears shed in MindSong too had power, dissolving the final wall of my prison. But this tale concerns not those tears. It concerns 7 of the most powerful tears to be ever shed. The Tears of Hope. Shed over the lifeless shell of The Mariner, the one she had come to love the most, yet the one who had never lived to return that love. The one whom she loved in his shadow and in silence, unable to be acknowledged nor understood by him. The one who finally found hope in the end, yet was taken from it while it lay fresh in his heart. For him she shed 7 tears, and from those seven tears, rose the first beings to walk the lands, the first beings to sing and shape the world, the first beings and the first guardians upon the soil of the world. They are known as the <insert name> “First-of-the-crystal-heart”, <insert name> “Wanderers-of-here-now-and-then” and <insert name> “Those-who-were-silenced”. These are their most important names, the most truthful out of the many names they went by. Each of these beings had one of Hope’s tears planted in their heart as they sprouted from The Mariner’s shell, one by one as each of Hope’s tears landed on his lifeless body. The tears were their heart, and their hearts were their tear, the tears encasing their hearts in crystal and through the power of their tears granting them immortal life as well as transcending them to the Immortal Plane. And from the tears each being was one of Hope and the Mariner equally. But as they shared a common heritage, they also were different to one another, carrying different traits and personalities to each other. Hope guided these beings from the island with the help of her brother Discord, The Wanderer, who crafted a great ship from a tree which lay in the middle of the misty crags. Built in emulation of <insert name>, the Mariner’s ship, this new ship called <insert name> “Bourner-of-the-First” as it is known in lore, carried them safely through the crags and onto the mainland. From there Discord took the beings into his care, teaching and nurturing them in the ways of the world. Bestowing upon them SongWeaving and knowledge on all things that existed then. He taught them of Love, of care and the protection of the world, from their <insert name> “Eternal-foes”, the Serpents. Of course, Time would test their mettle and morals, Time tests all in the turnings of the Sun and Moon. So began their wanderings, mentored by the Wanderer himself, and for millennia did they wander, shaping and learning as they went, creating and forming new things. And as each travelled, they found themselves with a particular love for a place or element in the world, and so they settled one by one in their chosen realms and built their halls upon them. The first of the crystal heart was Azu, Seeker of Knowledge and the Impatient Wind. They delighted in the sands and the swift winds. Upon his wanderings with their sibling Ora, they found themselves in the great deserts now known as Ilmyazu, and so they discovered a great new thing, for the mobile forges of Ora and the fires that burned a trail wherever he went melted the sands of the desert and formed a new glittery substance which Azu simply fell in love with. Glass. And they knew that they simply had to settle in the shifting sands and the fiery desert heat. And Azu called all the followers that they had gained in their travels, sang to them to be with him, the great desert wolves,and scorpions bound and skittered to them , falcons, vultures and desert owls all flocked to them in storms of wing and wind. Lizards, scarabs, iguanas, snakes (Serpents are quite different, trust me) and monitors all answered their call. And with the aide of Ora, they set to work together, shaping and compressing stone out of the sand and a crystal which Ora had discovered after shifting and carving the stone under the sand, quartz. Great pillars of sandstone they sung out of the sand, and entwined glass into flowing, majestic structures around the pillars they wrought. Soon they had raised a shining citadel of sand and crystal, glimmering and shining with the light of knowledge. Light refracted through the shimmering prisms of glass, exploding into beams and rays of colour and light. So Azu became the guardian of the ever-shifting sands, of the swift, scorching desert winds and the guardian of knowledge and the searching of it.Their halls, <insert name> “Culmination-of-Knowledge” became a centre of learning and pondering, the other guardians would come to read and learn from the many books which they scribed and to write on their own subjects, spreading and storing knowledge. People would come to learn and think on the many questions of the world. The Halls also stored the histories which Life wrote, sent to Azu as each volume was completed. Frequently Azu would leave their halls and fly around the spheres on a blanket of sand, scorching wind following them wherever they went. But who would keep the Halls while they were gone? To answer this question they embarked to see Hope and Death, and with their permission, they crafted a race from the sands and the carapace of the scorpions. They formed the first beings, similar to the elven races you read of in your tales. They were the Az-makii, “Ones-of-the-sandstorm” and Hope bestowed them with souls. A tall, hard skinned people, carapace and shell overlapping and joining in a humanoid form. Their faces were one of scorpion's, pincers and mandibles clacking to communicate and like a scorpion each had a segmented tail ending in a venomous spike. They garbed themselves in robes of white and became the curators and keepers of the Halls. So Azu could now roam the realm freely, singing deeply of questions and answers, of secrets and untold truths. They would ask questions of all the things in the realm, weaseling out answers from their song and recording them in the empty books which they carried with them wherever they went. They became proficient in LightSong, MindSong, SandSong and WindSong. Second of the crystal heart was Ora, the stubborn but adapting sibling of Azu, practical and logical where Azu was free-thinking and merited all knowledge. They delighted in the deep earth, the treasures kept there and the heat from the core which lay deeper still. They loved the rocks, gems and metals, loved the caves, the volcanoes and the chasms of the earth. The magma, lava brought them joy for perfect conditions which they brought to Ora’s forge, for Ora delighted in the makings of things and the crafting of contraptions and mechanical marvels, though they were not keen in the makings of beautiful things meant only for the pleasure of the eye that did not mean what they did not make was not visually pleasing, just that everything that they made always had a practical value and was useful in more than one way. But Ora knew not where to settle, for there were great volcanoes and ravines and cave systems scattered all over the realm, until after they left their sibling Azu in the deserts of Ilmyazu. They ventured forth westwards from the sands, travelling with their mobile forge and accompanied by automatons of Ora’s devising, created to man their forges and watch over when they were unable to do so, crafted to be impervious to all elemental interference. So they left the deserts of Ilmyazu, passed the plains of <insert name> and finally they came upon a wondrous sight indeed. A volcano, greatest of all they had seen since the beginnings of their wanderings, isolated at the heart of a great crater in the ground, belching smoke into the sky and sparks of flame. And Ora knew this was where they would build their halls, and so they descended into the pit and carved into the volcano, exposing great caverns of lava and stone. Surely it couldn’t get better than this! But it did, and upon further exploration they discovered glimmering strands of precious metal in the cavern walls, great crystals and gem growths glowing in the darkness of sub-terrania. The construction of Ora’s halls began immediately, under the volcano in the biggest cavern there was. So the great earthen halls of Khora-züd were erected, great smooth walls of metal and marble, strains of gold, silver and other precious metals creating a beautiful design in the walls, inset with sublime gemstones, crystal growths at the base of the walls, lighting up the grand design. This was merely the mansion of Ora however, and many forges were constructed, mines and quarries were established, all lit by the lava and the crystals. But Ora too desired to create a living race, for their automatons simply didn’t capture the animus of life. And Ora desired to teach and impart their knowledge, to create a race akin to them, to nurture and watch them grow. So Ora petitioned to Death and Hope as well, and they could see a reason why they shouldn’t. And so they began in the forming of a new race, the Or-Makii, “Ones-of-the-Forge”. Ora created them in the perfect form for digging, tunneling and mining, a compact form of muscle and sinew, hewn from the rocks themselves. Small in stature, but great in heart, Hope bestowed them with souls and they opened their crystal eyes, and their form softened to metallic flesh. They became the workers of Ora and their people, carving passageways and mines, establishing their own underground cities and homes, following in Ora’s teachings and becoming blacksmiths, scientists and inventors. This pleased Ora greatly and they loved their new people, bestowing them with knowledge and teaching them the way of the world much as Discord had done for them. They became known as the carvers of the veins of the world, for they spent many years exploring and creating cave systems, learning and discovering all to be known about deep earth. Ora would sing of treasure and exploration, digging and hunting in the hopes of finding something wonderful, of work and toil and the spoils of the earth. They were proficient in EarthSong, FlameSong and CraftSong, their halls a place of creation and wonder, the Guardians would come to it when in need of an answer to a problem, or to enlist the Or-makii to build any contraption that they would design. Third of the crystal heart was Emu, the wise and patient, the slow moving and reliable. They delighted in the greenery of the world, in the forests and trees, of woodland creatures and the shadows cast by leaves. They loved the harmony of nature and the perfect balance in forests and groves, embodying the understanding, co-operation and wisdom of the ancient trees. Emu found their home in the sheltered forests of Semulan, where they were protected from the storms and winds of their reckless sibling Iko by the mountain of Daruk, and were close to the life-giving waters of their beloved sibling Usi. Emu were known as the nurturer, the comforters, they were the kind understanding and the healing of wounds. They sang of loss and love and the growth of the world, and with it the inevitable evolution and loss of old, of ancient wisdom and soothing understanding. Their halls resided in the hollow of the Elder tree, most ancient of the Greatwoods which littered Semulan, and from the hollow connected to the most prominent of the other trees great bridges of SongWoven wood and vine, halls of rest and care, where all were welcome, the weak or strong, small or large, good or bad, it was a haven for all and a peaceful realm, no strife or worry, only peace and love for all. They too desired helpers and a race of their own, people to sing with them and allow for more to be cared for, so they petitioned to Death and Hope and their request was granted. So the Em-Makii “Ones-of-the-roots” were formed from the crystals of Emu’s own heart and fashioned from the dying trees, so they may continue on as new life. The Em-makii were the most beautiful of races, the clearest and most desirable of voice, the fairest and most lithe of mortal life, tall, gold and silver haired, soft and strong, wise and ever-learning. Emu created two beings at first, a male and a female, and to each they bestowed particular traits which would make them effective as helpers. The men became sages and advisors, priding themselves in the growth of their beards, which they would colour with henna and ichor and fashion them with ornate design, for the length of their beards would determine their age they declared, a symbol of wisdom and intelligence. The women became healers and Weavers, taught SongWeaving from Emu to aide them in their healings. The women would pride themselves in their singing, filling the forest with happy and soothing voices, encouraging growth and cooperation. They would embroid each other’s hair and adorn themselves with garlands and flowers guaranteed to bring joy to any heart and make anyone smile at their beauty. Azu would frequent the forests, bringing with them the hot desert air and adding their sand to the beaches, enjoying the activity of sparring with the people of the forest in competitions of wit and word-play, in games of song and debate. Emu was proficient in GrowthSong, MindSong and most of the emotion songs, guardians of nature, innocence, wisdom, peace and understanding. Fourth of the crystal heart was Iko, the joyful and excitable sibling, quick to anger but also quick to forgive and laugh along as well. Their domain was of the sky and the winds, the storms and the stars which they loved dearly. Their laughter was thunder and their gaze lightning. Their eyes twinkled with mirth and the very stars. They lived in the moment and loved action and excitement...constantly at odds with their siblings, as their merry making was a source of annoyance to them, interfering with their song and playing “pranks” on them. Despite this, who couldn’t love Iko? They brought with them a feeling which energised everyone, none could wallow around them, they were the perfect distractions. They were the inquisitive sort, constantly asking questions, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. Why was this made? What is this? And it was a source of great amusement to all to supply them with false answers and watch as their face went from one of enlightenment to one of confusion, then anger at being fooled, only to end up laughing along with the others, truly they were the best of sport. Fiercely loyal and holding to a deep moral conduct, they were the first to aide Hope constantly and continuously in the fight against the Serpents, battling the storms that the Serpents whipped up with storms of their own making. Their halls lay upon the highest mountain upon the tallest mountain of the world at that time, Mount Rikompus. Shrouded in clouds and mist, broken only at night when the pillars of their halls shone with a great brilliance. A magnificent sight indeed, 7 great pillars supporting the halls, each shining with the light of the stars, telling the stories of each guardian, you know these pillars as the constellation The Pillars of Iko. The Pillars made way to a vast courtyard, covered in a sheet of the clearest, strongest glass, straight from Ilmyazu, giving vision to the clouds as they brewed above the mountain, swirling dark clouds, spiralling out from the top of the mountain, illuminated by the frequent lightning. And in the courtyard is a carpet on which Iko would sit on, listening to the woes and favours of people who would come in from all over the realm to hold counsel to them, and Iku would grant favours and give advice to those who they deemed worthy, settling disputes, saving lost girls, flocks of beasts and giving blessing to those who wished to sail, to protect them from the storms of the Serpents. Truly Iko was the hardest working of the guardians, constantly active and helping others, yet also the humblest, least asking for something in return. However loud and reckless they could be, no-one minded as they worked so much, if this was how they let loose their tension, then so be it. They sung boldly and greatly, a clear yet thunderous voice, loudest of all the guardians. They did not seeka people of their own, instead their helpers were the fleetest and fastest of creatures, the eagles and butterflies, messengers of the wind, the great cats and hares, messengers of the land and the dolphins and swordfish, messengers of the sea. They were proficient in StormSong, WindSong, StarSong, TruthSong and JoySong and were the guardians of the week and needy, of the victims and the just, of storms, speed and the skies and stars. Fifth of the crystal heart was Üsi, the drifter, the worrier and wallower. The one who is isolated yet everywhere. For they were tragically bestowed with the doubts and worries of the world, yet also were the kindest, most affectionate and loving of the brethren. While the Emu were understanding, they weren’t truly empathetic, not in the way Üsi was. In the Ocean did Üsi fall in love with, seeing themself in the endless, swirling waters, in the cold depths of the seas. They became one with the water, engaging in BodySong to change themselves for underwater living, emulating the fish and growing gills and fins. So they sunk into the deep blue ocean, the perpetual darkness of the depths, where they sang of sorrow and worry, but also of life and hope, and the waters became a haunting place of song, their waters alive with the laments of Üsi, energised by their song and sorrow, their waters became even more nourishing than before, the milk of the universe, flowing through the Earth and around it, manifesting as rain, mist and vapour in the sky. Üsi the isolated was also the closest at hand. They cried for the world, not for themselves. Beloved by all but infrequently seen, Üsi’s halls lay at the bottom of the ocean, in the darkness of the seabed, illuminated only by the algae and salt crystals woven with LightSong. Their Halls were one of coral, living polyps and shell, silent save for the haunting song of inevitable loss and mourning. Superstition is I believe is that should one hold a conch horn to their ear, they can hear the song of Üsi, however strange and incongruous it may seem. Hope and Death created a race of merpeople for Üsi, the Üs-Makii “Ones-of-the-depths”, and Üsi was grateful to them, for they couldn’t bring themselves to ask on their own. The Üs-Makii were entirely mute in speech, instead communicating purely through their haunting song, their songs are one of legend, and should a mariner hear their song, they know they are under the protection of the sea, and there is nothing to be feared. Only when their song changes to one of warning should a mariner fear, but they are hard to understand, and few mariners can translate their song and understand their meanings and intentions, so many superstitions have arisen around them. They supported Üsi and spread his song and love through the world, nourishing life as they went. Üsi and their Üs-Makii were guardians of the Ocean, of life and the passing of it. Üsi was proficient in BodySong, OceanSong, SorrowSong and LifeSong. The sixth of the crystal heart was Ïyé, the silent darkness. Ïyé rarely sung aloud, instead humming to themself in FateSong. When they did sing aloud however, it was a song of prophecy and the future,past and present colliding. They were the only one of the guardians with an affinity for FateSong, perhaps the only SongWeaver to be proficient in it. Ïyé dwells in the deep underground, in an orifice of darkness and shadows deep under the roots of Semulan. Their only companion is Life, and they enjoy speaking to one another in MindSong, their only direct contact with the surface. Ïyé’s silence is one of resignation and contemplation, for they have seen the future, glimpses of it, and the future was dire indeed. Ïyé had seen the coming of Winter and the cycles of the FrostTimes. Now they only seek for its cause, and for ways to prevent it, however barren a search even though they knew that the future cannot be prevented, but only delayed and survived. The sky would darken with thick clouds of ice, an endless torrent of snow and hail, great chunks of ice will fall from the sky. The sun would be blotted out and the world would be encased in ice and all things, it would seem, would die. Now Ïyé seeked to discover its cause and warn the others when it would occur...but for now they would keep the knowledge to themself, trusting Life to tell them when the right time would be. Ïyé’s eyes are always closed, for they engage in SightSong, and need not to see physically when they can see the world through song. They surround themself with the spiders, their chosen messengers and helpers, some growing to an enormous size, their webs weaving the future itself, sending warnings to the ones above. Ïyé was a guardian of the past, future and present, the preserver of memory, of dreams, hopes and destiny, working behind the scenes to protect the realms, to warn of great disasters before they occurred, to minimise destruction and desolation (Like the eruption of Khora-züd), to preserve time and sleep. They were proficient in SightSong, FateSong, SleepSong, BodySong, MindSong and ShadowSong. The last of the crystal heart was Uno, the cold and numbing apathy, yet the calm, observative and controlling parent. They resided in the great tundra of the north, Hünoz-run as they delighted in the cold and the frost. They are the analyser of the world, the calculator and perfectionist. Manipulating the works of others subtly to work better with their idea of order and harmony, their siblings only endure their endless criticism and changings as in the end, they know that Uno is almost always correct in their analysis, and that they mean well. Not to mention that most feared their power and might, one of subtle freezing and changing. Should they prevent Uno from bringing their touch of order to the world, the uneasy harmony they had would surely break out into war. They sang in a monotone and preferred to whistle their more complex tunes. They sang of order, control, of cold and unfeeling, for they believed that emotions meddled with one’s view of the world and made one biased to their perception of perfection, however ironic. They asked arrogantly to Hope and Death for a race of beings that would bring order to the world, and so Hope and Death delivered, with the creation of the Un-Makii “Ones-of-the-Cold”. But these new beings, these….humans, infuriated Usi, and they felt cheated in their request, for the humans were completely different to their idea of order, they were chaotic and constantly quarrelling, loud and raucous and it wasn’t long before the humans were expelled from Hünoz-run, the FrostLands as they were called. And so Discord the Wanderer befriended them, built them great ships and taught them what Uno couldn’t, taught them to become seafarers and mariners, to love all and nurture all. But humans were constantly devious and free-thinking, without someone to constantly guide them. They became wanderers and lovers of the ocean, but constantly raided and attacked one another for their worldly desires, indeed the Serpents crept easily into the hearts of men and directed them to evil pursuits. But just as easily as the Serpents directed them, so did Hope, and the humans were inherently a good people, if misguided. They settled on land and created civilisation of their own, quickly taking up space and multiplying. They lived the least longest of the mortal races, but they made up for that with the amount of activity and things they accomplished during their short life-spans. They created the concept of automation and commerce, of producing goods and reaping the fruits of their labour, looking for the easiest way to become wealthy and easy-living. They conquered one another and brought war and strife to the lands, constantly at odds with the other races. They couldn’t seem to fit into the harmony of their new home. They were a displaced people, banished from their birthplace and unwelcome in their everywhere else. They were the most adaptive of the races, the most clever and devious of them as well, survival was a driving thought for them back then, and as time will tell, they would soon settle in and become peaceful, a compassionate people where they were once war-mongers. Now, Uno, the guardian of Order, the Analyser, guardian of Cold and Ice, singer of FrostSong, OrdersSong, ClearSong was themself creating a masterpiece of song, one that would soon throw the world into their idea of perfect order. WinterSong, and with it, the coming of FrostTimes. Ïyé opened his eyes.

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We all come into the world in darkness, a shadowland it is then, we know not what we see or what we know. Each of us carry a glass jar, and in it are stars, stars which light our way and illuminate the shadows, reveal the answers. In our first days, when we are children, we are accompanied by the ones around us, they light our way for us and there isn’t a worry in the world. We give and share the stars in our jars freely, each a bundle of love, hope, compassion, joy, comfort. It is easy then, to share our stars with the ones around us, you laugh and exchange them freely, even if no-one gives you some of their stars in return. But as you grow older, things start to change don’t they? The people who guided your way, their light starts to dim, and soon it seems like you’re all alone, with your jar of stars. Blindly following their light. You find other stragglers in the dark, people whom you give your stars to in the hopes that they may find the light as well. But sometimes these precious gifts aren’t appreciated. They refuse your stars, some abuse your love, they get turned down, thrown away. And it hurts it hurts so much. People. They don’t want to hurt. So they hide in the shadows, they don’t want to know the truth, to search for answers by the light of their stars. They grow possessive of what they have, colder, they stop sharing their light. They become isolated in the darkness, they decide that it is better to stay in the shadows then to reach out and have their stars discarded. They withdraw themselves, and the world grows darker for it. But there are those brave souls that keep giving their stars no matter what. They soldier on and make the world a brighter place. But as they keep giving, doubt and worry gnaw at them in the back of their minds.We give away our light, our stars. Perhaps people accept these gifts...but we aren’t getting anything back. And disquiet sets in. What if we run out of stars? What if we become perpetual shadows ourselves? And so, some of them stop giving as well. They hunch over what little light they have and they sigh and turn away. Their stars become hidden to the world, the light is darkened instead of shining out to others in a beacon of hope. But there is another type of person. The type you are. The sort of person that has witnessed their light diminish, given up to light the way for others. The sort that has had their light abused by the people around them. The sort that still fights on to fight the darkness. The sort that continues looking for answers, continues fighting, fighting, fighting. It may seem like you are empty, that your stars have long diminished, but remember that others will come and kindle your light. Someone will appreciate you and love you for the amazing human being you are. They will give you their stars, and light the way for you. It may seem like you are lost, that there is no purpose in shambling in the dark and hunting for answers to faceless questions, no point in lighting the way for others, no point in giving up your light for others. But there is always a reason, we fall so we can learn how to pick ourselves up again, we cry so we can appreciate the world more, remember and cherish the good times. It may seem like there is no feeling in the world. But the world is in darkness, and there are others like you battling it, trying to light up the world, you just need to shine through the shadows and find them. And yet. You keep shining anyway. You keep fighting, you keep shouldering the worries of the world, and cutting through the shadows. Do you have any idea how beautiful that is? You keep shining, you keep sharing your light, your warmth. Some day, you will meet someone, and you will give to them your last star. Someone who will take your last rays of light, look at their brilliance, and smile. Someone who will appreciate what you just gave to them. And your heart will sing as they place it carefully in their own jar, adding to their light. And as a tear runs down their cheek, they will grab a handful of their own stars, and fill up your empty jar. Look at you. Standing in the shadows, alone you think. One day, you will realise that you were never alone, there were always others in the shadows helping you forward, pushing you and motivating you. And once you shine your light through the shadows, you will find them, their arms open and they will embrace you and whisper in your ear. You did it One day, I promise you this, you will realise that you were always appreciated and loved. That you were never lost or alone. And you will look back to these days and smile, realising that they shaped who you were, strengthened you, made you a better person. It may seem like all there is, is darkness. But once you shine through, you will realise that there is so, so much more. You always brought beauty, love and warmth to the world. You bring care and wonder to the world. You kindle stars, reignite lights and help people on their way. And if people don’t appreciate you, if they leave you feeling hopeless and lost, then remember that it is a fault on their part, there is nothing wrong with you. If they can’t see what an amazing person you are...don’t mind them, focus on the people who do appreciate you. Keep giving, Keep shining your stars to the world and bringing hope and life to the world. You are an amazing person. And you are appreciated and loved by the ones around you. Just look for where the shadows come from, and you will find us. One day, you will realise just how beautiful and wonderful you are. This I promise.

Um. So after rereading the story my friend wrote for me (the one in badday) I decided to write my own version for this girl I've been talking to on tumblr lately. Well, she's been having long bouts of inactivity which have been worrying me so I decided to send her my version heh. Um. Enjoy!

How good is nutmeg (drink)?

Well, what you need first is a rope. A good strong one. Then you're going to tie him up and tell him, "Want some of my cupcakes?" No you're not and I'm a storming weirdo XD Anyway. I reckon you should pay attention to the way he behaves around you, clearly he likes you, you'll need to wait and see I'm afraid whether he has a crush on you as well. But should you ask him out, well, there is a massive chance he's going to say yes. Is there like a formal or some form of event happening soon (or later)? Ask him out to some sort of event you're sure he'll enjoy.

you jinxed the entire thing And so I pass on to Aman a small thing, a small thing indeed. Hope, and I hope you may carry it heavily, for it is not a light thing, however small. It is now your burden to bear and may you fulfill our hopes and dreams. Do us proud eh?

1. Favorite book is Philosophers Stone. Rowling's prose really brought wonder to reading, it's what got me into reading avidly for my own reasons, not just because everyone else was reading said book. 2. Favorite Character, darn this is a hard one but it'd have to be Aberforth in the books and Snape in the movies. Although I loved Snape in Cursed Child. Oh, and Tonks. As for house...Gryffindor/Ravenclaw.

aha If you had highlighted said post you would have noticed that I had successfully predicted your death. Next Tuesday.

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles

and then there's me. Too much time and too much to write >>

A nose

Ah thanks you guys. all that training paid off XD

Lol what soccer games are these? And thanks

Like for the song

actually wouldn't mind role playing as the sorting hat