DramaQueen

Oh, yeah. Let's do this. Okay so I was Lily Potter and I was besties with Snape. There were sketches of us that I remember seeing, then I took the one of him and left him the one of me at his house (that's where I was, but I didn't see him) then I left. I don't know how much later it was, but we talked and danced later so I was really close to his face and he didn't look like Snape. He had black and white hair and eyeshadow, so that was weird. Also his hair was fwooshy. Then the next scene I remember, we're sitting together and he hands me a magic box. He looks different again, his hair's all black but it's longer than in the movies and like...super luscious. Anyways, this box extends weirdly before it opens, and then there are multiple boxes, kind of like a matryoshka doll. In the smallest box, there are some Hershey's kisses and he was like "Can I give you a real one, too?" Then I, as Lily Potter, friendzone Snape. It was w e i r d

"Why wouldn't I appreciate it?" Lyanor asked hesitantly. Lyanor gave in, squeezing her eyes shut in preparation for the pain.

Lyanor pushed Elya away. "I can do it myself. I'll be fine."

Lyanor breathed shakily, turned in towards Ji. "Thank you," she whispered weakly. "But I should probably bind where I got shot."

Dangit, Synnie, I'm all outta rep and it's your fault :-P Anyways, YOUR ART IS INCREDIBLE AS ALWAYS MY GOSH

Lyanor kept shooting. The pain brought tears to her eyes, making it harder to aim. Blinking the tears away forcefully, she then took another two shots. One was dodged, the other brought a Pacis down. Realizing that it wasn't exactly a good strategy to stay in one place, Lyanor started zigzagging backwards, luring the Pacis into following her. Now that she was a moving target and harder to hit, she let herself put one gun away, using her now-free hand to tie the bottom of her jacket around where she'd been shot. With her wound badly bound, she started firing again. The Pacis were now moving as much as she was. Lyanor cursed as her first shots all missed; she couldn't have many bullets left. If she missed again, she might not have enough to hit them all. She stopped moving, making herself vulnerable, but improving her ability to aim. She fired, one shot per Pacis. They all hit, but only two of the five Pacis fell. The three left standing all shot at her before she could start moving again. One missed, but one hit her in the leg, bringing her to her knee. Another struck her shoulder just below her collarbone. Had it been just a couple inches higher, it might have been fatal. She dropped completely to the ground, rolling to the side as they shot again. From the ground, she fired an almost pitiful shot. She wouldn't be able to keep going long; her guns were nearly out of ammo and she was nearly bleeding out. In rolling, the binding she'd put around her torso had come loose. She could be dead as soon as their next shot hit.

You type "@" and then start typing the username of the person you want to mention and it should come up. So in order to mention @Frustration, I just typed @Frustration. Same type of thing for @Channelknight Fadran, @Condensation, @Vapor, @Mist, @Szeth_Pancakes, @Mystic Syn, @Tesh, @DoomStick, @Zephrun's Imperium, @Nathrangking, and @Dannnex I love you all (platonically, with the exception of one of you (you know who you are )) please don't get mad at me. Or do, but don't dislike me :-P

Lyanor risked another glance around the corner. Her eyes widened and her hands reflexively shot to her sides, grabbing her guns and firing shot after shot, downing another couple Pacis. They weren't bad shots themselves, however, and before long, Lyanor let out a shout of pain as a bullet hit her in the ribs. She almost crumpled, but she knew that she'd soon be killed if she let that happen, so she stayed standing and shooting through pure force of will.

Lyanor sucked in a breath as she watched Elya get hit. There's no way I can deal with that Mystic if Elya couldn't. But maybe... Giving herself no more time to second-guess her idea, she whipped out the two pistols she kept at her hip, leaning out from the corner and landing fatal shots on two of the Pacis, then pulling back behind the shelter of the corner--hopefully before any of them had time to realize where the shots had come from.

Petrichor is good Also I really like the smell of real Mexican vanilla And snickerdoodle cookies

*hugsss* Nath, you're one of my favorite people on the Shard, you're incredible. If you need anything, feel free to reach out. You're not a burden, it's okay to not be okay, and when you're not okay, it's good to ask for help or talk about it. We love you and we're here for you.

Taking smaller hallways, but still progressing towards the sounds of fighting, Lyanör eventually ended up in the hall perpendicular with Elya. Surprisingly, no guards had stopped her. She peeked around the corner, confused by the unfamiliar burning man with Elya. Feeling something like a coward's guilt, she stayed put, choosing to avoid putting herself in danger rather than trying to help.

Hey, I can be here now! I've kinda squashed some labels together to make a label I'm comfy with. Heteromantic (maybe bi or panromantic, not quite sure there) demi-ace-flux So basically, I'm asexual, sex-repulsed with most people but, like demisexual and ace-flux, if I have an emotional romantic connection with someone, it can fluctuate between sex-repulsed to sex-positive. I never feel an actual sexual desire, but my feelings towards sex change depending on the day. I also have similarly flux stuff with things like kissing. Some days I'm like "eh kissing just kinda sounds weird today" but then other days kissing sounds awesome. Hugs and cuddles and stuff like that always sound like the best thing ever.

No, I just thought it was kinda funny that my brain would do that... Exactly. That's the most conscious I've ever been of my left hand, it was weird.

The officers that had been keeping an eye on Lyanör seemed to decide that she wasn't a threat at the moment. They ran inside to where the commotion seemed to be coming from. Lyanör followed close behind, taking care to not be noticed.

"Deal."

I'll steal them back from you in June. But then I'll be an adult, too, so I won't be able to bring them back here to share with the youth.

Whatever one I'm in What's your favorite RP?

Who was he?

Yes, it is. My choir teacher is OBSESSED with Guys and Dolls. And with good reason.

Nope. Fadran's ten hours away from me, Stick's even farther. They were there for the summer and for meeting up.

Oh my gosh I haven't finished it yet, but oh my gosh To be completely frank, I didn't have very high expectations; previous experiences with romantic fanfics are probably to blame. But this is freaking awesome! Ahhh!!! Amazing writing.