Blood On Your Lips (BOYR):

Prologue - [link]
Chapter 1 - [link]
Chapter 2 - [link]

Welllll.... I just spent a little bit of time writing a rambling fanfict. But I don't know what to put here now...

More german perhaps? No...

LYRICS!

Achilles Last Stand - Led Zeppelin

It was an April morning when they told us we should go
And as I turned to you, you smiled at me, how could we say no?

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss,
The devil's in his hole

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

Oh to ride the wind, To tread the air above the din
Oh to laugh aloud, Dancing as we fought the crowd

To seek the man whose pointing hand, The giant step unfolds
To guide us from the curving path, That churns up into stone

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king
So fast the heart should beat, As proud the head with heavy feet.

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow
As far away and distant, Our mutual child did grow

Oh the sweet refrain, Soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

Wandering and wondering, What place to rest the search
The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth

The mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth...

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way (X2)

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, Hold the heavens from the earth.

So fwah to you, I'm braindead and this is all the journal I feel like writing tonight.

Whoo, so the fun begins!

I really like writing in German for some reason, but I might see if I can restrain myself for a little bit longer. Just a little tad longer.

YAY FOR NZ! You know you love it!

Razer, my most beloved fruitcake, needs WAY more ficcage. I must sick Erol on him again, that is such a delight to write! Oh, and in future you might get to see some of my actual fanart - I'm debating putting it on here for a number of reasons, the foremost being the fact that it is very very bad in my opinion.

Nevertheless, you'll see it one day Oh, you have no idea how much it will hurt your eyes.

GERMAN = FWEE + + RAZER! I love that language to death.

RAZER + EROL =

But, in other words - explosives + fire = bad

Dundundun...

Don't you just love my rambling? Oooo, Metallica is coming on now

pfht, I really need to either write or draw... or blow something up here I come PS2!!!

or, you know, not... since my sister is on it

I want to draw Seem for some absurd reason... be afraid, be VERY VERY afraid. Maybe I'll show it to you, when I draw it.

If I draw it, which might not happen at all.

I wonder if I can make Precusor a font on my computer? I'm sure I have a program on mum's one for making fonts. Wow, that would be so cool - or better yet, there's got to be one I can download somewhere.

Saves me time, unless it takes me forever to find one.

But fwah, Seem rocks... along with Razer and Erol. Fanfict idea anyone? Sure just gave me one. FEAR ME! I seriously need to upload more stuff on here, but I don't like having my pictures on this computer. It's my dads, and it makes me feel somewhat... uncomfortable.

So you just wait a week

Yes, so I decided to write it all in German cause it's the holidays I need some practise ( please bear in mind loads of this is done with a translator, I'm not this advanced)

If you translate it, it'll come up with something Erol and Razer centered - just an extract from one of my fics.


GERADE EINE ANDERE NACHT

Der Ton der klirrenden Gläser und des rausgechten Gespräches wurde in dieser schmutzigen Ecke, das helle schwache und kränkliche Grün und der Rauch gedämpft, also dick könntest du erdrosseln. Keine überraschungen dann, daß dieses ist, wo unser gegenwärtiges Interesse oben durchlöchert wird, oben aufgewickelt an der Gelb- und Marineausdehnung und an der umfangreichen Kilogramm Rüstung.

Für jetzt ignorieren wir die Tatsache, die er angenommen hat, tot zu sein.

Erol lehnte sich weiter zurück in seinem Stuhl, die Füße, die bis zum Rest auf der Tabelle schwingen, während er den blutigen Haken mit abgetrenntem Interesse überblickte. Seine dünnen Lippen wurden gekräuselt, Augen das Flattern geschlossen, seine Arme, die gegen seinen schmalen Kasten gekreuzt wurden - Firma mit seinem sehr zurückweisend Blick.

Nicht daß er einige Männer stoppt

So untergetaucht in den Anblicken, die in seinen Augenlidern spielen, hört Erol nicht oder sieht den rot-plattierten Racer sich zu nähern - weiß nicht, daß sein persönlicher Raum eingedrungen worden ist, bis eine Akzent-schwere Stimme heraus rollte und über ihm wusch

„Gebohrt, hmmm?“

Seine bernsteinfarbigen Augen flogen geöffnetes in der Zeit, sich die langsame Gegenkraft der Zigarette, die Razers in den gelben Handschuhen, der Rauch zu verfangen gehockt wurde, der aus seiner öffnung heraus in einen taunt Strom fließt. Lippen Erols verdünnten, dennoch fördern und blickten am Eindringling mit den Augen, die unter schweren Kappen Hälfte-versteckt wurden.

„Jetzt jetzt summte mein reizendez,“ Razer, während er in den Sitz neben Erol glitt und eine andere Gegenkraft auf seinem Krebsstock nahm. „Solch eine aloof Natur, man muß sich wundern, wie du gewannst deinen Rank.“ Eine behandschuhte Hand wurde in die Richtung des Kommandanten, ein geübter leichter Schlag der dünnen Finger wellenartig bewogen. Erols dünne Lippen wanderten in einen Sneer.

„So kamst du schließlich heraus zu spielen,“ er zischtest, etwas kipptest seine Kopfrückseite und hältst seine Augen mit Kapuze. „Dauerte deine Zeit beim Kommen. Jetzt warum wurde, das ist?“

Razer runzelte überhaupt so schwach die Stirn, das höfliche façade der Freundlichkeit nie gleiten, während er die Zigarette herum mit seinen Fingern rollte. Der Mann war - eine dünn veiled Schablone weites auch… nettes, die leicht beiseite heftig gezerrissen wurde, als die Zeit sie verlangte.

„Mein, mein, Kommandant,“ purred er - die starken deutschen Wörter so, die elegant überhaupt von zwischen seinen glitzernden Zähnen schieben. „Und ich kam hierhin, irgendeinen herrlichen Scherz suchend.“

Der Kommandant könnte einem glauben, das der gelb-behandschuhten Hand jenem ist, die herüber slinking ist, um auf seinem Schenkel, seine Augen stillzustehen nie einmal umgeleitet zu ihm, obgleich die Muskeln in seinen Beinen Vertrag abschlossen.

Haha, so, yeah...

What on earth am I going to talk about today?

Oooo, I know! I got my PS2 back! Dad's been away from the whole year, and since I live with my mum five hours away AND the stupid blighter didn't give the PS2 to me and my sister before he left I've been on some severe (think or ) Jak withdrawl...

Like, the twitchy kind of withdrawl - with the constantly moving fingers and the itch to play with whatever buttons I could find.

I do not play the Jak games too much /eyeballs/

Haha, but I beat Jak X the day before yesterday - first time my hands touched the controller since Janurary. Despite the year long split between me and that incrediably wonderful game it only took less than a month to finish.

And ohhh, the Razer I seriously think I channel him when I play that game, before I always adopt some sort of mad 'must kill, must win, must rub it in their noses' attitude.

Yeah, so that's my Jak X ramble for the day... hold on, I just have to tell you how much I love my Street Grinder...

Okay, that's it, seriously.

Just a short journal, made up of ramblings...

And now, I think I'll write in German.

Nein, mein liebling, es ist mein teil.

Ja.

Du hasst mich?

Nein, ich liebe du.

Danke, ich liebe du.

Oddest conversation I've ever had with myself....

Haha, home from school two days in a row! Booyah!

Of course, being sick and sounding like a foghorn kind of ruins this magical moment, but we'll just ignore that now won't we . So, what HAVE I been doing instead of listening to a student teacher talk about rocks ? Yeah, well, sentences are boring so I'll just list


- listening to music (and yes, I did that too)
- avoiding latin homework
- cooking up ideas for my fanfiction
- dancing
- eating, drinking, and sleeping
- running around like a lunatic
- looking at the awesome jak and daxter art on this site
- writing posts out in rpg's, and effectivly ruining the lives of my characters while doing so
- avoiding doing housework
- headbanging and dancing some more

All in all, I think this was quite a productive day - don't you?

I have holidays in THREE days! Yay! I'm sick on the last week of school, but I'm going tomorrow because it's mufti and I'm going into town afterwards and I don't care if I'm sick or not.

Wow, I have very unhealthy priorities

Anyway, I think I'll go look at more artwork now. Toodles!