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  1. LARiA
    Saxxy forced me to post this. :( I cannot, for my life, dress up dolls for beauty.

    Username: Lilith
    Doll's Name: Jiskra
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    Post by: LARiA, Nov 12, 2011 in forum: The Playground
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    Oh, where to start...

    Everything.

    My father once teased that I was so skinny I would be sucked down the drainage of the bathtub, and after that I not once took another bath, not for many years. Converted to showering. I was frightened to learn how to ride a bike, and at the age of eight I tried to, fell off once, never picked up the bike again until two or three years later after I had jokingly stolen a bike of my friend's. Rode it around, realized it was nothing to freak over. Slept with my parents until I was nine or ten. Wet the bed for years. Finally my parents scolded, said that I could sleep with them no longer; forced me into my own bed, and so I was forced hesitantly. Slept with a nightlight for an embarrassingly lengthy amount of time. Afraid of the dark. Afraid of insects of any sort, would not and still don't step on even tiny ants... although now it is more out of knowing my place and not fear, as the big human I am, I couldn't crush something so small without feeling some degree of guilt. As a child I would spend a painstakingly long amount of time, minutes on end, eating my Cocoa Krispies one by one, by the grain-- scared that each would contain a bug, that I would be eating an insect! Had to check each single grain manually. Speaking of food. I ceased eating for about a week after I nearly choked on a sausage. And now I am a vegetarian. Heights. I would be frightened stiff that I might lose all sense and jump it, jump to my squishy demise...

    ALSO. This video, scared the living daylights out of me. My brother and his friends would utter the word "dinosaur", and get the biggest kicks out of seeing me flee the scene screaming. I would do things in gross repetition, and this video I watched repetitively. Got me into stop-motion, I think. Then my brother just had to let out the definition of "disembowled", and that at 1:14... he was missing his organs... and every time after, the mention of dinosaurs had me think of them ripping out my intestines. Lastly, speaking of gross repetition... being punctual was my forte. I would be in a fit if woken up a few minutes later than usual, or a few minutes earlier. Had to be at precisely 7 o'clock. Had to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner in order. So if I woke up at 12 pm, god so help me, I absolutely had to eat breakfast foods, it had to be called breakfast. If I skipped lunch and ate at dinner, it had to be lunch. Else I would seethe angrily.

    Edit: More. I threatened several times to leave my home, packed bag ready and lacking ridiculously in foods, then took a long walk. Came back each and every time, bag unpacked. More of a desperate plea for attention if anything, as I was far too frightened to leave the quarters of my home. My mother threatened to leave various times, this terrified me greatly. I would scrabble about the house, blocking all the exits as she tried to find an open route. Nowadays when she does it I am unreactive, becoming immune to her pleas and her grip on me lessening. She doesn't so much anymore... well, has, but it has not been anywhere near as melodramatic as then. It does not terrify me so much now as it madden me. To think she would threaten to do such a thing... I would say, she must have enjoyed my pitiful state of being whenever she threatened, but no... I don't think so.

    That's all for now, if I had to list everything, the list would grow too long...
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 12, 2011 in forum: Discussion
  3. LARiA
    good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see. [Dr_Wigglz, Heart]

    and only one will survive, I wonder who it will be [NemesisPrime, Andrew]

    ...Had nearly forgotten, use this as the avatar. Oh, damn, WARNING: LARGE image.

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    Post by: LARiA, Nov 10, 2011 in forum: KHV Chorus
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    Nice! Like how you drew me as Mukuro, you looked at profile pictures. Can't rep you for it unfortunately, I'm all out of rep.
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 10, 2011 in forum: The Playground
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    Profile Post

    Busy with school?

    Busy with school?
    Profile Post by LARiA for Saxima, Nov 8, 2011
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    Profile Post

    ...did I wake you up?

    ...did I wake you up?
    Profile Post by LARiA for Saxima, Nov 8, 2011
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    You are deserving of all of my rep. A crying shame I can't hand out anymore. That this all started after my mention of our Sforzato being a Floridian to Makaze, difficult to believe...
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 8, 2011 in forum: The Playground
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    Profile Post

    Are you on?

    Are you on?
    Profile Post by LARiA for Saxima, Nov 8, 2011
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    So am I...
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 7, 2011 in forum: The Playground
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    Me. I'm ready.
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 6, 2011 in forum: The Playground
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    Here's enough work for a day: draw me, Makaze, and Saxima together. Is that okay...?
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 6, 2011 in forum: The Playground
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    Sforzato's Alaskan Adventure

    LARiA
    I noticed that in Sforzato's drawing. of Jayn's, it is snowing and he is in a coat. I find that terribly funny. He is in Florida.
    MEANWHILE, IN FLORIDA...
    http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e267/Koibito49/Sketches/Sfortazo-1.png

    Makaze
    Hahaha.
    Sforzato's Alaskan adventure.

    LARiA
    Let's see how long a true Floridian can last in the Alaskan wilderness.
    He'll be dead by the second day I bet.

    Makaze
    I doubt it.

    LARiA
    You doubt it?

    Makaze
    That he'll die that quickly.

    Post by: LARiA, Nov 6, 2011 in forum: The Playground
  20. LARiA
    Beautiful. My hair has been cut short, since long after that photo was taken, did you know? But it is good nonetheless, great, much obliged... thank you.
    Post by: LARiA, Nov 6, 2011 in forum: The Playground