Robin Snowscar...

So, it took me hours to finish. I started it in art as my teacher just said 'Hey, you need a break from drawing flowers. Do what you like.' I know! We just sat there like 'Um, OK...' and then started drawing what ever. My GCSE class is funny sometimes...


So, I got home and finished it and POOF! Here it is... I hope you like it! ◕‿◕

This will probably be the last picture I put on here - instead they'll go to my DeviantART account! 

http://shadow--9.deviantart.com/

Anyway...

That's all for now!

Lynxia x

Important!

Here I am doing you a favour! DO NOT GET A 'NEWBREED GIRL' BAG!


I got one for Christmas...


 And it broke within 2 weeks. I replaced it and got the same style, it broke within 1 week!


So I got another one, 
Newbreed Girl, and it broke - AGAIN! Within 1 week. They kept changing them at this shop as they are very nice but still! TO MUCH HASTLE! I now have a very good bag -


 This but on a bag! I ❤ it!


That's it for now...


Lynxia x


P.S. I had no control over where the pics were!

Crystal Darkflair, Robin Snowscar and Flame Phoenix. (WHO IS EATING MY APPLE!)

Just some pics I did of Flame's new story that I don't think he has named yet. I drew them when I was half a sleep so they're really crap! Oh well, see what you think...

 My new bracelet!

 Crystal Darkflair...

 Flame eating MY apple!

 Flame about to get hit by 

me because he threw me through a WALL!

 Robin Snowscar. Now you see why I 

don't normally do faces...

↑ Sorry! Some of them are to the side... ↑

But anyway - they're from Flame's new story. I did use some colour (so unlike me!) on Robin's hair and fire in her hand and from her sword to show she's, well, Robin, I guess...


Lynxia x

The Straight Jackets!

Look at the coat of arms I made for us! You like?

Thank you Sparky! Here is the coat of arms on the Straight Jackets site! 

http://thestraightjackets.blogspot.com/
Yes I am listening to the AMAZING My Chemical Romance on iTunes in the background as well as on Blogger! I can multi task!


Lynxia x

The Wilting Rose, Chapter 3, Part 1 - Sometimes You Just Need A Quick Escape...

       Luca Salzar was a tall stocky boy in my year. He was very thick and thought he was the best. He leaned over me, looking down on me which I did not appreciate, with one hand on the white wash wall he had cornered me against. His black hair was greasy, his skin a horrible yellowy waxy colour and his eyes were brown, mud brown. His breath smelled like Mortal liquor. "What do you want, Luca?" I asked looking straight into his yellow face.
       "I want to ask you something." he said in a voice with a thick French accent.
       "Depends what it is." I replied making it very clear I dislike him.
       "Will you go out with me?" he said, his thuggish friends grunting with laughter.
       "Er, no." I said and ducked under his arm and started walking away.
       "Why not, Fia?" he said grabbing my arm. "We'd make a lovely couple." By now a crowd was forming.
       "One, Luca, I hate you. Two, I already have a boyfriend." I tried to get out of his grip but he held on closer.
       "I'm better than him though." he said smiling now. That's it, I thought. I brought in his arm, elbowed his stomach and pushed him away. He charged at me but I tripped him with ease. He came at me again and for some reason I knew what to do. I flung open my arms and a sonic boom rang around the plaza. Luca was swept back off his feet and landed with a heavy thud. He didn't get up. The crowd gasped. I felt a mixture of happiness and guilt. I stared at my hands. They looked normal but a haze seemed to be coming from them.
       Whispering broke out in the crowd. "How did she do it? She's under sixteen." I heard one say.
       "I know." replied their neighbour.
       "The Chains, some came through the chains." this sent vibrations of muttering through the crowd. It all stopped, however, when Mistress Pennyfeather showed up, quick as a flash.
       "Don't you all have classes to go to?" she barked. Everyone hesitantly turned and headed back to their next Lodge classroom. I started to go too but Mistress Pennyfeather placed a claw like hand on my shoulder. "Not you." she said almost kindly "You are ready."




Dum dum daa! What will happen? This I do wonder...

The Wilting Rose, Chapter 2, Part 2 - CWCA, Where Boredom Reins Supreme...

       Mistress Pennyfeather was a tall thin woman. Her white hair was tied into a bun held together with a butterfly clasp leaving only two strands of curled hair falling on either side of her face. Her eyes were a dark brown that was slightly fading due to cataracts. Her lips were pulled into a constant disapproving pout and her eyebrows always slanted inwards giving her a constant scowl as well. She was head mistress and she accepted no excuses If you were late by a second she would screech 'Detention!' before you could blink. Her voice was harsh and cold and she disliked everyone, no wonder she never got married. She tapped the microphone and spoke over the roar of the sea just beyond the cliff behind her. "Good morning students." she said, with a face like she was sucking a lemon.
       "Good morning Mistress Pennyfeather." we grumbled back at her.
       "Now that won't do." she said tartly "Good morning students." she repeated.
       "Good morning Mistress Pennyfeather." we chanted back, like the good little students we are.
       "Now, welcome back. I hope you had a nice holiday. I would like to say welcome back on this, fine" she said the word glancing at the sky " Winter Solstice." I know that you mortals have your big holidays in summer for the top half of the equator and winter for the bottom half, at least I think that's right - but who pays attention in HS (Human Studies) ? Certainly not me! Our big holidays are in the winter. Two months of relaxation! They don't even give us homework! "And as it is the Winter Solstice we must send our graduates to Raltazar to for fill their positions for the Arc Angel." she turned to the five girls and five boys standing behind her, on the edge of the cliff. She clapped her hands twice and spread them wide. Gold dust came from her hands, drifted around the graduates and became thick. When it blew away with the wind, they were gone. "And now to other important stuff. Madame Galeshaw has retired..." and the rest blurred. I paid very little attention and got up when everyone else did, got handed my timetable and went to my first class.
       My bag was fairly light because I didn't have any of my books but it did ring with bells. Every winter since I was four we had visited Earth for a one week holiday. Same place every year, did the same stuff. But if it's one thing about you mortals I adore - it's your voodoo dolls! You know the little ones you get on a key ring, made of wool with a bell on top. Well I got one of those each year and now I had thirteen. My latest one was 'Pin Head' and he looked like a skeleton with a bunch of pins in him. He was my second favourite. My favourite was the angel one. It had black hair, white wings, red dress and was crying. Her name was 'Scarlet'. I trudged over to Lodge Four for Latin class. We had the new teacher who had replaced Madame Galeshaw. Her name was Miss. Falton. "Hello." she said cheerfully and wrote the day's title on the board. Omnis diei vita. A translated it easily as Every day life. If it was one thing I'm good at, it's languages. I could speak our native Angita before I could walk, English, French and German before I was five. Latin, Ancient Greek and Spanish when I was seven. Everybody else sat there looking at muttering trying to figure it out while Miss sent the books floating out to us. I, personally, couldn't wait until The Chains were lifted. The Chains are when you are under sixteen so you can't use your powers but your powers can show, you can be good at something are a little will escape when you're angry or scared but all I'm good at is languages... You just have tolearn the theory and then have to practise in-job for two years under supervision, well, unless you were a Seeker. If you were a Seeker then you had no supervision, you were left to do what you saw fit. 
       I wrote my name on my book and waited. Miss. Falton called the register but stopped, as new teachers do, when they got to my name. "Oh." she said "I see we have a Latin named student in the class." Everyone turned, once again to me. "Can you say it then translate it for us?" she said, clearly trying to catch me out. 
       I sighed. "Fiducia Astrum Umbra. Trust Heaven's Shadow." I said in a voice that clearly stated that we'd been there, done that and got the T-shirt.
       "Very good." she said. "Are you fluent?" I felt like saying 'It's my name! Of course I know what it means!' but no. I like showing up the teachers. Even my peers enjoyed it. They could, now at least, understand most of what we were saying, after many times...
       "De cursus!" I said with mock horror. The class tried to conceal they're laughter, once more, at the look on our new teacher's face. It was shock mixed with jealousy. I doubt she ever met someone under sixteen who could string to Latin words together before. 
       "Bene, quod est bonum." she said, her lips becoming a pout.
       "Etiam, is iustus est." I replied smiling and leaning back. Miss. Falton was clearly marking me down as one to watch, I think she didn't like the fact I could speak Latin.
       Miss. continued to talk about Latin and how formal is different from casual and blah blah blah. 
       I gazed out of the window all through the lesson. I know! I'm a model student. I was looking at the sun dial in the main plaza, by the dorms. The shadow moved over onto the X meaning ten and the gong rang from Mistress Pennyfeather's office. I packed my bag and left before Miss. Falton could call me back. I was heading towards the HS department when I was cornered by Luca Salzar. Joy.




I dedicate this to Robin Snowscar as she is having the same kind of problem as me - only being able to comment on a select few blogs. So I know you can read this and just so you know, I'm still reading yours too! *hugs*




1)     Rabies Sceptrum , Nos Postulo Vos Haud Diutius Sanitas!    < This is my suggestion for the Straight Jackets moto! It means 'Madness Rules, We Need You No Longer Sanity!' 


2)     Otherwise I suggest this 'Furor Est Ars Sola Potest Ministros Domini' which means 'Insanity Is An Art That Only Minions Can Master'!
Will you vote on them? Please?


I've changed my picture again! *gasp*


From...





To...

 I think I like my new picture best...

Anyway, that's it for now! 


Lynxia x

Hatred can cause inspiration...

So I have this ginger maths teacher (that is not the hatred part, One of my best friends is ginger - I AM NOT A GINGERIST!) and he never explains ANYTHING! I'm bad at maths already, even though I'm in the top set which I don't understand(...?), and he is not helping! He gave us a surprise test today and gave us 5 minutes to answer, like, TWENTY questions! I hate him so much...


Name : Mr. May
Nick Names : Mr. April, Professor Ginger


So, I wrote a poem in maths to the tune of '1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4...' (You know the song, right?)

1 step,

2 step, 

3 step,

4.

5 step,

6 step,

7 steps more.

Take an 8th and you will see,

Just how dangerous I can be.

You like it? I do! *hums tune*

Anyway... STORY TIME!

The Wilting Rose, Chapter 2, Part 1 - CWCA, Where Boredom Reins Supreme...

       Everyone had come to congratulate Ryan. He had loved it way too much. As if his ego needed any more inflation. We were sent back to our dorms and told to get some sleep for the morning assembly. When I woke the other four girls in my dorm where already awake. There were five girls and five boys in each year at Crested Wing Cliff Academy, CWCA for short. Our Angel population has never been high as each family can only ever have two children. Sometimes you get Angels who come from other countries with fairly large families, of which Tatiana was one, but the rumour was that an old curse was laid on our land so that each of our families could only have two. Nobody had been able to brake it. Some say even Gabrielle tried but not even his powers could do it. 

        I got up and did all my usual things, only when I finished drying my hair realise that I was now in the Gold Wing year. Our school has six years. First year is Stone Wing, then Steel Wing, then Bronze Wing, Silver Wing and then us, Gold Wing. I sighed. This year we had to start our pro-training for when we get offered our work experience later. I had no idea what I wanted to do and if you don't know then you get stuck with a sucky position as Demi or something. Demis were the people who had to stay in Raltazar, our city in the clouds, and just clean and work in the museum of artefacts we had influenced. It would be cool to be a Guardian but for that you had to be strong, my powers still hadn't shown so cross that one of the list, but a Seeker would be cool too, I guess. They were the elite who were sent out to try and find ways of lifting the curse. They hit it with they're powers or tried to weaken it with potions and other stuff. I'm doomed, I thought, I'm going to be a Demi! I grabbed my uniform and pulled it on, five minutes until the assembly.

       The uniform was a sky blue shirt with ruffles by the buttons for girls but no tie so we had our top buttons open, that wasn't against rules, a white skirt with no tights or shoes or anything for us and white trousers with no shoes for the boys. In my Bronze year a boy named Melten Von Draken had mastered making bed socks invisible and had given us all a pair. Probably my warmest year here on this stupid island. We had to have our wings out at school and the bullies favourite game was Pinch A Feather. This was when they would come up and pull out feathers and it hurt, a lot! Especially during moulting season where our wings were sensitive to loosing feathers so we knew what to compensate for. I opened the door and walked to the open air stands. Older siblings were meeting younger ones to sit in alphabetical order like we had to. I sat on my own. I had no siblings, my mother had disappeared after I was born. My father had always said he came to look at me and when he went to see my mother, she was gone. He had remarried but by then he was to old to have any more children. I didn't hate Seren but she could be annoying with all her optimism and happiness, CONSTANTLY!  

       Everyone fell silent. I looked at the stage and groaned.

       Mistress Pennyfeather was walking on to it.

I quite like this one. Not as depressing as B&W but still fairly depressing, don't ya think?

Last plea of the day...

PEOPLE AT BLOGGER, THIS CONCERNS YOU!!!!

Change the style back! The blogs are dying! We all hate it! There is no more competition to be first which is always really funny! People hate it! Look at Derek Landy's blog! Not 3000 comments any more! Just over 300! Where's the other 0? Everyone has gone! You have destroyed it! Maybe the whole 2012-end-of-the-world thing was not the world but Blogger world! It is dying! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!!!

A little rant is always fun...

Lynxia x