Infinite Powers of a Genie

Boring wih a capital B

Sun, 13 May 2007 05:08:12 GMT

Yes...I've been playing Kingdom Hearts...AGAIN.

Gah! There has been NOTHING to DO around here. Someone make something happen...I'm driving myself NUTS!

Anyways...stumbled across THIS little meme and decided to spread it.

A - Accent: None
B - Breast size: D-cup.
C - Chore you hate: I clean with magic...so it's not really a chore.
D - Dad's name: I don't remember much about him...he died when I was young
E - Essential make-up item: Mascara...and lip gloss.
F - Favorite perfume: I like the scent of strawberries and also lavendar
G - Gold or silver: Silver
H - Hometown: I grew up in India
I - Insomnia: Not usually
J - Job title: Genie and/or Djinn spirit
K - Kids: I'm not much of a 'kid' person...although they do tend to make the most wishes~
L - Living arrangements: A large bottle in the ghost zone. It has everything I need and then some.
M - Mum's birthplace: India
N - Number of apples you've eaten: lots...I love apples...
O - Overnight hospital stays: I'm a ghost...I don't NEED the hospital
P - Phobia: well my greatest fear is loosing Ember...does that count?
Q - Queer?: Yes. I love women.
R - Religious affiliation: When I was alive I guess you could consider me Muslim...but I don't much look into religion anymore...what's the point?
S - Siblings: 4 sister and 3 brothers...I was the eldest of the girls and the second of the children (mother married again and so technically the rest are half-siblings)
T - Time you wake up: Late.
U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn: Uhm...none.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: I like my veggies...
W - Worst habit: Granting every wish I hear...
X - X-rays you've had: None. Ghost.
Y - Yummy foods you make: Cakes. I like to bake.
Z - Zodiac sign: Uhm...not sure actually. Maybe a Saggitarius?

Have fun everyone...

Hey now...

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 22:58:12 GMT

Why are all these males on my pirate crew!!

Your LiveJournal Pirate Crew
LiveJournal Username
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest!
Cutlass or pistol?
What is the name of your pirate ship?
Where is your secret pirate base?
What kind of loot do you prefer?
What do you and your crew prefer to be called?
Parrot or monkey?
Argh!

Your capable first mate	goth_ringmaster
Your bumbling cabin boy with a heart of gold	huntercomplex
The aloof, yet honorable, pirate with a mysterious past	fryer_tuck
Is always the first one into the fray	tesla_technus
Is the naval officer who ruthlessly pursues your ship	walker_rules
Is the comical pirate who is always drunk on grog	sairen_haria
Is currently in Davy Jones's locker	penmaster
The amount of money you make as a pirate	$15,683


This Fun Quiz created by Lynn at BlogQuiz.Net

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Guess Who's Back!!

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 03:44:16 GMT

Hey everyone. I'm sure you've all been wondering where I have been and while I'm sure you could have asked Clockwork he probably didn't tell you since he likes to mess with your head like that.

Anyways I decided to join Ember on her tour for a bit so that's where I went. So I'm back now...here to fulfill your wish requests (at my whim...HA!) and any fortune telling you want me to do.

But mostly I'm going to be relaxing...who knew that going on tour could be so rough =__=

See you all around, okay?

-Des

Desiree's head...meet Mr. Desk =__=

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 02:45:59 GMT

GAH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!!

Ember just left a few weeks ago and I've been lonely so it's only natural I ask a friend to come over...well actually...she asked me...for dance lessons.

We waltzed.

And I...I think I felt something.

B-but...I don't WANT to feel anything. I love Ember...~~don't I?~~

I can't think. I keep replaying tonight in my head and trying to make senese of it or play it off...and it's not working.

I worked too hard to save Ember to loose that...but can I really deny my own emotions...after all...I am a being of fire...someone ruled by passions...can I really deny myself ~~love.~~

Ember...I wish you were here.

And The Days Go By and I Still Think Of You

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 05:32:07 GMT

Ember's gone on a slight trip and left me here. She told me she'd call but would otherwise loose contact with most of us. It kind of makes me a bit lonely so I've taken to playing DDR in my lair...but alas that gets old fast.

I NEED ENTERTAINMENT!

Or at least cuddles with Ember...but I dont want to disturb her while she's away. -__- I need chocolate and carmel icecream...stat!

A Long Time

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 00:50:26 GMT

((ooc: this is assuming time jumpage))

So a lot has happened since my last update but I really don't see the point in recalling what you all already knowl. Suffice to say Ember is okay, I'm okay, and as far as I can tell people are generally happy again. (yay).

Now Halloween is near and I need to start getting my costume ready. I have an idea but I need to run it with Ember first. If it works it'll be adorable...I just don't know if Ember will agree.

Either way I'll be what I've decided to be...I just wonder if Ember will go with my idea for her. ^_^

Oh...and this means Fright Knight's annual Halloween party is coming up. I think he may have invited Danny and some humans this time which should prove interesting knowing how the knight's parties turn out. >.>

((ooc: Not to be RPed to))

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 03:06:20 GMT

Freakshow would be coming over soon but Desiree needed to do some things before he came. Namely some meditation to try and figure out what was wrong with Ember and for that she needed her incense and candles.

Stepping back into her meditative sanctuary she took a calming breath and summoned up the sticks of wormwood and hazel. She lit them with a blue flame and nealt down on the pillow in the center of the room. The smoke caressed her like a long lost lover and she shuddered at the touch, I want Ember back. Please...reveal to me what is wrong with her, she thought as she lit a dark purple candle in front of her with blue fire. She stared into the flames, letting it draw her in...deeper into the flames that called to her.

Her red eyes opened and she sat up. She was in a strange place but a place she knew well. The floor was white marble reminesient of the Taj Mahal, it was polished so brightly that her own image was reflected in it so that it seemed like she was standing upside down on the other side of the floor. Desiree was suprised to see that she wasn't green and ghostly now but quiet human...she had the dark brown skin from when she was alive and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail...her outfit reminisent of the harem girl she used to be.

The marble floor stretched out in all directions so that it seemed endless, supported by white marble pillars that stretched into infinity. While she could see no walls or ceiling stained glass light trickled down in patches around her, images from the different tarot cards shimmered on the floor, and long ribbons and sashes of silk drapped from the infintely high ceiling to the ground; dancing in a wind she could not see. One of the black silks near her caressed her skin and she shivered at the touch and image raking through her intire body

"Hello, Desiree." Faux smirked and didn't waste time to make his wish, not allowing Ember the time to react.
"I wish you couldn't use your powers against me, and that you couldn't grant anyone else powers to use against me."
The powers rose within her and she floated off the floor. She couldn't stop them...she had no control. She looked at Ember with tearful eyes, "I'm...I'm so sorry," she choked out. The pink genie magic danced from her fingers and filled the room.

She jerked away from the silky drape. She didn't need the memories...she needed the future.

Click. Click. Click.

Desiree's head shot up. Where was that noise coming from? This was her sanctuary...her mind. There shouldn't be any clicking here. She tried to see through the numerous drapes but they shifted and twirled in an unseen wind and she couldn't see anyone.

Click. Click. Click.

'I don't know how long I can keep this up...'

A voice...a soft voice calling to her...only to be silenced by

Click. Click. Click.

'...and I can't help it...'

The steps were getting closer. She spun around in fear, who could enter this place?

'...you're all in terrible danger!'

A heat rose around her and Desiree gasped as one of the silken drapes caught aflame. Black fire...fire of chaos...of pain....as black as...

'STAY AWAY!'

Death loomed before her, a goddess of emmense power and vengence, a crooked smile on such a beautiful face. Black flames licked at her form and she loomed over Desiree who was too baffled to speak. She knew that face.

STAY AWAY!

A woman with blonde hair jumped out of nowhere just as the black flames shot up and scorched the white columns.

Desiree gasped for breath, smoke clogging her lungs. Her back burned and her eyes shot open to find that the candle had fallen over and was burning at the carpet. The djinn cursed and put the flames out quickly enough, the vision already fading like a bad dream. She had recognized the face of the goddess...but now she couldn't recall it. She cursed under her breath...if only she had more time...but she knew Freakshow would be there soon.

Burning Intuition

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 19:46:36 GMT

((ooc: Not to be rped to))

Desiree slid the door to her sanctuary open. It was a small room off to the side of her living room separated by Japanese shoji doors that added to the room’s calming tones or blues and purple. It was full of satin pillows and incense that would help in meditation…and also her divination. She took a calming breath and summoned a small pale blue fire to her fingertip, lighting a stick of incense. Smoke blossomed from it and the scent of wormwood filled her nostrils.

It relaxed her, but only slightly. She’d had a precognitive dream and that’s why she was now lighting up in her meditation room. She placed the tip of one incense stick to another, this time lighting a stick of hazel. The smokes intertwined and caressed Desiree’s face. She lit a few more before sitting on a pillow in the center of the room. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes and was assaulted by the images of her dream…

It was a temple, complete with columns and steps. Very “Houses of the Holy.” She started slowly walking up the steps. This was not supposed to be here. Once inside, she could see torches, everywhere. But while she was used to fire in this part of Ember’s mind burning blue, instead these were purple…almost black. She followed the line of torches down the entrance hall and into the main chamber.
Ember was sitting sideways on a carved white marble throne on a raised dais.

“Barriers are breaking down. Things are emerging and gaining power.” “You see, ---, I’m --- most in the world. The power to --- ones we love. The ability to do --- repercussion.” She swung around, raising her arms to the ceiling of the temple. “--- agent of divine retribution. To become a Goddess of Vengeance. To burn ---.”

Flames exploded around Desiree and she pulled back---

---only to find the flames were real and encircling her; burning away the satin and silk of her meditation room. She jumped up and waved her hands out, calming the fire. It died down and smoldered out of existence. Desiree winced at the wretched smell of burnt carpet, she waved her hand out and restored the room to its former beauty; incense still burning.

She collapsed on the floor and brought her knees up to her forehead, curling up and thinking, ‘What is going on? Why does the fire keep exploding in my face?’ She sighed and lifted her head up. There was only one way to find out. She stood up and rummaged through one of the drawers before pulling out a dark purple candle; perfect for what she wanted to do.

Desiree returned to the center of the room and set the candle on a silver stand before sitting back on her pillow. She flicked her wrist and the candle wick burst into flame. She took a deep, relaxing breath, inhaling more wormwood and hazel and closing her eyes. As she exhaled she opened her eyes and let them focus on the candle.

Smoke caressed her features, intertwining with the fire and her hair. She relaxed and let it take her in; let it tell her what it wanted to. Her eyes penetrated the flames---

Ember blazed with a white hot intensity she had never known. Her back was to Desiree but she was choking someone, Desiree could tell. She reached out even though she knew it was just in her head. Ember gave a sharp laugh and threw the body aside, blonde locks of hair falling in front of the girl’s face so that Desiree couldn’t make out who it was.

NO!

Ember turned around, her hair a wildfire of power; it was loose and burning around her like a halo of fire, overtaking her until she wasn’t even solid anymore…just flames in the shape of a woman. She narrowed the red slits she had for eyes at Desiree, “No one will stop me.”

The blazing phoenix reached out and wrapped a hand around the djinn’s throat and squeezed.

Desiree pulled back, gasping for breath. Her pupils were dilated and she had held back a cry of fear. That was not good. Why would Ember do something like that? Her eyes narrowed at the burning candle, something was not right…the fire was trying to tell her something…and if she didn’t figure out what soon…a burning sensation tingled down her back, she reached behind her back and brushed against her newest tattoo…it was burning.

She bit her lip and stood up, putting the flame out.

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 21:44:58 GMT

I'm BOOORRREEEDDDD.

I've been playing with string. I can make ten different things with string now...Cup and Saucer, Jacob's Ladder, that kind of thing.

Yeah...I need a life.

I still have that mark on my back. Still overloaded on magic and wishing to talk to Ember...or anyone really...

Dancing in the Ashes

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 03:40:18 GMT

Alright...no more lighting candles and dancing to Ember's music...at least not while I'm on overload at the moment.

Sigh. I thought it was gonna help but I might have just made things worse. I hate this feeling.

Oh, and I also have a new tattoo thanks to the overflux of magic in me. Great. I want more control over all this...I'm sick of it all really.

I need some fresh air...unfortuanly now that I have the fire ability and over flux of magic energy I don't think I can dance it off at a club any more...I wouldn't want to set random people on fire.

Blaze On Girl, Blaze On.

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 03:23:38 GMT

((ooc: I was bored and wanted to do something with des...not to be RPed with but feel free to give comments on what you thought))

Dani had left a few minutes ago and now Desiree was feeling restless. She stared up at the ceiling, then sighed and rolled over, scented candles and insence lighting themselves around her living room. The djinn sat up, great, now she barely had to THINK about things before they did it. Usually after so many wishes Danny Phantom would shove her back in the thermos which also seemed to take her power as well...so she never had this much excess before.

She could feel it pulsing through her, a roaring fire in her heart that couldn't be quenched. She pulled her knees up to her chest; her head hurt and the lights from the candles weren't as soothing as she thought they would be. The smoke swirled around her, inticing her with soft scents that calmed her but only slightly.

The desire to do something rose in her. She needed to get out...release some magic or something. She felt a tingling sensation go up her back. Desiree shivered and sat up, what was this feeling? A mirror appeared behind her and she took her top off to examine her back, her red eyes widened at what she saw. From her lower back up to the base of her neck was an intricate black henna flame design. She knew what this meant. It was a sign of her magical power building; altering her very being with it's power.

She hated this. What was the point of having all this magic if she couldn't control it! She scowled at the mirror, "So powerful...yet so vulernable." Her anger swelled and she wondered briefly if it was just because of the raging fire in her or the restlessness but she pulled her arm back and rammed her fist into the mirror; shattering it.

The glass tore into her hands and the fragments tinkled to the ground before fading away like smoke. Her ectoplasm dripped from her hand and she stared at it as it fell to the ground. Magic she should have been able to use against Faux...against anyone who dared to harm her Ember. But just utter a few words and she was powerless. She was SICK of being powerless.

The djinn ghost wanted to grant her OWN wishes for once. She desireed the power to have the CHOICE of granting others wishes.

Desiree ran her hand over her bloody hand and made the glass in that hand disappear. She then summoned some bandages and began to wrap her hand. Once the blood was stopped she flicked her wrists and made the candles move until they were in a circle. She stepped into the circle and snapped her fingers, summoning her laptop and bringing up her media player with Ember's songs on it. She needed to relieve some stress and she was gonna do it the only way she knew how...through dance.

She started the music, bringing her arms over her head, and the candles flared at the motion. She pointed her toe and moved forward, her hips jutting forward and the flames jerked as well. She was lost in the music, as Ember's voice flared up from the intro.

It's been a long while
The fire rushing through me, burning hot
I want to know why you effect me so?
Ooo, babe you're all a glow.

She spun around, hair flaring out and around her like an ebony flame. Her eyes were closed but she never came close to the candles...why would she when she could feel them in her very being. She was fire now.

Flames consume us
Heat takes us.
You and I dancing in the flames
Dancing until we are one in a blaze
Blaze on girl. Blaze on.

The candles followed her every movement as she jumped and swayed in her little circle. All followed Des and Des followed the music. They were one. Music, genie, and fire. A being of beauty and power that was slowly loosing control.

Bring the flames down low
A gentle kiss of warmth
Then blazing hot
Fire consumed love.

Tendrils of fire reach to the sky
Arms over your head and hair streaked out
A blaze of it's own
Wrapped around me and pulling me in
Into the Fire!

She knew what was happening. She didn't stop it though, her whole being in the fire now, so warm. The candles had been eatten away by the growing fire; normal orange flames danced around her; trapping her withing it's circle. The normal warm orange warping to a bluish purple that jumped and moved with her. A subtle fire with smoke that smelled of lavendar.

Flames consume us
Heat takes us.
You and I dancing in the flames
Dancing until we are one in a blaze
Blaze on girl. Blaze on.

Desiree raised her arms over her head and arched her back, her foot leaving the ground and arching back to touch her head. She contorted and twisted, the fire the last thing on her mind.

It takes everything away.
Burns it all to black
But we're still one, babe.
We'll live on in that flame, flame we made together.

The smoke reached for her. Tendrils caressing her body and she whitered to the touch, swaying to the ground, the flames following suite and dying down. She opened her eyes; unfocused and still in the moment, the flames sparking slightly.

Flames consume us
Heat takes us.
You and I dancing in the flames
Dancing until we are one in a blaze
Blaze on girl. Blaze on.

The song came to an end and suddenly Desiree snapped out of her trance. She jumped up as the flames faded to ash, leaving a dark ring around her of burnt rug. She brought her hand to her mouth. What the hell had just happened? Desiree felt a burning sensation on her back but she ignored it...it was probably just an after effect of dancing in the middle of a bonfire. She crumpled in the middle of the ash circle, not noticing that the marking on her back was glowing softly like a dying fire.

Ah...revenge.

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 05:35:06 GMT

Just got back from Japan. I'm glad that this wish will be over in a few hours though...I don't like being a male...even if I DO look like Aladdin and could probably bang Jasmine right now.

Anyways...I just got some pictures of Clockwork and sent them to a special friend of mine...female Clockwork...heh...revenge is nice...that's what s/he gets for tricking me into thinking s/he was someone else. XP

Well...better go find Ember...I STILL haven't seen male!Ember yet...and this makes me sad.

((ooc: Des's special male icon...yay aladdin))

Sorry Everyone

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 05:16:59 GMT

>__< And THIS is why I want to learn how to stop my wish granting all willy-nilly.

THE WISH EFFECTED EVEN ME!!! I AM NOW A GUY!! DAMN YOU DAN!

Ember...how are YOU fairing? For some reason I want to change everyones name now while we're like this...by the way...this is gonna last the entire weekend...thanks to Dan.

On the plus side male me looks a LOT like Aladdin from the Disney movie...which is good...I guess.

And what exactly am I supposed to do with this THING...*sigh* it's so...ugh...-__-

I Need Cake!

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 14:25:29 GMT

Mmm...I need cake. Chocolate cake...with whipped cream and sprinkles and...stuff.

I AM GOING TO BAKE A CAKE! ^__^ yay!

It's really nice to have Ember back to her normal self...and everything pretty calm. I am also glad that Dan did not lose his Freakshow...he is certainly an interesting individual and I would like to learn more about him...since I didn't really know him while he was alive.

And apparently Danny and Kwan are being stupid. Oh well...they're young...they're allowed to be stupid like that...although if they don't resolve things soon I might have to smack them...life is good...they should stop being so agnsty. Don't ask me why I'm so worried about them...I guess it's just a hunch...that and because of my past experiences with loss of loved ones I don' t want them to be hurt because of their stupidity.

BUT! Back to my cake. I hope Ember likes my cake...I'm off to go bake it now!

Apparently that WASN'T the final post....

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 05:08:36 GMT

Which is good. I would delete it but I figure I should keep it there as a record of what happened.

Ember is staying with me for an indefinate amount of time...I just can't think of being alone right now...not with...what happened to Freakshow. I still can't believe it...I can still see the image burned in my eyes...I think it will haunt me for awhile.

Mostly because it reminds me of the dream where Faux impaled me with the broom...which STILL chills me. But he's gone now...I have to keep telling myself that he's gone...he isn't around anymore.

I think what makes me feel the worse though...is knowing how Dan must feel. Knowing he can't lie to himself forever...that Freakshow really is...gone.

So I will definatly being going to the funeral services. I need to express my empathy for Dan...I'm going to do something for him...I wish Ember could help me...but I don't think she is strong enough yet. I think I shall brush up on my piano skills and then talk to Dan about it.

A Final Post

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 04:15:22 GMT

Faux is coming back. I don't know how much time I have left...but I'm glad I got to spend it with Ember. She has been my one true love and I wish I had met her sooner...I feel so whole with her...so complete. Which is why...if she doesn't make it...I'm going with her.

I'd rather be in oblivion together with her than to exist on without her. But to be honest...I would prefer she come out of this alive...as alive as we can be.

I really don't know what to say in this entry. Everyone who could possibly read it will be targeted by Faux eventually...but I guess it's in the small hope that someone will survive. That someone will read this and know what has happened.

Danny, Tucker, Spectra, Technus, and Clockwork have gone into Dan's head. Kwan and Freakshow are being controlled. Jazz, Ember, and I are going to try and hold off Faux.

Well Jazz and Ember...I'm pretty much useless after that wish.

I just...I don't want it to end like this. I don't want to vanish...I'm so scared...so scared of oblivion. It's the reason Faux scares me so badly...he IS oblivion...he's silence...and he will bring about the end for all of us.

I've made a matching amulet for myself...it contains the same fire I put in Ember's. If anyone should read this...and find Ember and I...would you PLEASE grant my last wish. It's the only thing I want now. Nothing else matters anymore.

I want to be with her. I want her so bad. Please...just...put us together. Spread our ashes together...I want to go out in a blaze...I want her with me. I just...I can't think of doing this without her.

And it seems I'm crying again. I told myself not to shed anymore tears. I have to be strong. I can't let Ember down...but I know she won't let me fight. I just, I don't want to loose her...it's all so meaningless.

I should go. I don't know how much time we have left.

-Desiree

PS Ember and I had sex in Dan's bedroom.

One Last Wish

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 18:58:24 GMT

((ooc: Desiree's last dream. Not godmodded. See if you can guess who represents what card.))

Her bare feet stepped delicately out of the tent. She ducked under the flap and her eyes quickly adjusted to the night air lit up by the large bonfire nearby. She smiled, everyone was watching her. She caught sight of a woman in a flowing black dress nearby and smiled at her; the song to her dance…the Euterpe to her Terpsichore. The woman’s green eyes locked with hers and the flames nearby seemed to spark up and a burning sensation made Desiree clutch at her chest.

She looked down and saw that over her heart a mark had appeared. Her eyes widened as she saw that the mark burned onto her skin was that of two people intertwined, under their figures was written: ‘Six The Lovers’

The music started. It was time to perform.

Dance, Dance my little fire dancer

She spun around the flames, the ribbons from her costume spinning around her. In the back of the crowd she caught sight of a man with letters written on his face, he turned away when she locked eyes with him. A searing pain danced across her left hand. She looked down at it, it was like someone had carved deep into her flesh with an ink pen…ink ran down her hand mixing with blood. The image carved there was that of a man with a wand and a sorcerer’s hat: ‘One. The Magician’

Spin around the flames

Twirl your hair around the flames

She tuned out the pain. It was all part of the act after all. Her eyes flashed back to her Euterpe. The muse was silent and her eyes looked away from her. Desiree followed her lover’s eyes to fall on a man in a pristine black suit. He looked out of place at the carnival and a devil’s mask blocked her from seeing his face. The fire again jumped up and the back of her neck burned. She brought her hand up, tracing the image a face with horns: ‘Fifteen. The Devil.’

Dance, Dance my little fire dancer

Dance until the fire consumes

Her hair twirled around her. She had to keep up the act. Everyone was watching her. She passed two boys looking in opposite directions yet the look in their eyes was that of sadness…as if they were all alone. A sheering pain went up both her arms and she looked down at her wrists: ‘Eight. Justice and Ten, The Wheel of Fortune.’

Consumes, Consumes

Dance until it consumes everything

Another man in the background, he tapped lightly on a drum. It was a steady beat that never faltered. That is until a man walked up to him. The beat fell off until he stopped it all together. The other man looked at the drummer with a cold smile and reached down to take the drum away. A third man stepped out of the crowd and pulled the hand away from the drum, shaking his head. Her forehead was consumed by fire that branded her with The Sun, Nineteen. At the same moment ice ran across her right hand, a freezing burn that left her with the mark of Zero, The Fool. Then on the palm of her right hand Eighteen, The Moon carved itself into her flesh.

Dance, Dance my little fire dancer

The fire is all you know

She was scared now. She wanted to stop dancing and rush into the arms of Euterpe. She couldn’t though. She had to keep dancing…for everyone’s sake. The fire was tied to her now and if she stopped dancing it would take them all. Her eyes flew back to the woman in the corner but she was no longer there. She looked to the fire and found Euterpe within. She was standing there, not feeling the flames, and singing. The strange thing though…Desiree couldn’t hear her.

All you know the flames.

All you want the flames.

Her dancing picked up in speed. People flashed by her and more images were burned or carved onto her skin. A woman comforting a crying girl who seemed to be fading away: the inverse of Temperance and The Empress. A man reading a book with the utmost attention to its details, an ink stain on his cheek: Strength. She spun away, there were too many people. A boy tinkered with a windup toy: The Hierophant.

Spin into the flames my dear.

The fire in your blood

Unites with the fire of theirs.

Dance, Dance my little fire dancer.

She was so caught up by the music she didn’t notice the man in tattered robes standing in her path until it was too late. The music died away and all was silent. Until the wind picked up slightly…a darker melody chanted on its gusts:

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest the Silence come.

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest his will be won.

Her eyes widened in fear, “No.” The man in robes tightened his grip on her wrists.

He grinned, “The fire beckons you love…why don’t you step in…join your Lover.” He motioned with his head to where the bonfire was. Desiree snapped her head to the side to see. Her eyes widened in horror. Instead of Euterpe singing in the flames she was screaming. The fire licked at her flesh and started to char it. The woman thrashed about in the flames and if she wasn’t burning it would have looked like she was dancing. The pain was unbearable in the heart of the fire. She screamed but the man stared at her and the sound was ripped away.

A whisper, a moan.

He comes for you alone

A cry, a groan

He will make you atone.

She felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried to pull away from him but he held tight, “Let me go! Let me go! She needs me! Stop this! STOP THIS!” Her shrieks pierced the sky and she trashed about, trying to break his grip.

The man grinned. Euterpe clawed at her own skin, it fell away in clumps. Still she trashed and screamed silently. The man wouldn’t let her fade away. “But she said she would protect you…she’s in the flames for you.”

“NO! EM---.” Her voice was ripped away. The man smiled at her.

“Silence.”

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

He comes, He comes you are aware

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

Silence comes are you prepared?

She fell to her knees. Everyone had disappeared. Cards fluttered around her, slowly burning away due to the out of control fire. The man plucked one of the cards out of the air with a flick of his wrist. He smiled at its image, “Death.”

He turned to her, eyes a glow with hatred, “Your song has been silenced, time to stop the dance.”

He made to slit her throat with the card when suddenly a blue fire encircled Desiree. He pulled back with a hiss, the card in his hand turned to ash. Desiree looked up in awe at the blue flamed goddess before her. She was made of flames…some so dark in blue they shifted to purple and black. The goddess stared down at Faux with white eyes, “Stay away.”

The goddess’s flames lapped at Desiree’s skin but it was warm…and comforting. Her protector had arrived.

Faux glared at the woman with eyes of ice, “I will not be denied. Her power must be silenced!”

The flames exploded in fury. The fire clashed with the ice of Faux. The roar of the fire versus the silent darkness of ice and Desiree had to shield her eyes.

The flames died away, the goddess faltered and fell forward, turning back into a withered husk of burned human. Desiree screamed in horror and reached out to touch the ash…to turn into ash herself but Faux grabbed her wrist, “I wish…”

Desiree screamed to drown out Faux’s words. Another card drifted from the sky, The High Priestess. It pierced though Desiree’s heart and she fell over.

Faux frowned, he had been so close.

I...didn't know I could do that.

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 04:03:26 GMT

Djinn or genies. We are beings of fire as I've read...which might explain my strong connection to Ember and the element in general. I've been one ever since that old hag cursed me back while I was alive. She can only grant others wishes and never her own shall be granted as long as she lives...I believe the wish was.

I didn't realize it while I was alive...I just thought it was bad luck that I was the only one to never get what I want.

Once I died I realized what I truely was...a djinn...a genie.

*sighs* But even after all these centuries I have NEVER been able to do what I have just done.

I manipulated the fire...I don't know how exactly. I was just dancing by candlelight to soothe my nerves after that...disturbing dream...when I noticed that the flames on the candles were actually blueish and moving with my body.

It freaked me out at first...but then I found that the moving flames actaully soothed me more.

Now I've been playing with thi new ability for a bit and it seems I can also summon fire in the palm of my hand. It's kind of fun actually...and I think I know what is causing this...

The release party with Ember...I felt our spark grow a bit...I think this may be a reason for it. In a way...her flame is feeding my own djinn flames. At least that's my theory.

What this new ability will mean for me I don't know...but it will be fun figuring out the extent of it.

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 23:03:59 GMT

Amity Slash Meme

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Favorite Amity Slash Canon Pairing

Dan is an ass. What do you do?

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President of the 'Dan Is an Ass' Club

jockofalltrades

Leader of the Orgy Ring of Amity Park

penmaster

...second in command

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Your drunken sex partner is

jockofalltrades

Number of Characters Lusting After You

This person has wet dreams about you

striking_fear

...while this person steals your underwear

nearlyflawless

Chances of Porn in your next RP

42%

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Why must I always do these things...

Mitternacht

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 04:27:18 GMT

((ooc: General dream disclaimer. Lots of blood in this one. For your information 'Mitternacht' is German for 'Midnight' title of a song by E Nomine))

EDIT: For added effect listen to THIS while you read the dream: Silence (The Poem in the Dream)

((cut title from German means: "You turn in the black light" -E Nomine's "Das Omen"

It was dark. The blackness of the night sky pressed around Desiree so much so that she couldn’t breathe. She looked up at the sky for any sign of a star but in this place no such thing existed. They were blacked out. After all…light was a nuisance to the darkness of this place.

She walked slowly across the floor. Even though she was outside she stood on cold stone; it was the top of a high tower. How she had gotten up here she wasn’t sure…but one thing was certain…she wouldn’t be getting down.

Everything was quiet. The only sound came from the clinking of Desiree’s bracelets and the subtle swish of her clothes. A gentle breeze picked up and on it she picked up the voices of several children chanting the same thing like a Nursery Rhyme…but the words were hardly the joyous ‘Ring Around the Rosy’ or anything of the like:

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest the Silence come.

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest his will be won.

A whisper, a moan.

He comes for you alone

A cry, a groan

He will make you atone.

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

He comes, He comes you are aware

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

Silence comes are you prepared?

She felt cold. The voices were children but they were cold…uncaring voices. They made her insides squirm and she contemplated jumping from the tower to drown out their voices as they continued to chant.

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest the Silence come.

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest his will be won.

Her eyes widened in panic. He was coming. She could feel it. She made a mad dash for the edge of the Tower.

A whisper, a moan.

He comes for you alone

A cry, a groan

He will make you atone.

She climbed onto the edge and stared down into the abyss surrounding the tower. She was impossibly high up. Fear overtook her and she stepped back a bit.

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

He comes, He comes you are aware

Biting her lip in resolve she stepped forward, opening her arms to embrace the open air. Freedom from the voices…from HIM.

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

Silence comes are you prepared?

A cold, hard hand wrapped around her wrist. She gasped aloud and looked up into the blood red eyes of Faux. He grinned at her, “Well love…did you honestly think you could escape me like that?”

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest the Silence come.

She trashed against him, “Release me!”

Hear no evil, speak no evil

Lest his will be won.

He pulled her up onto the tower and hurled her away. She skidded across the stones and eventually rolled to a stop at the opposite side. She felt broken.

A whisper, a moan.

He comes for you alone

Her red eyes opened slowly, a low moan escaping her lips. Her vision swirled back into focus and she saw that he was standing over her, a deck of cards shuffling between his hands. He grinned at her and she felt tears of terror well up in her eyes, “S-stop it. Go away!”

The cards were the only noise as they shuffled themselves. He leaned closer to her, plucking a card from the deck, he placed it at her temple then forced it into her skin and dragged it slowly down to her chin. She screamed in agony as the card left a trail of blood. He flicked the blood stained card away, “Zero. The Fool.”

A cry, a groan

He will make you atone.

He drew another card then flicked it between his fingers before slashing it across her forehead. She yelped. “One. The Magician.”

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

He comes, He comes you are aware

“Two. The High Priestess.” A slash of blood and a whimper of pain.

“Three. The Empress.” The blood trails down her cheek and lands on her breast. She wonders if he’s just going through the Major Arcana or the whole deck.

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

Silence comes are you prepared?

“Four. The Emperor and Five, The Hierophant.” He digs the two cards into her left hand. Twisting them and forcing them deeper and deeper. She knows they can’t be normal cards…normal cards wouldn’t be able to nail her to the floor and embed themselves in stone. It doesn’t stop him though…they do just that. Her shrieks pierce the sky.

Hear no evil, speak no evil

He grins as he draws the next card, “Six. The Lovers.” He flicks the card into Desiree’s face; it bounces off her and lands in her lap, the blood from her face falls onto the card, coating The Lovers’ faces. An image of Ember flickers through her mind and Faux laughs, “Gone my dear, the silence overwhelming.”

Lest the Silence come.

“Seven. The Chariot,” he drawls. He slashes the card up her left arm.

He continued: Eight, Justice and Nine, The Hermit; not stopping as he slit up Desiree’s left arm until the blood flowed freely down her arm and the nine cards were sitting around her soaked in her own blood.

Hear no evil, speak no evil

With number Ten (The Wheel of Fortune) and Eleven (Strength) he moved to her right arm, using them as he did with cards Four and Five, nailing her right hand to the cold stone and the blood pooled around her hands. She would never be able to touch her Lover again. She yearned for the girl’s fire but it was out.

Lest his will be won.

Moving to Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen (The Hanged Man, Death, and Temperance) he drew these up her right arm, a mirror of the left arm now.

A whisper, a moan.

“Oh. Fifteen. The Devil,” he said with a small laugh. He drove the card into the ripe flesh of Desiree’s bosom. She shrieked in pain anew. This was unbearable.

He comes for you alone

Sixteen. The Tower. Slash.

Seventeen. The Star. Slash.

Eighteen. The Moon. Slash.

Eighteen cards mixed with pools of blood and tears. Faux grinned as Desiree wept.

A cry, a groan

Nineteen. The Sun. Her exposed belly was ripped open.

He will make you atone.

Twenty. Judgment. He drew a line from her navel down to her privates.

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

One last card, he flicked it between his fingers, pondering what to do with it.

He comes, He comes you are aware

Her vision swirled, “Ember,” she whispered.

Silent whispers, Silent prayers

“Twenty One. The World.”

Silence comes are you prepared?

The card was held lightly in Faux’s hand. He smirked as he got a good look at it. Then, in one quick movement, he slashed the card across Desiree’s neck like a dagger. The blood spewed from her neck as the card severed her jugular vein. There was no scream this time and silence fell onto Faux’ ears, blissful silence. He stood up, The World held lightly in his fingers. He brought the card to his lips and kissed the bloody card. He released it and it fluttered down onto Desiree’s body, landing on top of the blood soaked Lover card.

Her World, her Lover were both gone…as was Faux.

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 15:00:29 GMT

Another bad dream and I still can't figure out why I was back in that janitor uniform. What was really odd was the person I met in the dream. But worse...was the dream I dreamed wihle in the dream. *shudder* it was so odd and terrifiying.

I didn't think you could impale someone on a broom handle.

*hugs self* I should have stayed with Ember last night...but she insisted I go home once everyone was gone. Ember I hope to see you later.

I also want to figure out who the other janitor is...he seemed to know Clockwork...and the fact that I was dating Ember...who was he...

Wipe Away Your Sorrow. Wipe Away The Pain. Wipe Out the Silence.

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 06:42:02 GMT

((ooc: Another night, another dream. This happens right after the party. Desiree, exhausted from dancing drifts into sleep. Insert regular dream disclaimer here...and enjoy...comments are nice...LJ cut is from 'Whisper' By Evanesece and the song Des is humming is 'If Only' from the movie Holes.))

The snow fell from a bleak grey sky onto the desolate streets below. The streets were surprisingly devoid of any life despite the remains of a recent parade. The faded colors of streamers and confetti littered the streets…reds and blues and yellows muted to light grays and near blacks. The only sound came from the sole person on those streets: a slender woman in a pale blue janitor jumpsuit as she hummed quietly and swept the remains away.

If only, If only the woodpecker sighs…the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies…

The broom pushed bottles and balloons away from the road, her humming matching the sweeping sound of the broom. She paused briefly as two discarded masks caught her eye. She knelt down and picked them up, one was a half mask with a red and yellow flame design. The other was a white feathery mask with splotches of red…like blood. She shook her head sadly, the masks seemed so familiar and the red splotches seemed out of place on such a snow white mask.

As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely he cries to the moon: If only, If only.

The masks fell from her hands as her eyes drifted up. Standing at the peak of one of the ruined buildings was a figure draped in black rags; and now that she looked up she noticed that most of the buildings seemed to be falling apart…hardly the kind of city for a parade. The black rags whipped around the figure in the wind from the building. He clutched a staff in his hands and just looking up at him sent shivers down the woman’s back.

He turned slowly. And before she could blink he was in front of her. She took a step back out of fear, her broom coming up in front of her out of fear and as a means of protection.

The figure smiled beneath his black hood. A crooked smile that did nothing for her nerves even though it seemed familiar to her.

“Hello, love,” he said in a cold voice.

She stepped back again.

“I see you were trying to clean up this mess. Pitiful…not even YOU can clean up the vile things around here my dear,” he drew closer, caressing her chin. She shivered, his touch was vile.

He frowned, “Afraid I have no use for a thing like you.” Without another word he yanked the broom from her hands. She gasped out in protest but realized the gesture was futile and instead turned to run. He was after her, moving like a shadow across the floor. Her breath caught in her throat. There was no escape. He let out a cold, barking laugh and with a thrust, impaled Desiree with her own broom.

Her back arched back and blood splattered everywhere as the handle protruded from her abdomen. She stared down at it in horror, not noticing the blood on her face…the splotches patterned exactly like those on the white mask she had picked up earlier.

“Do you wish for it to end my dear? Do you wish it to all go away?”

“Go away! Leave me alone,” she shouted in her sleep. Desiree shot forward expecting to find herself in her bed but instead she was leaning forward in a chair, the blue janitor’s uniform still on her. Her hand went to her chest to feel for a hole or anything but there were no marks and no blood. ‘But why am I dressed like this…and at this school,’ she thought in panic looking around at the Janitor’s closet she was in.

She heard a knock at the door and she whipped around, “W-who is it?”

The door opened to reveal a kindly black man in a worn out Janitor’s uniform similar to Desiree’s only mint green. He blinked in surprise at the woman before him, “Well now,” he took off his cap and scratched his bald head, “ya ain’t supposed to be here Miss Des.”

She blinked, “How do you know my name?”

He gave a short laugh, “We deal in the same area…dreams…how could I not know of ya.” He shook his head sadly capping his head again, “Ya should go home. Your services ain’t needed at the school today.” His eyes drifted to the door that was shut behind him, a black mist was starting to come up. He scowled, “Ya ‘ave ta leave…I wouldn’t want ya to die twice in the same dream now.”

“Not without answers! Why am I at this school? How is all this possible...wait…you mean…that other dream I had…it…it really happened?”

He glanced down at the black smoke swirling around them, “Yes. Will ya leave now?”

She bit her lip. The smoke was clogging her senses…dulling everything around them. She nodded and the man grabbed her hand and took her to another door. He opened it and a large room stretched out before them. Rows and rows of mirrors lining the walls, each with a different frame around them, the elderly janitor pulled Desiree behind him muttering to himself, “Never meant for that to happen to ya’…it was never supposed to git this bad.” Mirror after mirror flashed by…she thought she caught sight of a blood drenched Ember dancing with someone else but it was too much for her…she could feel the shadows approaching the room and the janitor walked faster.

“Who…are you,” she asked.

“The name’s Dream Sweeper. If ya really wanna know I’d talk to Masta’ Clockwork…he can explain a thing or two.” He stopped suddenly in front of a silver framed mirror with engravings of stars all around it, each star contained a symbol from the zodiac and they appeared to be falling constantly. It was a beautiful mirror but she had little time to admire it for reflected in the mirror’s glass was herself. She reached out to lightly touch the pink, foggy glass and her ghostly reflection moved with her; their hands over lapping.

Desiree glanced over at Dream Sweeper, he had his broom slung over his shoulder and kept glancing behind him. He felt Desiree’s eyes on him and he turned back, “Don’t cha worry Miss Des. It’ll be taken care of,” he let out a sad sigh, “Eventually.”

She was hesitant and pulled away from the mirror. Dream Sweeper shook his head and used the broom to bat her lightly on the butt, “I told ya…you aren’t need for duty today. Get home…you have someone waitin’ for ya’.”

The female janitor nodded in understanding and passed through the mirror, it rippled like a pool for a bit then ceased. As Desiree fell back into her own mind she thought she heard someone whistling as they swept.

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 00:33:22 GMT

Ember's coming over and for some reason I feel nervous. She hasn't seen my lair yet...it looks awful! God I need to clean...I live in a pigstye!

*sigh*

Better hide my outfit too...wouldn't want Ember to see it before her release party.

Precognition

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 22:24:41 GMT

((OOC: This is Desiree's tarot reading and a brief dream. I'm not god modding just getting another look into Des's subconcious and having random fun. Enjoy))

Desiree backed into a corner, as far from the man as she could. He stepped forward, his face was hidden in the shadows of his hood but she knew him intimately. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, to get him to stop. She knew it was futile. This wasn't the same man. He shared simulairties...but he was a fake...an impostor. He lurched forward, trying to get at her, but rusted metal chains held him back. He fought against them and Desiree pushed herself closer to the wall, she knew the chains wouldn't hold...the Beast would break free.

'Ember...where are you,' she thought in desperation. She needed her protector. She needed her comforting arm to wrap around her.

She heard a cold, sinister laugh and looked up at the hooded man with fear stricken eyes. His hand reached into the folds of his cloak and he produced a ectoplasm soaked organ...it looked like it had been freshly ripped out of some poor ghost. He threw it at her feet and her eyes dialated in fear and understanding...Ember wasn't coming...the organ before her confirmed that.

"Maybe she'll get her voice back in heaven," the cold voice said in amusement.

Desiree screamed.

==

She sat up in bed. Sweat drenching her sheets. Her eyes were wide with fear and she half expected the hooded figure to be standing at the end of her bed. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself then tossed her sheets aside, standing up her barefeet touched the floor and she sprinted over to her top dresser drawer. Yanking it open she pulled out a worn deck of cards.

With the deck now in hand she went back to her bed and flicked the light on with her magic. She sat cross legged on her bed and began to shuffled the cards, her eyes set in concentration as a single question raced through her mind, What do these dreams mean?

After a sufficient amount of shuffling she dealt the cards into a typical Celtic Cross spread, not even thinking about what cards came up until they were all laid out. Once she set the last card down her eyes widened significantly, "This...isn't good."

Before her ten cards were arranged in the celtic cross. She knew immediatly that the problem concerning the dreams was serious because all the cards that had appeared were from the Major Arcana. Starting at the center of the cross in The Covering position and the first card she had lain was The Tower. In this position it meant that this was the main focus of the reading...which made sense considering that her reading was based on dreams and The Tower card was offten interpreted as a shattering of illusions and dreams.

The card that lay on top of it, The Crossing position, was The High Priestess. Desiree frowned, obviously the crumbling Tower was to be overcome by relying on the heart or soul...but how could one control their dreams in such a way. The awnser lie within, according to The High Priestess...although within what Desiree wasn't sure.

In the posistion above these two cards, The Crown, was the The Lovers. So in order to accomplish anything the best thing to do was to turn to close friends and loved ones. 'Maybe I should consult Clockwork or maybe even Ember after this,' she thought as she turned to the next card in The Root position.

It was occupied by an inversed Fool. So the core of the problem was to be found by someone imprisoned by fear and in deep denial. She wasn't sure what this meant...but The Fool was often not a good sign.

To the left of the center, The Past, was occupied by The Death card. She often got this card in readings after her own death and didn't think much about it anymore...but something about it in this reading seemed sinisiter...or at least refering to someone who had died. 'Since it's in The Past it must be linked to The Fool somehow...maybe...no but what does HE have to do with anything,' she thought in distress.

She then noticed at the card in The Future section was The Magician. It meant the time to act was fast approaching and that whatever happened they would not know the outcome until it had happened...whenever the Magician appeared Desiree knew to expect the unexpected.

Turning to the row of cards on the left her frown deepened. At the very bottom, the posistion of The Questioner, was filled by the Strength card. So when whatever happened involving the dreams was going to occur they would need great strength to deal with the problem...courage, conviction, faith that all would be okay. She hoped it would.

Moving up she came to the position of The House which was held by The Wheel of Fortune. While most usually thought of it as a good card Desiree knew that the cards often had double meanings...one thing was certain though...no matter what anyone said the THING they were heading for was inevitable...a thing no one could change...not even Clockwork. She shivered at the thought.

The Inside position, the second to last card to be read, was taken up by an inversed Chariot card. Destruction, imperfection, imbalanced thoughts...in other words the biggest thing they needed to fear was Chaos. Chaos in a form they might not expcet at first due to the duality of the Chariot card.

Her crimson eyes fell on the last card...The Outcome. What would happen if everything came to pass. This was the Moon. It meant that the outcome was uncertain...ever changing due to everything they did.

The Tower, The High Priestess, The Lovers, Death, The Magician, The Fool, Strength, The Wheel of Fortuen, The Chariot, and The Moon. So many cards from the major arcana...a very serious problem indeed. Not to mention The Chariot card was the 7th card...she had a brief hope that it was a coincidence but thought it unlikely.

She thought back to her own dream and shivered at the thought of whose organ that had been...whose body it had been ripped out of. She knew who it had to be...there was no denying it. To make sure she picked up the cards and shuffled them again. Closing her eyes she flipped over the top card and gasped, The Lover.

"Ember."

PS. ((ooc: If that tarot reading seemed inaccurate don't blame me...I based that on interpretations I read from the internet and my own mini Tarot guide book.))

Comfy

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 19:23:21 GMT

I don't know if I should blame this on Dan...or the fact I was watching Miyukichan in Wonderland last night...but I had a dream that seems to have linked to others.

I was a school janitor. Now normally I would have thought this was gross but I have to admit...THIS uniform was made to be sexy and very comfy. I know Dan, CW, and Freakshow were there too...in a classroom or something...but I was more focused on Ms. Ember the music teacher.

Now I'm curious Ember...was the broom better or the flute?

ALSO! Ember...you HAVE to see this anime. Miyukichan in Wonderland has NO males and is full of scantly clad women all chasing and lusting after poor little school girl Miyuki. Great.