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Challenge #01180-C085: True Terror

http://sundence.tumblr.com/post/103574136375/its-a-vine-but-i-lost-it-xp-sorry-so-i-put-the -- Gallifreya

Things were not always sunshine and daisies in their home. There were still days, rare days now, when Lewis went into full Anger Mode and all his rage centred on Arthur.

Arthur had forgotten that today was the anniversary of Lewis' untimely demise, and turned a corner to find his favourite phantom in exactly the wrong state of mind. He initially screamed because that's what you do when an angry, eight-foot-tall ghost with fire for hair is looking at you with murder in his dead eyes.

Then he remembered the wards etched into his flesh that protected him from such shenanigans and screamed because of the monster spider lazily cruising down from the ceiling.

"Spider!" Arthur shrieked.

Lewis' gaze shifted to the small arachnid that looked astonishingly like it was highly venomous, and some old instincts from his lifetime kicked in.

Mutual screaming ensued. Finishing with Arthur fleeing the scene with Lewis clutched tightly in his arms.

Vivi sighed and fetched the Spider Catching Cup and a sheet of paper. "Honestly," she tutted. "Why do I have to be in a relationship with two immense babies?"

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Juggling Life

I had a bit of a row with Beloved about money again. Domestic arguments always seem to start with income and inlaws. But this time, it included outgoing moneys as well.

I'm a frugal little bean and I try not to have extravagant expenditure. I try to get as much as I can out of as little as possible, and going over that allotment makes me sad, angry, and bitter. Especially when I've done my best scrimping, only to find that Beloved

Challenge #01179-C084: Musical Proposal

http://huppupbup.tumblr.com/post/140004561959/just-take-it -- Gallifreya

[AN: For those of you who've been living under a rock for the past five years or who've been avoiding Mystery Skulls Animated, Lewis' canonical last name is Pepper. He's the adopted son of two other Peppers who I've named Bel and Cayenne. There's no definitive names for the triplet sisters, so I'm going with Ebony, Ivory, and Chilli. (Black pepper, white pepper, chilli pepper...) Because theme naming is allegedly funny]

Vivi should

Thank you for your suggestion, but...

About a week ago, MeMum suggested that I should have breakfast before I go on my daily walk. Apparently it's supposed to help boost my metabolism and burn fat and thereby assist in losing weight.

It hasn't been that effective because I sit at my computer and browse Tumblr whilst I ingest. Because multi-tasking is a habit that's more or less expected, these days.

And once I'm done with breakfast, I automatically get started on my blog, story, and where applicable, my

Challenge #01178-C083: Know Your Shit

Much like the most-well-known example of dragon blood, all manner of bodily fluids of various magical creatures are themselves a potent source of mana, quintessence, or other such magical powers, and thus are much sought-after by those inclined toward practicing arcane experimentations. Troll sweat, unicorn spit, mermaid tears, fairy urine... really, it's both fascinating and slightly disgusting what bizarre things wizards and alchemists are willing to buy from those who are willing to sell... -- Anon Guest

Ekumar was a Filth Dealer.

I just found the best motto

So I was procrastinating more than usual [it's Saturday here. Ner] and in-between playing YouTube videos and Minecraft, when I spotted this post with its equally hilarious motto.

"Whatever doesn't kill me... had better start running"

I want to wear this on a shirt. I want to have it on a cap. I want some, highly visible garment that I can firkin wear everywhere and have people read it and smirk.

I firkin love that attitude.

Even if I don't have the

Challenge #01176-C081: Free Spirits

Double day once again. Today's theme is This Old Haunted Mansion

1) The sceptic

2) The scaredycat -- Gallifreya

1)

"Now I have about twenty-five years of experience with practical special effects and building haunted houses for fun parks... this place claims to have real phenomena. Let's take a good look and see what we can copy."

Lots of the phenomena in the house could, indeed, be copied with practical special effects. Where he fell over, though, was searching for the plane

Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season already?

I'm going through the tissues like they're going out of style, right now. It could be my hardy perennial self-neglect at at work, because I've not been taking my supplements... or it could be Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season.

Allergies are such fun.

I have a whole lot of sniffling and snorting and coughing and horking up linings of my bronchial tubes to look forwards to. For extremely limited definitions of "look forwards". Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season is hell. And I have one

Challenge #01175-C080: Attitude Adjustment

Free prompt day! -- Anon Guest

[AN: Today's story is inspired by this attrociousness ]

Bill made his perfect woman. He more or less had to. The real bitches he tried to get along with universally hated him and he could never figure out why. He was perfectly nice to all of them, but... he inevitably wound up in the friendzone whenever he didn't earn himself another restraining order.

And now he was in what the internet kept referring to as "the Dudebro

Firkin sleep issues

I woke up at 3AM again.

This time, I'm keeping a journal of my wakings and potential causes. See if there's a pattern. Confirm or deny what I already suspect.

And what I suspect is - my brain is its own worst enemy.

When I woke this morning, a weird dream turned into a real logistics battle in my head and then my thoughts wouldn't shut the fuck up. So I got up and worked on some fanfic because trying to go

Challenge #01174-C079: In His Hands

http://squigglydigg.tumblr.com/post/117804055177

there is also the audio version (which has some additions)

http://chisanaai.tumblr.com/post/123306425008 -- Anon Guest

Vivi couldn't remember the last time she had seen Arthur like this. Not even during the Unpleasant Time that had shattered her memories. He was cursing a streak. Pale and perspiring and shivering and occasionally retching. And driving with just one aim in mind. To get Out.

There was a nightmare, she had it a lot just

Ugh

Dentist appointment, today. Gonna get that plaque scraped off my teeth et cetera. And told that I might lose my front teeth if I'm not careful.

I'm being careful as much as I can, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to get artificial incisors. Sooner or later, it's going to happen. It's pretty much inevitable.

Fortunately, my dentist is just as invested in me keeping my teeth as I am.

What I am going to do is drag my little

Challenge #01173-C078: My Neighbour Baq'oth'met

http://erinnightwalker.tumblr.com/post/124966976805/geostatonary-sixpenceee-a-house-i-pass-on-the

Steve and the antler guy -- Gallifreya

Suburbia. Realm of the bland, the ordinary. The whitebread and the boring. Or it would be if this wasn't a town named One Horse.

Steve Carol peered between the blinds at his neighbour's yard. The eight-foot Thing that lived next door gave him a cheery wave. "G00D M0RR0W N31GHB0UR ST3V3!"

"Don't you dare flip that man the bird," said Shannon pre-emptively. How she managed to do that when

I am becoming an old fart

Or maybe I'm made of old farts, it's hard to tell. Or maybe it's the good old self-neglect at work.

I'm stiff. I'm sore. I'm worn out by going to the movies ffs. Going to bed doesn't give the rest it used to. The pillow is trying to kill me.

OK I probably need to find the right kind of pillow, but it seems to be an elusive beast that uses Brigadoon as it's sole habitat. Everything has memory foam cores, these

Challenge #01172-C077: Forbidden Knowledge

http://gothiethefairy.tumblr.com/post/139710559083/seananmcguire-lizawithazed-roachpatrol -- Gallifreya

[AN: For the record, human skin makes really atrocious leather/parchment. I'm a writer. I research shit like this for fun]

The argument had gone something like this... If it was etched into a slab of granite, the information on it had to be really important.

Yes, said the opposing side. But there's also a reason why they moved a ten-ton slab of granite down the deepest pit that they had access to.

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Challenge #01180-C085: True Terror

Juggling Life

Challenge #01179-C084: Musical Proposal

Thank you for your suggestion, but...

Challenge #01178-C083: Know Your Shit

I just found the best motto

Challenge #01176-C081: Free Spirits

Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season already?

Challenge #01175-C080: Attitude Adjustment

Firkin sleep issues

Challenge #01174-C079: In His Hands

Ugh

Challenge #01173-C078: My Neighbour Baq'oth'met

I am becoming an old fart

Challenge #01172-C077: Forbidden Knowledge