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  • ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ʜɪɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀʏ


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-size: 49pt; font-family: modern regular; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; letter-spacing: 1pt; color: #000000]; ANNE STREETER ;[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto][align=center][color=black][font=arial][sup][size=9pt]sixteen - single
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    [justify][color=black][font=arial][sup][size=8]He had always loved the night. He'd sit outside on the front lawn, sitting Indian style as he stared at the stars. Sometimes he'd even take a few blankets and a pillow out, with him. His parents didn't really mind, unless they couldn't see him. They'd go crazy if they lost sight on him. Can I get an 'overprotective parents'? It kind of got annoying, sometimes, and somehow, he always managed to persuade them to let him go out on his own; at night. As long as it was with friends, they'd tell him. H'ed probably have gone out, anyway. He was a pretty good liar, if he did say so himself. It could be a good thing, and it could be a bad thing, which really sucked. He'd always feel guilty after lying, and he'd eventually tell the truth. So, I guess he wasn't too good of a liar.


    Anne stuffed one of his hands in a pocket of his skinny jeans, the other making sure his hat didn't fall off his head. After adjusting it, he stuffed that hand in the other pocket, a soft smile on his face. It wasn't quite his favorite time of night, yet, but it amazed him to see all of the creatures he'd been told about when he was younger just appear in the night. It was weird, at the same time, though. Those night walkers didn't think he, or any of his friends, could see them. Well, of course they didn't. No other human beings could see them, so they had no clue. It would be really cool to befriend one of these night walkers - To Anne, at least. Sure, they did some really bad thing to get them stuck on this planet for freaking eternity, but they probably learned their lessons, right? Anne was always looking on the brighter side of things; always seeing the good things in everyone, no matter how horrible they were. They could be a murderer, and he'd still see something good in them.


    The teen kicked a small rock, then tilted his head up to look at the sky. The moon was so beautiful, and it shone so bright. You know that little story about the sun and the moon? You know; the one about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night to let her breathe? That was his favorite little story, and the stories about the night walkers, his second. After walking a bit with his head up, he decided to let it fall back down, staring at the ground again. He didn't want to trip over his own feet - Again. He was such a klutz.


    His smile brightened when seeing one of his friends, Ella, at one of the alleyways, and waved over to her. He skipped over, and stopped in front of her. "Hey, Ella. Nice night, isn't it?" It was always a nice night, to Anne, but he just liked asking questions. He was just a curious little rascal.


    [ hola! hope you don't mind me just jumping in! and please excuse any of the mistakes i made. this is a really good, creative idea, by the way. it's beautiful. c: ]

  • ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ʜɪɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀʏ


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-size: 49pt; font-family: modern regular; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; letter-spacing: 1pt; color: #000000]; ANNE STREETER ;[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto][align=center][color=black][font=arial][sup][size=9pt]sixteen - single
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    [justify][color=black][font=arial][sup][size=8]Seeing his friend smile made him happy, and he had to keep back a girly giggle. He was more girly than most other guys, and way shorter; especially for his age. He was about 5'5", or 5'6". He didn't really know, since it'd been a while since he'd checked his height. Being short had its pros and cons, but honestly, there were way more cons. Anne hated being short, but he didn't think he'd like being tall, either. If he were any taller than he already was, it'd feel kind of weird. He's just thinking that because he's short. If he was average height or tall, he'd be thinking way differently. Here he was, surrounded by those beautiful night crawlers, and all he could think of was how short and girly he was. Anne could be such an idiot, sometimes. It came with being such a klutz, his mom always said. His dad said it came from her side of the family.


    Anne's head turned just a bit to see another one of his friends, Theta. Pretty name, don't you think? She was so pale, and it made the teen a but uneasy, even if she was always as pale as she was, now. He might be naturally pale, but he was a creamy sort of pale. Theta, though - She was just as white as snow. It reminded him of Snow White, yet his friend had that long, silver-blonde hair instead asphalt black. He shoved those totally random thoughts to the back of his head, smiling a soft smile at her as she spoke, then turned his head when Ella responded to her. Her words made him think, nodding a little. With every bad thing, there came a good thing, though, and to convince him otherwise would take all night.


    He brushed some hair out of his eyes, adjusting the fluffy hat on top of his head, once more. He smiled a bit wider at the next words spoken. Then Theta responded, and he shrugged to himself. "Sure, they did some bad things to get them where they are, but there's always some light in everything that's dark, right?" Anne's golden brown eyes sparkled, like they always did, wrapping his arms around his torso. He was just excited to get to know at least one of these night walkers he'd always dreamed of speaking to; and it showed clearly in his bright, puppy dog eyes.

  • ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ʜɪɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀʏ


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-size: 49pt; font-family: modern regular; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; letter-spacing: 1pt; color: #000000]; ANNE STREETER ;[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px; height: 300px; overflow: auto][align=center][color=black][font=arial][sup][size=9pt]sixteen - single
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    [justify][color=black][font=arial][sup][size=8]What could be so bad about night walkers? Just the stories the old woman told made him believe there was something more than their sins, there. When one of those walkers walked right up to the group, Anne hadn't noticed at first. He was never the first one to notice something, unless it was the light, or good, in someone or something. You know, that's probably why he was so vulnerable - He trusted too easily, because he saw the good in everyone. It got him hurt a good few times, but he never did seem to learn his lesson. He was just a girly, spunky little child, inside.


    Anne had to swallow a giggle when Ella actually frightened the night walker that had walked up to the three of them. The giggle came out, anyway, but it wasn't like no one ever heard him giggle before. He did it quite often, actually. He turned around so he could see the girl better, waving slightly. Why was an image of an anime girl waving in his head? "Hi." He let out a huff of a laugh; brief and silent. He looked over and around, trying to find one night crawler that really sparked his interest. It wasn't that this one who had actually come up to them didn't, but - You know. This one seemed around is age, but he wanted to see what an adult would do. So, with that, he just waved at a random night walker, who was obviously a girl; or woman, I should say. She didn't look to old - She didn't look old at all.


    The curious teen slowly made his way around his friends and the young night walker, though stopped when he was in front of them, back turned. "Hello!"

  • ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ʜɪɢʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀʏ

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    [justify][font=arial][sup][size=7pt][color=#000000]//same here. x3


    Anne smiled brightly when the very much taller lady nodded back at him. He loved how there were people who seemed like they'd be such rowdy, mischievous people, but were really quite mature and calm. That obviously was not him, but close to it. He was such a spazz, yet he could be serious when needed. He was also sensitive, and not only just a bit. He was very sensitive, and even a bit protective. 'A bit' was an understatement. If you hurt one of his friends, in any way, he'd go insane. He was very loyal to all of his loved ones, and no matter what you do, he'd always be there by your side. His shoulder was always there for anyone to cry on, and he'd, somehow, always manage to brighten someone's day up; even if it be just a little. Anne was just a little ball of sunshine, always there to brighten a dark, rainy day. It could be a curse, at times, though. Being a little ball of sunshine meant you could explode at any moment, and with enough rain, it could burn out. If that did happen, he'd eventually brighten back up. In other words, nothing could bring him down; but with many negative things piled up, it'd obviously push him down.


    He had almost forgotten his friend had greeted him, and turned his head to look at him. As the girls - weird - conversed, he smiled at Marshall. "Hey, Marshmallow." Anne loved calling his friend Marshmallow. He didn't know why; he just found it to be a bit amusing. What guy had the nickname Marshmallow? "You know, you should really smile more. That frown doesn't suit you." He took his index fingers and put them to the corners of the other's mouth, then lifted the sides to literally make him smile; even if it was the weirdest looking smile ever. Anne giggled, putting his hands back down to his sides. "I guess we have some new friends." He pointed to Ariana, the younger night walker, then the older one.


    The only thing he caught, since he had been too preoccupied in talking to his literal only guy friend, was that Ariana girl talking. Stay? If you wish? Oh, he was excited, alright. He had so many questions to ask, but he obviously wouldn't ask them. It'd be rude to enter into a dead person's personal life, especially with the questions he had in mind. "Ah, cool! See, I told you they couldn't be that bad!"


    [ thank you, lovely. c: ]

  • Ask Andy Beirsack!

    [size=7pt]ooh, i love both! writing is my specialty, though. i rarely ever find a book that sparks my interest. i'm just really picky. though, drawing is my strongest strength, if that makes sense. c:


    you made me happier than a kid finding his/her blanket after it being lost for centuries. x3[/size]

  • Ask Andy Beirsack!

    hells to the no! i wish i were a dude, sometimes, and it'd be fercking awesome if i were him. being a teen girl kinda sucks, you know? stupid mother nature... cx that's phil lester, or as most know him, amazingphil. once i become a youtuber because i am very determined to become one, we're going to become best friends; as will dan and i become best friends. we'll all be besties! x3 i will never ever show my face. i'm ugly as f-ck. cx

  • free & pre-made fancyposts ! [updated - 5 / 13]

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    [justify][size=7pt]hello, my friends! there are lots of these things out there, so i decided to make one of my own! giving in the real world is something i do on a daily basis, so why not give on the internet? sharing is caring, right? anyway, these aren't really advanced, but they aren't really basic. they're kind of in between, i suppose. some of them might look a little advanced, i guess. i say 'i guess' and 'i suppose' a lot, huh? and so many question marks! okay, before i start rambling on about random things, i just have a few rules. i know, i know! we all hate reading them, but you gotta have 'em!


    - please, please, please keep my credit on! i worked hard on these, and it'd be a shame to see someone use one of these fancyposts as their own. it's just not nice, okay?
    - chatter all you want! i, myself, love to chit-chat! talk about movies, books, ice cream, pandas, and anything, for all i care! go wild!
    - you don't have to do this, but i'd love it if you posted which one(s) you're using. i'd also love to see your beautiful edits. c:
    - i almost forgot! you may edit these all you want! all i ask is that you keep my credit on. c:
    - please, DO NOT ASK ME IF YOU CAN USE THESE. it's called 'free & pre-made' for a reason, my fellow earthlings!
    - please don't start any fights. fighting scares me and makes me very sad, and i know it makes others uncomfortable, too. in other words, be nice. please.


    note: some of these might look a bit weird because of the spoilers. they look completely normal when when you use them, if that makes any sense. c: also, since i don't roleplay animals, these are all human character templates, or chatting templates. i'm sorry! please don't hurt me! *hides behind damon* you wouldn't hurt deefizzy, would you?
    oh, and none of the pics or gifs are mine. credit to the owners. c: and i'm probably just gonna use all youtubers & band members for the picture parts...


    and now, for the part you have all been waiting for - the fancyposts! yyyyyaaaaaayyyy[/fancypost]




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    [justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=#000000]more to come! i will update whenever i can! c:

  • Ask Andy Beirsack!

    nah, it's okay. i do it all the time. cx
    i bet you're really pretty! i have horrid acne, and really bad dandruff, which makes my hair disgusting and greasy. plus, i'm not the skinniest person on the planet... my mom & older sis say i'm average, but i'm not. i know i'm not.


    i'm dumb, too. people say i'm smart, but they're all liars, so... yeah! we should definitely start a club! x3

  • Ask Andy Beirsack!

    my hair is a golden color - dirty-blonde. and it's super thick, which makes everything worse. i want to shave the left side of my head, but my dad won't let me. he doesn't understand me at all. he thinks everything i'm going through right now will pass. he hates all the music i listen to besides classic rock, and some other bands. i love him, and he loves me, but he makes me feel like i'm a disappointment... okay, enough with me.


    i'd rather be super skinny than the weight i am, now... i'm not really anorexic[as in not eating on purpose], but sometimes i don't eat because i think - KNOW - i'm fat... depression's a b-tch. nobody knows, and i always smile and laugh, and it's genuine most of the time. but i still feel like i'm a piece of sh-t... jeez-us, there i go again. sorry. xc


    i bet you really are. i know you are, even though i have never seen you. you are beautiful, no matter what anyone says. c: