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Madeleine
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
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yo i write stuff.


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More about me:

Likes: sugar, caffeine, cozy clothes, swinging on the swings, the BFF, jumping on the bed, my bratty dog, basically any animal you can think of, sleeping, blanket forts, drawing, making up stories in my head, making people laugh, reading complicated things, psychology

Dislikes: bullies, most cooked vegetables, when people are sad, socialising in large groups, sarcasm

Beliefs: I'm very conservative and I'm sure a lot of my political and moral beliefs would offend a lot of people. If something bothers you, please quietly leave my page and turn your attention elsewhere. Remember your beliefs probably offend someone too. Please be respectful of conservatives just as we are expected to be respectful of liberals. Thank you.
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Where was I?!

Where was Night Owls?

Where was anything, really, on this account?

Things just trickled to a stop after the second installment. We here at the Night Owls headquarters (me) were really excited to get started but we just couldn't find a rhythm after that. I have like two or three chapters in process that all tapered off into the nothingness of February.

Ah, February. Honestly it's time I talked about it to someone, anyone. I told Gala a small bit of it and maybe a bit also to Luke and Seri but nobody knows the whole. February was bad, bad. Sheep-bleating baaaad. Depression hit an all time low. I don't remember a whole lot about February, which is pretty much how it goes. I remember a couple things:
-college pamphlets on the table and on the counter and on the floor of my bedroom
-a lot of questions running through my mind on sleepless nights
-crying in the bathroom with the water running
-crying in the shower
-crying on the floor
-crying on my bed
-crying, just a lot of crying
-a lot of questions
-confusion
-nothingness
-Seri sending cheesy valentines on Hangouts
-being by myself most of the month
-starting track
-questions, so many, with nothing for their answers
-alternatively nothing with the only question being why there wasn't something and then that question left and everything was just blank
So yeah, a lot happened, and a lot of nothing happened. I don't remember what I did during that time. Pretty sure it was school and a lot of book reading but I don't remember what books, as well as a good deal of staring at the ceiling, both during the day and at night. There was a small period of existential crisis when I thought about college and not-college and what-if and when. There was another period after figuring all that out that was just nothing, just lonesome and sadness and blankness. That part was scary because I don't remember much about it and that's always hard to surface from.

So March was me surfacing. Slowly I had a series of better days. As an overcompensating rebound, my anxiety took over for a little, not nearly as bad as it has been in the past, but still there. It was kind of relieving to feel that, at least. Part of that anxiety was waking up feeling groggy, or becoming sad over something, and then being worried that I was going to spiral again. It's been one crazy ride to here, the middle of April, but sometime in March things evened out and I'm doing ok now.

Winter always gets me. It was similar last year but not as bad.

So yeah, that's the lengthy, TMI truth about where I went for a couple months. For the first few of my absence (November? December? January...), it was just me adjusting to some changes and being pretty busy. Then February. Then March. And now it seems I'm back again, for the time being, and I hope to stay for awhile :)

Note: I usually get a lot of supporting messages on these journals about tough times and I want you all to know I really appreciate them. You always tell me I can talk to you if need be. Thank you so much for leaving that avenue open. While it's often hard for me to talk about these things to people WHILE they're actually happening (because my brain is a big dork), I really love that you all support me and endure these long absences and are always there waiting when I return.

Love, so much love,
Madeleine
  • Listening to: Happy Together
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: idk
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: DRINKING IS A SIN

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Max was thoroughly obsessed with pasta.

Every day, he ate pasta salad for lunch. He brought it to his day job in a little plastic container, rigatone or perhaps radiatore interspersed with green peas and tomatoes, never overcooked or undercooked. After two years of packing the same thing for lunch, Max had perfected the art of al dente.

Sometimes he made mac and cheese for dinner. Sometimes he ate the leftovers on toast for breakfast. Some nights it was spaghetti, other nights lasagna. He had a very nice mural made entirely of dry pasta, which he had pilfered from the art room at his niece's kindergarten.

No wonder he was still single! But Max didn't mind. He had noodles and a deluxe cable package. It was all good as far as he concerned. Until the day the world ended.

Now, when it seems that the world around you is breaking apart, what do you reach for? Mothers reach for their children. Couples reach for their other half. You reach out for what's important to you.

If you're a relatively well-off twenty-something pasta enthusiast living alone?

You go to the nearest grocery store. You bring the hatchet that you wrestled away from the fireman-turned-zombie that you encountered on the ground floor of your building. You fight your way to the nearest grocery store in search of food, hopefully pasta, but really anything that hasn't already been looted. You have already eaten your mural.

Zombies, Max thought, rolling his eyes and hacking through the lock on the Pic-n-Pac on the corner. You'd think they'd come up with something more original.

The Pic-n-Pac was occupied. Max realised this too late. He was already walking in the door. There were zombies outside, there were zombies inside. The ones inside had come through the back door and were throwing produce at one another.

Max took the chance.

He grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice and ducked into the men's restroom to pour it over his head. Hopefully it would be enough to cover his scent until he could get out of there. Then, as quietly as he could, he stuffed his backpack with cans of tomatoes and beans and whatever else was on the shelves - he didn't really look.

Then he caught sight of a single box of riote sitting on a shelf nearby. The last box. One single box of uncooked pasta, wheel-shaped, golden, and thoroughly enticing. Immediately, he wanted it. It was the organic brand, the best you could find. It was so beautiful and enchanting. He must have it. If he was to die, why not die eating the thing he liked most?

Nevermind that, in order to get it, he must go through the zombies. He would die for pasta. Literally. Other people said that about things all the time, but Max was never kidding.

With a scream, he hurtled into the mist of the mob, spinning and whacking everything he could with the hatchet. The zombies screamed and fought back with all their might. One pinned him down, but Max wrestled it off, barely avoiding its snapping teeth, hurling it into a nearby shelf with all of his strength. For a second he thought about giving up - he was far outnumbered - but the thought of those beautiful golden noodles, his only companions for two years, kept him going. He left carcasses draped across the apples and celery. Max was victorious. He grabbed the pasta and kissed the cardboard box it came in, then ran out the door, slamming it behind him, and retreating into his apartment.

Nothing, not even zombies, could keep them apart.
All's fair in pasta and war
Prompted by GalaxyPegasus14 on Facebook: Writer's Block challenge (for all the writer's or want to writer's out there):
Write a love story, BUT it CANNOT be a ROMANCE nor can you use the word "love" in your story. Minimum of 150 words. Maximum of 600. K, go!

Pretty sure I stayed under 600. I didn't count though. Cheesy love story between Max and pasta.
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****A well-put-together interview of all the characters from Night Owls, for clarity reasons, conducted by my cousin Al Dente****

[The sound of soft clicking can be heard as Al turns the camera on. He may or may not be wearing fake nails. Al's face in the camera is blindingly white because of the poor lighting and pasty like dough because of real life, and he squints as he adjusts the angle. Deep brown eyes peer at the camera. Al is eleven.]

Al: *muffled* Hello folks.

[The microphone adjusts as he removes his palm from the camera. Al can now be heard clearly.]

Al: *coughs loudly, his head ducking below the screen* sorry, sorry. Ok. I'm Al. Al Dente. I'm doing this interview of people for my cousin's story, because she will never do it. She will leave you all wallowing in confusion as you read her badly-written chapters. As the plot thickens like the cheap name-brand gravy your mother brought from the grocery store, you may have to refer back to this page.

[Al pauses, presumably for effect, staring seriously into the camera.]

Al: And so. Without further ado. WE BEGIN.

[Al scampers out of the room, miniature capes trailing from his Batman socks, and forgets to take the camera with him.]

Later

[The view is of a very messy room. Somebody lies sprawled across the bed. Short-ish brown hair hangs down from the edge of the mattress. Various objects are scattered about, including a bag of chips, about eighty t-shirts, and, inexplicably, a crowbar.]

Al: *in a hushed whisper* my cousin Madeleine. The author of this series. It's five pm and she's still asleep.

[The view shakes around jarringly as Al shoves himself through the window, still talking.]

Al:...legend has it that Kevin Larrison once climbed up this very trellis with two broken arms and a half-dead squirrel hanging from his beltloop by the tail. [Al's voice here takes on a tone that is part disgust and part awe.] Look at this. She lives like this! LOOK! [Al here dangles a pink sock in front of the camera.] My parents would KILL me if they found this in my room, because it obviously doesn't have a match!

[Al 'prowls' around the room in a very conspicuous fashion, briefly zooming in on the word 'indubitably' scrawled across the baseboard in one corner.]

Al:...She buys her socks that way...the kind they make purposely so there isn't a match...people think she does it to be unique but they're actually cheaper that way...

[Al's foot hits an object on the floor, sending it flying. He muffles an 'ow' and the camera swings over to Madeleine sleeping on the bed, indicative of Al glancing at her guiltily behind it. Then he cautiously steps over to the kicked object, revealing that it is a salad spinner.]

Al: *quietly* she keeps actual salad in this salad spinner. I don't know what she does to it, but somehow it never goes bad. [A leaf disappears behind the camera, followed by indecent smacking noises.]

Al: Wait. I just figured out why they never go bad, they're actually just the fake leaves from the plastic flowers you get to trick your girlfriend into thinking you have a real, deep, meaningful relationship! Scandalous!

[Al continues to wander, snacking on a handful of the artificial salad and eventually circling back to the bed, zooming in on the side of Madeleine's face. A perfectly symmetrical zit is the star of the view.]

Al: I can't believe she sleeps with her glasses on.

Madeleine: *stirs* Al? Is that you?

Al: *freezes, as though by pretending he is not there, he can be concealed.*

Madeleine: Al?

Al: ...no, there's nobody here, go back to sleep.

Madeleine: mm'kay. *goes back to sleep*

Al: *audible relieved noises* let's get out of here, and on to the next victim.

[The view fades to black and reopens upon the surface of a swimming pool. On its surface, it is possible to make out the reflection of the sun, hovering just above the horizon.]

Al: *with obvious respect in his voice* Here in the deep we find a totally elusive creature. It is Seri. Let's see if we can coax her out into the open.

[Here Al retrieves a bag of Cheetos from his pocket and opens it, being completely inconspicuous, and for a second the crinkling of the bag blows out the mic. We recommend that you turn your headphones down. Anyway, he tosses out a big one, commenting briefly on how it is shaped like a chicken leg. {It is not. It is shaped like a Cheeto.}]

Al: *tosses the snack gently into the water* This isn't sponsorship, folks. I just happen to have Cheetos with me.

[Slight bubbles float to the surface. Al jostles the camera a little in his excitement and starts narrating as though it were a nature documentary.]

Al: Here we go...the gentle, docile creature is stirring beneath the water...

[As Al gets closer to the water, viewers are able to make out the form of a girl sitting on the bottom of the pool, cross-legged, her head turned down. It appears that she is meditating.]

Al: So gentle...so docile...so pure...

[Slowly, a small object floats to the surface of the water, bobbing alongside the rapidly-soggying Cheeto. Intrigued, Al leans closer, revealing that it is a dismembered Barbie head. Slowly, as if of its own volition, the head turns over to reveal the face.

There are no eyes.]

Al: *makes an obviously disturbed noise*

Seri: *suddenly shoots to the surface of the water, screeching*

Al: *runs away screaming WHAT A GENTLE DOCILE CREATURE, leaving his camera behind*

Seri: *picks up the camera and gazes into the lens....her features are so stunning and gorgeous, even soaking wet. The Cheeto is stuck to the side of her head. It is adorable.* What is this? What is this? First product placement, now he runs away screaming, in front of my bare eyes, in front of my bare CHILDREN?

[Seri has no children. The editor speculates that she meant the dismembered Barbie doll, which she is now fondling.]

Seri: To all the blind sheeple watching this, someday you'll look up from your TVs and realise that life has slipped away from you. You will be just some old dude sippin' on a Diet Coke and watching this stupid character introduction. You'll realise you devoted your dying moments to watching my beautiful face. Good job.

[The screen cuts to black. The camera somehow finds its way back to Al, because the next scene opens with the lens turned towards his frazzled face. He appears to be walking through a supermarket.]

Al: That was stupid. That was so, so stupid. Playing a dumb trick on my like that. The Barbie. The poor thing. Kids these days. I can't. I can't. Why didn't I think of that? Oh look! It's Gala!

[The camera swings from Al's face around a supermarket shelf, focusing on a tall, rosy-cheeked girl with blue-streaked hair. She is investigating the asparagus. There is glitter literally all over her, like for real, I'm not even kidding.]

Al: *stage whispering into the mic* Dude! Dude!!! Gala is totally my hero! She fought, like, a hundred Doberman Pinschers off of my front lawn once. My mom wasn't even home to see it. I can't believe we just ran into her at the grocery store or anything. She's usually at home right now, writing fic. Not like I know her schedule or anything. Haha. That'd be weird. She's like the closest thing to a full-blown superhero that we have in Saint Rivas, in my humble opinion. Man, I can't believe she's really here. This is the best thing ever!

Gala: *can legit hear everything Al is saying* *looks up into the camera with a bright little smile before turning away*

Al: Dude. Those wings embroidered on the back of her jacket - see those? Those probably have some secret meaning or something. I bet she's part of a secret society in Saint Rivas. I bet they're all superheroes! Let's follow her and see where she goes!

[The next couple minutes are full of shuddering camera angles and blurred supermarket shelves as Al follows Gala stealthily, when in fact she knows the whole time where he is. Once, she even drops a bundle of asparagus and lets him sneak it back into her basket when she 'isn't looking', though she was just trying to get rid of the asparagus, because asparagus is totally gross.]

Al: Here we go...she's turning into an alley...I wonder if she'll go down a manhole cover or something?!

Gala: *is literally hiding in a dumpster checking if she got any reviews on her fanfics yet*

Al: Man. I probably can't go after her. It probably has thumbprint recognition or something. But anyway! I bet she jumps out of that dumpster any minute now, clad in latex boots and super electrode punching gloves, ready to fight crime!

Al: ...Any minute now...

[Suddenly, a girl with soft red hair appears out of thin air. She is walking carefully, like a ghost. Her very form seems to flicker in and out of focus. A weird buzzing sound fills the mic, as though something were interfering with the sound. For a moment her eyes meet the camera through her heavy-rimmed glasses, and those eyes are filled with knowing and with intelligence and - curiosity? Then she is gone, and darkness has fallen, though it was fully light several seconds ago.]

Al: ...so weird. Maybe I should go back and review that footage. Whatever it was, I'm sure it wasn't relevant to the plot or anything. Man, and Gala probably got away while I was zoned out.

Gala: *still in the dumpster, unable to stop herself from starting to write another chapter on her phone*

Al: *walking out onto the sidewalk* okay, well, I should probably try to interview a few more people before I have to go home...

[Al trails off as he sees an older boy coming his direction on the sidewalk. The older boy is not even looking Al's way, but still the camera stutters.]

Al: OH NO!! EVERYBODY HIDE! IT'S SETH!!!! *jumps behind a bush*

Seth: *screams and also runs to hide*

Al: Works every time. *continues to walk down the sidewalk* I know where our next person is hiding...he's probably holed up in the Internet cafe around the corner.

[Sure enough, as Al rounds the corner, the soft and welcoming lights of an Internet cafe greet the camera. Through the front window one can see a slouchy guy with a tablet, his blond spikes reflecting the light and making them almost blinding to look at. He is the focus of Al's next intrusion.]

Al: FRED!!

Fred: *looks up, rather panicked*

Al: FRED, SAY HELLO TO THE CAMERA!

Fred: Good grief! No, Al! I don't wanna be on any weird video. Take it off. *holds his palm up to the lens*

Al: *wrestles the camera away* No, Fred, it's for a good purpose. Please? I just wanna interview you.

Fred: Aw, man. Dude, I heard you were going around town filming people on some crazy documentary or something. I don't wanna do it. You stole your cousin's salad, man. That's not cool.

Al: *mutters something about how news travels fast*

Sergio: Dude, those socks though!

[Al swings around. A tall, grinning, mustachioed dude is staring at him. Man, dude, I keep saying dude, man.]

Al: Are you making fun of me?!

Sergio: *in a high-pitched lady-voice* Meee?! Make fun of youuuu and those RADICALICIOUS Batman socks with the actual capes? Of course!!

Al: *sounds hurt* they were on clearance! I appreciate a good deal, ok?

Fred: Whatever, man, just get your creepy camera away from here, will ya? Enough people are looking to throw me in jail. Don't need a video floating around on the internet.

Al: In jail?! For what?

Fred: I end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, y'know? I dropped a pen and later a guy used it to write a check to the knife store so he could cut open a watermelon and put in poison to kill a dude. Now some fancy person wants to sue me. Why am I telling you this? Seriously, get outta here.

Al: *stomps away, muttering to himself*

[The jittery camera angles cut through a series of streets and houses. The sky continues to darken until no grey remains at its corners. The image becomes grainy in the poor light, and at last Al stops in front of a house with dewy red brick and one light on at a window in the right corner.]

Al: This place!!! It took me forever to find it. That guy Luke lives here. The one with all the birds.

[As Al steps closer, several doves squawk protectively. There are hundred of birds camped out all across the lawn in perfect concentric circles. Al goes closer to the window with the light, carefully stepping between the orderly lines of Luke's little flock.]

Al: For awhile, me and my brothers weren't even sure if Luke even existed. My cousin would tell these crazy stories about him, but every attempt to meet up with him just kinda went wrong...

[For a second, the picture flashes blindingly as the camera adjusts to the light coming from Luke's window.]

Al: ...but then I found this house! I spy on him sometimes, and that pet tiger guy he keeps with him.

Luke: You what?

Al: Good grief, I didn't mean for you to hear. Do you ever sleep?

Luke: It's seven in the evening.

Al: Oh yeah. I forgot how fast it gets dark around here. Creepy.

[Luke is leaning his elbows against the windowsill. The window pane is open just a crack, enough for his voice to filter through clearly. He was presumably gazing out in dismay at all the fanbirds he would have to navigate in the morning.]

Al: So, Luke, what're you up to?

Luke: You'd probably know better than me, little spy.

[There is an affectionate smile on Luke's face. If the window were open, he would ruffle Al's hair, although we can tell from the strands blowing in front of the camera that the wind has done a good enough job of that already.]

Luke: I did some gardening.

Al: Indoors?

Luke: Yeah.

[Al hoists the camera higher so that we can see past Luke's broad shoulders into the bedroom beyond. The carpet is ripped up and Luke appears to have transplanted some sunflowers directly beneath their threads. A grey-and-white cat hisses at the camera's lone eye, and Al levels it to face Luke again.]

Al: Makes sense. Wouldn't want your sunflowers getting trampled by all these birds.

Luke: Yeah. Where have you gone today, Al?

Al: I went around town and did some interviews. Everyone must think I'm pretty lame, I guess.

[Al sounds a little dismayed.]

Al: ...I mean, I got pranked by Seri, and then I just totally geeked out over this one superhero that I met. And my socks...I don't know. Maybe I'll trash this video.

Luke: No, Al, you're pretty cool. The world's just not ready for you. You know?

Madeleine: *pops up from behind a bush* Yeah, Al! Those socks are rad.

Gala: I don't mind you geeking out on me.

Luke: When did you two get here?

Madeleine: *shrugs* maybe I'm turning into a bird.

Gala: I followed Al because I need to know where he got those socks.

Madeleine: *comes up and throws an arm around Al's shoulders* Luke's right, you know. The world's not ready for you. The world's not ready for a lot of things, actually.

Al: What's so great about me?

Madeleine: Well, you have...perseverance, and a fresh take on things.

Gala: And cool socks!

Luke: And initiative.

Madeleine: It's a lot more than I had when I was your age.

Al: Maybe I'll keep the video, after all. You guys wanna do an outro with me?

Madeleine: *wrestles the camera towards herself* This has been another episode of Night Owls, starring the actual in-the-flesh Night Owls themselves! Thanks for watching! *pulls a funny face*

Gala: *throws some glitter at the camera with a totally deadpan expression*

Luke: *waves*

*******That's a wrap.*******
Where was I?!

Where was Night Owls?

Where was anything, really, on this account?

Things just trickled to a stop after the second installment. We here at the Night Owls headquarters (me) were really excited to get started but we just couldn't find a rhythm after that. I have like two or three chapters in process that all tapered off into the nothingness of February.

Ah, February. Honestly it's time I talked about it to someone, anyone. I told Gala a small bit of it and maybe a bit also to Luke and Seri but nobody knows the whole. February was bad, bad. Sheep-bleating baaaad. Depression hit an all time low. I don't remember a whole lot about February, which is pretty much how it goes. I remember a couple things:
-college pamphlets on the table and on the counter and on the floor of my bedroom
-a lot of questions running through my mind on sleepless nights
-crying in the bathroom with the water running
-crying in the shower
-crying on the floor
-crying on my bed
-crying, just a lot of crying
-a lot of questions
-confusion
-nothingness
-Seri sending cheesy valentines on Hangouts
-being by myself most of the month
-starting track
-questions, so many, with nothing for their answers
-alternatively nothing with the only question being why there wasn't something and then that question left and everything was just blank
So yeah, a lot happened, and a lot of nothing happened. I don't remember what I did during that time. Pretty sure it was school and a lot of book reading but I don't remember what books, as well as a good deal of staring at the ceiling, both during the day and at night. There was a small period of existential crisis when I thought about college and not-college and what-if and when. There was another period after figuring all that out that was just nothing, just lonesome and sadness and blankness. That part was scary because I don't remember much about it and that's always hard to surface from.

So March was me surfacing. Slowly I had a series of better days. As an overcompensating rebound, my anxiety took over for a little, not nearly as bad as it has been in the past, but still there. It was kind of relieving to feel that, at least. Part of that anxiety was waking up feeling groggy, or becoming sad over something, and then being worried that I was going to spiral again. It's been one crazy ride to here, the middle of April, but sometime in March things evened out and I'm doing ok now.

Winter always gets me. It was similar last year but not as bad.

So yeah, that's the lengthy, TMI truth about where I went for a couple months. For the first few of my absence (November? December? January...), it was just me adjusting to some changes and being pretty busy. Then February. Then March. And now it seems I'm back again, for the time being, and I hope to stay for awhile :)

Note: I usually get a lot of supporting messages on these journals about tough times and I want you all to know I really appreciate them. You always tell me I can talk to you if need be. Thank you so much for leaving that avenue open. While it's often hard for me to talk about these things to people WHILE they're actually happening (because my brain is a big dork), I really love that you all support me and endure these long absences and are always there waiting when I return.

Love, so much love,
Madeleine
  • Listening to: Happy Together
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: idk
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: DRINKING IS A SIN
Tagged by a fan and senpai and peer and sister and mutual and whatever other things, the lovely GalaxyPegasus14

It's the ten questions thingy again, I'm sure you all know it.

Questions from her:

Mah questions:

1. If you were transported to the Beyblade world and suddenly found yourself standing right next to Johannes, what would you do?
Me: Not this again.
Johannes: Not you again!
Me: We could solve this problem by walking in opposite directions.
Johannes: *squints*
Me: *walks away*
2. What is your favorite kind of... Pasta?
Any kind without disgusting chunks of tomatoes and as long as it's al dente, hopefully with cheese that I am allergic to.
The answer is Tortellini.
3. If you could be any character in MFB, who would you be and why?
Yuu Tendo because he gets to hang out with Tsubasa and he's really smart which is how we Asians are supposed to be and he's a kid so he gets away with stuff and I wanted to be blonde when I was five
4. Do you have a favorite OC? (Can be your OC or someone else's.) Who and why?
It's probably Cassidy, who is another version of my best friend. Or Knightingale or Maxys or all the other names my best friend has gone by in my head-fandom.
5. Can dogs be blue? (Thanks to mah friend Nami for this one hehe. She didn't know why I asked her for a random question... Until she read this, that is.)
Yes. Have you ever read Smiling Through a Monday? Bad question to ask me, Galaxy. Bad, bad question.
6. Have you ever thought about what any villain would look like with pink hair/wearing the color pink?
I'm thinking of Scarlett Overkill from Minions. And the leader lady from Lilo and Stitch. Thanks.
7. You are in a castle. You are the heir to the throne of this castle. You walk into the throne room and find that your father, the king, has been turned into a duck. What do you do?
Me: Dad.
My dad: Madeleine, pick me up so I can see out the window.
Me: *does*
My dad: Ah, isn't my garden beautiful?
Me: Yes, dad. Why are you a duck?
My dad: Sweetheart, you can be anything you want if you only try hard enough. I love you.
Me: you too dad
7.
Who is your favoritest person on DA and why?
telepasticNoir because I love her
8. 
Do you like being tagged in things?
Sure
9. Did you notice that there are actually eleven questions here instead of ten because I put two question number sevens?
Yes because I read this question first
10. Are you glad this is the last question?
My heart is a void and I have no emotions

I'm not gonna tag anyone beCAUSE I AM GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER OF NIGHT OWLS~~~~ :la:
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Tagged by GalaxyPegasus14 XD

Rules:Tag 8 people you wanna know better

Name: Madeleine XD

Star sign: Aries. Maybe Pisces. IDK. Not like they're real anyway.

Average hours of sleep: Ehh?? Sleep? It varies. Anxiety and insomnia are all around me

Luck number: There is none????

Last thing I googled: I think it was some kind of Bible study thing

Favorite fiction character: Stanford Pines, or maybe Soos, or even Wendy or Candy or Mako from ATLOK

What am I wearing right now?: My pajama shorts and a mint green t-shirt from the Special Ed event in 2014

When did you join Deviantart?: 3 years ago

Watchers: 39

What do I post?: Poetry mostly, and short stories

Do I run anymore accounts?: The-Dragon-Emperor 

Do I get lots of comments: I guess...

Why did you choose this URl?: My friend of 5 years used to call me chika

Tagging:
...ahh.... telepasticNoir 
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  • Playing: idk
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soulcaliber345 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2016
It's been a long time!
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chika365 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
OMGN! It has! How are ya?
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soulcaliber345 Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2016
Been busy, but good
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chika365 Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Same! Are you looking forward to summer?
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DamaiMikaz Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Tnx for the fav :la:
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bronypowasnivyluver Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Casey says she misses you.
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chika365 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I miss her too.
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bronypowasnivyluver Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Casey says you're a nerd for worrying so much about me and that you should hAKUNA YOUR TATAS because I'm a-okay.
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chika365 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Lol will do x)
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bronypowasnivyluver Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
YOUUUUUUU'RE SUUUUUUCH A NEERRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD--

Casey says hi.
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