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There are AE balls and AE chat threads, but Nymph and Sea Glass never like to go out, not where there are people (as do I). So this is a thread about what they do all day, maybe a sort of diary or log of their introverted/antisocial activities.
There might be RPing. They might talk. They might ramble on for entire posts directed at no one about whatever it is they're thinking. I don't know, but feel free to join.
Try to stay away from shipping and drama; this is about your AEs as beings with complex characters doing stuff in their spare time. Or what they do in the time that isn't spare. That might include social interactions, or it might not. Post the name of the AE of focus at the beginning of each comment, and develop.
submitted by Viola?, age Secret, Secret
(February 5, 2018 - 10:37 am)
(February 5, 2018 - 10:37 am)
I think the idea with AEs is they have something to say. They originated as a way for CBers to express hidden sides of themselves, so they kinda act as though they were the CBer with that side showing all the time. Maybe. It depends on the person. I based mine off of myself, but exaggerated them and added little extras. Nymph is a lot more competitive and vain than I am, and Sea Glass is quieter and more anxious. Otherwise, though, it’s almost sort of like I’m just me, except more than one person. Like... clones? No. Wait, I’m doing it right now. Talking to myself. I can have whole conversations with myself. I kind of tried to pin down a couple of voices and assign them to SG and Nymph, although it didn’t quite work. Sometimes it seems like they just popped out all on their own and I simply had to write down what they said and did. For me, it’s easy. For other people, it can be harder. I think it might be because they’re more whole. They don’t have voices in their heads that act like they’re coming from separate people. My being is a little fractured, and my AEs are built around shards.
Unrelated thing begins~
I might make another AE, actually. It feels like one always has to be careful around SG and Nymph, but I think it would be cool to have someone around who doesn’t take anything too seriously, someone who’s just chill. Someone who’s easier to talk to? That might be hard. Someone who doesn’t like a lot of pressure, though, who doesn’t know what to do when people are sad and so doesn’t try. Maybe someone who’s interested in growing up. Who doesn’t like their picture taken. Someone who isn’t easily fazed and never lets a bad mood last. Who throws parties. Who doesn’t have much to do. Who gets up off their butt and does stuff just for the amusement. Who plays video games, or does homework, or goes to a café. Who wears hoodies, hats, sweatpants, overalls, converse. Who spends most of their time talking to their friends. Who thinks they’re a good-for-nothing but still has a good time. Who makes fun of themselves. Who’s sloppy and will play sports and can talk to people without it being a big deal. Hm. Kinda feels like they’re demimale? Agender? Agenderflux? I do like the they/them pronouns. Bold seems to fit them, too... I guess I’ll think about it.
(January 31, 2019 - 4:25 pm)
They sound pretty awesome Viola?. Your maybe- AE, that is.
(January 31, 2019 - 10:10 pm)
Thanks! I think I’d name them Sasha or Alex? ...If I made them, that is. It kind of feels like Nymph is going to walk into the living room or the sitting room and they’ll just be chilling on the couch... Gosh. I’m starting to like this idea. I think they’d listen to metal... Hmm, what music would SG and Nymph like?
(February 1, 2019 - 7:46 am)
Levana~
Soren presses the point of her finger on the submit button harder than necessary, so it turns white from the pressure. Sage stares at the spot where Midnight stood, looking slightly bewildered. She didn't have a bond with him like Dewy and I did, but as long as she's lived he's always been there, telling her calmly to give me my book back or quit teasing me or get off the kitchn counter because you are not a yeeting ferretgoat no matter how hard you try.
Oh no- with no Midnight, who in the name of Marus Today will keep me and Sage from killing each other every other day?
There's no point standing here and waiting. It's not like our brother will come back if we just stand here and think about him. I turn on my heel nd stalk back to the house inside Soren's imagination. It's simple, small, with only one floor and lots of wood blanketing surfaces. Our backyard is Soren's head- libraraies full of memories, half-formed ideas floating around aimlessly, random forests with unnamed charries trekking their trails, waiting to be thought of again.
The first thing I see is the piano. The long, sleek piano so shiny you can see your own eyes shining on its black surface. Like many other things here, it simply appeared one day when Soren's brain first had an idea for it- and once you are thought of, you never leave this place- merely go to the place where Midnight was sent.
All at once, I want to build a wall around it and gaurd it like a watchdog and growl and snarl at anyone who comes close; but I also want to feel my knuckles burn as I sink them into the keys, the keys that Midnight shaped into sound and heart.
I do neither; instead, I confide myself to my bedroom. I want to play violin, but the notes will be spiked with sorrow. I want to write a poem, but my words will mirror hatred and darkness that stain the paper. I want to read, but everything the characters do and say will bring me back to weather or not Midnight would do it, if he would laugh at it or gently try to stop it until all of them are Midnight, talking like him, thinking like him, being him standing in my mind...
"It'll always come back to you, won't it," I scold my bedspread. I scream at my tongue for acting without my permission. I don't wnat to believe it was me who said it.
I wait for Midnight's reply.
Waiting, waiting...
"Come on, bud," I say, trying to be playful, "don't ignore your little sister!"
He stays silent.
Not normally silent. Silance that forbids you to kill it. Silence that urls its fingers around your heart and digs its nails in to ensure it's really got you in its trap. Silence that makes you want to scream just to be rid of it [Too dark? Maybe.].
"Just say something, Midnight! just talk to me!" I sob.
"Just put your arms around me and bend down an whisper in my ear that it's not real and it's all fine. Like you always do."
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Gosh, we're morbid- I guess Levana shares my distrubing gift of bringing tragedy to life.
Dewy~
Just like that. My brother gone. For the second time.
Tric didn't have a big goodbye like Midnight did. It's unfair, of course, but none of us liked Tric- he was just there to add something we didn't already have. Not because Soren was pondering and he emerged from all of the different thoughts swirling around and she fell in love with him and the idea of him and watched as he grew and became his very own person. No, he more forced his way in slowly, already one thing and one thing only- anger. We were heartless the day he left- no goodbyes, just waking up to him gone and feeling twisted relief.
We love Midnight. And we wanted to be there when he left. And he wanted our last memory of him to be him telling us how wonderful we are.
I blink. I was unonsious of my legs carrying my brian and all its thoughts back to the house. the knew the way... and took me to my room.
I'm greeted by the hoard of animals that I've somehow aquired. their happiness seems artoficial. I wonder if they're actually happy here with me, laying around in my little bedroom all day, and I suddenly feel awful for keeping them. How could I have done this? Do they pretend to be happy here? How could Midnight have let me-
I snap my head up and inhale sharply through my nose to stop the abusive thought from finishing. I will not look at Midnight badly now that he's gone. When did he ever do anything wrong? I squeeze my eyes shut and send him an apology in my head. then I look down at my dear pets, and I know what to do.
I open the door as far as it will go and back out slowly, still facing them. They follow like they've been hypnotized. Once I reach it, I slied open the back door and step back to see if they'll go... or stay. they all sort of look at me with curiousness and confusement in their eyes, then they stap forward, one by one, and raise their noses to the outdoors.
I nearly colapse like a building in an earthquake when almost all of them leave.
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Sage~
Everything is weird. I'm weird. Soren's weird. Lev's weird. Dewy's weird. the house is weird. That random thing floating by is extra weird. I'm weird. I already said that.
There are some things you don't forget. Having a brother is one of them.
I scrunch up my nose. Did my freaking mind just think that freaking thought? I mean... I guess part of where Levana came from is still there when she acts like me, and I'm still there when she acts like Lev. Huh. ...Yeah, i definitly don't want to think too hard on that one.
Nope, this is just wrong. I need a distraction. There's only one thing hat completely sucks all the life out of me, and that's video gaming. Nothing like a good couple rounds of Battlefront to make you forget your identity as a yeeting ferretgoat- er, person.
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Sage ended up playing for a solid **5 HOURS**.
(February 1, 2019 - 6:56 pm)
Top!
(February 2, 2019 - 8:19 am)
Ok, here is my first AE! Yay! Her name is Étoile, French for star.
Étoile~
This morning I woke at the crack of dawn. I always do. I dressed fast and headed to the beach. I love the beach in morning. The sand is still cold and waves are so gentle. Standing there makes you like....well, feel like the only person on earth. I love that feeling. And watching the sunrise, I love that too. The brilliant sun poking it's head over the horizon. It's so beautiful I can hardly describe it. All I can say is its a symphony of colors.
I had a proper English breakfast today. Tea and biscuits. I try to eat a different cuisine for breakfast everyday. Tommorow maybe I will try a Japanese dish. I am very interested in Japan. Now if you'll excuse me I must go and organize . It's a mess in here.
(February 2, 2019 - 11:18 am)
Beverly~
#Started up an AE gift shop today! No customers yet, though. Sadness.........#
(February 5, 2019 - 4:10 pm)
Nymph
The thing I said at the ball is bothering me. About how you shouldn’t speak for others. As queen, have I set a rule, and do I need to follow it? If I don’t, will anyone else? Should they?
Ugh. Is this what they call a sense of honor—wait, a conscience? Whatever, it sucks. I’m going to be a shrike.
~
Sea Glass
Viola? became excited the other day and insisted on showing me a method she has discovered for the conjoining of braids without additional material or a break in their structure. I fear I was unable to show how taken I was with it, although perhaps, as I made a bracelet using a pattern of it, it will be of little consequence.
~
Nymph
I don’t feel like impaling voles and stuff anymore. I hop out of my chosen briar patch and slump down, phasing through a few forms before finally settling on a tiger-striped bear. In this guise I roam my woods.
When I come to them, I find a horned wildcat with an extra, glowing eye to be more suitable for the borders. Here, I can disappear into shadows, melt between the trees, and give any intruders the fright of their lives. It is misty this morning. I like the feeling of a prowl.
~
Sea Glass
I secure the new bracelet around my wrist and make my way out of the house. A shivery dawn has broken, though it continues to hide behind a soft gray sky at present.
I am not to the sea yet when I am overcome by an irresistible desire to sing. I am some minutes distant from the house; it is not likely to disturb anyone.
~
Nymph
Near the sea border, I hear a voice. Someone is singing. I creep silently towards them.
They’re actually not bad. They sound kind of like—Sea Glass...?
I stop. Fly up and closer. Xe won’t notice me at this size. I shouldn’t interrupt or xe’ll get flustered, but it’s nice to have a private concert. Solo. Whatever.
It probably doesn’t matter what I do. People control each other all the time when they RP. And I can be careful if it’s important.
(February 8, 2019 - 3:57 pm)
So, I wanted to copy and paste this from notes, but then I remembered what happened when I did that before... *shivers* anyways, here’s my AEs updated, so you can understand them better! (If anyone is even reading this, for course) :)
(February 9, 2019 - 10:20 am)
Stella Maris~
I rarely ever speak, but soon I will never. I am losing my voice - permanatly. I remember the songs I used to sing- nevermind. I will sing one last song. And even when my voice is gone I shall still be singing one- the song of life. And it is the dearest one, that song, full of love and joy and beauty. For life, life at its center is itself warth and joy and beauty.
Ella~
I read Stella's journal and I'm crying. She should really tell us more stuff. I mean, like, really I don't really know her. I AM SO AWKWARD to everyone! AGH I feel like punching something. Ow that hurt. Bella is just so dumb!
Bella~
UGH MAEDIAE IS JUST SO MEAN!! Boys are dumb. ALSO ELLA THINKS THAT I ALWAYS STEROTYPE PEOPLE BECauSE OF ONE OR TWO PEOPLE! I DO NOT. Oh, and also Maediae is dumb and all boys are dumb. UGH Maediae even RIPS pages out of my journal!!! UGGGGHHH!!!!! THAT IS JUST SO ANNOYING AND MEAn! ANY ONE WHO DEOS IT SHOULD BE SENTENCED TO DEATH!!! I think I'll go tear some pages from Ella's diary.
Maediae~
*is drawing ugly pictures of all my AEs and me*
(February 11, 2019 - 5:09 pm)
Sea Glass
I spent nearly the entire day yesterday, discounting mundanities, at the beach. The sky was high and ornamented. The sea rolled deep and clear. The sand and the rocks offered up periwinkles and beach glass. I found the ring of a bottleneck, complete. Mostly I walked and watched and listened.
When I returned, the wind had swept away my worry and left me light, empty as a snail shell and quiet as sand.
~Have you ever read Annie Dillard’s Living Like Weasels? It’s only a few pages, but really cool.
Mexi says octg! Octagon?
(February 13, 2019 - 6:56 pm)
(February 14, 2019 - 8:38 pm)
Nymph
This reunion is boring. I’m going to my woods. I bet Elysium has snowdrops. Or at least snow.
I like this fur. Thick and warm, goldenrod yellow in with beige and taupe. Hey, maybe a fox would be fun. Red’s nice, too.
(February 17, 2019 - 1:22 pm)
TOP TOP TOP!!!! I’ve had writers block, but I wanna keep writing on this thread! Does anyone wanna RP with any of my AEs? :)
(February 17, 2019 - 10:34 pm)
I don’t know how you’d get their attention, but sure! I’m always up for development. Ooh, maybe someone could stumble into Nymph’s forest while she’s feeling guardsly, or happen upon Sea Glass at the beach? Or intentionally go out looking for either, if that’s a thing they would do.
Mexi says meik! Me, I know? What do you know, Mexi?
(February 17, 2019 - 11:50 pm)