If you had Me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted Me to, what would you do with Me?(Pretending I cannot 'out' Myself, naturally.)

Repost if you wish.


May. 7th, 2006 01:12 pm
Want to know what Zhilbar thinks of you? Just ping into this completely OOC post!
Zhilbar lay on His altar, having managed to get most of it clean. There were people around, but they moved hectically, helping the cause of the war... That still HAD to be resolved.

He hoped Tyson got here soon.
1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and Me (or just Me).
5. I'll tell you My first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people.
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Take the quiz.
Post your results.
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Jan. 24th, 2006 03:05 pm
I was given sudden news from work; it seems that I shall be away as of tomorrow, off in the middle of the ocean.

This will happen until the end of March, with a maximum of three, four days in port... Which means that's all the time I'll have for LJ and just about everything barring email. Zhilbar will be captured by Tiamat and getting tortured for the duration; sorry, everyone!

I'll miss you all, except the ones among you that suck, and luckily they are few and far between! See you when I can!
Would you...

...give me your number?
...let me hug you anytime I wanted to?
...let me kiss you?
...watch a movie with me...even a really sappy one?
...let me take you out to dinner?
...drive me somewhere/anywhere?
...listen to me if I called you crying even if you were out with all of your friends?
...buy me a drink if I didn’t have money?
...let me sleep in your bed? (nothing sexual involved, honest! You can believe Me!)
...sing karaoke w/ me?
...sit in the doctors office with me because I didn't want to go alone?
...come pick me up at 3am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere?
...cry if I died?
...dance with me?
...sing happy birthday to me?
...re-post this for me to answer your questions?


Dec. 20th, 2005 09:18 pm
zhilbar: (OOC)
Okay, greater version of edit;

For some reason, the ship refuses to accept LJ. Go figure.

Therefore, I have to go somewhere after work when I wish to update, and am completely unable to interact when at sea. This is going to cause gaps. Sorry!
I, the typist, am getting on a ship. For about four months or more.

It may have Internet, maybe not, if so it is likely to be slow and I won't be on as much, due to work.

I love you all, except the ones I don't, and I wish you all well... I'll post when I can, please be patient.

Thank you for your time.
Gently laying her on a far hillside in a soft-white container, He sighed.

"We've had some fun together Nix, that's for sure. I wish I could have told you how I felt when you're alive, but being your friend was really all that mattered, I think. Still, was it really better to avoid taking a chance on it not working out?

"I doubt I'll ever know... Goodbye, My dear, dear Phoenix. I hope to see you again from these ashes, and soon."

Stepping back again, Zhilbar opened His mouth wide. It was time to take care of her last wishes:

He gathered her ashes up, ready for an urn.

"Now for the scattering..."
zhilbar: (OOC)
If you want to know what Zhilbar thinks of your character, drop a line. No wangst, just straight-up truth. Everyone who shows gets an answer.

Hmm, meme.

Nov. 5th, 2005 04:33 pm
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a SPOON either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
Zhilbar sighs and twitches upon His altar, gradually recovering as He pondered how He came to be in this parlous state.

Let's see...

I got blindsided by just about every enemy of consequence I had made throughout the millenia who had survived our encounters (and a few who hadn't), calling themselves the Grand Coalition. While I may have been stronger than any of them individually, together I couldn't match them in any head-on confrontation. Using nearly every scrap of power and cunning I possessed, I managed to take their Coalition apart and nearly crush them all... when the One who orchestrated the whole thing made Herself known.

It was Tiamat.

Tiamat, who I once considered the love of My life.

Tiamat, who loved Me, betrayed Me, enslaved Me, faced Me time and again seeking to regain or destroy Me... the best and worst part of My life to date.

She's certainly outdone Herself this time. Seems She spent 3,000 years putting it together... Time well spent. Setting all these fractious beings together and getting them to team up so well, arming and informing them on weak points She'd spied out, putting it all together to mesh like fine clockwork; and all that as a buildup to Her taking surprise center stage to smite merry hell out of My weakened self.

So where are we at now? She has taken over nearly every universe I have, set Her minions and worshippers to oppressing, persecuting and eliminating My pre-Nexus little ones en masse, taken and destroyed secret caches and failsafes of Mine all throughout the Multiverse... oh, and let's not forget the physical damage as well. The only reason I got out of it just-barely-alive is because I've always been a bit more nimble at dimensional shifting then She is, and She hasn't found Her way to the Nexus yet.

Current score? Tiamat: 600, Zhilbar: 0.

Way to go, jackass.
"If there is someone on your friends list you would like to take, strip naked, tie them to a bed post, lick them until they scream, then fuck them until both
of you are senseless and unable to fuck anymore, then wait about five minutes and do it all over again, then post this exact sentence in YOUR journal."
zhilbar: (Elf)
The place is the well-known vast lair that all His ladies know how to find. Zhilbar sits in the exact center of a spherical meditation chamber, a feat that requires He float several bodylengths off of the ground. Beginning to come out of a healing trance, He wonders a bit worriedly how Ko is doing as emotions return...
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

((In other news, while I am and will be horribly restricted, it doesn't look like it will be a complete cutoff! Huzzah!))
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong.
Battered, several scales missing, a glow of righteous wrath emanating from His eyes, He stepped back into the extended Nexus-space and sent a powerful mental broadcast out to all who interacted, all who cared for Him

~I have something I need to take care of in My corner of the Multiverse, and I likely won't be visiting the Nexus much if at all in the near future. I love you all, especially My darling ladies who consented to make Me an important part of their lives... Though I may not be here, My love surely remains. Please, I pray you... Take care of yourselves, and each other.~

((OOC: For those who haven't seen yet, I'm going to be making a dramatic life-change RL, and this is going to seriously cut down on my Internet time, possibly cutting it out entirely. Have fun, all!))
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