Scarlet: I Love Them! They're So Fun And Catchy

GUILTILY SHIPPING THIS AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME!

((OOC: I'll post my Scarlet Stuff when I get a scanner. Enjoy the crack! I HAVE NO REGRETS!))

YAY! HUGS!

((Please ignore the overprotective, stalking, big sister. Walter means (mostly) no harm XD))

"... is it weird that I'm two cups bigger then Carol?"

((I swear I respect Murphy... He's my favourite character! Honestly!))

((...I think this is the part where I'm kicked out of the SH fandom...))

Wow you answer to Henry but not to the rest of us not to be mean but you gotta get more out there with people or you'll find you self surounded with cats or in your case dolls.

OOC: Sorry Im so slow. I'm trying to reply to everything but you do realise I live in Australia- I currently have exams. Rest assured, I'll eventually get to everyone. Please be patient!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNHh-qGjmZ8

In all gorgeous 360p xP

Oh mi gosh….I would love to know the Youtube link for this (if there is one..)

We love you too Travis!

(jhfesdvnb! I really want to do this but school starts tomorrow D:!!! I'm sending this back to you cause u r an awesome blog and I'll try do the proper thing asap!)

well, I got cheesy with this post, but, guys you’re awesome, not only you, also my followers I wanna thank all my followers to tell I’m really happy to follow them, and finally, other me, thank you!!  :D

I LOVE YA FOLLOWERS 

Awwww! Thank you big sis! *hugs*

I drew Scarlet and Boss Scarlet too! Although Boss Scarlet doesn’t really fit on the paper.

(Guys, I want to draw more of these! But I am lacking inspiration, so you should give me some questions!)

So saddd... D: I remember reading this in the forest world with a possessed Eileen D:

Walter’s Dairy (The diary was written by Walter as a child when he was growing up with the Order.In the game we don’t see the diary itself, t’s Walter’s memories of what he wrote there). October 1  He told me I could write whatever I wanted because nobody will ever see it. I like to write. My teacher taught me how. October 2  I played with Bob. It was fun, but I went too far away and he got angry. October 3  I played with Bob again. I went even further this time. There was a huge rock. It was really cool. He beat me up after it. October 4  My cheek hurts. I hate him. October 5  I got hit again. I didn’t do anything wrong. I wish he was dead. October 6  Tomorrow is book study in the chapel. If I can’t read well, I’ll wind up like John. I’m really scared. October 13  I finally got outside. John is still stuck in that round cell. I hope I read well tomorrow. October 14  I did a good job reading today. I was so happy, but the 21 Sacraments for the Descent of the Holy Mother was hard. October 15  Bob is gone. Nobody will tell me what happened .I bet he did it. Andrew. October 16  Some important people came today. One of them was a lady named Dahlia. October 17 The important lady told me my mother was asleep in Ashfield. I have a mother, too! I’m so happy! I want to see my mother. Where is Ashfield anyway? October 18 I have to stay in the round cell even if I read well tomorrow. If I do it, God will be happy so I will do it. He comes into the round cell a lot to visit, but it’s okay I guess. October 21 Sunday is the day I leave the round cell to read the book. I read very well today. If I can do a good job reading the 21 Sacraments for the Descent of the Holy Mother, I can meet my mother. The important lady told me that, but tomorrow, I’m going to the round cell again. October 28 I have to take a train or something to get to Ashfield. Everyone says Ashfield is a scary place, but I really want to see my mommy. February 10 I went to visit Ashfield again. Again, I couldn’t find mommy. Some mean girls in the train said mean stuff to me. I got scared. He beat me again, too. March 17  I went to Ashfield again. It was my fourth time. Just like before, I didn’t see mommy and the apartment where my mother is has a scary guy in it. If I can just read the 21 Sacraments for the Holy Mother thing, I can be with her.

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…poor boy,…my eyes got tears everytimes I read his diary. ( ;n;)

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