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Wow, I totally forgot I had a blog on here for a minute. And then I got a submission. And for a brief moment, my brain went ‘what is this and what am I supposed to do with it?’ Bad brain. Bad. So working on a submission this weekend, and while I’m on vacation, might as well crank out a few replies too, eh? Mm, can’t wait to get started my lovelies. Also, thanks to all of my followers and the people who like my posts and/or take the time to at least read them. Your support is greatly appreciated! Much love, and congrats, we made it to 22 December 2012.

Sincerely,

The Ever Elusive E. Although

Dear Disney,

Stop revamping classics. I didn’t buy “The Little Mermaid” soundtrack to hear Ashley Tisdale and Raven sing. And Celene Dion can do us all a favor and stay away from “Beauty and the Beast”. Seriously, I think we all prefer Mrs. Pots to her.

Sincerely,

The Disgruntled E Although

Atlas Plug - Halfway Till Bliss

This song has been stuck on repeat for a while and I have been considering making a video to it since it’s such an interesting mix. I noticed you write stories to songs, and I understand this is an instrumental piece, but it may still have the same motivational feel for you as it did me.

Author’s Note:

So this was a submission. And the …feeling that I got from it, I don’t know. It was eerie. I loved it, though. I think this was one of the most fun pieces I’ve done. I don’t know if I want to continue this arc, but it was definitely a lot of fun. So I’d like to take this time to thank SubconsciousBackspace for her submission, and I’ll be working on some other pieces for this soon. So, yes. I’ve blathered enough. Enjoy!

Song: Halfway Till Bliss

Artist: Atlas Plug

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Although

Today is my first time.

I’m nervous, scared. My hands are shaking. They say that’s how everyone feels. Today is marked with moist palms, nervous glances and a cold sweat I couldn’t seem to shake. I just turned sixteen. Sixteen is the age when your body won’t reject the alterations anymore. Everyone wants to be perfect, right? And this lets us do it.

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Yeah, seriously. Getting back to writing. Especially now that requests are coming in. XD Gah, life went to hell for a moment, but THINGS ARE ON TRACK NOW! And time to start writing submissions. And possibly some Disney-esque works. Don’t know why, but the adorable factor in my brain has kicked in and it wants “Once Upon a Dream” to become something better than what it was. We shall see, my loves. Anyway, yes. Time for writing.

—Elizabeth Although

P.S. I just realized by initials are EA, just like Emilie Autumn. /happy moment

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qcw-MIi8S_4

Have fun with it. I want to see what you come up with. :)

Author’s Note: So, I know I’ve been slacking. I’ll try to pick up again. Anyway. I was driving to work and this came to me. Again, it’s an existential piece. Hence no thoughts, nothing but actions. You feel the feeling through the room. I suppose. That’s the best way I can describe it. It’s a continuation of an earlier piece, based off of Hum Hallelujah. Again, I really love the characters, and there’s another part of the lyrics I want to use. So, I hope you enjoy!

Based on: Hum Hallelujah (chorus)

Sincerely,

Elizabeth Although

He had really done it now. It was safe to say, there was no turning back from this point. The social workers had been called in to take her brothers and sisters to new homes. The police had taken reports of everything that had happened. Pictures were taken. Evidence was stored away. A court date was filled. And there she was, Miss “I can handle anything that happens” Sylvia Cunningham, lying in the hospital bed. Concussion. Cracked ribs. Bruises. Broken wrist. Various lacerations. Completely alone.

Especially since she’d broken up with Mercy.

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Dear Tumblr,
I just finished this series. I feel like both my sadistic streak and my abilities as a writer have been challenged. Therefore, prepare to feel my wrath.
Sincerely,
E. Although

There’s a moment that everyone has when they break. Some people “go postal” and lose it on someone. And then some go eerily calm. I’ve hit the eery calm.