4bidden Social

TYPE: Blog
WHO: Public
WHEN: Week 13; Monday afternoon

This time of year always feels so strange to me. Fae aren't usually big Christmas celebrators, but I've lived here for so long I'm used to it all now. I also feel like with a human in the house, maybe this year will be different. Who knows?

Type: Blog
Who: Dante and open to all
When: Week 10: Tuesday afternoon

Guess who's back, bitches! Me! That's who! And I'm so glad we missed that little, yet extremely funny, fiasco that was last week. Tour was awesome, as normal, fans were crazy, as usual, bands pranks were FUCKING EPIC! But the cherry on top of it all was Keara. To be more specific, Keara bitch-slapping a fucking annoying fan-girl whom I couldn't seem to get rid of for the life of me.

Yes, ladies and gentleman, my hard-working, quick adapting, were-fox slave bitch slapped some cunt while we were stopped for a show in Seattle. It was fucking priceless! And I really wish I had got it on camera! This twit wouldn't leave me or any of the guys alone, to include Sonny (my other slave) as she pestered us for "insight" into the bands. We were fucking unloading equipment, speakers, amps, etc... and she was fucking following us back and forth between the trailer and the venue. Her hormones were disgusting to smell, and even after we all were polite and told her to go away, she fucking persisted! So, without a word, I just see red hair flash by me, a hand come up and swiftly across the other girl's face, and heard a delightful smack as well a growl from my protective companion, and then the twit was in pure shock. Seriously, I don't think her eyes could have gotten any wider. The bitch demanded I punish her, and simply said, "Why? She's doing her job." The twit proceeded to scream at me, "AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

I just grinned and said, "Security." Bitch stomped the fuck out and didn't come back. If it was possible, I would have died laughing at the entire situation, just fucking priceless.

So, that's how tour went, how were things here? How was being human? Sorry we couldn't be a part of it with you, but no worries, I was laughing at you all from the mainland all the same.

Week 6; Wednesday afternoon
Type: Blog - Open

So, this shifter was bored today, and when a bored shifter is bored and shifts, she shifts into all the animals she can shift into, but at an attempted rapid pace just for the fun of it because she is bored.

But this shifter learned the hard way that when shifting while bored, don't shift into a sugar glider than glides into one of her master's experiments.

Now this shifter is pink. Yes, pink. Skin and hair. Don't ask me how, but I am. I suppose that's what I get for shifting into a sugar glider and gliding into one of his experiments. Sigh...

Now I have to figure this out. Any suggestions from magic users and fairies out there?

When: Sunday week 6; evening
Type: blog

So today is my birthday. A whole year gone by once again. Honestly I had forgotten about it until tonight when I logged into this account and it told me. I haven't actually celebrated it in a few years so it's not terribly surprising. I'd been too busy with medical school and my internship.

River, I know I haven't been able to see you and I'm sorry. I really don't have an excuse or reason. Maybe this Giles will allow us to meet?

Week 5: Thursday morning
Type: Group Text to Magnus, Morgan, and Claudia

- So as I ride a cab to the airport on the mainland to go on tour for the next month and a half, I realized something...

- I forgot to tell you all I have a new slave, he's human, bought for helping out on tour. You didn't see him at the party much because he's kind of a shut-in, doesn't know how to loosen up. He was also afraid he was going to be used as amusement for the party.

- He didn't say that, but I could read it on his face. The poor guy is kind of broken. But my roadie quit last minute and I needed someone for the tour. So there I am, with a new slave.

- We'll be back the week before Christmas. You know that my slaves at home can hold down the fort, but as always, if you take a peak in, that doesn't hurt either. Bills are on automatic, cars will survive, and the groceries will be bought as needed for the two left at the house. One of my slaves is free from her sentence as of November 20th.

- Okay, so, yeah, questions?

Week 4, Wednesday evening (after Dante checked the mail)
Type: Blog/ Open

Goddamnit! Someone else is having a masquerade party this month! And on Halloween! AND I'LL BE GONE!!! Fucking shit, this sucks! No vampire pun intended. But son of a bitch! If my band didn't make so much on going on tour around Halloween, I would fucking quit this job so I can be around for all the parties this time of year.

Fuck! -sulking- -.- Argh. Damnit.

Date: Week #4, Monday afternoon
Type: Blog; open

I feel like a party. There's something about being Fae that just makes me uneasy if I don't go to a really big, balls to the wall bash, from time to time. I'm open to suggestions.

DATE: Week 2. Thurs. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.


I'm starting to think I should have taken a vacation this summer rather than be a homebody. Work was light back then so I didnt think I needed it. Now it's all a flurry of work and conferences and meetings with different officials. Plus there's the festival to worry about. It's always fun to plan it in the beginning but now that it is growing closer, there's the work of dealing with the vendors, contracts, safety inspections, and allotment of funds.

I think once the festival is finished, I'm going to take a few days, find a tropical island and tan like I should've this summer.

Type: Blog; open
Week 1, Wednesday, Afternoon.


Well I was just blinded again as I entered my home. I want to know who thought neon green, with a fucking neon orange door was a good idea. They either need their eyes checked or to be shoot fucking dead.

DATE: Week 1. Thursday. Morning.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day five? Could be four if you don't count Sunday but I'm counting Sunday. Day five in my one room prison.

The asshole that owns me doesn't like that I haven't taken to the wonderful life of being a slave, a personal slave at that, and has me locked up in my bedroom. Such a wonderful life a slave leads. Is anyone else bored out of their freaking mind or is it just me?

Come on. Someone talk to me here. I need some sort of escape from this hell I'm currently living in.

[Week 1; Friday Morning]
Type: Pixie's Mommy Blog; Open

My daughter came home yesterday! Whoo! I've missed my baby girl so much. I miss my son more. He doesn't come home until Thanksgiving! That is so far away!

But back to my daughter. I want her to know her father, I do. My son doesn't know his and I think he resents me for it. Her father isn't a horrible man, and I do owe him a lot, but our parenting skills are, shall we say, different. When my daughter was younger, I let her drink from me. It was a way to get her to learn self control, and I was an over paranoid mother who didn't trust blood bags and donors, no offense, so she drank from me. When she was a baby, I had a friend of mine extract my blood through an IV and I interchanged between a regular bottle and a bottle mixed with some of my blood. But around the age of 8, I weaned her off of feeding on me, and started her on blood bags, after I was highly convinced they were safe. Sorry, still a paranoid momma. I know that my blood is safe, but how can I know that about other people's?

Anywho, my daughter came home yesterday and when I handed her a glass of blood with dinner, she asked about having a donor. I told her that the blood bags were fine, I heat them up in the microwave and it's just fine. Then she threw words at me that just about every parent hates to hear, "Well dad let's me ..." Argh!! Her father pays donor for himself, and now he has bought one for her too. Here's my biggest problem. HE DIDN'T CONSULT ME FIRST! We're supposed to be raising her together. And yes, he's going to be more of an expert on vampire stuff than me, obviously, but making the decision to switch back to a living person to feed from without at least telling me about it, is just wrong! I would have liked to talked to this person over the phone, at least, and find out some of this person's history.

Her father said he'd send over their medical records via email, but that doesn't make it better. It doesn't change the fact that he made a crucial decision in OUR daughter's life without involving me. And now she's expecting the same treatment here that she gets from over there. Um, no. And she's 14 so bring on the teenage drama queen attitude anytime I use and form of the word 'no'.

Am I wrong here?

HA! Just managed to get my new flyer up and done. So yeah, like the paper says ladies and gents, come on by to the Avalon tomorrow night for your first chance to hear some sick tracks and dance your asses off.

[Week 1: Monday Morning]

"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane."