Neccaro

• Member since: 9/27/2011
• Gender: Female
• AIM: My Aim? Well. First, I need to kill Jarid.
• MSN: Mellifluous Sandwiches, Nevermore...?
• Yahoo: souldcreeper@ymail.com
• XBOX Live: Chevrolet99
• Wii: Will, Wii Will, Rock You!
• PS3: Chevrolet
• SteamID: I forgot what my ID is... o___o

Do NOT. I REPEAT. DO NOT.
Click this link.----> http://akk.li/pics/anne.jpg

You should listen to this:
Meg & Dia - Monster (DotEXE Remix)

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Herrow there.
I'm Neccaro. Some call me Necca. But it's up to you what you wish to call me. I am an artist, and most say I'm pretty good at it. I also write. A lot. Poems, stories, creepypastas, etc.

If you ever have any questions, just ask.
I'm really nice.
VERY. Nice.
I promise I won't bite.

I enjoy talking, so. If you're ever in the mood to talk. Here I am.

I can be insane sometimes... But don't worry.
You'll get used to it eventually.
If you haven't come to the conclusion yet,
Yes.
I happen to be a girl.

~Goodbye my only friend.. Oh. Did you think I meant you?~

I absolutely ADORE games. All day. EVERY. DAY.
My favorite singer at the moment is Jonathan Coulton. If you don't know who that is.
LOOK HIM UP. QUICKLY.
MY FAITH IN HUMANITY WILL BE RESTORED ONCE YOU DO.

I like to sing.
Love it.
Sing all through the house.
People love it.
No matter how much they scream at me to shut up.
I know they love it.

~Heya Tom, it's Bob. From the office down the hall.~

Hey. You there. Yes, you. Are you still reading this? Stalker. HA. HAHA. Just joking. Although. Seriously.

I'm not a morning person. NEVER. Ever. Try and get me to come on in the morning. Ever. Please. Vampires like to sleep in the day, alright?

~STOP. IN THE NAAAAAAME OF LOVE.~

Yes.. I am a little bit.. dark. Sometimes.
I may not seem it. But I am. A little.

I love paranormal things.
I like to seek out these unnatural things..
Don't ask why.
I just do. Mostly.

I love to Role Play. I'm just into the sword clashing, head smashing, fantasy typing thing. Okay.

Hm. Well.
Just so you don't ask me THESE questions.

Q.) Favourite color?
A.) OH YES. GREEN. YEAH.

Q.) How tall are you? (Why do people ask me this?)
A.) I'm 5"7. Almost 5"8. Taller than you, Dude.

Q.) Favourite food? Animal?
A.) Meh. Don't have a favorite food. But I frickin' love cats. Those fluffy creatures are adorable. I have two.

Q. What is love?
A. BABY DON'T HURT ME...

Q.) Any sports?
A.) Football. I don't know why. I just love to play it. Lol.

Q.) Are you single?
A.) Please. I have my cats to love. Get out.

That's all you really need to know and read right now. Don't stress yourself.
Just remember.
Don't look behind you.
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In the lingering moments before you die, your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug you found in every living animal.  It's not an evolutionarily trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate, is too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It's in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you, "Looks like we're no gonna make it this time." It shares a cigarette with you as you recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anybody like your body. You body has been with you everyday, good and bad. It's even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes wiped the tears from your eyes.. But now... it...
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Snorlax is sleeping peacefully. Do you want to use the PokeFlute?

► YES
NO

Snorlax woke up! It attacked in a grumpy rage!

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( O n O)
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TomSka makes me laugh. ^w^

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is the first part of a story I'm working on.. So. Read it if you wish.

Slowly I made my way through the thickness of trees and shrubbery. I heard it again. The giggling. I glanced behind me, and made my way forward. That's when I saw her.
She was hanging upside down, the rope holding her feet. Her dark, bloodstained hair fell from her face, showing deep, black eyes.
The light wind made her sway, and she giggled at me. I felt uneasy, but I walked up to her. At first, only air came from my throat. I finally managed to choke up the words, "Who are you?"
She giggled as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Who are you?" She said, mimicking my tone. I gave a confused look. I think she noticed, since she started giggling even louder. Irritated, I raised my voice. "What are you doing out here?" I asked.
The girl just stared at me. Her smiling face looked dreadful and blood soaked. Her features made her look no younger than twenty, and she had scars over her eyes. She even had scars over her lips; as if they had been sewn shut with a knife. Her smile revealed teeth that had been filed down to look sharp. Even though she looked gruesome, I didn't run. I couldn't.
"What's your name?" I whispered, breaking the silence. "Naiya." She responded quickly.
"What are you doing here?" I repeated. The wind picked up, and she started swaying back and forth, coming even closer to me. She giggled between each sway, and a black tongue slithered out of her mouth.
She started talking in what sounded like a whisper, but it echoed around me like a scream. Her words weren't of my language, but I could feel hatred as she spoke them.
"Vigukshigi." She whispered, "Vigukshigi shila ahlak." I took a step back. "What?" I asked, entranced by the dark eyes that seemed to stare straight through me.
"Death to you." She hissed, and the rope holding her up broke. As she hit the ground, I thought I heard a crack.
I watched in horror as she got up.
Slowly, she had turned to face me. She reached up and cracked her neck back to its original state, and looked at me. Horrified that she had survived the fall, I started to back away. Naiya reached forward and grabbed my arm. I winced, wondering why her touch felt like ice. "Leaving so soon, Skye?" Naiya giggled. "How do you know my name?" I awed, in shock.
"Why wouldn't I?" Naiya scoffed, "I always know the names of his victims."
My eyes widened. His? I thought.
I looked down at my arm where Naiya had grabbed me, and started to feel a burning sensation. Pain shot through my arm, and up through my shoulder. I screamed. I stared at Naiya and she stared back; an ugly, satisfied grin on her face. I ripped my arm free of her grip, turned, and ran. I could hear Naiya, screaming and giggling at me.
I ran faster, listening to the girl's laughter surround me. Just as I thought I would make it out alive, I tripped and fell. But before I hit the ground, I woke up in a cold sweat. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "It was just a dream.." I said out loud.
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Brand new story, guys. Here it is.

The Inseparable~

Chapter 1~

Walking quietly, a teenage boy scampered down a long hall. "I have to see her again," he told himself, "I have to." Slowly, he made his way forward.

The boy finally made it to the end of the hall; a large, steel door awaiting him. He carefully reached for the over-sized doorknob, but pulled his hand away.

"What if she doesn't recognize me?" He thought, "What if she thinks I'm a pervert or something?"

Looking down at himself, he chuckled. Dressed in tattered clothes, dirtied pants and ruined shoes, he said, "I've got nothing to lose." Not wasting another moment, he reached forward, grabbed the doorknob, and turned it; pulling the door open with all his strength.

A grin on his face, he peered inside. That grin he had on? Well, that didn't last long. His eyes widened, and a shoe flew at his face, hitting him right in the nose. "****!" He said as he stumbled back, a scream echoing around him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Holding his nose and fighting back tears, he looked through watering eyes. "Jesus Christ, did you have to do that?"

Appearing from behind the door was a girl. She wasn't short, but she was shorter than the boy by inches. Her hair was a curly, sandy blond that reached just below her shoulders. With cold blue eyes, she screamed at him.

"Of course I did." She raged, "Do you think I'm stupid?" The girl had quite the attitude, but that didn't bother the boy. Not one bit.

Sighing, the girl continued without an answer. "Do you even know who I am?" Laughing, the teenager said, "I do, actually. It's Kristen, right?" Kristen shifted her weight from leg to leg. "Yeah, that's right. And how do you possibly know me?"

Smiling, the boy told her, "I'm Isaac." Kristen frowned. "That's not what I asked. How do you know me, huh?"

"We've met only once before, my love." Kristen held up a hand. "Stop. Woah there. First, I am not 'your love'. Second, where have we met? And third-"

"Shh," Isaac interrupted, "I've waited a while to see you again." Isaac rubbed his newly bruised nose and glanced at Kristen. Glaring at him, Kristen replied, "I don't care. I don't know who you are, but I'm asking you to leave."

"I'm not leaving until I get a kiss from you." Isaac said, smirking. Kristen's face turned bright red at the word 'kiss'. "Well, you're not getting one." As quickly as she had said those words, she had disappeared into her room.

Isaac, a blank look on his face, leaned his head against the door. "Dammit! I'm so stupid!" He turned around and sighed deeply. "'I'm not leaving until I get a kiss from you'? Stupid!" Isaac stepped over to the other side of the door and sat down. He had nothing better to do.

Looking down the hall from where he was at, Isaac noticed how big the place really was. She did live in a mansion, of course. The only place he could call home was a trailer parked in front of his grandparents' house. Why he liked to wear ruined clothes, he didn't know. He thought maybe he looked tougher that way. Even though he was drowning in his own thoughts, he dozed off.

Kristen, trying to open the heavy door quietly, peeked out into the fresh darkness of the night. Craning her head out the door and to the side, she saw Isaac. She felt sympathy for him. All he wanted was a kiss. And she couldn't argue that he wasn't attractive- his brown hair, slightly curled, hanging in his face- so, almost against her will, she crouched in front of him. Staring at him for several moments, she finally leaned forward and ****** him on the cheek.

"That's for being a gentleman. Kind of." She quickly got up and scurried back into her bedroom; not wanting to see the look on Isaac's face once he woke up.
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So yeah.. Um. This is me:
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:3

Look at this: http://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a … 0261_n.jpg
EPIC. I drew it... lol.

Some of my newest drawings!
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DOODLES(On the Computer):
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I DID THE EMOTIONS CHALLENGE.
LOL. Twas fun. :P
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Enjoy. LOL. :3