hetalia oc community secret santa!ye this is happeninghetalia oc community secret santa!5 hours ago in Personal More Like This
i'm posting this journal and opening it early so that enough people are given a chance to see it before the deadline. if you can, i'd appreciate it if a few of you spread this around since i'm not as active on this account, thus don't have as many watchers. c:
so yeah! merry very very early christmas, everyone. last year i ran the secret santa over at aph-ocs, but this year i'm running it on my personal acc because i don't want to have to approve all the rules and shit with every one of the admins. your hosts this year are myself, blueridges, and queengrump. > w <
if you don't know what a secret santa is, it's basically where you and a bunch of other people post wishlists of things you would want someone to draw for you, and then you are assigned someone to draw for, and will also have someone assigned to draw for you. but you won't know who's drawing for you, only who you're drawing for. it's like a big circle of present giving.
here are the rules<
Ch.2 Phantom of the Community College(LevixReader)Ch.2 Phantom of the Community College(LevixReader)5 hours ago in Romance More Like This
You shook your head in disbelief, backing away slowly from the mysterious man. ‘W-Who are you? I-Is this some kind of joke?’ As you spoke the figure came closer, his pace quickening with each stride. ‘Joke? Oh no my dear brat, I’m the real phantom of this theater, my theater that is.’
Feeling your heels hit the top of the stair case you quickly turned around, running down the mentioned case. You could hear him follow behind you, the sound of his cape flapping in your ear. He was about to grab your jacket when you reached the doors to the lobby. You safely made it outside, the phantom now gone.
‘I see that you’ve finally met him, the phantom that is.’ Mike said, leaning against the wall as he looked down at you. You sighed with relief, followed by a nervous chuckle. ‘So the story is true, unless this is some crazy dream.’ Mike
Being a DM and the First Weekly Cosmetic Item!I've been playing D&D for awhile now, but I think it's time for me to dip my foot in the pond. There were people who bought the books and just started, making up most as time went on. And that is an amazing storytelling skill that can only seem to be learned through something like this. So I hope that someday soon I'll get the chance to try this position out, though my curiosity may be a bit skewed as I tend to fantasize about cosmetic magic items. Something fun that can be added to the game to make the players smile. In minor anticipation and slight over eagerness there will be a weekly journal for cosmetic magical Items to be posted every Friday. Starting today!Being a DM and the First Weekly Cosmetic Item!5 hours ago in Personal More Like This
Todays Magical cosmetic item: The Micropedia Collection
~Joshua sends out a special thanks to his brother Miles for introducing the concept of the item with a different magical item.
There is the deck of illusions, a magical item that uses the card and
Community Icons???Okay so--I have NO IDEA what community icons are but dammit if I didn't just use a bunch I love below.Community Icons???7 hours ago in Personal More Like This
No idea what these are but I love THESE ones >:C
Niavete in BlackDing Dong went the doorbell. Mr. Richards opened it with a flat expression on his face. His sweatered gut pressed against the screen door.Niavete in Black5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Isn't it a bit early for Trick-R-Treat," he asked.
"No, Mr. Richards," I said, "We're girl scouts. These are our uniforms. We're delivering some cookies you ordered last month. Thin Mints, Dos-i-does and a box of Samoas."
He scratched his head and stifled a yawn, "I don't remember ordering anything, but sure. Let me get my wallet."
He opened the door for Julie and me. Inside, Mr. Richards turned towards the kitchen and as he did so I pulled Mommy's taser from the box of thin mints and stung him in the butt. The electricity crackled like lightning and Mr. Richards leapt forward, slamming his head into the bannister. Wide-eyed with disbelief he swirled around, took three steps and collapsed against an upright piano, making a hellish racket as his elbows came down on the keys. By the time he hit the floor he was totally out cold.
"Holy Cow," said Juli
metalanguage: (self-modified)it's not as simple as findingmetalanguage: (self-modified)2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the right file extension,
(I wish it was, lacking all the
folders and the seven-point
attack pattern, it could at least
but skin is not a plaster, unmolded,
it's stretching over the paperclips and folded
origami I've built my real self out of -
the voice in my head can't tell me
if this moment is immortal,
or just immoral, if the nanometers
between the imperfection and the silvered
glass are falsifying me between the iris
and the brain:
am I more the mythos I've invented
than the railway I've become,
or have these violin string fingers
and this orchestrated chest
become the resonance
I'm so afraid of?