Point Giveaway for Adopt Accounts!CLOSEDMore Like This
Alright, I'm holding a point giveaway for all accounts selling adoptables!
Winners will be picked using random.org
This ends Jan 15th, make sure to check back to see if you've won!
Do You Qualify?
- Your main account must be older than 2 weeks. (Made Nov 26th or before.)
- If this isn't your main account, please tell me what is so I can avoid cheating. (You can send in a note if you want.)
- You must have at least 5 adoptables in your gallery.
- Most recent adopt must be submitting on or after Nov 1st.
- The adoptables qualifying you cannot be made with makers or games.
- All linearts must be properly credited.
***If I feel you are stealing things or being unfair with your selling, you cannot enter.***
100 - 2 Winners
Frozen Pleasure - Chapter 7: Spain x NorwayGakuen Hetalia AU YaoiMore Like This
Spain x Norway
Chapter 7: Help
Inspired by a random Hetalia pairing generator.
Sitting in his bedroom seemed so boring…it had been almost two days since Francis had about threatened him to stay inside, and the Spaniard wondered when it all would end. Would his name be cleared or not? Would the cops be called? He had no idea as he laid there, moving an arm over his head to block out the sunlight that came through the window. He couldn’t sleep. He didn’t feel good enough to eat. And so he had been drowning his sorrows in half drunkenness for the past few days with the TV on. A sudden tap to his window didn’t disturb him at first as he lay there, passing it off as nothing more than a bird. But the moment the tapping began to be persistent and frequent, he sat up, confused.
Antonio nearly fell off his bed as he looked out the window, coming
Into Your ArmsMore Like This
It was just a typical snowy morning in South Park, Colorado. The sky was a clear blue with minimal clouds and the air smelled sweet. A red-headed boy woke to the sound of his alarm clock going off loudly and obnoxiously. He glared at his clock and slammed it off. He sat up, yawning and stretching, not at all excited about the school day ahead. Ruffling his hair, he got up slowly out of bed and donned his green pants, orange jacket, and green hat, barely attempting to brush his hair.
"Kyle, bubie, you're gonna be late for school!" His mother, Shelia Broflovski, called from downstairs. Kyle Broflovski looked back at his clock and realized his mother was right. The bus came in five minutes! He tied his shoes quickly then grabbed his bag and ran downstairs. He ran into the kitchen where is father, little brother Ike, and mother were eating. He grabbed a piece of toast, gave everyone a kiss then ran out the door.
As he closed the door, the cold wind whipped at his cheeks. He began sprinting