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I RUN 9 GROUPS WITH BI-MONTHLY CONTESTS AND... WELL I WANT ALL OF THE WINNERS TO GET SOMETING AS A PRIZE... SO PLEASE DONATE SOME SPARE SO THAT ALL CAN HAVE AT LEAST SOMETHING AS A CONTEST PRIZE
If you donate 3,000 you can hold a contest of your choosing in one of my groups or if you donate an extra 3,000 you can hold another contest in another group~
PLEASE NOTE THAT THE CONTEST THAT I HOLD IN MY GROUPS ARE 2 WEEK CONTESTS OR 14 DAYS AND ALSO KEEP YOUR CONTESTS WITHIN dA RULES~~
ALSO IF THERE ARE ONGOING 2 WEEK CONTESTS ALREADY HAPPENING IN THE GROUP THEN YOUR CONTEST IN IT WILL START ONCE THE PREVIOUS CONTEST ENDS SO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN YOU DONATE TO ME
This groups focus is mainly in Adult Literature Creation and Adult Literature promotion
Here are the rules in AdultLitAnon;
1. Unlimited submissions per day to all the folders.
2. No votes needed to enter any folders
3. Only 1 vote needed to enter the featured folder
About full folders
If any member finds a full folder please do not hesitate to send your founder a telling me which folder is full and I will do my best to create a new folder ASAP
Whenever I am online I will always have a tab with my dA page open so sending me a is the fastest way to let me know
If anyone is interested please visit the other groups that I am an ADMIN in
The (*) means that created the group and is the original founder
A Little CurseWarmth from above stirred Ivan out of the deep sleep he had fallen into. At first, he thought little of it, but as he grew more and more awake, he realized the warmth he was feeling wasn't from a blanket, but from sunlight. He opened his eyes, only to close them tightly against the blinding blue above him. Gradually, though, his vision adjusted.
His entire body was stiff and strangely numb. The closest comparison Ivan could come to was sleeping on an arm funny, only instead of an arm it was his whole body. When he tried to push himself into a sitting position, his arms flailed uselessly against the ground and succeeded only in pushing him off his back and onto his stomach. “Great,” Ivan grumbled, lifting his face out of the dirt.
The new angle revealed something unexpected to the young man, though. Around him was a forest, but not one of trees as might be expected. Instead, what appeared to be blades of grass towered upward. While it was hard to tell for sure given his curr
Objects of Maturity
As was usually the case on an Auction night, the viewing floor was milling, men and ladies in their finest clothing drinking champagne and nibbling on canapes as they viewed the various lots on exhibition.
One man, a tall African wearing an immaculate suit, was walking round, talking to the guests and staff as they answered questions. This was one of their special theme evenings, and as he approached one young man he smiled and said “is there something that catches your eye sir?”
“Indeed,” the flaxen haired man said as he looked at the older blonde woman, “what is her story?”
“NO! You have this totally wrong – unpick and do it right this time!”
The seamstress groaned as Madame Clare threw the skirt down, and then stormed off, the other workers looking at her.
“Do not worry – she has never totally approved of anything we have done,” one of the others whispered as she came over.
“But she is m
Cap XVII: Primer obstaculo, Rhahk'Zor El Foreman
En el capítulo anterior de…Las Crónicas de Azeroth…
“Disculpe joven mago, ¿tiene un minuto?”. Jack pregunto al cambiar totalmente su tono de voz a la de un viejo y respetado señor.
“Lo siento viejo, pero no tengo tiempo para otro encargo”.
“( ¿Este tipo no tiene respeto huh? )”. Jack pensó al simular su inquietud, “Creo que tengo cierta información que te puede ayudar”. El noble cambia su volumen de voz y se acerca al grifo, “algo sobre, ¿los defias?”.
Al escuchar eso, el joven mago se bajó del grifo y miro a Jack con los ojos bien abiertos.
“Soy todo oídos”.
“Capturamos a este ladrón quien intentaba robar el carro de Saldean”. Gryan siguió con su explicación, “¿Esa es una carta defias?”.
“Si”. El defias lo confirmo con un asentimiento.
“Él ha prometido a revelarnos la guarida a ca
Capitulo XV: El mensaje de principios humildes
En el capítulo anterior de...Las Crónicas de Azeroth...
“¡Sabía que nos estaban siguiendo!”. Tescio se maldijo, “¿Quién de ustedes es el líder?”.
“¡Detrás de ti!”. Se escucho una voz a espaldas del paladín rebelde.
El defias lo ataca con un backstab, pero el paladín lo bloquea con su escudo. Le resulta familiar.
“¿Thuros Lightfingers?”. Tescio pregunto con sorpresa, “¿Cómo rayos has salido de Stockades?”.
“Digamos que con algo de ayuda”. El ladrón respondió con una sonrisa, “estamos en todas partes”.
"Bien, bien, bien…A sí que los dueños han vuelto". Benny dijo suponiendo que eran los Furlblow, "oh, veo que enviaron a sus representantes y de seguro querían saber cómo está actualmente su cabaña".
"Cobarde". Nailock respondió casi al tono de exclamación.
“Entregase y responda
World War II is overrated get bent nerdsHitler's good, Hitler's great
He did some stuff maybe
Who gives a shit?
World War II's overrated
The yids deserved to be hated
Who's the true successor to Rome?
Soul Calibur AU - The Spy Whose Soul Burns...“...As for the rest of you, maintain your investigations, make sure our task is not interrupted. For now, auf Wiedersehen.” Closing his sunken eyes, Siegfried turned on his heels and marched out through the dining room doorway, deeper into the Schtauffen mansion.
The rest of the Schwartzstorm rose from the long dining table, classic music still providing ambiance as they started milling about. Ivy made her way to the patio doors.
Aster's large, meaty hand slammed against the glass doorframe, and his glassy eyes narrowed on Ivy. “And just where do you think you're going?” he growled with a derisive sneer.
Ivy smirked derisively right back at him. “I'm going out for a smoke. Siegfried's in poor enough health without the second hand smoke.”
Aster tilted his chin, looking down at Ivy. “And I suppose after that you're just going to head on home?” Ivy nodded, and Aster grunted. “Without giving your report on what you've been doing
Half Genie Spirit
There had been a bright flash of light...
And then nothing.
They had all been fighting something, yet memories were hazy in her mind. The purpose as to why, how and where did not seem to matter much at this point. She couldn't budge, couldn't speak and her own thinking processes were somewhat addled by a force that kept her in place, in chains in an almost literal way as she had been transformed into an immobile object. She could not see it, she could not truly discern it, yet she could feel it deep within herself that she was trapped, that someone would need to save her from this predicament, lest all hope would be lost.
For Samus Aran, this was a position that she had never been truly prepared for. She usually did the scouting, the fighting and the rescuing, ever the one with resources and the skills to complete any objectives, with or without her armor. Now, she was without the Chozo suit and without...allies. Yes, she had been fighting against something, or at least preparing to do
Surprise Literature Commission Sale!I gave it some thought (and saw others were doing this), and I'm temporarily offering my literature commissions at a reduced price~ From today until November 24, my custom literature commissions are $0.03 per word. That equals out to $30 per 1,000 words. However, there are two caveats to keep in mind with this sale. First, since November is still National Novel-Writing Month, my delivery times will be a bit slower than usual. Second, since my to-do list is quite long, I have to ask that you keep your story at a maximum of 5,000 words for now.
Remember, the sale ends November 24, so act fast! For full commission info, check this journal:
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