Hello, community. I'm taking a small break from my summer homework to fulfill a promise I made prior to the summer holidays ( Read more... )

Consider this a public service announcement of sorts, but nobody talk to me tomorrow. Especially if you're American. I won't be in the mood for dealing with most people, let alone Americans. Nothing against any of you personally as long as you're not bellends as it is, I just don't like that sodding day. ... The day after probably won't be ideal ( Read more... )

I wish I could say that waking up in a female body was something I wasn't at all familiar with, but this community being what it is, that would be too much to ask for ( Read more... )

[Hey community, guess who just sat on his phone and made a call/recording to the community. Oh, that's right, this tsundere nation here. 8D It's a bit muffled, but you can still make out the sounds of paper rustling and a very irate nation muttering under his breath to himself.]-- course it was a splendid occasion, Kate looked wonderful, everything ( Read more... )

[This is England. This is England, holding a tarot card in his hand. It's the Chariot, and he's scowling, deep lines between those impressive eyebrows of his. After a second, he looks at the camera and starts speaking abruptly, clearly not planning to sugar-coat anything.]

I don't think anyone who was here for the last bout of strange fog is under ( Read more... )

( oocly cut for a large image of snow 8D )

... So I suppose the fact that I apparently spent the last four days in Hogwarts of all places means that this place is back, then?

((ooc: England's now been timeskipped to 2010! Meaning that he's had no connection to the community for about 70 years and is not as calm about this whole thing as this post may suggest. :'>))

Oi, Germany, Ludwig, whatever you're calling yourself right now, you'd better come out here and explain yourself right this instant. I don't care what year you're from or if you're one hundred or even one thousand years ahead of me or some such bollocks, she is neutral in this whole sodding mess and you had no fucking reason to bomb her capital ( Read more... )

( OOCly cut for (an admittedly amusing event in) World War II and my shoddy attempt at typing a Scottish accent, in case anyone wants to skip. XD; )

So tell me, community, because I'm curious and I sure as hell can't figure it out for the life of me myself; when did finding someone's name written in blood at the crime scene ever become decisive proof that that person was the guilty party?

[Arthur's voice is dripping with sarcasm. He is not a happy person right now. B|]