((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable ( Read more... )

((OOC: I have the pleasure of having adopted Cyclona. So, same journal, different mun. ♥))

Cyclona had seen and done some weird shit in her time. Most of them due to drugs. But this? This took the cake.

When she woke it felt like she was in some sort of pseudo womb, where she could breathe and all she could taste was butter and something oddly ( Read more... )

((Permission granted from muns for Light, L, and B. Spoilers for Another Note. Naomi is taken from the very end of episode 7/chapter 14. She hasn’t technically died at this point, though she’s been put under control of the Death Note.))

Raye dead Kira had me fooled Raye dead by Kira I’ve been had good as dead anyway what is there left -Naomi’s ( Read more... )

Reassured by his recent conversation with the Potions Master, Morfin Jones (né Gaunt) decided it was time to spread a little sunshine around the school.

Using his very best glitter pens, he lettered a largish sheet of posterboard:
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(Let us bring back the dead ( Read more... )

Flyers had appeared all over the school.

Come to the Little Green Apple's Holiday Spectacular! Fine food and drink! Door Prizes! Karaoke! Special Holiday-Only smoking blends!

The cozy little establishment had been adorned with banners in deep gold and rich jewel tones, and the smell of spices filled the air.Jones holiday sodas were laid out at ( Read more... )

Hwæt! A very muscular Geat in a leather loincloth-type thing strode into the Sorting Room out of nowhere. A leather band circled his temples in a vaguely '80s way, and he wore leather boots ( Read more... )

(( note, 11/21: I've been feeling under the weather, and thus slow with the tags, but I will get back to everyone's tags! Feel free to toss people at Wednesday. Today is, after all, his day ( Read more... )

*Annja stares around the room in surprise, still holding her flashlight up in one hand and an open book in the other. Ok, this was not what she was supposed to find on this dig. One minute she'd been picking through a ruined castle, indeed, a -condemned- ruined castle in Scotland and the next she was... here. Now, admittedly, this certainly ( Read more... )

A young man appears in the Sorting Room, in the way people often appear here: without warning. He carries himself with what modern prose might style a patrician bearing. This is for good reason. He is a patrician, the genuine article ( Read more... )