20 May 2025, 14:28
⪠⊠⫠𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 ê𐌅 áµê𐌕𐋅 ⪠⊠â«
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Welcome to
ðð ð ðððððð êð áµêðð ,
Moodboard made by @Phoenix Harlow
where your creepiest fantasies come ðððáð , or your softest dreams come ðððð . I offer:
1. Poems. (Haiku's are my specialty)
2. Coding for your ency or for your rp. (Provide me with the image codes and what ever else you usually use and I can make it into something that's just for you. Or I can create something totally new with no banners and different coding. That part is up to you)
3. Short stories that are tailored to your character or are part of your character's personality to showcase certain traits that you can add into your ency.
4. Art Descriptions. What it says. Tell me the name of your favorite art piece and I can write a dazzling description.
5. Character descriptions, both physical and mental.
Order Codes:
Poetry:
Reducio
Name:
House:
Year:
What you want:
Extra : (Aka, a specific theme, words, etc.)
Example Permission:
Order Codes:
For Coding:
Reducio
Name:
House:
Year:
What you want:(Aka, if you want your banners/moodboards/whatever else, in this, please provide the codes for it):
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, if it's an iNCP ency, etc.):
Example Permission:
Order Codes:
Short stories:
Reducio
Name:
House:
Year:
What you want:(Aka, if you want something happy, sad, creepy, weird in good way, etc):
Extra : (Aka, how long you want it to be, etc.)
Example Permission:
Order Codes:
Art Descriptions:
Reducio
Name:
House:
Year:
What you want:(Aka, the piece of art you want, or if you want a character description instead):
Extra : (Aka, how long you want it to be, eat)
Example Permission:
Order Codes:
Character Descriptions:
Reducio
Name:
House:
Year:
What you want:
Extra : (Aka, how long you want it to be, ect)
Ency link:
Example Permission:
Examples:
Short Stories:
Reducio
Bones, Blood, and Regrets:
She ran. She didnât know for how long, but she could have cared less in the moment. Her pale arms were streaked with cuts and bruises. The dark, inky forest seemed to close in, watching her every moveâwaiting to see how sheâd react.
Every crunch of a twig underfoot echoed like thunder. The air reeked of damp earth and something metallicâmaybe blood.
The forest was hungry. Hungry for her.
The silence screamed at her, frozen, timeless.
She panted before she suddenly tripped over an old, gnarled root. Her hands dug deep into the mushy murk of something that wasnât mud nor was it dirt.
A disgusting sludge of dark matter.
How had she gotten into this situation?
Running wasnât new to her. Not really. Sheâd been running her whole lifeâfrom stares, from names, from the thing inside her.
At sixteen, Acantha Bellatrix Coffin Grimrose had never been a normal kid. She was always that one weird kid that seemed to drip a dark aura that made most people walk away after a first glance.
Her jet-black eyes looked like pools of bloodâterrifying to meet, impossible to forget.
It felt like her unwavering eyes were penetrating into your soul.
Listening to your thoughts, dreams, and fears.
Her pale skin was always covered by heavy black hoodies and black leggings.
Her full, pink lips were always curved into a sneer or a scowl whenever other kids came to jeer and taunt her. The other kids were afraid of her - that wasnât the only reason they taunted her though. Her strange clothing and jewelry didnât helpâsilver chains draped from her neck, and thin silver hoops lined both ears, arranged from smallest to largest, top to bottom.
On the last earring in her right ear, there was a thick snake carved into the silver with onyx stones for eyes.
The only times that they didnât taunt her were when she made things happen.
She didnât know how they happened. They just did.
A kid being thrown across the room after a cruel comment.
Another ending up with a broken arm, barely hours after a well placed insult.
And the overwhelming urge to drink blood throughout it all.
She didnât know why. But there was something under her skin, something living, that gave her those urges.
They were always accompanied by her senses sharpening, and the feeling that her canines were ⊠elongating.
She felt a grim sense of satisfaction whenever something strange or unexplainable happened to her tormentors. She would wear a sharp toothed grin, filled with whispered promises of pain, of suffering to her opponents. It was a grin that would make a grown man want to curl up and spill his darkest and most terrible fears.
She wasnât normal. But she wasnât sure she was human, either.
And she kept getting dreams. Dreams of a forest. Of something calling out, pleading with her. Its words were Come Home.
So she ran one day. Into the forest. Into the thing that haunted her days like a plague.
And she screamed.
The forest whispered her name. Not her real one. The other one. The one she hadnât rememberedâuntil now.
Until the forest spoke it.
She smiled. A real one this time. Bloody, wild, unafraid.
âFine,â she said. âLetâs see what I can do.â
And the forest opened for her.
5 years later,
Acantha sat upon her throne made of thorns, black midnight rock.
A throne that leaked a suspicious dark, thickish liquid.
The crown on top of her head, a twilight color that seemed to swallow light. As twisted and jagged as its wearer.
She smirked at the millions kneeling in front of her.
Waiting for their orders.
She murmured, her voice sounding like the calm before the storm.
âThe world created me, it abandoned me, and now, it will pay the price of its ignorance.â
âBoys,â She said sweetly, maliciously, âitâs time.â
The army marched forth, their every step like a clap of thunder.
Their very voices sounded like the roar of lions.
Fanatics elated at the chance to please their queen.
Acantha smiled atop of her perch.
The forest spoke her name. The void crowned her. The world will remember. And it will burn.
Examples:
Art Description:
Reducio
The Nightmare
A painting by Henry Fuseli, created in 1781.
A description of it.
Dark, wine red drapes, sliced by a faint, almost unperceivable light. A darkness to the seemingly small room that felt as if all the exuberance of it had been sucked out and placed within a jar from which it could never return to its point of origin. The smell of incense, ashes, and rot add to the decaying feeling of doom for all who enter.
Dark, ancient, antique furniture added to the sense of dread and isolation from which the room seems to be overflowing in abundance.
A woman, crumpled, her lean, thin body covered in a white nightgown made from the finest cloth, holds her face in a look of pure agony and unwilling succumbing.
One of her hands is behind her head, tangled in the mess of dirty blond curls, while the other one is dangled towards the ground. Her head appears to be lolling around, she is seemingly not in her wits, but instead in a form of inert awareness where one is enlightened of oneâs current position, but too weary to change the situation.
Her pale skin glows in the little light that is shining down on her fragile frame.
She lays upon the bed, the bright colors of the duvet, red and green, are under her, while a cushion appears nowhere in sight.
Sitting upon the poor woman, is a creature of the most vile and disgusting that could exist.
The Incubus.
It is the size of a monkey, with the brown fur, feet, and hands to go along with this. However, its face does not in any way resemble a monkey. It would be kinder to say that it is the face of a man. Its face is deformed. With a large round nose, and eyes that gleamed malicious intent. A mouth full of malevolent and vitriolic schemes mares its already ugly face. A hand is against the right check of its face, in a manner that seems as though it is thinking of what it should do to the woman that is lying beneath it.
The Incubus looks thoughtful.
Perhaps it is thinking of sparing her.
There is another creature however in this vile scene.
The head of a horse appears in between the wine red curtains.
This ghostly apparition has frighteningly white eyes that glow, whilst its lips are pulled back into a terrible sneer.
The scene before you depicts one of great fear. A nightmare from which you should hope to awaken from, for if you are not careful, your fiction can become your reality.
Examples:
Poetry:
Reducio
Grey:
Shadow dance within,
Confines of my soul tonight.
The Greyness traps all.
Yin and Yang:
Yin and Yang, black white,
As I am, as I will be,
Yin Yang, 2 in 1.
Examples:
Coding:
Reducio
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"ð¯ðœðð ðð¶ðð ðð ððŸððð ðð ð»ðð â ðŒ ðððð¹ ððœðð ðð ð·ððð¶ð ððœð ðžððŸððŸðð.âð¹ððð ð©ð¶ðð: ðŽðððŸð¶ð ð²ððŸââââââââââââââââââââ
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ââââââââââââââââââââð«ðœðððŸðžð¶ð ððððžððŸð ððŸðð:Reducioðžððð: ðµððð-ðððð ððŸðð ððœð ððð¶ ð¶ð»ððð ð¶ ððŸððððð ððððð.
ð»ð¶ðŸð: ð®ððð¶ðŸððœð ð·ðð¶ðžð ðœð¶ðŸð, ðððœ ððððð ð ð¶ðð ðð» ðŸð ð¹ððð¹ ððœðŸðð. ð®ðœððð, ððŸððœ ðžðððð¶ðŸð ð¶ðð¹ ððŸð¹ð ð·ð¶ððð. ð¯ðœð ðžððððð¶ðððŸðð ðžðððð ððððð¹ ððððŸðð¹ ðððð ðð» ðŽðŸð ð¶ðð¹ ðŽð¶ðð.
ð®ððŸð: ð¹ð¶ðŸð, ð ð¶ðð ððœðŸðð ðððŸð, ððŸðð ððœð ð»ððð ðððð'ð ðððð ðð ð¶ ðžðððð¹ðððð ððŸððœð.
ð»ððŸððœð: 4 ð»ð 9ðŸð.
ð¯ð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ððœðŸð ððŸðð ð¶ ððŸðððð.
"ð©ðð ððððð ðœð¶ðð ðŸð ððð¶ðð ðð ððœðŸðð â ðððð ð¶ðð ððð¶ðð ðð ð·ððŸðð¹.âð»ðŸððððð/ðµð¶ðžððððððð¹ ð®ðððð:Reducioð²ððŸ ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðŸð ððœð ððð¹ððð (ð¶ðð¹ ð»ðŸðððð·ððð) ð¹ð¶ðððœððð ð¶ðð¹ ððœð ðððð ð»ðŸððð ððð¶ðð¹ðžðœðŸðð¹ ðŸð ðœðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð (ð»ððð ð·ðððœ ððððœðð'ð ð¶ðð¹ ð»ð¶ððœðð'ð ððŸð¹ð). ð®ðœð ðŸð ðððð ðððŸðð ð¶ðð¹ ðð·ðð¹ðŸððð, ððœð ððððð ðð¶ð¹ð ð¶ðð ðð» ðœðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðððð·ððð ððŸððð¹ ðð ð¶ðððð. ð®ðŸððžð ðœðð ð·ðŸðððœ, ðŸð» ð¶ðð ðððð·ðð ðð» ððœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð, ððð ððžðŸð¶ððð ðœðð ððððœðð, ðððð¹ ðœðð ððð ðð ð¹ð ððððððœðŸðð, ððœð ððððð¹ð'ð ð¹ð ðŸð ð¶ðð¹ ððððð¹ðâð ððð ðð¶ð ðŸð ðððð ð¶ðð¶ðŸð. ð®ðœð ðŸð ð¶ððð ðððð ð¹ðŸððžðŸð ððŸððð¹ ððŸððžð ð·ðŸðððœ, ðŸð» ðŸð ðð¶ð ððŸðð ðð ððððð , ððœð ððððð¹ ð·ð ð¶ððððð ð·ðð»ððð ð¶ððððð ðððð ððððð ðœðð. ðžððð ððœð ðœðð ð ð¶ððððð ð¶ðð ð ðððð·ðððð¹ð ð¶ðð¹ ð¶ððð¶ðð ð·ððð (ððœðð ðððð ðŸð ððœð ððŸððŸðððð ðð» ðð¶ððŸðž), ððœðð ðð¶ðð ðœðð ð¶ðð ððœð ðžð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ðððð ððœð ðððð¹ðð¹, ððœðð ðððŸðð¹ ððœððŸð ð·ððð ðð ððð ð ððð ðœðð ðŸð ððððð ð¶ðð ððžð ðð» ððŸð»ð; ððœðððð»ððð, ððœð ððŸððð¹ ð¶ ðððð ðžð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ð·ðð¶ðððŸð»ðð ðžðœðŸðð¹ðœððð¹.
ð®ðŸððžð ððœð ðð¶ð ð¶ð ðŸðððððððð ððŸððžð ð·ðŸðððœ, ððœð ðð¶ð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðððŸðð ð¶ðð¹ ð¶ððð¶ðð ð ððð»ððððð¹ ðð ð·ð ð¶ðððð, ððœðððð»ððð, ððœð ððððð ðœð¶ð¹ ð¶ðð ð»ððŸððð¹ð, ððœð ðžðððð¹ð'ð ðððð ð·ððð¹ ððŸððœ ðœðð ðžððððŸðð ð¶ð ððœðð ð¶ðð ððŸððœðð ðððð ðððŸðð ðð ððð ððððððððððð¹ ð»ðð ðœðð ðð¶ððð. ð»ðð ð ð¶ððððð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðððŸðð¹ ðð ðœððð ðœðð ðð¶ðð ð»ððŸððð¹ð ð·ðð ððœð ððððð ð¶ððððð¹, ððœðð ð¹ððžðŸð¹ðð¹ ðð ðððð ððžð ðœðð ðžðœððŸðžð ð¶ðð¹ ððœðð ððœð ð¶ðððð¹ ððœðð ðŸð» ðŸð ðð¶ð ð ððððŸð·ðð ðð ððð ðœðð ð¶ ð·ðððð ðð ð ðð¶ð ððŸððœ, ððœðð ððð ðððžðŸððð¹ ð¶ðð¹ ððð ðœðð ððœð ð·ðððð ð¶ððððð ð¶ð ððœð ðð¶ðð ðŸðððð¶ðð, ððœðð ðððð ððð¶ððð ðœð¶ð ð ð ððœð¶ð ððœð ðžð¶ð ð»ðŸðð¶ððð ðð¶ðð ðð ððððððð ðð.. ððððððœðŸðð ðŸð ððœðŸð ðžð¶ðð.
ðð ðœððð, ðœðð ð ð¶ððððð ð¶ðð¹ ððð¶ðð¹ð ð¶ððððð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðð¶ðððœð ðœðð ððð ððœðŸððð, ð»ððð ð ðððŸððð (ððœðð ððððð ð¶ðððððð¹ ðœðð ðð ððððžðœ ð¶ðð ðð» ððœð ð ðððŸððð ððœððððœ) ðð ðððŸððŸðð ð¶ðð¹ ðžð¶ððžððð¶ððŸðð. ð¯ðœðŸð ðð¶ð¹ð ðœðð ðððð ð ðððŸððð ð¶ðð¹ ððð¶ð¹ ðððð ððœðŸððð ð¶ð·ððð ðŸð. ð®ðŸððžð ððœð ðŸð ð¶ ð ðððð·ðððð¹, ððœð ðœð¶ð ð¶ððð¶ðð ððððð ð¶ð·ððð ðð¶ððŸðž, ð¶ðð¹ ðœðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðððð¹ ðœðð ðððððŸðð ð¶ð·ððð ððœððŸð ððð ðððŸðððžðð ðŸð ð»ðððð¶ððð. ðŒð ðœðð ð»ððð ððŸðð, ððœð ððððð¹ ð¶ððð¶ðð ððð¶ð ðŸð ðœðð ðððð, ððŸððœðð ððð¶ð¹ðŸðð ð¶ ð·ððð ðð ðððððŸðð ððð ððœð ððŸðð¹ðð. ð®ðœð ððððð¹ ð¶ððð ð ðð¶ðžððŸðð ððœð ððŸðððŸð, ðžððð¶ððŸðð ððð ððððŸðž ððœð¶ð ð»ðŸðð ðœðð ðð¶ððð.
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"ðð¬ ð¬ð«ð¢ ð¢ðµðð¢ð ð±ð° ðð« ðð«ð€ð¢ð© ð±ð¬ ð°ð¢ð± ð±ð¥ð¢ ðŽð¬ð¯ð©ð¡ ð¬ð« ð£ðŠð¯ð¢..âð¹ðŸððð ðŸðððð¶ððžð ðð» ðð¶ððŸðž:Reducioð²ðœðð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ð¶ððððð¹ ð»ðŸðð ððð¶ðð ððð¹, ððœð ðð¶ð ððŸðððŸðð ðððŸðððð ðŸð ðœðð ðððð ð¶ð ðœðð ððð¶ðð¹ð ð¶ðððððâ ðð¶ðððŸðð, ðððžððð¹ ð¹ððð ððŸððœðŸð ð¶ ð»ððððð. ð²ðŸððœððð ðð¶ðððŸðð, ðððð¹ ðžðð¶ððœðð ð¶ðð¹ ððœððððŸðð ðððð ððð¹ ð»ððð ð¹ðððððð¶ðŸðð. ððððŸððð ð¶ðð¹ ð¶ðð¶ðððð¹, ððœð ðžððð ð ð¹ððð ðð ððð ððœð¶ð ðð¶ð ðœð¶ð ð ðððŸððâðððð ðð ð»ðŸðð¹ ðžðœð¶ðð.
ð ððððð ðð» ðŸððððð¹ððð ðœð¶ð¹ ð·ððððð ðŸððð ððœð ðœðððð. ð®ð ðððð ð»ððð ð¶ðžðððð ððœð ðœð¶ððð ððŸðð ððððð¶ðð ðð» ððŸððœðððŸðð, ðžðð¶ððœðŸðð ððŸð¹-ð¶ðŸð ðŸð ððŸððððð ð·ððððð. ð»ðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðð¶ð ð¹ðð»ððð¹ðŸðð ððœðððððððð ð»ðŸðððžððð, ð¹ððððŸðð ððœð ðŸððð¶ð¹ððð ðŸð ððœð¶ð ðððððð¹ ððŸðð ð¶ ððð¶ðð-ððžð¶ðð ðð¶ð. ðððð»ðððð¹ ð¶ðð¹ ð»ððŸððœððððð¹, ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðŸððððŸððžððŸðððð ððð¶ððžðœðð¹ ð»ðð ðœðð ððððœðð ð¶ððŸð¹ðð ððœð ðžðœð¶ðð.
ð®ðœð ð»ðððð¹ ðœðð ððððœðð, ðð¶ðð¹ ð¹ðð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ð»ðŸððœððŸðð ð¶ððððððŸð¹ð ððœð ðððœððð. ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðžð¶ðððð¹ ððð ðð ðœððâð·ðð ððœð ðŸððð¶ð¹ððð ðððð ð»ð¶ðððð. ðªðð ðð» ððœðð ððð¶ð·ð·ðð¹ ðŽðððŸð¶ð, ð ðððððŸðð ð¶ ðð¶ðð¹ ðð ðœðð ððœððð¶ð, ððœððð¶ððððŸðð ððœð ððððŸðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ððŸððœ ð¶ ðžðððð ðð ð¹ð¶ðð, ðð ððð ð¹ð¶ððð¹ ðð ðððð. ð®ðŸððððžð ð»ððð. ðžððð ððœð ð¶ðŸð ðððððð¹ ðð ðððð .
ð¯ðœðð, ðŽðððŸð¶ðâð ððð¶ðð¹ð»ð¶ððœðð ð¶ðžððð¹. ð²ðŸððœ ð¶ ððœð¶ðð ð»ððŸðžð ðð» ðœðŸð ðð¶ðð¹, ðœð ðžð¶ðð ðžðð ððððŸð¶ðððð, ð¹ðŸðð¶ðððŸðð ððœð ð¶ððð¶ðžððð. ðµðð ððœð ððð¶ð¹ðð ðð» ððœð ðŸððððð¹ððð ððŸðð ðð ðð¶ðððœðð¹ ð¶ðð¹ ð»ððð¹ ððœðððððœ ððœð ð·ð¶ðžð ð¹ðððð ðŸððð ððœð ð»ððððð ð·ððððð¹ ððœð ðð¶ðððŸðð. ð¯ðœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðžðœð¶ððð¹ ðœðŸð, ð·ðð ðœð ððð¶ðžðœðð¹ ððœð ðžððŸð»ð»âð ðð¹ðð ð»ðŸððð. ð¯ðœð ðð¶ðððŸðð ððððð¹ ððð¶ð ð¶ ððððð , ððððððŸðð ðžððŸð»ð»âðŸðð ð·ð¶ðð ððð¶ðððððð¹ ð·ð ððœðŸðžð, ððŸððð ð¹ð¶ðððððð. ð¯ðœð ððð¶ð¹ðð ð¹ðð¶ðððð¹ ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð ððœð ðð¶ðððŸððâð ð·ð¶ðžððð¶ðð¹, ððœððð ððœð ð»ððððð ððð ð¶ ððððð ðžððŸð»ð». ð¯ðœð ð»ððððð ððŸðð¹ð ðœððððð¹, ð·ðð ððœð ððð¶ððð¹ ððŸðððð. ð®ðœð ð¹ðŸð¹ðâð ððžððð¶ð, ð¹ðŸð¹ðâð ððððððððâð¿ððð ððð¶ððð¹ ð¶ð ððœðð ððŸððœ ðžððð¹, ððœð¶ðð ðððð ðð ðžðœðŸðð¹ ððœðððð¹ ðœð¶ðð. ð»ðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ð·ððððð¹ ððœðð ðð ððð ðœðð ðð, ð ððð¶ð¹ðð¹ ð»ðð ðœðð ððŸð»ð⊠ð·ðð ðŸð ðð¶ð ððð ðð¶ðð, ðœð ððœððð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð»ð» ððœð ðžððŸð»ð» ð¶ðð¹ ðð¶ððŸððœðð¹ ððŸððœ ððœð ðððœððð.
ð¿ð¶ðððœððð ððžðœððð¹ ð·ððœðŸðð¹ ðœðŸð ð¶ð ðœð ð¶ðð¹ ðœðŸð ððððð ð¹ðŸðð¶ð ð ðð¶ððð¹ ðŸððð ððœð ððððð. ð»ðð ð ð¶ððððð ðžðððð¶ð ððð¹. ð¯ðœð ððððð¹ ðð» ðððð ðŸðð ð»ðŸðððð¹ ððœð ð¶ðŸð. ðŽðððŸð¶ðâð ð»ð¶ððœðð, ðœððððð ððŸððœ ðððŸðð», ð ððððŸððð¹ ðœðŸð ððŸð»ð ðœð ððððð¹ ð·ððŸðð ððœððŸð ð¹ð¶ðððœððð ðœððð, ðð ðð¶ðððð ððœð¶ð. ð²ðŸððœ ðœðŸð ð·ððððœðð ð·ð ðœðŸð ððŸð¹ð, ðœð ðð ððð ððð ð¹ð¶ðð ððð ððððŸðð ððœð ð¹ð¶ððððððð, ððœð¶ð¹ðððð¹ ððððð¹ð ð¶ð ððœð ðžððŸð»ð»âð ð·ð¶ððâððð¶ððžðœðŸðð, ðžð¶ðððŸðð, ð¶ðð¹ ððððð ððŸððŸðð ðð âððððŸð ð»ðŸðð¶ððð, ððœðð ð»ðððð¹ ðœðð.
ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ððŸðððŸðð ðððŸðððð ðð ð¶ ðð¶ðððð ððð¹ðð ð¹ððð ð·ðððð, ð·ð¶ðððð ððžðð¶ððžðœðð¹. ð ððŸðððð ðžðð ðð¶ð ð·ðððð¶ððœ ðœðð ððŸððœð ððð, ð·ðð ððœð ðð¶ð ðððœððððŸðð ððððððžðœðð¹. ð©ð ð·ððððð ð·ðððð. ð©ð ð·ðððŸððð. ð©ðððœðŸðð ððð ðð¶ðŸððð¹ ðœðð ððœð ðœð¶ð¹ ðððððŸððð¹. ð¯ðœðð ð·ðððððœð ðœðð ðœððð ðŸð ððððððð¹ ððŸððððžð. ð ðððŸðð» ð¶ðð¹ ð¹ðŸðð·ðððŸðð» ðð ððð¶ð¹ ððœðððððœ ððœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð. ð®ðœð ðœð¶ð¹ ð»ð¶ðððð ð»ððð ð¶ ð¹ðð¶ð¹ðð ðœððŸððœð ð¶ðð¹ ððŸððð¹?
ðµðð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ð¹ðŸð»ð»ððððð ððð. ðµðð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ð¹ðŸð»ð»ððððð ððð. ð»ðð ðððð ðððð ðððð ðžððð¹ðð, ðððð ð¹ðŸððð¶ðð. ð®ðœð ðð ðððððð ððððððð¹ ð¶ððððð ðððððŸð¹ð ðð» ðœðð ð ð¶ððððð ð¶ðð¹ ðœðð ð·ððððœðð. ð¯ðœððððœ ððœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðžðððð·ðð¶ððð¹ ðœðð ððŸðð¶ðžððððð ðððððŸðð¶ð, ððððððœðŸðð ðŸð ðœðð ðœð¶ð¹ ðžðœð¶ðððð¹ ð»ðððððð.
ðŒð ðð¶ððâð ððððŸð ð¶ ðððð ðð¶ððð ððœð¶ð ððœðð ð·ððð¶ð ðð ððð¹ððððð¶ðð¹ ððœð ðððððœ. ð®ðœð ðœð¶ð¹ ðððððŸððð¹ ð·ððžð¶ððð ðð» ð¶ðžðžðŸð¹ðððð¶ð ðð¶ððŸðž.
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ÇÖÖÉÇÊÇÕŒÆÉ:ReducioSimon has blue eyes, and long blond hair. Her nose and cheeks are coated in a thick layer of freckles. Simon got her nose from her dad. Her hair, is a tribute from her mother.
É®ÇÆÓÖ馅 ÊÊ:ReducioSimon Moray Poe was born to Aria and Matt Poe December of 2011. As a child she never listened to her parents, nor her daycare providers. Each and every day was a battle. She would throw fits, do the exact things she was told not to directly in front of their faces, and had a thing for pulling out animals hair. As she grew, her father allowed her to work with him at the hanger. She would clean, help him pack orders. they even had a schedule fr when she could work. Simon especially loved making carburetors. At the age of 9, she was working on a carburetor, when it floated out of her hands, and into the air. It dropped, shattering, but not before almost hitting her arm. Simon's father heard the carburetor hit the floor, and came to see what happened. Simon spluttered through the story, but he didn't believe her. She didn't work there again, until a cloaked person came to their small farm house, explaining to her and her parents that she was a witch. When Simon asked about the carburetor, the person explained that that was her FIOM, or First Instance Of Magic. Apparently, Simon was going to go and learn how to do magic at a place called Hogwarts. She went to King's Cross Station, and walked through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, arriving at platform 9 3/4. She sat alone on the train, called Hogwarts Express. She pulled out a book, and read most of the way there. She had gotten halfway through her book by the time they arrived. They hopped onto boats, and headed towards a huge castle. The castle was hogwarts.
ÊÉšÊÖȶ ÉšÕŒÖȶÇÕŒÆÉ Ö Ê ÊÇɢɚÆ:ReducioWhen Simon first used her magic, it almost got her hurt. She was helping her dad at the shop, working on a carburetor, when it started floating, and the pieces seemed to be adding themselves to it!
She was shocked, and it dropped from it's levitational position, and almost hit her arm. but she dodged just in time.
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Some things about Simon are that, she loves to write, if you give her a romance book you may as well be feeding me because she also loves food! Simon loves company, so let me know if you want to get together sometime! She's Bisexual. Simon owns a small business shop, called 'Write' or Die! If you order a story, she'll write it based on what you said you wanted. She also has a gallery, Simon's Poems. Though It doesn't get updated it very often, go check it out! And don't be afraid to comment on any of the works featured.
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Poems are : 3 Sickles, 12 Knuts
Coding is : Depends on how complicated you want it to be. Aka simple (Which has only 1 banner or no banners) would be: 8 Sickles, 7 Knuts.
Complicated (More than 1 banner, and had difficult elements): 1 Galleon, 4 sickles
Short stories are: 6 Sickles, 5 Knuts
Art Descriptions are: 8 Sickles, 13 Knuts
(The last 2 may change prices depending on how long you want them to be, aka, they suddenly become cheaper, or cost more)
For all first years, I offer prices that are a bit lower then this. Please owl me to find out more details. Also, it may take a bit more time to create a few of these things than others. Your order will most likely be done within a week, but remember that I do have IRL stuff too. I will prioritize your orders, and maybe a few Rp's I have going on but if you ordered, and it's been more than a week, please owl me. I have terrible memory lol, so you may have to owl me just to make sure I actually send it lol
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Name: Yexian Wei
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What you want:(Aka, if you want your banners/moodboards/whatever else, in this, please provide the codes for it): I didnt get my banner yet, sorry (I want an ency coding pls!)
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, if it's an iNCP ency, etc.): hmm, I rlly wanna add this quote "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.." I already sent my pinterest boards
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Name: Yexian Wei
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1
What you want:(Aka, if you want your banners/moodboards/whatever else, in this, please provide the codes for it): I didnt get my banner yet, sorry (I want an ency coding pls!)
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, if it's an iNCP ency, etc.): hmm, I rlly wanna add this quote "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.." I already sent my pinterest boards
Example Permission: sure!
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Yexian Wei wrote: 2 Jun 2025, 20:09 Hello!
Name: Yexian Wei
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1
What you want:(Aka, if you want your banners/moodboards/whatever else, in this, please provide the codes for it): I didnt get my banner yet, sorry (I want an ency coding pls!)
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, if it's an iNCP ency, etc.): hmm, I rlly wanna add this quote "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.." I already sent my pinterest boards
Example Permission: sure!
@Yexian Wei Your order is confirmed and will be done by tomorrow at latest!
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ð»ð¶ðŸð: ð®ððð¶ðŸððœð ð·ðð¶ðžð ðœð¶ðŸð, ðððœ ððððð ð
ð¶ðð ðð» ðŸð ð¹ððð¹ ððœðŸðð. ð®ðœððð, ððŸððœ ðžðððð¶ðŸð ð¶ðð¹ ððŸð¹ð ð·ð¶ððð. ð¯ðœð ðžððððð¶ðððŸðð ðžðððð ððððð¹ ððððŸðð¹ ðððð ðð» ðŽðŸð ð¶ðð¹ ðŽð¶ðð.
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ððžðŸð¶ððð ðœðð ððððœðð, ðððð¹ ðœðð ððð ðð ð¹ð ððððððœðŸðð, ððœð ððððð¹ð'ð ð¹ð ðŸð ð¶ðð¹ ððððð¹ðâð ððð
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ð·ðð»ððð ð¶ððððð ðððð ððððð ðœðð. ðžððð ððœð ðœðð ð
ð¶ððððð ð¶ðð ð
ðððð·ðððð¹ð ð¶ðð¹ ð¶ððð¶ðð ð·ððð (ððœðð ðððð ðŸð ððœð ððŸððŸðððð ðð» ðð¶ððŸðž), ððœðð ðð¶ðð ðœðð ð¶ðð ððœð ðžð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ðððð ððœð ðððð¹ðð¹, ððœðð ðððŸðð¹ ððœððŸð ð·ððð ðð ððð
ð
ððð ðœðð ðŸð ððððð ð¶ðð
ððžð ðð» ððŸð»ð; ððœðððð»ððð, ððœð ððŸððð¹ ð¶ ðððð ðžð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ð·ðð¶ðððŸð»ðð ðžðœðŸðð¹ðœððð¹.
ð®ðŸððžð ððœð ðð¶ð ð¶ð ðŸðððððððð ððŸððžð ð·ðŸðððœ, ððœð ðð¶ð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðððŸðð ð¶ðð¹ ð¶ððð¶ðð ð
ððð»ððððð¹ ðð ð·ð ð¶ðððð, ððœðððð»ððð, ððœð ððððð ðœð¶ð¹ ð¶ðð ð»ððŸððð¹ð, ððœð ðžðððð¹ð'ð ðððð ð·ððð¹ ððŸððœ ðœðð ðžððððŸðð ð¶ð ððœðð ð¶ðð ððŸððœðð ðððð ðððŸðð ðð ððð ððððððððððð¹ ð»ðð ðœðð ðð¶ððð. ð»ðð ð
ð¶ððððð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðððŸðð¹ ðð ðœððð
ðœðð ðð¶ðð ð»ððŸððð¹ð ð·ðð ððœð ððððð ð¶ððððð¹, ððœðð ð¹ððžðŸð¹ðð¹ ðð ðððð
ððžð ðœðð ðžðœððŸðžð ð¶ðð¹ ððœðð ððœð ð¶ðððð¹ ððœðð ðŸð» ðŸð ðð¶ð ð
ððððŸð·ðð ðð ððð ðœðð ð¶ ð·ðððð ðð ð
ðð¶ð ððŸððœ, ððœðð ððð ðððžðŸððð¹ ð¶ðð¹ ððð ðœðð ððœð ð·ðððð ð¶ððððð ð¶ð ððœð ðð¶ðð ðŸðððð¶ðð, ððœðð ðððð ððð¶ððð ðœð¶ð
ð
ð ððœð¶ð ððœð ðžð¶ð ð»ðŸðð¶ððð ðð¶ðð ðð ððððððð ðð.. ððððððœðŸðð ðŸð ððœðŸð ðžð¶ðð.
ðð ðœððð, ðœðð ð
ð¶ððððð ð¶ðð¹ ððð¶ðð¹ð
ð¶ððððð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðð¶ðððœð ðœðð ððð ððœðŸððð, ð»ððð ð
ðððŸððð (ððœðð ððððð ð¶ðððððð¹ ðœðð ðð ððððžðœ ð¶ðð ðð» ððœð ð
ðððŸððð ððœððððœ) ðð ðððŸððŸðð ð¶ðð¹ ðžð¶ððžððð¶ððŸðð. ð¯ðœðŸð ðð¶ð¹ð ðœðð ðððð ð
ðððŸððð ð¶ðð¹ ððð¶ð¹ ðððð ððœðŸððð ð¶ð·ððð ðŸð. ð®ðŸððžð ððœð ðŸð ð¶ ð
ðððð·ðððð¹, ððœð ðœð¶ð ð¶ððð¶ðð ððððð ð¶ð·ððð ðð¶ððŸðž, ð¶ðð¹ ðœðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ð¶ððð¶ðð ðððð¹ ðœðð ðððððŸðð ð¶ð·ððð ððœððŸð ððð
ðððŸðððžðð ðŸð ð»ðððð¶ððð. ðŒð ðœðð ð»ððð ððŸðð, ððœð ððððð¹ ð¶ððð¶ðð ððð¶ð ðŸð ðœðð ðððð, ððŸððœðð ððð¶ð¹ðŸðð ð¶ ð·ððð ðð ðððððŸðð ððð ððœð ððŸðð¹ðð. ð®ðœð ððððð¹ ð¶ððð ð
ðð¶ðžððŸðð ððœð ððŸðððŸð, ðžððð¶ððŸðð ððð ððððŸðž ððœð¶ð ð»ðŸðð ðœðð ðð¶ððð.[/reducio]
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[reducio]ð²ðœðð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ð¶ððððð¹ ð»ðŸðð ððð¶ðð ððð¹, ððœð ðð¶ð ððŸðððŸðð ðððŸðððð ðŸð ðœðð ðððð ð¶ð ðœðð ððð¶ðð¹ð
ð¶ðððððâ ðð¶ðððŸðð, ðððžððð¹ ð¹ððð
ððŸððœðŸð ð¶ ð»ððððð. ð²ðŸððœððð ðð¶ðððŸðð, ðððð¹ ðžðð¶ððœðð ð¶ðð¹ ððœððððŸðð ðððð
ððð¹ ð»ððð ð¹ðððððð¶ðŸðð. ððððŸððð ð¶ðð¹ ð¶ðð¶ðððð¹, ððœð ðžððð
ð ð¹ððð ðð ððð ððœð¶ð ðð¶ð ðœð¶ð
ð
ðððŸððâðððð ðð ð»ðŸðð¹ ðžðœð¶ðð.
ð ððððð
ðð» ðŸððððð¹ððð ðœð¶ð¹ ð·ððððð ðŸððð ððœð ðœðððð. ð®ð
ðððð ð»ððð ð¶ðžðððð ððœð ðœð¶ððð ððŸðð ððððð¶ðð ðð» ððŸððœðððŸðð, ðžðð¶ððœðŸðð ððŸð¹-ð¶ðŸð ðŸð ððŸððððð ð·ððððð. ð»ðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðð¶ð ð¹ðð»ððð¹ðŸðð ððœðððððððð ð»ðŸðððžððð, ð¹ððððŸðð ððœð ðŸððð¶ð¹ððð ðŸð ððœð¶ð ðððððð¹ ððŸðð ð¶ ððð¶ðð-ððžð¶ðð ðð¶ð. ðððð»ðððð¹ ð¶ðð¹ ð»ððŸððœððððð¹, ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðŸððððŸððžððŸðððð ððð¶ððžðœðð¹ ð»ðð ðœðð ððððœðð ð¶ððŸð¹ðð ððœð ðžðœð¶ðð.
ð®ðœð ð»ðððð¹ ðœðð ððððœðð, ðð¶ðð¹ ð¹ðð¶ðð ð¶ðð¹ ð»ðŸððœððŸðð ð¶ððððððŸð¹ð ððœð ðððœððð. ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðžð¶ðððð¹ ððð ðð ðœððâð·ðð ððœð ðŸððð¶ð¹ððð ðððð ð»ð¶ðððð. ðªðð ðð» ððœðð ððð¶ð·ð·ðð¹ ðŽðððŸð¶ð, ð
ðððððŸðð ð¶ ðð¶ðð¹ ðð ðœðð ððœððð¶ð, ððœððð¶ððððŸðð ððœð ððððŸðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ððŸððœ ð¶ ðžðððð ðð ð¹ð¶ðð, ðð ððð ð¹ð¶ððð¹ ðð ðððð. ð®ðŸððððžð ð»ððð. ðžððð ððœð ð¶ðŸð ðððððð¹ ðð ðððð
.
ð¯ðœðð, ðŽðððŸð¶ðâð ððð¶ðð¹ð»ð¶ððœðð ð¶ðžððð¹. ð²ðŸððœ ð¶ ððœð¶ðð
ð»ððŸðžð ðð» ðœðŸð ðð¶ðð¹, ðœð ðžð¶ðð ðžðð
ððððŸð¶ðððð, ð¹ðŸðð¶ðððŸðð ððœð ð¶ððð¶ðžððð. ðµðð ððœð ððð¶ð¹ðð ðð» ððœð ðŸððððð¹ððð ððŸðð
ðð ðð¶ðððœðð¹ ð¶ðð¹ ð»ððð¹ ððœðððððœ ððœð ð·ð¶ðžð ð¹ðððð ðŸððð ððœð ð»ððððð ð·ððððð¹ ððœð ðð¶ðððŸðð. ð¯ðœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðžðœð¶ððð¹ ðœðŸð, ð·ðð ðœð ððð¶ðžðœðð¹ ððœð ðžððŸð»ð»âð ðð¹ðð ð»ðŸððð. ð¯ðœð ðð¶ðððŸðð ððððð¹ ððð¶ð ð¶ ððððð
, ððððððŸðð ðžððŸð»ð»âðŸðð ð·ð¶ðð ððð¶ðððððð¹ ð·ð ððœðŸðžð, ððŸððð ð¹ð¶ðððððð. ð¯ðœð ððð¶ð¹ðð ð¹ðð¶ðððð¹ ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð ððœð ðð¶ðððŸððâð ð·ð¶ðžððð¶ðð¹, ððœððð ððœð ð»ððððð ððð ð¶ ððððð
ðžððŸð»ð». ð¯ðœð ð»ððððð ððŸðð¹ð ðœððððð¹, ð·ðð ððœð ððð¶ððð¹ ððŸðððð. ð®ðœð ð¹ðŸð¹ðâð ððžððð¶ð, ð¹ðŸð¹ðâð ððððððððâð¿ððð ððð¶ððð¹ ð¶ð ððœðð ððŸððœ ðžððð¹, ððœð¶ðð
ðððð ðð ðžðœðŸðð¹ ððœðððð¹ ðœð¶ðð. ð»ðð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ð·ððððð¹ ððœðð ðð ððð ðœðð ðð, ð
ððð¶ð¹ðð¹ ð»ðð ðœðð ððŸð»ð⊠ð·ðð ðŸð ðð¶ð ððð ðð¶ðð, ðœð ððœððð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð»ð» ððœð ðžððŸð»ð» ð¶ðð¹ ðð¶ððŸððœðð¹ ððŸððœ ððœð ðððœððð.
ð¿ð¶ðððœððð ððžðœððð¹ ð·ððœðŸðð¹ ðœðŸð ð¶ð ðœð ð¶ðð¹ ðœðŸð ððððð
ð¹ðŸðð¶ð
ð
ðð¶ððð¹ ðŸððð ððœð ððððð. ð»ðð ð
ð¶ððððð ðžðððð¶ð
ððð¹. ð¯ðœð ððððð¹ ðð» ðððð
ðŸðð ð»ðŸðððð¹ ððœð ð¶ðŸð. ðŽðððŸð¶ðâð ð»ð¶ððœðð, ðœððððð ððŸððœ ðððŸðð», ð
ððððŸððð¹ ðœðŸð ððŸð»ð ðœð ððððð¹ ð·ððŸðð ððœððŸð ð¹ð¶ðððœððð ðœððð, ðð ðð¶ðððð ððœð¶ð. ð²ðŸððœ ðœðŸð ð·ððððœðð ð·ð ðœðŸð ððŸð¹ð, ðœð ðð
ððð ððð ð¹ð¶ðð ððð
ððððŸðð ððœð ð¹ð¶ððððððð, ððœð¶ð¹ðððð¹ ððððð¹ð ð¶ð ððœð ðžððŸð»ð»âð ð·ð¶ððâððð¶ððžðœðŸðð, ðžð¶ðððŸðð, ð¶ðð¹ ððððð ððŸððŸðð ðð
âððððŸð ð»ðŸðð¶ððð, ððœðð ð»ðððð¹ ðœðð.
ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ððŸðððŸðð ðððŸðððð ðð ð¶ ðð¶ðððð ððð¹ðð ð¹ððð
ð·ðððð, ð·ð¶ðððð ððžðð¶ððžðœðð¹. ð ððŸðððð ðžðð ðð¶ð ð·ðððð¶ððœ ðœðð ððŸððœð ððð, ð·ðð ððœð ðð¶ð ðððœððððŸðð ððððððžðœðð¹. ð©ð ð·ððððð ð·ðððð. ð©ð ð·ðððŸððð. ð©ðððœðŸðð ððð
ðð¶ðŸððð¹ ðœðð ððœð ðœð¶ð¹ ðððððŸððð¹. ð¯ðœðð ð·ðððððœð ðœðð ðœððð ðŸð ððððððð¹ ððŸððððžð. ð
ðððŸðð» ð¶ðð¹ ð¹ðŸðð·ðððŸðð» ðð
ððð¶ð¹ ððœðððððœ ððœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð. ð®ðœð ðœð¶ð¹ ð»ð¶ðððð ð»ððð ð¶ ð¹ðð¶ð¹ðð ðœððŸððœð ð¶ðð¹ ððŸððð¹?
ðµðð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ð¹ðŸð»ð»ððððð ððð. ðµðð ðŽðððŸð¶ð ðð¶ð ð¹ðŸð»ð»ððððð ððð. ð»ðð ðððð ðððð ðððð ðžððð¹ðð, ðððð ð¹ðŸððð¶ðð. ð®ðœð ðð ðððððð ððððððð¹ ð¶ððððð ðððððŸð¹ð ðð» ðœðð ð
ð¶ððððð ð¶ðð¹ ðœðð ð·ððððœðð. ð¯ðœððððœ ððœð ð»ð¶ððŸðð ðžðððð·ðð¶ððð¹ ðœðð ððŸðð¶ðžððððð ðððððŸðð¶ð, ððððððœðŸðð ðŸð ðœðð ðœð¶ð¹ ðžðœð¶ðððð¹ ð»ðððððð.
ðŒð ðð¶ððâð ððððŸð ð¶ ðððð ðð¶ððð ððœð¶ð ððœðð ð·ððð¶ð ðð ððð¹ððððð¶ðð¹ ððœð ðððððœ. ð®ðœð ðœð¶ð¹ ðððððŸððð¹ ð·ððžð¶ððð ðð» ð¶ðžðžðŸð¹ðððð¶ð ðð¶ððŸðž.[/reducio]
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[left][size=50][color=#0056d6]Coded by Nyx Blackheart[/color][/size][/left]Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
â Crimson Sugar Curiosities! â [OPEN!]
5 Jun 2025, 16:48
⪠⊠⫠𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 ê𐌅 áµê𐌕𐋅 ⪠⊠â«
Instead of 5 Slots left, there are now 6 MORE LEFT!!!! PLEASE ORDER!!!!
I HAVE NOTHING 2 DO!!!
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
â Crimson Sugar Curiosities! â [OPEN!]
5 Jun 2025, 20:44
⪠⊠⫠𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 ê𐌅 áµê𐌕𐋅 ⪠⊠â«
Name: Amelia Randensmith
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 1
What you want: could you come up with an idea for an rp and a name for it pls?
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, iNCP, how long, etc.) Umm nope!
Example Permission: Sure fine with me!
Ency Link: poof!!:)
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 1
What you want: could you come up with an idea for an rp and a name for it pls?
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, iNCP, how long, etc.) Umm nope!
Example Permission: Sure fine with me!
Ency Link: poof!!:)
â "Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain."â
Amelia Randensmith
5 Jun 2025, 20:50
⪠⊠⫠𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 ê𐌅 áµê𐌕𐋅 ⪠⊠â«
@Amelia RandensmithAmelia Randensmith wrote: 5 Jun 2025, 20:44 Name: Amelia Randensmith
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 1
What you want: could you come up with an idea for an rp and a name for it pls?
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, iNCP, how long, etc.) Umm nope!
Example Permission: Sure fine with me!
Ency Link: poof!!:)
Your order is confirmed and will be done by tomorrow at latest! Is there a specific place you want the rp to take place or are you good with anywhere?
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
â Crimson Sugar Curiosities! â [OPEN!]
5 Jun 2025, 20:52
⪠⊠⫠𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 ê𐌅 áµê𐌕𐋅 ⪠⊠â«
Could it be on the Hogwarts Grounds please?Nyx Blackheart wrote: 5 Jun 2025, 20:50@Amelia RandensmithAmelia Randensmith wrote: 5 Jun 2025, 20:44 Name: Amelia Randensmith
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 1
What you want: could you come up with an idea for an rp and a name for it pls?
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, iNCP, how long, etc.) Umm nope!
Example Permission: Sure fine with me!
Ency Link: poof!!:)
Your order is confirmed and will be done by tomorrow at latest! Is there a specific place you want the rp to take place or are you good with anywhere?
â "Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain."â
Amelia Randensmith