10 Jun 2025, 22:26
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Name: Simon poe
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 1st
What you want:(Aka, if you want something happy, sad, creepy, weird in good way, etc): A scary murder-mystery, except they already know who the killer is, they just need to prove it. Turns out, there were two killers, and one of them was the main character's brother/sister.
Extra : (Aka, how long you want it to be, etc.): 2-3 paagraphs, please. minimal length
Example Permission: Sure!
Name:Simon Poe
House: hufflepuff
Year: 1st
What you want:(Aka, if you want your banners/moodboards/whatever else, in this, please provide the codes for it): Nah. However, small little icons you think Simon may like.
Extra : (Aka, Certain quotes, words, a specific storyline, if it's an iNCP ency, etc.): "It's kind of FUN to do the impossible"
Example Permission: Yep.
11 Jun 2025, 13:32
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
hi! 
short story!
short story!
Name: Eonaria Kabukimono
House: Gryffindor
Year: 1st
What you want: The feeling of sunshine and warmth in the soul
Extra: 3 paragraphs, perhaps?
Example Permission: sure!
| Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature. 𝄞 Shop ˙⋆✮⋆˚࿔ | iNPC: Akari Kabukimono |
11 Jun 2025, 17:04
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
@Simon Poe @Eonaria Kabukimono Your Orders are confirmed and will be done by tomorrow or the day after!
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11 Jun 2025, 17:07
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
ALL FREE SLOTS ARE GONE!!! I will start charging for any orders I get now, however, I still offer lower prices 4 firsts, and for 7th years who are leaving Hogwarts as a student and becoming adults!
Y'all deserve it lol, so please order!
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11 Jun 2025, 23:49
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
@Eonaria Kabukimono Here it is, you can just copy and paste it:@Eonaria Kabukimono Your order is ready! Please tell me if you'd like any changes!
@Simon Poe I'm nearly finished with your order so hang tight!
Reducio
Sunshine:
There was a feeling of gaiety today, a lightness of the soul. It felt like the world was good, and it could do no wrong.
The world was smiling.
The sun was shining brighter than a thousand fairy lamps, the sky was bluer than the sea.
The few clouds seen in the sky looked like the cutest animals. Foxes and pandas, bunnies and puppies. It looked like a furry petting zoo in the sky.
There was a certain feeling of warmth, like when one sits in front of a roaring fire on a cool summer night.
The soul was breathing this joy in like someone who has gone without light for many years finally sees the sun. Or like someone prowling the desert for water sees an ocean.
A lightness of heart could be seen, heard, felt. There was nothing as sweet as this, like drinking the nectar of a forbidden fruit. Like sitting in the shade after many hard hours of working under the sun.
Sunshine:
There was a feeling of gaiety today, a lightness of the soul. It felt like the world was good, and it could do no wrong.
The world was smiling.
The sun was shining brighter than a thousand fairy lamps, the sky was bluer than the sea.
The few clouds seen in the sky looked like the cutest animals. Foxes and pandas, bunnies and puppies. It looked like a furry petting zoo in the sky.
There was a certain feeling of warmth, like when one sits in front of a roaring fire on a cool summer night.
The soul was breathing this joy in like someone who has gone without light for many years finally sees the sun. Or like someone prowling the desert for water sees an ocean.
A lightness of heart could be seen, heard, felt. There was nothing as sweet as this, like drinking the nectar of a forbidden fruit. Like sitting in the shade after many hard hours of working under the sun.
THANK YOU FOR VISITING THE CASTLE OF GOTH!
Come again!
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
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12 Jun 2025, 04:24
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
Thank you!!Nyx Blackheart wrote: 11 Jun 2025, 23:49@Eonaria Kabukimono Here it is, you can just copy and paste it:@Eonaria Kabukimono Your order is ready! Please tell me if you'd like any changes!
@Simon Poe I'm nearly finished with your order so hang tight!
Reducio
Sunshine:
There was a feeling of gaiety today, a lightness of the soul. It felt like the world was good, and it could do no wrong.
The world was smiling.
The sun was shining brighter than a thousand fairy lamps, the sky was bluer than the sea.
The few clouds seen in the sky looked like the cutest animals. Foxes and pandas, bunnies and puppies. It looked like a furry petting zoo in the sky.
There was a certain feeling of warmth, like when one sits in front of a roaring fire on a cool summer night.
The soul was breathing this joy in like someone who has gone without light for many years finally sees the sun. Or like someone prowling the desert for water sees an ocean.
A lightness of heart could be seen, heard, felt. There was nothing as sweet as this, like drinking the nectar of a forbidden fruit. Like sitting in the shade after many hard hours of working under the sun.
THANK YOU FOR VISITING THE CASTLE OF GOTH!
Come again!
how much do I owe you?
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12 Jun 2025, 13:13
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
Nothing! Because you were took the last free order slot i had heheEonaria Kabukimono wrote: 12 Jun 2025, 04:24Thank you!!Nyx Blackheart wrote: 11 Jun 2025, 23:49@Eonaria Kabukimono Here it is, you can just copy and paste it:@Eonaria Kabukimono Your order is ready! Please tell me if you'd like any changes!
@Simon Poe I'm nearly finished with your order so hang tight!
Reducio
Sunshine:
There was a feeling of gaiety today, a lightness of the soul. It felt like the world was good, and it could do no wrong.
The world was smiling.
The sun was shining brighter than a thousand fairy lamps, the sky was bluer than the sea.
The few clouds seen in the sky looked like the cutest animals. Foxes and pandas, bunnies and puppies. It looked like a furry petting zoo in the sky.
There was a certain feeling of warmth, like when one sits in front of a roaring fire on a cool summer night.
The soul was breathing this joy in like someone who has gone without light for many years finally sees the sun. Or like someone prowling the desert for water sees an ocean.
A lightness of heart could be seen, heard, felt. There was nothing as sweet as this, like drinking the nectar of a forbidden fruit. Like sitting in the shade after many hard hours of working under the sun.
THANK YOU FOR VISITING THE CASTLE OF GOTH!
Come again!
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
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12 Jun 2025, 13:19
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
Oh, okay!! 
thank you so much!
thank you so much!
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12 Jun 2025, 14:58
⟪ ❦ ⟫ 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌂𐌀𐌔𐌕𐌋𐌄 Ꝋ𐌅 ᏵꝊ𐌕𐋅 ⟪ ❦ ⟫
Ur welcome hehe
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13 Jun 2025, 20:22
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@Simon Poe The first part of your order is ready! I will owl you the second part.
Here it is:
Please tell me if you'd like any changes! All changes are free!
Reducio
I looked at the plaque on the gravestone. The name of my best friend, that day that he died too.
June 2nd, 1989.
The day my best friend was murdered.
We always knew who did it.
The evidence clung to Amelia Laurel like the scent of smoke in the air after the fire, a whisper of deceit and malfeasance.
A shattered lamp, blood on the cuffs of her shirt, and a witness who saw her leave the greenhouse minutes after the murder.
The witness disappeared hours later though.
There was no struggle, no signs of a scuffle, only the ash from a cig on the ground, and even that washed away in the rain.
Our only proof, our only link to her.
Gone, without a trace.
And without proof, the killer still smiles through her teeth and walks free, lighting cigarettes with the same hand that crushed my best friend’s windpipe.
It was only when I dug through my brother Samual’s journal that the second horror surfaced.
Sketches of the crime scene, notes in his annoyingly neat, obsessive handwriting. He knew things—details that hadn’t been released, things even I hadn't pieced together.
The two had worked together.
Samual had set it up, whispered in Amelia’s ear, manipulated her like a pawn in a game of chess.
I remember feeling my breath stop in my chest, the edges of the pages cutting into my fingers as the truth sank in. I tried to deny it, to say that my brother could never do that.
But the little things came back to me.
How he was always looking at my friend strangely, like he wanted to strangle him. I choked on a cry.
Sampson.
He and I would never argue again about books, or who was the better writer.
I didn’t have the guts to turn the journal in, that I would condemn my own brother. That I could.
Amelia would never be arrested.
Samual didn't run when I confronted him.
He just looked at me with hollow blue eyes and said, "You were never supposed to find out."
But I had. And I knew, in a way, the moment I found that journal, no before that, before I even knew of his betrayal, that I’d lost my brother long before the murder ever happened.
Rain spattered against the sidewalk.Shadows in the Night
I looked at the plaque on the gravestone. The name of my best friend, that day that he died too.
June 2nd, 1989.
The day my best friend was murdered.
We always knew who did it.
The evidence clung to Amelia Laurel like the scent of smoke in the air after the fire, a whisper of deceit and malfeasance.
A shattered lamp, blood on the cuffs of her shirt, and a witness who saw her leave the greenhouse minutes after the murder.
The witness disappeared hours later though.
There was no struggle, no signs of a scuffle, only the ash from a cig on the ground, and even that washed away in the rain.
Our only proof, our only link to her.
Gone, without a trace.
And without proof, the killer still smiles through her teeth and walks free, lighting cigarettes with the same hand that crushed my best friend’s windpipe.
It was only when I dug through my brother Samual’s journal that the second horror surfaced.
Sketches of the crime scene, notes in his annoyingly neat, obsessive handwriting. He knew things—details that hadn’t been released, things even I hadn't pieced together.
The two had worked together.
Samual had set it up, whispered in Amelia’s ear, manipulated her like a pawn in a game of chess.
I remember feeling my breath stop in my chest, the edges of the pages cutting into my fingers as the truth sank in. I tried to deny it, to say that my brother could never do that.
But the little things came back to me.
How he was always looking at my friend strangely, like he wanted to strangle him. I choked on a cry.
Sampson.
He and I would never argue again about books, or who was the better writer.
I didn’t have the guts to turn the journal in, that I would condemn my own brother. That I could.
Amelia would never be arrested.
Samual didn't run when I confronted him.
He just looked at me with hollow blue eyes and said, "You were never supposed to find out."
But I had. And I knew, in a way, the moment I found that journal, no before that, before I even knew of his betrayal, that I’d lost my brother long before the murder ever happened.
Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris to the Ground. Dance poor people, dance and drown, dance fair Paris, ashes now.
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