Feb. 14th, 2006
Mod Plot II
Feb. 14th, 2006 12:48 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Your character isn't on the list? No problem. Drop a comment here, stating whom you'd like to be shot for falling in love with (you can't make someone else's char fall for yours, though you can ask the mun to come comment here if that's what you want), and you'll be matched up.
Everyone else, welcome. Eros has been his usual trouble-making self and unleashed a storm of arrows on the school. If there's an arrow between the pair, that means it's a one-way crush, with the the person that the arrow points at being the object of the other person's affection. If the mark is an 'x', it's mutual. The arrows' effects only last twenty-four hours, so feel free to either start up posts now for the RPs, or tag your partners over IMs, using the contact info to track them down. If the pairings don't work for you (you can't do slash/het/femmeslash), again, just drop a comment and I'll change it around.
Have fun!
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Feb. 14th, 2006 12:55 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
*In the center of the Gryffindor common room is a magnificent flower arrangement made of pink roses and lilies. Nestled in one of the roses, looking almost like drops of water, is a pair of diamond earrings. Under the vase is a card.*
My dearest Rose,
I have only been here a short while, but I have become entranced by your beauty. Your lips are as soft and pink as morning's first light, and your eyes sparkle like the sun's final rays at dusk. My world was devoid of life until you came in, filling the air with music and the land with color. Please accept my token of love and my humble invitation to dinner tonight.
Je t'aime,
Damien Thorn
My dearest Rose,
I have only been here a short while, but I have become entranced by your beauty. Your lips are as soft and pink as morning's first light, and your eyes sparkle like the sun's final rays at dusk. My world was devoid of life until you came in, filling the air with music and the land with color. Please accept my token of love and my humble invitation to dinner tonight.
Je t'aime,
Damien Thorn
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As all of you know, my dear sweet Lana Lang is stuck in the abysmal House known as Sparkleypoo that had been reserved for Mary Sue type creatures!
I ask you all, is this any place that a woman of such delicate beauty belongs?
Look at her! Just look!

Does that darling beauty deserve to be Mary Sued? No, she does not!
I beg you all to sign below in the comments, giving her your support to take her out of that dreadful House and put her where she rightfully belongs!
In Slytherin with me!
( Private to Lana )
I ask you all, is this any place that a woman of such delicate beauty belongs?
Look at her! Just look!

Does that darling beauty deserve to be Mary Sued? No, she does not!
I beg you all to sign below in the comments, giving her your support to take her out of that dreadful House and put her where she rightfully belongs!
In Slytherin with me!
Applications
Feb. 14th, 2006 01:24 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The Robot Devil bursts into the main hall while the students and teachers are eating, "I would like to announce that I will be instructing Apparations this year, and that you may all sign up for my class at any time... just come see me after eating and sign up." The Robot Devil laughs, then leans up against the door, whistling innocently "Oh, you can go back to eating now, I wont bother you again..." 'Unless you show up for class that is.'
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Getting into the Gryffindor dorms was easy enough. The hard part was figuring out how to get into the girl's dorms - it was after midnight, after all, so Ryuuji didn't think it would be right to wake his beloved Anne up simply he could tell her that he had realized what should have been obvious all along: she was the only girl for him.
Thinking raptuously of her creamy skin, flame-like hair and idealism, he penned a quick note to her then sent it off with an owl, hoping that she would still be awake to read it, and understand the sincerity behind his words.
The note read as follows:
Dearest Cordelia,
You whose beauty lights up the day, I beg you look with favor upon my suit. I realize that we are but new acquaintances, and yet I freely confess that I find myself wholly in love with you, unable to think of how life was possible before I knew you. Please, gracious maiden, do not be so cruel as to reject this ardent suitor, and instead descend with your lily-white feet the stairs that will lead you to he that loves you.
~Eternally yours,
Ryuuji.
Admittedly, he normally wouldn't send off such a flowery missive, but in her case, he had the feeling she'd respond well to overblown romance and melodrama. Just to get the point across perfectly, he transfigured a napkin into a dark red ribbon and wrapped it around the note, transfiguring his usual headband into a white rose and sliding it through the loops of the ribbon before the note was sent off.
Thinking raptuously of her creamy skin, flame-like hair and idealism, he penned a quick note to her then sent it off with an owl, hoping that she would still be awake to read it, and understand the sincerity behind his words.
The note read as follows:
Dearest Cordelia,
You whose beauty lights up the day, I beg you look with favor upon my suit. I realize that we are but new acquaintances, and yet I freely confess that I find myself wholly in love with you, unable to think of how life was possible before I knew you. Please, gracious maiden, do not be so cruel as to reject this ardent suitor, and instead descend with your lily-white feet the stairs that will lead you to he that loves you.
~Eternally yours,
Ryuuji.
Admittedly, he normally wouldn't send off such a flowery missive, but in her case, he had the feeling she'd respond well to overblown romance and melodrama. Just to get the point across perfectly, he transfigured a napkin into a dark red ribbon and wrapped it around the note, transfiguring his usual headband into a white rose and sliding it through the loops of the ribbon before the note was sent off.
ALL LOVING COUPLES!
Feb. 14th, 2006 02:19 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
I, Kaibaman, am a certified priest in the Church of the Gods. I am capable of legal and state accepted marriages valid in all worlds, times, and dimensions.
So come on up, and get married!
(Vital thrust of the hips.) It's SHOW TIME.
So come on up, and get married!
(Vital thrust of the hips.) It's SHOW TIME.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 02:49 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
*sing-songy voice* Oh, I've got a prezzie for my lo-ove,
That I think she will enjoy!
Could it be a hat, some flowers, a chocolates or a dove?
Or could it be the head of an idiotic farmboy?
*puts a big pink bow upon a large pink box and all but skips to Lana's room*
I've got a present for my honey! *knocks on Lana's door*
That I think she will enjoy!
Could it be a hat, some flowers, a chocolates or a dove?
Or could it be the head of an idiotic farmboy?
*puts a big pink bow upon a large pink box and all but skips to Lana's room*
I've got a present for my honey! *knocks on Lana's door*
Owl to Mr Walden Macnair
Feb. 14th, 2006 03:58 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
An owl is dispatched. Tied to the message it clutches is a sizable burlap bundle which, when unfolded, spills forth an abundance of coca leaves.
The message reads:
I need these no longer. The mere thought of youplaying Quidditch astride a broom is the most sovereign remedy I know.
It is unsigned, but the back of the paper is decorated with a half-finished sketch of a dinosaur skeleton, interrupted by a careless blotch and slash. The artist appears to have suddenly given up the sketching in favor of ... trying out variants of a name, in rather ornate if minuscule script:
Dr Maturin-Macnair
Dr Macnair-Maturin
Dr Stephen Macnair-Maturin-Macnair
The message reads:
I need these no longer. The mere thought of you
It is unsigned, but the back of the paper is decorated with a half-finished sketch of a dinosaur skeleton, interrupted by a careless blotch and slash. The artist appears to have suddenly given up the sketching in favor of ... trying out variants of a name, in rather ornate if minuscule script:
Dr Maturin-Macnair
Dr Macnair-Maturin
Dr Stephen Macnair-Maturin
Owl from Devi to The Lady Door
Feb. 14th, 2006 05:02 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Darling Door
How is it we've never talked? Never met? Let's meet! Share ideas!!Have wild shmecks under
I have a burning passion I haven't felt in YEARS.No wonder those dates with guys are sucked so much.
Any time! Any place! I am yours!

*sketched at the bottom of the page*
~Devonny
Please write back soon! I don't know if my heart can stand the moments without you with me.
How is it we've never talked? Never met? Let's meet! Share ideas!!
I have a burning passion I haven't felt in YEARS.
Any time! Any place! I am yours!

*sketched at the bottom of the page*
~Devonny
Please write back soon! I don't know if my heart can stand the moments without you with me.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 05:15 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((Haha, and you thought you were safe...))
"PSST. BRIDGE."
Mark stood at the bottom of Gryffindor Tower (WITHOUT HIS CAMERA!), angrily throwing rocks up at the window and wondering what the hell he was doing. "I LIVE here! Why-" He shook his head and ran up the stairs, bursting into the Gryffindor common room. "Whereishewhereishewhereis-BRIDGE, DARLING!" He threw himself at the man, hugging him fiercely around the neck. "Oh, I've missed you so much!"
"PSST. BRIDGE."
Mark stood at the bottom of Gryffindor Tower (WITHOUT HIS CAMERA!), angrily throwing rocks up at the window and wondering what the hell he was doing. "I LIVE here! Why-" He shook his head and ran up the stairs, bursting into the Gryffindor common room. "Whereishewhereishewhereis-BRIDGE, DARLING!" He threw himself at the man, hugging him fiercely around the neck. "Oh, I've missed you so much!"
Owl to Ultimecia
Feb. 14th, 2006 08:04 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Uhm, hi. First of all, I hope I'm not bothering you by sending you this letter, because I'd never want to cause anyone any trouble, especially not you. And I know you like Icchan, so if you just want to throw this in the trash, I'll completely understand. Still, there's something I have to get off my chest.
I've never
Shizuka ♥
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 09:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
*Psyche returns to the room she shares with Eros, intent on changing her dress, which was snagged in a few places by the roses she's been strewing all over the castle. Her skin, of course, is proof against scratches from everything but divine weapons, but the thing about wearing real fabrics (instead of simply calling into existence gorgeous unearthly silks) is that they do get damaged sometimes. She is smiling to herself about the roses, and the entry she stopped to make in the fanfic, and (of course) about Eros, when she notices a scrap of paper left out on their bed. He must have meant her to find it: it's too conspicious. While, at the same time, being completely safe to leave out in plain sight, as no intruders, even if they could read the Minoan linear alphabet, would be able to make out Eros's handwriting. Even Psyche has to puzzle over the shapes of a few letters. It seems to be a list of...couples.*
Oh, my.
Oh, my.
The Hairy Owl Has Been Sent!
Feb. 14th, 2006 09:35 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Fordichi! <3 <3 <3
Ford, you wonderful hunk of a GL, you! Please, please please come out with me tonight! I know all of the awesome hot-spots in the area, and we can have a helluvah time out! :D Come on, bring your towel! (Heck, we can go try to find someplace to swim, and you can show me that hot bod of yours. ^_-) It'll be my treat, BTW. (It'll be worth paying for once, to get out with ya'.)
Or we can go to a bar. You like bars, don't you? (Just so long as I don't drink... Hey! You can join a drinking contest! And I bow to your out-drinking mad skillz!) Come on... Send me back an owl, when you get it!
***RAN-PYON***
((Attached to the owl, there's a magic-based mix-record with... Well, it's a lot of hyper-happy Japanese pop music. Make of it as you will.))
Ford, you wonderful hunk of a GL, you! Please, please please come out with me tonight! I know all of the awesome hot-spots in the area, and we can have a helluvah time out! :D Come on, bring your towel! (Heck, we can go try to find someplace to swim, and you can show me that hot bod of yours. ^_-) It'll be my treat, BTW. (It'll be worth paying for once, to get out with ya'.)
Or we can go to a bar. You like bars, don't you? (Just so long as I don't drink... Hey! You can join a drinking contest! And I bow to your out-drinking mad skillz!) Come on... Send me back an owl, when you get it!
***RAN-PYON***
((Attached to the owl, there's a magic-based mix-record with... Well, it's a lot of hyper-happy Japanese pop music. Make of it as you will.))
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:14 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Owl, warded to him alone:
( To Dr. Charles Emerson Winchester, III )
Owl(s) to everyone.
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:40 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
In attempt to be a pain in the ass/funny/whatever it is he generally tries to be, Hawkeye will be sending Valentine's Day poetry to several of the people he's better acquainted with.
( Owl to Snape )
( Owl to Charles )
( Owl to Greyback )
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((OOC: Anyone who has not been zapped by Eros is welcome to join Lord Peter for a drink in the Ravenclaw common room. Lovestruck folks can join in too, to annoy the singletons.))
Despite not having yet been officially sorted, Lord Peter Wimsey found himself settling in comfortably in Ravenclaw House. The place and the people in it seemed largely to his taste, and he felt generally content.
But not having Bunter around was something of an inconvenience -- and truly, he did miss Harriet. Especially given the nature of the day. He had sent her a letter liberally sprinkled with French and with poetry, and he was confident that he would receive an equally entertaining missive in return, but it simply was not the same.
And so, as many a gentleman has done since the beginning of time, Lord Peter had chosen to alleviate his loneliness with a fine glass of sherry. He was vaguely aware of a multitude of billets-doux, flowers, and other tokens changing hands, although he was not yet sufficiently familiar with the individuals involved as to recognise the strangeness at work. He leaned back in the comfortable overstuffed chair near the common room's fireplace, sipped his wine, and pondered his surroundings.
Edit:
He noted a faint cordite scent in the air, which probably had something to do with the noise he'd overheard earlier -- and with the initials now marked out in bullet-holes in the wall. He had missed the event itself, being engaged with locating the appropriate bottle of sherry. Strange, but no less strange than some of the other events and people of the last few days; and in any case, hadn't the great Holmes himself been known to pockmark his study wall in fits of boredom?
He did not particularly notice the gunslinger lurking in the corner.
Despite not having yet been officially sorted, Lord Peter Wimsey found himself settling in comfortably in Ravenclaw House. The place and the people in it seemed largely to his taste, and he felt generally content.
But not having Bunter around was something of an inconvenience -- and truly, he did miss Harriet. Especially given the nature of the day. He had sent her a letter liberally sprinkled with French and with poetry, and he was confident that he would receive an equally entertaining missive in return, but it simply was not the same.
And so, as many a gentleman has done since the beginning of time, Lord Peter had chosen to alleviate his loneliness with a fine glass of sherry. He was vaguely aware of a multitude of billets-doux, flowers, and other tokens changing hands, although he was not yet sufficiently familiar with the individuals involved as to recognise the strangeness at work. He leaned back in the comfortable overstuffed chair near the common room's fireplace, sipped his wine, and pondered his surroundings.
Edit:
He noted a faint cordite scent in the air, which probably had something to do with the noise he'd overheard earlier -- and with the initials now marked out in bullet-holes in the wall. He had missed the event itself, being engaged with locating the appropriate bottle of sherry. Strange, but no less strange than some of the other events and people of the last few days; and in any case, hadn't the great Holmes himself been known to pockmark his study wall in fits of boredom?
He did not particularly notice the gunslinger lurking in the corner.
Owl to Karolina from Aziraphale
Feb. 14th, 2006 12:27 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
There are no words to describe how much I lo
Karolina,
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darlin
I have seen you around the school, and
yours,
Aziraphale
Smitten Like Whoa
Feb. 14th, 2006 12:28 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Devi stood excitedly at the school doors, ignoring the brisk air as she twirled around in her long, tight black coat. It swept the bottoms of her favorite, buckled platform boots as she came to a stop, inhaling deeply to get a smell of the air as she glanced down to check herself over. She'd gone with a semi-mini plaid skirt and fishnets, not to mention a corsetted top in attempts to show that she had somewhat of a figure. She hoped she didn't seem too forward as she paced, nervously chewing her nails and checking the door every split second for sign of her Lady Door.
Where is my Kaibaman?
Feb. 14th, 2006 12:42 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Ancalagon had taken to the skies early, before even the sun was up. Billows of dark, thick smoke occasionally trailed after him as he cleared out his lungs and other related flame-producing parts, a procedure that helped keep said parts in optimal working condition. What promised to be a day like any other took a turn for the decidedly bizarre after he felt a curious stab, and
( found an arrow sticking out of his tail. )
The Professor is in the house
Feb. 14th, 2006 01:13 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Lupin, noticing that he seems to be immune from the general madness which has overtaken the school today, has decided to use his not inconsiderable intellect to aid his fellow students. He's posted the following flyers around the school.
Lovelorn?
Pining?
Does your beloved scorn your affections?
Is your heart broken, bruised, or lacerated?
In search of advice, counseling, or a tweedy shoulder to cry on?
The Professor can help!
Wise words, sympathy, and soothing cups of tea are all available free of charge in the Ravenclaw Common Room! Come see the Professor and receive balm for the wounds of love.
Lovelorn?
Pining?
Does your beloved scorn your affections?
Is your heart broken, bruised, or lacerated?
In search of advice, counseling, or a tweedy shoulder to cry on?
The Professor can help!
Wise words, sympathy, and soothing cups of tea are all available free of charge in the Ravenclaw Common Room! Come see the Professor and receive balm for the wounds of love.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 01:37 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((OOC: if anyone wants to come and talk to Rincewind or frighten him, they are welcome.))
Rincewind looks around the Hufflepuff common room. He doesn’t recognize many of the people there, and the one person he does know, he wished he didn’t. If an anthropomorphic personification can even be called a person. He wonders if he should ask anyone which of the classes are the least interesting. He wants to take those classes. He settles down in a chair, waiting for dinner.
He hope the luggage isn't rampaging in the forbidden forest.
Rincewind looks around the Hufflepuff common room. He doesn’t recognize many of the people there, and the one person he does know, he wished he didn’t. If an anthropomorphic personification can even be called a person. He wonders if he should ask anyone which of the classes are the least interesting. He wants to take those classes. He settles down in a chair, waiting for dinner.
He hope the luggage isn't rampaging in the forbidden forest.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 01:38 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The squeaking of a little red wagon can be heard trailing up to Gryffindor tower. It clearly has a busted wheel but serves its purpose as it manages to take a good load of several various object, all relatively small in size but heavy enough to crush a man's skull if tossed off the tower.
It's a very good thing Voldemort didn't have such an idea in mind.
He managed to reach Dumbledore's office and rather than knock as politeness should allow, he barged right on in, needing to get to his much-hated enemy.
"Albus!" He called out to the man whom he had been fighting a constant, never-ending battle with. "I have decided to bring back all of your paperweights that I've stolen over the years!" The fact that the Dark Lord seemed so frighteningly cheerful about this should have set off a few alarm bells.
He wheeled in the Radio Flyer before shutting and locking the door.
Gotta spend some alone time with his honey.
((OOC: Yes, it starts off in prose, but dear god, can we use the asterik way of rping?))
It's a very good thing Voldemort didn't have such an idea in mind.
He managed to reach Dumbledore's office and rather than knock as politeness should allow, he barged right on in, needing to get to his much-hated enemy.
"Albus!" He called out to the man whom he had been fighting a constant, never-ending battle with. "I have decided to bring back all of your paperweights that I've stolen over the years!" The fact that the Dark Lord seemed so frighteningly cheerful about this should have set off a few alarm bells.
He wheeled in the Radio Flyer before shutting and locking the door.
Gotta spend some alone time with his honey.
((OOC: Yes, it starts off in prose, but dear god, can we use the asterik way of rping?))
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 02:52 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
*Lil Tom bravely storms the owlery, ducking past the darting owls that would try to take a bite out of the hat and dodging the occassional bird droppings if only to send out his packages*
( Owl to Sadako )
( Owl to Mokuba )
((OOC: For the record, lil Tom was never shot. This is all real!))
((OOC: For the record, lil Tom was never shot. This is all real!))
Poster, Posted Outside the Great Hall
Feb. 14th, 2006 03:01 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Dear Anyone Here Who is Still Sane:
This and this must be stopped, for the sake of our School and our very souls!
PLEASE SIGN MY PETITION TO EXPEL LANA LANG AND RID US OF THIS MENACE FOREVER!
If we don't do something, you will all be starving in stupid looking pink castle!
Oh, and please feel free to hex Tom, if you see him.
This and this must be stopped, for the sake of our School and our very souls!
PLEASE SIGN MY PETITION TO EXPEL LANA LANG AND RID US OF THIS MENACE FOREVER!
If we don't do something, you will all be starving in stupid looking pink castle!
Oh, and please feel free to hex Tom, if you see him.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 04:30 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((OOC: Please, please, don't kill Tom for this! It's not his fault! Really!))
Combining the powers of transfiguration and a multiplier spell, Tom manages to transform the traditional Hogwarts uniforms to these for the girls and these for the boys.
He makes damned sure the House Elves in the laundry areas have plenty of spare dresses and pink tuxes to go around.
Combining the powers of transfiguration and a multiplier spell, Tom manages to transform the traditional Hogwarts uniforms to these for the girls and these for the boys.
He makes damned sure the House Elves in the laundry areas have plenty of spare dresses and pink tuxes to go around.
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A note is left on Lucius' pillow, along with a single silver rose
Dearest Lucius,
Though it often seems we haven't had much time for one another recently, I want you to know that you are in my thoughts always.
With this rose I give you my heart.
Your loving wife,
Narcissa
Dearest Lucius,
Though it often seems we haven't had much time for one another recently, I want you to know that you are in my thoughts always.
With this rose I give you my heart.
Your loving wife,
Narcissa
Even gods get sick of pink.
Feb. 14th, 2006 06:11 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The Great Hall was pink.
The outside of the castle was pink.
And now everyone was dressed in pink.
Right. Eros was beginning to feel spectacularly fed up, which is why he seated himself in midair on the castle's highest point, then examined the place thoughtfully.
What to take care of first?
The castle, of course.
It should be white, and on a mountain. That would be so much better.
AND LO! ITWAS WASN't!
Because grouchy tentacled gods could be rather annoying, Eros settled instead for creating a nice blindfold for himself. A red one, to block everything else out.
Ahhh. So much better.
The outside of the castle was pink.
And now everyone was dressed in pink.
Right. Eros was beginning to feel spectacularly fed up, which is why he seated himself in midair on the castle's highest point, then examined the place thoughtfully.
What to take care of first?
The castle, of course.
It should be white, and on a mountain. That would be so much better.
AND LO! IT
Because grouchy tentacled gods could be rather annoying, Eros settled instead for creating a nice blindfold for himself. A red one, to block everything else out.
Ahhh. So much better.
((OOC - Who IS That?))
Feb. 14th, 2006 07:08 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((Sorry for the OOC smack dab in the middle of all this fun chaos, but I basically went mad last night after getting a burning need to sate my curiosity. I've been in a bunch of fandoms for ten years now, most of that online, but I realized as I went through the character listings that even with experience, there were a bunch of characters whom I did not recognize. So, with Google, Wikipedia, and the wide world of the Internets at my disposal, I looked up every...single...character...here to try to figure out the source material. This was mostly only for myself, and possibly because I'm insomniac, but I realized after finishing that there had to be others here in the same boat as me. For example, I know next to nothing about anime, so almost all of the cute and big-eyed characters here meant nothing to me until I looked up the original shows and manga! (I now know a lot more about Yu-Gi-Oh! than I did before. Heh!) So for the sake of others who might not know where so-and-so is from, and interested in looking up more, I posted my results in my journal.
Please check the lists and feel free to correct me if I've picked the wrong source material, or I'm somehow incomplete! Some I just couldn't figure out, either, possibly because I wasn't searching properly.
Gryffindor Students
Hufflepuff Students
Ravenclaw Students
Slytherin Students
Other-Housed Students
I didn't do the Squibs, due to a mixture of exhaustion and fear of what I might find.
Thanks for any and all corrections/criticism! I now return you to your regularly-scheduled insanity.))
((ETA, Feb. 15th: Thanks for all the positive comments and helpful corrections regarding source material. I'm updating the lists to include a link to the journal for each character and clean up some weird spacing - I've only done Gryffindor so far, hopefully it looks good. I'll get to the other houses in time, and if people want, I'll keep updating these as new characters join. I'm oddly organized about fandom stuff versus, y'know, real life. *laughs*))
Please check the lists and feel free to correct me if I've picked the wrong source material, or I'm somehow incomplete! Some I just couldn't figure out, either, possibly because I wasn't searching properly.
Gryffindor Students
Hufflepuff Students
Ravenclaw Students
Slytherin Students
Other-Housed Students
I didn't do the Squibs, due to a mixture of exhaustion and fear of what I might find.
Thanks for any and all corrections/criticism! I now return you to your regularly-scheduled insanity.))
((ETA, Feb. 15th: Thanks for all the positive comments and helpful corrections regarding source material. I'm updating the lists to include a link to the journal for each character and clean up some weird spacing - I've only done Gryffindor so far, hopefully it looks good. I'll get to the other houses in time, and if people want, I'll keep updating these as new characters join. I'm oddly organized about fandom stuff versus, y'know, real life. *laughs*))
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For all your marriage wants and needs.
All I need is:
- Signatures
- Rings or Ring Proxies
- Vows
- Your Choice of Wine
-Incriminating/Compromising Photographs
I don't care about age, gender, nationality, sex, income, social status, or history, or even if the person you want to marry is completely unwilling and against the idea. If you want to get married, just ask. I will marry ANYONE. And I repeat ANYONE. My marriages are considered legal in all histories, times, places, or dimensions, except any and all incarnations of Las Vegas, because they hate me. I am a Level 12 Dragonmancer High Priest of the Church of the Gods, and a fully lisenced marriage consultant. I also do impressive pelvic thrusts.
And yes, Wine. And yes, Ancalagon, I will have dinner. But I must first marry all these happy people.
Confirmed Marriages:
- Kaibaman & Ancalagon
- L & Light Yagami
Shotgun Marriages:
- Draco > Nightwing
- Rita > Chii
Completed Marriages:
- (NONE)
All I need is:
- Signatures
- Rings or Ring Proxies
- Vows
- Your Choice of Wine
-
I don't care about age, gender, nationality, sex, income, social status, or history, or even if the person you want to marry is completely unwilling and against the idea. If you want to get married, just ask. I will marry ANYONE. And I repeat ANYONE. My marriages are considered legal in all histories, times, places, or dimensions, except any and all incarnations of Las Vegas, because they hate me. I am a Level 12 Dragonmancer High Priest of the Church of the Gods, and a fully lisenced marriage consultant. I also do impressive pelvic thrusts.
And yes, Wine. And yes, Ancalagon, I will have dinner. But I must first marry all these happy people.
Confirmed Marriages:
- Kaibaman & Ancalagon
- L & Light Yagami
Shotgun Marriages:
- Draco > Nightwing
- Rita > Chii
Completed Marriages:
- (NONE)
Impulse gets an idea
Feb. 14th, 2006 07:59 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Also struck by the arrows, Impulse a.k.a. Bart Allen has spent the entire day searching for someone. Even though, that person looked old enough to around the age of his mentor of Max Mercury. But it's hard to look for someone who has their own private quarters with the common sense to stay in on the day the school goes insane. Or he might be living in a hat.
So what better way to lure someone out than with wanted posters. All around the school he has various cut-outs from Indiana Jones, James Bond and other movies with the text "Have you seen this man" written over them. A better thought out plan would have included some contact information, but plans are more of Robin's thing.
Maybe tomorrow, he'll snap out of it. And vaguely wonder what all those papers are doing on the floor.
So what better way to lure someone out than with wanted posters. All around the school he has various cut-outs from Indiana Jones, James Bond and other movies with the text "Have you seen this man" written over them. A better thought out plan would have included some contact information, but plans are more of Robin's thing.
Maybe tomorrow, he'll snap out of it. And vaguely wonder what all those papers are doing on the floor.
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Feb. 14th, 2006 09:48 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Aziraphale has now ventured outside to search the rose gardens in an attempt to find the perfect rose for his perfect love. Every so often, he stops to scan the skies for any owls that might be heading in his direction, and also to eye the pinkified castle suspiciously (he hasn't turned any castles pink recently. Could it be that Karolina will find Tom's performance more thrilling than his own?). He is still, under his breath, murmuring poetry:
"There once was a girl called Karolina
You'll know her if you've ever seen her-
Such beauty untold!
-and if I may make so bold,
A gift to the world I might deem her!"
"There once was a girl called Karolina
You'll know her if you've ever seen her-
Such beauty untold!
-and if I may make so bold,
A gift to the world I might deem her!"
Owl to Jonathan Teatime
Feb. 14th, 2006 09:58 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Mr. Teatime,
I have some information for you that is of a sensitive nature. When and where would you like to meet to discuss it? Dr. Winchester and I have an engagement at 20:00 tomorrow evening, but I am otherwise unoccupiedas Squall has rejected my offer, damn it all.
Regards,
Mr. Sark
I have some information for you that is of a sensitive nature. When and where would you like to meet to discuss it? Dr. Winchester and I have an engagement at 20:00 tomorrow evening, but I am otherwise unoccupied
Regards,
Mr. Sark
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:12 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Dr. Grant didn't know its name, or even what the little fluffy rabbit-marshmallow thing was. All he wanted to know was if it would say anything other than "Puuuu" when he poured his heart out to it.
((We're all going to the Special Qanonreip Hell for this, aren't we?))
((We're all going to the Special Qanonreip Hell for this, aren't we?))
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Feb. 14th, 2006 10:19 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((Somehow, "I plan on seducing a beautiful girl as the antichrist," isn't what most people expect as an answer to the question, "What are you doing for Valentine's Day?"
Thank you, Hogwarts_Hocus.))
Thank you, Hogwarts_Hocus.))
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:31 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Personally, he couldn't see what the fuss was about. The world had gone insane, but - yes, there, waiting for him in the Great Hall, was his pasta. Too tired to make his own (he'd been exploring for most of the day) the house elves had been a welcome suprise, and Peach had been right - he had needed to get away for a while. Everyone was running around a lot, paying no attention to a short, fat man as he happily tucked into his pasta.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:44 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Aziraphale is standing awkwardly in the middle of the Hufflepuff common room, rocking nervously on his heels and mouthing what is probably a poem to himself as he scans the room for any sign of Karolina.
Who is this woman?
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:44 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Dr. Watson has spent the entire day wandering around the school in a daze, having caught a glimpse of Inara Serra only once. He doesn't know her name, or her house, and is sighing with longing every other breath.
((OOC: seriously, I have no idea who Inara Serra is. Please, enlighten me or distract Watson!))
((OOC: seriously, I have no idea who Inara Serra is. Please, enlighten me or distract Watson!))
Wedding Announcement!
Feb. 14th, 2006 10:58 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
You are hereby invited to attend the wedding of Lord Voldemort and Albus Dumbledore
Throughout our lives, we come up against difficulties. It is always best to go through life's obstacles together.
Thus, we invite you to celebrate with us in this joyous union tonight.
Come immediately if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.
Throughout our lives, we come up against difficulties. It is always best to go through life's obstacles together.
Thus, we invite you to celebrate with us in this joyous union tonight.
Come immediately if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.
Freya and Richie RP
Feb. 14th, 2006 11:30 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
She sat outside, after finally finding a suitable replacement for the bizarre pink clothes she was forced to wear (thankfully, Eros had fixed her dresses). Still, Freya was crossed after what had happened with Rita Skeeter. 'I can choose for myself who I shall...' Pause. Who was she kidding? Freya was so focused on Icchan, that it killed her. She couldn't find herself someone (even if she didn't want to find someone else)
'I don't want help though...' She though, as she felt a sudden pain. A different feeling than the longing she had for a long time. 'But what can I do? I mean... I don't want to be alone anymore.'
"Icchan's not the person just for me." She said, suddenly. He wasn't. There was a feeling in... In her heart? As if something was saying "there is someone else just for you". Freya got up, and started to walk, looking for... Well, she wasn't sure what.
'I don't want help though...' She though, as she felt a sudden pain. A different feeling than the longing she had for a long time. 'But what can I do? I mean... I don't want to be alone anymore.'
"Icchan's not the person just for me." She said, suddenly. He wasn't. There was a feeling in... In her heart? As if something was saying "there is someone else just for you". Freya got up, and started to walk, looking for... Well, she wasn't sure what.
(no subject)
Feb. 14th, 2006 11:45 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Bridge managed to slip away from Mark, furtively pulling a bit of red and blue cardboard from his uniform pocket. He had been intending to pass out valentines just for fun, but apparently that opportunity was over (maybe! No one would expecting valentines the week AFTER Valentines Day, would they?) And he hadn't wanted to face the puppy-eyes Mark would have surely turned on him for showering affection on the rest of the school. But there was one that he HAD to make sure got to its proper recipient before the end of the evening.
So he laid a small card on Sky's bed. It read "I'm blue without you."
So he laid a small card on Sky's bed. It read "I'm blue without you."
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Ran, for all intensive purposes, was skipping down the hall. She had been able to find a relatively nice shiny black skirt and a handful of accessories, to go under the remains of the Hello Kitty dress (She had all but destroed the skirt, along with removing one of the sleeves), and Fordichi agreed to go out on a date with her.
Wow... Fordichi... She never felt like this about someone before, not even her old boyfriends! For Ford, she'd even drink a thermos of her "Killer-Death-Drink" (a beverage that, if her Potions text was correct, had the same potency as "Slug's Breath", whatever that was). She was almost to the place where they would meet! ... Wow, she didn't realize how pink the building was, until now.
"Sweet... Looks almost like Sparklypoo." She said, as she stared around the room.
Wow... Fordichi... She never felt like this about someone before, not even her old boyfriends! For Ford, she'd even drink a thermos of her "Killer-Death-Drink" (a beverage that, if her Potions text was correct, had the same potency as "Slug's Breath", whatever that was). She was almost to the place where they would meet! ... Wow, she didn't realize how pink the building was, until now.
"Sweet... Looks almost like Sparklypoo." She said, as she stared around the room.