application for Nebulon (Homestar Runner)

[stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com]

A strange green creature blibbles into the Sorting Room. From the wobble in his blibble it's plain to see he fancies himself quite stylish. In truth, there is a sad and timeless legend beyond his complete lack of style. The morning that the Great Spirit handed out style, Nebulon slept in all day, because he'd stayed up all night watching a "Charles in Charge" marathon.

He knows that many Free Country USA denizens have flocked to Hogwarts, and he's desperate to reacquaint himself with them. He would also like to acquaint his eyestalks with their fleshy bits. His stubby green tail wags in gleeful anticipation.

His lack of visible arms does not prevent him from filling out the application ...

( Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh, yeah! )

Puffed up with pride in his immensely logical and reasonable answers, he awaits judgement!

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. N

Wedding Invitations

[automailwinry.livejournal.com]

( Invitations Addressed to Susan Sto Helit, Ayumu Kasuga, Harry Potter, Lily Evans, Professor Homsar, Ender Wiggin, and Elizabeth Bennett )

closed RP: Stephen and Susan are dorks.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

(( Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. Takes place shortly after their conversation with Mendoza. ))

It was Thursday, and that meant plotting against evil clowns. Every day meant plotting against evil clowns, but especially this Thursday, since this was the day that Stephen expected to receive from London a new order of books on the history of clowning. He had invited his particular friend Susan Sto Helit to have the first crack at them. They might inspire further innovations on her promising if unorthodox idea of pudding-based artillery.

The books had only just arrived in a box trundled in by faithful Aloysius when Susan arrived at Stephen's office. There was tea, as usual, and coffee, which Stephen much preferred, and there were little fussy crumbly biscuits that he scorned but that Aloysius insisted on providing anyway.

"Come in, do! The books are here! Only mind you do not allow the cover illustrations to shock you," he said, gesturing toward the leering greasepaint visage that adorned the front of My Life with Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey.

Owl to Renata Leynier

[gillians-fury.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Renata Leynier )

One-shot: Bunny settles in to Slytherin

[metahemeralism.livejournal.com]

Well now. Much better.

Bunny smiled to himself, looking around his newly acquired quarters. The room he'd initially been assigned hadn't suited him in the least. He'd made a request, distributed several Dum-dums to various accomodating house-elves, and here he was, in the room of his choice.

It had taken no time at all to unpack - he'd had little with him when he arrived. Bunny leaned back on the bed and lit a cigarette happily. He'd left the door to his room open so he could see it: the shiny brass plaque on the door that proclaimed the occupant of the room. It winked at him in the flickering light.

The plaque read: Henry Winter

Owl, lightly warded, to Camilla Macaulay

[richardthegreek.livejournal.com]

backdated to just after Richard's sorting

( Read more... )

Galadriel's Time Off

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

Galadriel stretched her long, graceful limbs, and lay down on her bed in the room she shared with Penelope. She had spent about a month in the Hogwarts library, reading. Using Nenya to extend the moments into days, and the days into weeks, Galadriel read the entire library.
( Literally. )

Lioness to Mathayus

[tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com]

( Lioness to Mathayus )

Sock RP: Susan and Shaun go on the drunk train

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

(  Me and my dog, we really get along/Yeah she don't howl, when I'm screamin' my songs/I cuss, I drink, I lie, I spit/Guess I don't really give a shit/Broken and ugly, yes I am/Still I look good divin' in/And mama, I'm runnin' again )

[Open RP] Letting out some steam

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

[[Set the day after this]]

Location: Room of Requirement

Kick. Kick. Punch. Kick.

If the punching bag had been a real person, it would have been broken and bloody.

The Room of Requirement certainly lived up to its name, Ofdensen thought, as he proceeded to beat the stuffing out of the punching bag. It was quite cathartic for his regretful, guilt-ridden heart.

Ofdensen had a lapse of judgement. He allowed himself to get high. That could have had devastating consequences, for himself and the band, and it made him less credible as a businessman. He acted like a complete fool. He didn't even know how he ended up in his own bed.

And he had allowed La Fee Verte to flirt with him and give him something. He might have even flirted back, hell, he didn't remember. But that wasn't bothering him as much as the fact that it WAS bothering him. Did that make sense to anyone? Cause it didn't to him.

His hand missed the punching bag and it knocked him onto his back. He huffed and remained on his back.