Feb. 27th, 2010

[identity profile] needsanewliver.livejournal.com
It started simply enough, with Dethklok enjoying the fruits of the Shoggies' long labour and spending a pleasant afternoon in their glorious new Dethtub. It was only a matter of time before one of them discovered the strange hidden portal at the very back of the room, which was apparently connected to another dimension. And not just any dimension, but their home, it seemed—they were greeted by familiar sights the first time they took turns leaning through it to look. Afterward they contacted their manager and it was eventually decided they'd all head home, at least for a while, and perhaps even permanently. Time would tell. They had a lot of work ahead of them, with Mordhaus still in ruins.

And that was when everything went to hell. )
[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com
While A had been learning a great deal about plants, there had been significant detours into their culinary and (thanks to Kurama) defensive uses. These were all fine and wonderful things, things A felt the better for knowing, but it had not been his original purpose, after all. It was the medicinal uses of plants that had been his initial focus, and that his sensei was still teaching him.

And while it was still winter, it would not remain so. There were things that were to be considered, and he sent a note to Kusuriyuri to get his instruction on the matter.


Sensei,

Apart from what is in the greenhouse and what I have planted in the mangosteen grove, are there any plants you think I should add to the garden this spring? I thought perhaps some might benefit from a more natural environment.

A
[identity profile] im-wacky-times.livejournal.com
So there's this T-Rex in the middle of the Sorting Room. He is looking around for something to stomp. "Where's the tiny house?" he demands. (He can totally talk.) "Where's the tiny woman? NOT THAT THERE IS ANY MISOGYNY IN THIS QUESTION. I am just used to stomping on a tiny woman and her gender is incidental! ANYWAY I WOULD LIKE TO STOMP ON SOMETHING NOW OKAY"

He speaks this way. The sentence has no definite ending, sometimes.

Some magic has reduced his size so that he can fit indoors. The T-Rex evinces no concern in this regard. His major concern is the lack of tiny woman, tiny house, and -

"ALSO WHERE IS THE TINY CAR?"

- tiny car.

"Okay SO I see this application here with a fancy quill pen. Look at these arms. My vestigial arms. Are you kidding me? No, really." The quill starts to record his words, and T-Rex calms down. "Oh, right, one of those! I think I remember seeing one of those at the mall! I did not stick around to learn about the latest up-and-coming technology." T-Rex hates the mall.


Allow me to elucidate. )

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

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