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Feb 4, 2014 16:10:02 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Feb 4, 2014 16:10:02 GMT -5
i'll be happy to do one for you! \owo/ do you have any preferences in terms of layout or anything you want me to put in general? uwu
and if you could do me ro fanartsu that would be great /)//w//(\ either solo or one of my rarepairs would be amazing dkfgh
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Feb 4, 2014 17:00:51 GMT -5 |
Post by Ludwig A. Beilschmidt on Feb 4, 2014 17:00:51 GMT -5
Thank you so much ;u; I haven't got any preferences for layouts! If you could make it modern and clean though that would be awesome absolutely my lovely, let me see what I can come up with for you <3
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Feb 10, 2014 8:51:36 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Feb 10, 2014 8:51:36 GMT -5
baby you're a firestorm you're a loaded cannon | | One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table — Samsa was a travelling salesman — and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before. Word Count: xxx Notes: I hope this works! Feel free to change up the colors/icons/lyrics—whatever modifications you want. /o/ | |
by worldie for lena [div align="center"][table style="width:405px;border-right:solid 5px #4f7c75;"][tbody][tr style="height:100px;background-color:#c0d1cf;border-top:solid 10px #4f7c75;"][td style="width:300px;"][div align="center"][div style="width:270px;border-top:solid 3px #4f7c75;float:right;margin-top:-20px;margin-right:-3px;"][/div][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:15px;color:#4f7c75;text-transform:lowercase;"]baby you're a firestorm you're a loaded cannon[/div][/div][/td][td style="background-image:url('http://i469.photobucket.com/albums/rr60/xFlame990/germany_base2.png');"][/td][/tr][tr][td style="background-color:#dee7e6;padding:10px;"][div style="font-family:times new roman;text-align:justify;padding:5px;background-color:#fff;opacity:0.7;color:#000;border:double 3px #4f7c75;"]One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.
“What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table — Samsa was a travelling salesman — and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. “How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”, he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was. He must have tried it a hundred times, shut his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the floundering legs, and only stopped when he began to feel a mild, dull pain there that he had never felt before.[div align="center"][div style="width:200px;margin-top:20px;border-top:solid 2px #4f7c75;"][div style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:9px;color:#000;margin-top:5px;"][b]Word Count[/b]: xxx[div style="margin-top:3px;"][b]Tags[/b]: @lebkuchen[/div][div style="margin-top:3px;"][b]Notes[/b]: I hope this works! Feel free to change up the colors/icons/lyrics—whatever modifications you want. /o/[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div][/td][td style="background-color:#c0d1cf;padding:5px;"][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][div style="width:400px;font-family:arial;font-size:8px;color:#2b2b2b;text-align:right;padding-top:3px;"]by worldie for lena[/div][/div]
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Feb 13, 2014 16:14:20 GMT -5 |
Post by Ludwig A. Beilschmidt on Feb 13, 2014 16:14:20 GMT -5
It's so beautiful ;A; thank you so much! I might change the colors in the future, but I really like the green for now! Thank you again!
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Feb 17, 2014 6:31:23 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Feb 17, 2014 6:31:23 GMT -5
our good and evil both are brief H appy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked of the day before just at dinner-time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning. Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky--Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world--woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes. Word Count: xxx Tags: @jen Notes: Here you go! I hope you like it, but feel free to change anything, or let me know if you'd like me to. uvu by worldie for jen [div align="center"][div style="width:400px;padding:5px;"][div style="height:100px;width:100px;border:inset 7px #bd7ed6;background-image:url('http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd502/PenStripedPants/warmer.png');float:left;"][/div][div style="height:20px;width:270px;background-color:#bd7ed6;float:right;margin-top:-100px;border-right:solid 20px #762f92;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;color:#f1ccff;padding-top:5px;"][i]our good and evil both are brief[/i][/div][div style="height:10px;width:270px;background-color:#bd7ed6;float:left;margin-top:-65px;margin-left:110px;"][/div][div style="width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;color:#523b5a;text-align:justify;margin-top:60px;padding-left:5px;padding-top:5px;border-left:solid 5px #bd7ed6;"][div style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:45px;padding-left:5px;padding-right:5px;color:#762f92;float:left;"]H[/div]appy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked of the day before just at dinner-time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning.
Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky--Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world--woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, well-cared-for person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again; he vigorously embraced the pillow on the other side and buried his face in it; but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes.[div align="center"][div style="width:200px;border:dotted 1px #bd7ed6;margin-top:20px;font-family:georgia;font-size:8px;color:#523b5a;padding:5px;"][font color="762f92"][b]Word Count[/b]:[/font] xxx [font color="762f92"][b]Tags[/b]:[/font] @jen [font color="762f92"][b]Notes[/b]:[/font] Here you go! I hope you like it, but feel free to change anything, or let me know if you'd like me to. uvu[/div][/div][/div][/div][div style="width:100px;font-family:arial;font-size:8px;color:#2b2b2b;text-align:right;padding-top:5px;border-top:solid 1px #bd7ed6;margin-left:250px;margin-top:20px;"]by worldie for jen[/div][/div]
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Mar 14, 2014 3:06:01 GMT -5 |
Post by Hamish A. Stuart on Mar 14, 2014 3:06:01 GMT -5
I was wondering if you would mind making me a template for Scotland? I still like the one Misso made me but thought it would be nice to switch it up a little bit since I have a lot of threads going on and might make them a little more exciting to have a new template to put on some of them.
If it isn't too much trouble my only requests would be please don't make it scroll and keep it dark so my thistle text will show.
THANK YOU SO MUCH -smooches-
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Mar 14, 2014 17:58:18 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Mar 14, 2014 17:58:18 GMT -5
No problem! I'm pretty busy this week but if you don't mind waiting a bit I'll code you one ASAP uvu
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Mar 14, 2014 18:43:33 GMT -5 |
Post by Hamish A. Stuart on Mar 14, 2014 18:43:33 GMT -5
Oh it's fine! Take your time with it. I can wait and use the time to finish doing all my replies
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Apr 18, 2014 18:34:47 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Apr 18, 2014 18:34:47 GMT -5
NUCKELAVEE, was a monster of unmixed malignity, never willingly resting from doing evil to mankind. He was a spirit in flesh. His home was the sea; and whatever his means of transit were in that element, when he moved on land he rode a horse as terrible in aspect as himself. Some thought that rider and horse were really one, and that this was the shape of the monster. Nuckelavee's head was like a man's, only ten times larger, and his mouth projected like that of a pig, and was enormously wide. There was not a hair on the monster's body, for the very good reason that he had no skin.
If crops were blighted by sea-gust or mildew, if live stock fell over high rocks that skirt the shores, or if an epidemic raged among men, or among the lower animals, Nuckelayee was the cause of all. His breath was venom, falling like blight on vegetable, and with deadly disease on animal life. He was also blamed for long-continued droughts; for some unknown reason he had serious objections to fresh water, and was never known to visit the land during rain.
I knew an old man who was credited with having once encountered Nuckelavee, and with having made a narrow escape from the monster's clutches. This man was very reticent on the subject. However, after much higgling and persuasion, the following narrative was extracted:--
Tammas, like his namesake Tam o' Shanter, was out late one night. It was, though moonless, a fine starlit night. Tammas's road lay close by the seashore, and as he entered a part of the road that was hemmed in on one side by the sea, and on the other by a deep fresh-water loch, he saw some huge object in front of, and moving towards him. What was he to do? He was sure it was no earthly thing that was steadily coming towards him. He could not go to either side, and to turn his back to an evil thing he had heard was the most dangerous position of all; so Tammie said to himself, "The Lord be aboot me, any tak' care o' me, as I am oot on no evil intent this night!" Tammie was always regarded as rough and foolhardy. Anyway, he determined, as the best of two evils, to face the foe, and so walked resolutely yet slowly forward. He soon discovered to his horror that the gruesome creature approaching him was no other than the dreaded Nuckelavee. dark as the shadows in which you dwell by worldie for dee word count: xxx tags: Hamish A. Stuartnotes: here you go, sorry for the delay! let me know if you need anything changed [div align="center"][div style="width:300px;border-right:solid 50px #000;background-color:#000c2b;padding:5px;"][div style="height:100px;width:100px;background-image:url('http://i971.photobucket.com/albums/ae195/FiduciaryLunatic/Icons%20-%20Hetalia/44.png');border:solid 10px #000;margin-right:-80px;margin-top:100px;float:right;"][/div][div style="width:200px;text-align:justify;padding:10px;color:#6f778b;font-family:times new roman;"]NUCKELAVEE, was a monster of unmixed malignity, never willingly resting from doing evil to mankind. He was a spirit in flesh. His home was the sea; and whatever his means of transit were in that element, when he moved on land he rode a horse as terrible in aspect as himself. Some thought that rider and horse were really one, and that this was the shape of the monster. Nuckelavee's head was like a man's, only ten times larger, and his mouth projected like that of a pig, and was enormously wide. There was not a hair on the monster's body, for the very good reason that he had no skin.
If crops were blighted by sea-gust or mildew, if live stock fell over high rocks that skirt the shores, or if an epidemic raged among men, or among the lower animals, Nuckelayee was the cause of all. His breath was venom, falling like blight on vegetable, and with deadly disease on animal life. He was also blamed for long-continued droughts; for some unknown reason he had serious objections to fresh water, and was never known to visit the land during rain.
I knew an old man who was credited with having once encountered Nuckelavee, and with having made a narrow escape from the monster's clutches. This man was very reticent on the subject. However, after much higgling and persuasion, the following narrative was extracted:--
Tammas, like his namesake Tam o' Shanter, was out late one night. It was, though moonless, a fine starlit night. Tammas's road lay close by the seashore, and as he entered a part of the road that was hemmed in on one side by the sea, and on the other by a deep fresh-water loch, he saw some huge object in front of, and moving towards him. What was he to do? He was sure it was no earthly thing that was steadily coming towards him. He could not go to either side, and to turn his back to an evil thing he had heard was the most dangerous position of all; so Tammie said to himself, "The Lord be aboot me, any tak' care o' me, as I am oot on no evil intent this night!" Tammie was always regarded as rough and foolhardy. Anyway, he determined, as the best of two evils, to face the foe, and so walked resolutely yet slowly forward. He soon discovered to his horror that the gruesome creature approaching him was no other than the dreaded Nuckelavee.[/div][div align="left"][div style="width:175px;font-family:georgia;font-size:20px;color:#6f778b;text-align:left;text-transform:lowercase;padding-left:15px;line-height:50%;"][i]dark as the shadows in which you dwell[/i][/div][/div][/div][div style="width:300px;text-align:right;font-family:century gothic;text-align:8px;color:#6f778b;font-size:8px;margin-right:-50px;"]by worldie for dee[/div][div style="width:150px;padding-top:2px;border-top:dotted 2px #000c2b;font-family:times new roman;color:#000c2b;"][b]word count[/b]: xxx [b]tags[/b]: @gingerpet [b]notes[/b]: here you go, sorry for the delay! let me know if you need anything changed[/div][/div]
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Nov 19, 2014 20:35:47 GMT -5 |
Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Nov 19, 2014 20:35:47 GMT -5
Can I haz codes pls? :3
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Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Nov 24, 2014 6:27:02 GMT -5
dulce et decorum est pro amor mori. We are at rest five miles behind the front. Yesterday we were relieved, and now our bellies are full of beef and haricot beans. We are satisfied and at peace. Each man has another mess-tin full for the evening; and, what is more, there is a double ration of sausage and bread. That puts a man in fine trim. We have not had such luck as this for a long time. The cook with his carroty head is begging us to eat; he beckons with his ladle to everyone that passes, and spoons him out a great dollop. He does not see how he can empty his stew-pot in time for coffee. Tjaden and Müller have produced two wash-basins and had them filled up to the brim as a reserve. In Tjaden this is voracity, in Müller it is foresight. Where Tjaden puts it all is a mystery, for he is and always will be as thin as a rake. What's more important still is the issue of a double ration of smokes. Ten cigars, twenty cigarettes, and two quids of chew per man; now that is decent. I have exchanged my chewing tobacco with Katczinsky for his cigarettes, which means I have forty altogether. That's enough for a day. It is true we have no right to this windfall. The Prussian is not so generous. We have only a miscalculation to thank for it. Fourteen days ago we had to go up and relieve the front line. It was fairly quiet on our sector, so the quartermaster who remained in the rear had requisitioned the usual quantity of rations and provided for the full company of one hundred and fifty men. But on the last day an astonishing number of English field-guns opened up on us with high-explosive, drumming ceaselessly on our position, so that we suffered heavily and came back only eighty strong. Last night we moved back and settled down to get a good sleep for once: Katczinsky is right when he says it would not be such a bad war if only one could get a little more sleep. In the line we have had next to none, and fourteen days is a long time at one stretch. by worldie for kat [div align="center"][div style="width:400px;background-color:#95b9e2;"][div style="float:right;width:110px;"][div style="float:right;height:100px;width:100px;border:3px #00346f solid;background-image:url(http://media.tumblr.com/abc86d9a3d1ba9b4542b0fb91dff5bce/tumblr_inline_mv4sr8qVSq1rfjfkn.png);"][/div][/div][div style="background-color:#00346f;text-align:center;padding-top:50px;font-family:courier new;font-size:13px;color:#fff;"]dulce et decorum est pro amor mori.[/div][div style="color:#00346f;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;padding:5px;"]We are at rest five miles behind the front. Yesterday we were relieved, and now our bellies are full of beef and haricot beans. We are satisfied and at peace. Each man has another mess-tin full for the evening; and, what is more, there is a double ration of sausage and bread. That puts a man in fine trim. We have not had such luck as this for a long time. The cook with his carroty head is begging us to eat; he beckons with his ladle to everyone that passes, and spoons him out a great dollop. He does not see how he can empty his stew-pot in time for coffee. Tjaden and Müller have produced two wash-basins and had them filled up to the brim as a reserve. In Tjaden this is voracity, in Müller it is foresight. Where Tjaden puts it all is a mystery, for he is and always will be as thin as a rake.
What's more important still is the issue of a double ration of smokes. Ten cigars, twenty cigarettes, and two quids of chew per man; now that is decent. I have exchanged my chewing tobacco with Katczinsky for his cigarettes, which means I have forty altogether. That's enough for a day.
It is true we have no right to this windfall. The Prussian is not so generous. We have only a miscalculation to thank for it.
Fourteen days ago we had to go up and relieve the front line. It was fairly quiet on our sector, so the quartermaster who remained in the rear had requisitioned the usual quantity of rations and provided for the full company of one hundred and fifty men. But on the last day an astonishing number of English field-guns opened up on us with high-explosive, drumming ceaselessly on our position, so that we suffered heavily and came back only eighty strong.
Last night we moved back and settled down to get a good sleep for once: Katczinsky is right when he says it would not be such a bad war if only one could get a little more sleep. In the line we have had next to none, and fourteen days is a long time at one stretch.
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Jul 27, 2015 22:48:11 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Jul 27, 2015 22:48:11 GMT -5
it's a revolution Word count: Tags: Notes: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum. "This is dialogue! Now it's all highlighted in white so you can read what it says. If you bold it, maybe it becomes more appealing-looking?"i suppose by Worldie for Leia [div align="center"][div style="width:300px;border-left:solid 80px #8A0000;padding-left:5px;"][div style="border-left:solid 10px #8A0000;padding-left:10px;"][div style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:20px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:-1px;text-align:left;margin-left:-100px;padding-top:10px;"]it's a[/div][div style="font-family:courier new;font-size:25px;font-weight:900;color:#8A0000;letter-spacing:-1px;text-align:left;margin-left:0px;margin-top:-33px;padding-top:10px;"]revolution[/div][div style="height:10px;width:400px;background-color:#8A0000;float:left;margin-top:0px;margin-left:-100px;"][/div][div style="height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 10px #8A0000;background-image:url('http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/karkat-vantas/Axis%20Powers%20Hetalia/Alfred%20F%20Jones/Americaicon41.jpg');margin-top:0px;margin-left:180px;"][/div][div style="height:10px;width:150px;background-color:#969696;font-family:courier new;color:#fff;text-align:left;font-size:10px;float:left;padding:3px;margin-top:-100px;"][b]Word count:[/b][/div][div style="height:10px;width:150px;background-color:#969696;font-family:courier new;color:#fff;text-align:left;font-size:10px;float:left;padding:3px;margin-top:-80px;"][b]Tags[/b]:[/div][div style="height:35px;width:150px;background-color:#969696;font-family:courier new;color:#fff;text-align:left;font-size:10px;float:left;padding:3px;overflow:hidden;margin-top:-60px;"][b]Notes[/b]:[/div][div style="height:10px;width:400px;background-color:#8A0000;float:left;margin-left:-100px;margin-top:-10px;"][/div][div style="width:300px;font-family:times new roman;font-size:12px;text-align:justify;margin-top:5px;"]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum. [font color="prussianblue"]"This is dialogue! Now it's all highlighted in white so you can read what it says. [b]If you bold it, maybe it becomes more appealing-looking?[/b]"[/font][div style="width:70px;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:20px;color:#ffffff;letter-spacing:-1px;text-align:left;margin-left:-100px;padding-top:10px;margin-top:-50px;"]i suppose[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div style="width:200px;font-size:10px;font-family:times new roman;border-top:solid 2px #969696;"]by [font color="002153"]Worldie[/font] for [font color="06b16c"]Leia[/font][/div] [/div]
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I'm numb, and that numbness only grows when you can't feel a single damned thing.
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Jul 28, 2015 14:52:17 GMT -5 |
Post by Vash Zwingli on Jul 28, 2015 14:52:17 GMT -5
I know our muses don't get along in the slightest but could you pleaseeee make me something for a tracker. I'll owe you one...million more.
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tears fall to the ground, i'll just let them d r o w n
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Aug 24, 2015 3:42:17 GMT -5 |
Post by Mihai C. Eliade on Aug 24, 2015 3:42:17 GMT -5
IN PROGRESS Summary of thread here. Summary of thread here. Summary of thread here. COMPLETED Summary of thread here. Summary of thread here. DEAD Summary of thread here. Summary of thread here. PENDING Summary of thread here. Summary of thread here. by worldie for pepper [div align="center"][div style="width:300px;background-color:#6FA388;border-top:solid 15px #870000;border-bottom:solid 10px #870000;padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:5px;"][div align="center"][div style="height:3px;width:275px;background-color:#870000;"][/div][img style="height:100px;width:100px;margin-top:5px;border:5px solid #870000;" src="http://38.media.tumblr.com/b7ccdd807b6200805e5c6f571c10cb1b/tumblr_inline_nfwo1r6afN1rvhte0.jpg"] [img style="height:100px;width:100px;margin-top:5px;border:5px solid #870000;" src="http://38.media.tumblr.com/b7ccdd807b6200805e5c6f571c10cb1b/tumblr_inline_nfwo1r6afN1rvhte0.jpg"][div style="width:250px;border:1px solid #00470E;background-color:#678073;margin-top:5px;padding:5px;text-align:left;font-family:georgia;font-size:10px;color:#fff;"][div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;background-color:#850000;text-align:center;"]IN PROGRESS[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;background-color:#850000;text-align:center;"]COMPLETED[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;background-color:#850000;text-align:center;"]DEAD[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;background-color:#850000;text-align:center;"]PENDING[/div] [div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.
[div style="font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;color:#000;"][span style="background-color:#00470E;"][a href=""]Title of Thread[/a][/span] - Partner[/div]Summary of thread here.[/div][/div][/div][div style="font-size:8px;"]by worldie for pepper[/div][/div] Vash Zwingli
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Nov 5, 2015 19:50:36 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2015 19:50:36 GMT -5
Goodness! All of these are absolutely stunning. I'm extremely jealous! Would you mind if I commissioned one for Roderich?
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