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1945 / a kitten with kittens?!?!?
« on: 08/23/2015 at 17:37 »
Hey guys! I post a lot of these, but.... A serious situation arose. A litter of kittens (7 of them) have come into my possession and almost all of my free attention will be diverted towards bottle-feeding orphaned scraps of fur. It sound super cute and it is, but I feel like I have many infants. I'm now momma Bryn.

I will also be having a time change, since I'm returning to Finland this week for school

(and I have to figure out how to pay for a flight for 7 kittens oops)

BTW I AM LOST! HELP! give me name suggestions because every kit deserves a name but I am too busy to. There are 5 girls and 3 boys, each of them a black and orange tortoiseshell-y color (like halloween) with varying eye-colors anywhere from blue to amber.

As you can see, I'm a bit overwhelmed.

 This is a grave I dug myself but I kinda love it. Thanks for understanding babes! I don't know how long things will be like this..

This will likely stretch out into term, but I will still be active sometimes. Obviously this will effect all of my peeps, especially my graphics.

<3 u guys r da bomb ilu <3

1945 / Be still, my heart (Lyra)
« on: 08/21/2015 at 15:05 »
August 16th, 1945

She'd been watching round 1 of the duelling when it hit her. That fuzzy feeling in her chest was all too familiar, churning butterflies and warmth. At one point, Séraphine even reckoned that he looked in her direction. She hardly avoided fainting. Nobody, not even Max, had ever given her such immediate feelings, but she was sure; it was love.

Tittering happily, she was perched on the end of her bench. She just had to catch his attention. Several lengths of parchment lay before her, most scribbled on and crumpled up. No matter what she did, none of them sounded right. She couldn't afford to make the wrong impression. Anonymous notes had to be written with cautious precision, otherwise she could come off as creepy.

Phine was more than aware of the rumors surrounding the boy, but in her heart she knew the truth.

Crossing out another passage, she let out a low groan, "who knew how difficult professing my love would be," she grumbled. Thankfully, the main hall was empty, or at least she thought it was. She would die of embarrassment if someone found out about her crush.

The footsteps were a warning signal. What if it was him? What if he knew? Quickly, she shoved all of her papers down under her arms, attempting to cover all of the words.

"H-hello!" she piped cheerfully, blushing without even looking at who had approached, "you startled me."

Love was stirring in her heart and in her eyes, not even her nervous tittering could mask that.

« on: 08/15/2015 at 00:12 »

1945 / An overture of hope •••
« on: 08/13/2015 at 16:33 »
Hi there!

My name is Bryn! I am an international affairs major at the university of Helsinki (finland), so I travel quite a bit. I speak English, Finnish, French, Italian and Polish; if you speak any of these, pls talk to me, I need practice <3. An American girl, I was born and raised in Michigan. When I am at my apartment in Helsinki, I work the night shift as a barista/bartender.

Despite my absence from my home for the majority of the year, my garden is a precious artifact that I treasure. I love plants so, so much. Currently, I'm back in the U.S., visiting family and whatnot.

My three cats have joint parents of myself and my close friend. Chewbacca, Lady Macbeth and Spaghetti are my babies. <3 <3 <3

I am obsessed with all things X-men, especially Nightcrawler. I dream in comic book format. Like most people on this site -I'd hope- I adore Harry Potter and all things magic.

I'm an actress and during the summer months, I generally travel with several different thespian groups.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE coding and thanks to the abundance of requests (check out my shop), I've been getting better and better at it. I joined the site early spring(or winter), I don't remember.

The characters:
Séraphine Mousseau -  6th year
Percival Hartwood - Librarian
Otto Fowl - Wanderer
Stanley Leonard Antcliff - my newest orphan baby
Amelia Hartwood - Séra's mother(also a nazi, oops)

If you are interested in working with any of my characters, message me <3.

1945 / hopeless truths | Mavis
« on: 08/06/2015 at 03:49 »
June 15th, 1945; 3:38pm

It was a breathtaking day, and a perfect one to spend out of the darkness. The sky was beckoning for campers to come out and play. Clouds swirling and dancing their way over the land, the sun shone in all of it's glory. Grass lightly rustling in the breeze, the whole meadow shone with dewy magic. It was a sight to see.

Maybe that's what made it such a perfect place to think, or perhaps it was just the prospect of solitude.

Her already shaky world had been flipped outside. Just a few months previous, boy problems were the only big issues in her life; but in a matter of days, Séraphine found betrayal from all corners. Frightening enough that Nazis were masquerading as teachers, it was even more startling to learn that mother dear was also involved with the bad guys. Things like a misplaced kiss were mundane in face of death.

Knees pressed against her chest, Phine's eyes followed the clouds as they made their way through her vision. Hair blowing like the surrounding grass, she was in a distant world, far off in a castle. Imagination was a beautiful thing.

The alarm in her mind went off as soon as footsteps registered in her range. Instinctively, her hand slipped to clutch her wand before her head flicked back.

It was just a camper, a young girl.

"Oh... Hello," she chirped, visibly relieved,  "sorry, I'm a bit overcautious these days."

1945 / shop for all the ducklings (coding/graphics/avies)
« on: 08/05/2015 at 03:51 »

For the ducks

plot pages, graphics, etc.
Hey, I've recently gotten into making graphics and coding and what not, so help entertain my artistic curiousity. And please please please, be specific if you want something specific!

Please note that my shop is only open in the summer, but if you need coding or avvies during term, you can message me!
Fill out this form and I'll get you all set up:
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[span style="font-size:60px; color:#99CCFF; font-family: ostrichsans; letter-spacing:2px; text-transform: none; line-height: 8px"]Duckling[/span]
[center][span style="font-size:12px; font-family: timesnewroman; colour: #99CCFF; letter-spacing:2px; text-transform: Uppercase; line-height: 8px; align: right;"][b]NAME HERE[/b][/span][/center]
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[left][b]Type:[/b] what would you like? (Coding, plot page, graphic, collage, avvie)
[b]Personality:[/b] tell me bout yourself here (ic)
[b]Face claim:[/b] FC here
[b]Theme:[/b] any kind of color/pattern preference or theme stuff here
[b]Text:[/b]any relevant text or nicknames...
[b]Other:[/b] please put any other relevant requests c:[/left]

1945 / ever-changing (séraphine)
« on: 08/04/2015 at 03:33 »
Fifteen ⚜ Gryffindor ⚜ Metamorphmagus ⚜ French

Séraphine Mousseau

Séra was born in the dinky village of Lourmarin, France to a split family. It can be said that she is ever-changing, literally and metaphorically.

At this moment in time, Séraphine is lost. There is no constant in her life; not even her own face can be relied upon. During fifth year, her mother went missing, she went Maxboy-crazy and found a few more pieces of herself. At the end of term, she found out that mother dear was aligned with the Wizarding Nazi party. Ouch.

Séraphine is emotional about a lot, to say the least. And with all of those raging emotions, the changing of her face follows. And with everything going on in the Wizarding World, misery is impending for so many. Despite this, she is an optimist, always attempting to make light of any situation thrown at her. Yet nobody is always happy.

15 years old and aloof, Phine is the queen of curiousity, a master at getting distracted. Her head is perpetually trapped in the clouds; there isn't a whole lot that doesn't fly right over her head.

Despite her kind surface, she is a very secretive person, a closed book. Séraphine's emotions are constantly changing and a mystery to herself and those around her. Rarely does she express how she feels. When faced with extreme emotions, her shifting can't be controlled, throwing her into a never-ending loop of morphing.

Her love of animals is obvious, with all the animals she sneak into the Gryffindor common room she had at home. Chompy, her rat, can often be caught perched on her shoulder or wildly scurrying around East Bailey. Thunderstorms (and bombs) are a huge fear of hers, rendering her immobile and usually underneath something.

Despite her usual silence, sarcasm and clever quips come naturally for Séraphine. Generally, she keeps her comments to herself for fear of not being understood through her accent.

Generally a good student, her stubbornness often causes her to lag behind. Séraphine has played the cello nearly her entire life and loves music. She enjoys wandering in the woods, watching the sky pass above her and finding interesting things. She can usually be found anywhere secluded and full of nature, or practicing on the Quidditch pitch.

Where do you fall?

The big yes
friend, relative, crush, romance
        The big no
        rival, dislike, frenemy, opponent
The so-so
acquaintances, schoolmates, teammates, other

Curious ⚜ Aloof ⚜ Stubborn ⚜ Witty
Made by yours truly c;

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[color=#660000][b][size=10pt]who are you?[/size][/b] write a bit about yourself here (ic)


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1945 / 8 days a week (but actually 7)
« on: 08/03/2015 at 16:20 »
Greetings babes and more babes,
 I will likely be absent for a bit. I've been working two jobs for a while now, but now I'm up to 7 days a week for each, so my time is a bit strained. I still love you all and if you want to plot, just message me!


This affects Séra, Perci, Otto and all my other charities in progress.

(Séraphine (Quidditch) takes priority.)

1944 / Dark endeavors (Gary)
« on: 04/27/2015 at 20:59 »
Séraphine's eyes still had yet to adjust to the darkness of the caves, but still she trekked on. When she happened upon the caves, she figured that nothing truly bad could happen, right? Definitely no chance of her getting lost, or eaten by some strange creature. Who knew what kind of monsters dwelled in Wonderland?

Séraphine rounded another corner. Part of her mind insisted that she continue her adventure; she rarely did things like this. But the other part of her mind (and the rat perched on her shoulder) urged her to return to the entrance. If only it were that simple: she didn't know where the entrance was anymore.

It was so dark. Darker than any place she'd been to before. She suspected that when (and if) she exited the cave, she'd be blinded by the sun. The occasional drip of water echoed off of the rock walls; along with Chompy's chattering teeth, the two were the only sounds that could be heard.

But that all ended when the sound of footsteps neared.

"Who's there?" she called, slightly scared.

Chompy's claws sunk into her shoulder, betraying the fear he shared with her. If only she had her wand, a simple Lumos could have made the whole endeavor so much simpler. What was she thinking, coming in here all alone but for her pet rat? The footsteps continued but no voice replied.

"I know there is someone there," she called," just come out now."

1944 / A disheveled rat's paradise (Travis)
« on: 04/27/2015 at 20:19 »
The grass tickled Séraphine's arms, causing her to wiggle around in attempts to evade the uncomfortable feeling. All she could hear was the rustling of the grass, the rushing of a nearby stream and Chompy, munching on everything in his sight.

Occasionally, she would feel his tiny feet as they dragged over her, his tiny teeth nibbling on her fingers or toes. The rat surely loved to chomp, which earned him his name. As the tiny rodent scampered about, she couldn't help but long for her cat, Chauncey. She regretted not bringing him back to Hogwarts with her, but surely her mother needed the company more than she did. After all, perhaps it was fate that led her to meet the two boys giving out free rats at camp. At least she wasn't alone anymore.

Nothing had been the same since the war had begun. Her mother had grown distant in her fight to remain hidden in their war-ridden country and it didn't help Séraphine's mind to ease that they hardly were able to exchange letters. Those letters constantly sent between Hogwarts and France had been her lifeline during her first few years at Hogwarts. Fathoming a year of school with hardly any contact with mother was impossible. And, to top it all off, she didn't have her beloved pet with her. At least Chompy had thus far proven himself to be a good companion.

A rustling in the grass broke her dazed thought, an idea of who it could be already tracing itself in her mind. The person in question and her always did have a habit of encountering one another in strange situations. In this one, she lay on the ground, grass in her hair and burrs on her clothes, Chompy scampering around and squeaking. She was probably quite a sight to a bystander; a disheveled sight, that is.

"So, we meet again," she said casually, a smile twitching itself onto her lips.

1944 / Finland-bound
« on: 04/22/2015 at 01:33 »
   Hi there everyone, Bryn here! I'm still learning the ropes around here but for the people I do thread with; I apologize for any present and future delayed responses. Tomorrow, I'll be leaving New York for my new home: Finland! The next two weeks will be packed for me with settling in, but I'll be on from time to time. I'll try to do my best to answer anything, but shoot me a message if you think I've forgotten a thread.
                                                      Happy rping!  8)

(This will be written entirely in French, so warning)

1944 / Plants
« on: 04/15/2015 at 04:02 »
Hello! I'd like to introduce myself, as I'd like to spend lots of time here although I'm still in the process of getting the hang of things. My name is Bryn (Not Bryan) and I am extremely new to this site and forum rp. As much as I prefer the fictional world at times, I adore life. My interests vary a lot: I'm an actress who adores creative writing, tending gardens and politics. I am somewhat of a wanderer, letting myself be carried with the wind, often leaving me in ditches or lost, but it's a lifestyle that works for me. I occasionally travel with a Shakespearean reparatory company and am currently involved in 3 productions. I am absolutely obsessed with Game of Thrones and honestly I feel as though I could talk for days about it. I collect comic books, my favorite superhero ever is Nightcrawler from the avenger, but other favorites include Spider-Man (superior) and Firestar. But don't get me started on Watchmen. I love Tolkien and more specifically the Hobbit. I guess I like a lot of things, so I'll try and mix it up a bit; I despise shoes, standardized testing and I am bitterly terrified of mimes. I hope I have the chance to rp with all of you and I will hopefully have more characters as time continues. Thanks for reading, fellow writers!

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