Diary Entry

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Antics 9-12 to 19-10 [image heavy]

You know the drill.
Aletheia's picture

Dreams

I Has Returned!

Hi! Yes, I know I haven't been active in a while... My dad's computer shut down for a while so I had to leave, and now-I'm Back! And I'm now 11! C'ya In The Forst!
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Early Riser

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Lemon's Journal -- September

Rather than creating an entirely new blog entry for each journal entry, I thought I'd simply create a blog once a month, to keep multiple entries in one place. I will have a separate entry for her rut journals -- these are her personal diaries. c:

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Tell me why I feel so sad .:Pavil's rut blog:. So sad, amen.


small coding things (c) Vandettta, since I can't code worth a damn ;;
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And we all leave...

Soon it won't be so many left in the forest, I mean, it's many new deers and those who were active before that left. It's not bad but many Dindras friends left her...

" Didn't we go too far...? " ( violence/blood warning )

Violence/blood warning!
The Story of Yorii and Waarhijd. Pictures by Nopje, writing by Custard.
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ScreenScreenScreeeens. Yaynay.


Rip doesn't seem thrilled.
Cut: *flutters his long fake-lashes-


Cut: Ahm. A seat.
Kaoori: Yes.
Rip: L-let me go! >8|


Woo, itsa street performance!


CrowCut: -explodes in the middle-


Cut: Let's play a train, come on, kid, join us!
Rip: S-stop it now! O-or I have to h-hurt you! ö__ö
Kid: lawl kewl. =D


Cut: Now now darling, how about some hot chocolate~?
Rip: Please... please disappear, you stupid transvestite.


Rip is not impressed of Cut's attempts to be scary.


Far in the future men are wearing tights and Ripmobiles fly!


Rip: C-Cut... they're everywhere... ö__ö
Cut: Argh, no! I ain't yer dad, go home!


Cut: -rolls over-


Watching some sports.


Cut: Lets fight and get bloody and then we're real kewl badasses, yo.
Marcus: Kay let's do it, yo.


The horrors of meeting your other self. As twice as big.


Fawn Roll, Fawn Roll, Do the Fawn, Fawn Roll.
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