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Please WATCH the group ^^ / Porfavor denle WATCH al grupo ^^
> Members are automatically aproved. And can subbmit art in faves, and all the folders exept 'features'.
> Contributors need the admin aprove.
> Features are closed for the public, but you can participate in the contest or mini events for win a Feature. Or make a special fanart for a special date and be featured.
> News & events are announced in the blog entries. The same for the contest, mini events, memes, etc.
The rules can be change whit the pass of time, if the grop grow much and I'll be better to handle it XD
[Srry if my english is strange, my original languaje is the spanish, I have to learn more of it]
> Miembros son automaticamente aprovados. Pueden subir arte en faves, todas las carpetas menos 'features'.
> Contributors necesitan ser aprovados por el admin.
> Features esta cerrada al publico, pero puedes participar en los contest o mini eventos para ganar una feature. O hacer un fanart especial para alguna fecha especial y ser featureado.
> Noticias & eventos son anunciadas en las entradas del Blog. Lo mismo para los concursos, mini eventos, memes, etc.
Las reglas pueden cambiar con el paso del tiempo, si el grupo crece y yo aprendo a manejar mejor esto XD
The Diary of Wolfram von BielefieldAuthor's Note: I needed this. I REALLY needed this. ANYTHING to get me away from Love and Toys so I can actually THINK! D: This is terrible that I can't work on something many people are waiting for Well, anyway, this story is inspired by the play The Diary of Anne Frank. My language class just finished reading it in our textbooks and I was like, "Oh man, it's over ?" I grew attached to that play so much, I want to see it on Broadway. Oh well, maybe some other time. ^^The Diary of Wolfram von Bielefield by HeavenLightYukiko
Rating: PG 13ish?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the very few and unimportant filler OCs. Not the anime. Not the main characters.
The young king felt frozen inside. His heart fluttered erratically when he saw his favorite soldier, his husband, in such a horrible condition. Sweat dripping down his porcelain cheeks, dull emerald eyes, and matted golden hair that haloed around is head.
It was not a good sight. Not at all. Or, maybe it was, depending on how it was looked at.
Wolfram was in pain, oh, so m
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