[Skoomacat]

username:skoomacat
pronouns:he/him
name:kuro
personality:kuro is playful and childish and is sad that he looks so menacing
he wishes to make friends so he does the best he can to be sweet
he makes things for the ones he loves and does all he can to find love
Other stuff?:
random links that they would like;
house of memories by p!atd
pet that doggo
so many corgi
poem:The Bat
By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
He likes the attic of an aging house.

His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.

He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.

But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:

For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.
—Theodore Roethke

[lunarchy]

Mark

[Nero The Corgi King]

username: Nero the Corgi King
pronouns: He/Him/His
name: Dmitri
personality: Dmitri is quiet and prefers to keep to himself, though he is like a ticking time bomb. One wrong move could set him off and instead of your calm collected cuddly Dmitri you will have a raging monster.
Other stuff?: Dmitri has learned to control his anger for the most part but he still has a lot of work to do to get his anger issues to a better place.
poem:
Incantations:
When the leaves, by thousands thinned,
A thousand times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim, reechoing night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like ghosts of lost delight
O’er highest earth and lowest sky;
Then, Autumn, work thy witchery!

Strew the ground with poppy-seeds,
And let my bed be hung with weeds,
Growing gaunt and rank and tall,
Drooping o’er me like a pall.
Send thy stealthy, white-eyed mist
Across my brow to turn and twist
Fold on fold, and leave me blind
To all save visions in the mind.
Then, in the depth of rain-fed streams
I shall slumber, and in dreams
Slide through some long glen that burns
With a crust of blood-red ferns
And brown-withered wings of brake
Like a burning lava-lake;—
So, urged to fearful, faster flow
By the awful gasp, “Hahk! hahk!” of the crow,
Shall pass by many a haunted rood
Of the nutty, odorous wood;
Or, where the hemlocks lean and loom,
Shall fill my heart with bitter gloom;
Till, lured by light, reflected cloud,
I burst aloft my watery shroud,
And upward through the ether sail
Far above the shrill wind’s wail;—
But, falling thence, my soul involve
With the dust dead flowers dissolve;
And, gliding out at last to sea,
Lulled to a long tranquillity,
The perfect poise of seasons keep
With the tides that rest at neap.
So must be fulfilled the rite
That giveth me the dead year’s might;
And at dawn I shall arise
A spirit, though with human eyes,
A human form and human face;
And where’er I go or stay,
There the summer’s perished grace
Shall be with me, night and day.

[~Soul~]

Username: ~Soul~
Name: Dorian
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He / Him


Play List

Death of a Bachelor
Emperor's New Clothes
Centuries
Irresistible

Dorian is a well refined and educated man that has over the years of his life, focused on the beauty of this world. He had taken the time to enjoy fine art, playing the piano and drawing. Though he has only dabbled in painting with oils as a hobby, Dorian strives to be a renaissance man. On his free time is opens his mind with reading literature and poetry and understanding the great play writes such as Shakespeare. Dorian is also someone how prides himself on manors along with education. Though at times his pride gets in line of what he should do and how he should act towards others. Some times he feels as though he knows it all and that whom ever is arguing with him has no clue who they are talking to. Dorian dose his best to be an over all good guy and willing to help in his own unique way, though may those he help not know it was his.

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Spirits of the Dead
Edgar Allan Poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness -- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee -- and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.

For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given --
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --
Now are visions ne'er to vanish --
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more -- like dew-drop from the grass:

The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token --
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! --

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Dorian's home is something that reflexes a great deal of who he's
and what he enjoys. There is a Lager study that Dorian spends a
great deal of his free time. He enjoys to read poetry and other
literature. One of his most favorite poems is By Edgar Allen Poe,
Spirits of the Dead. He also loves to read it every year around the
witching hour on Halloween, around 3 am.

The house over all is really a large manor, with a great deal of
sitting rooms, parlors, and its fair share of ballrooms. Though
Dorian can be disagreeable at times, many agree his parties are
to die for, and specially his Halloween masquerade ball. He
enjoys not necessarily showing off his wealth but bring others
together. It's a great way to meet new friends and enjoy the
company of those you may already know.

Dorian's Room is a large Master Suite which has a mini art studio
built in so he can stay up late painting when he is struck with
inspiration. Along with tall windows and a balcony. He loves to
have them open and enjoy the cool brisk air and the sounds of
nature. Attached to his room is a Master Bath that allows him
to take long bubble baths that relax him when he is overly
stressed. He may be prideful but he loves a good bubble bath
with floral oils and fancy candles.

Dorian also have a large greenhouse that is attached to the
manor. He has a passion for having plants in his house, they
bring a scene of life and a feel to the manor. He tends to
spend time sketching plants when takeing his afternoon tea.

[Skoomacat]

good luck everyone
(it said it closes today so yeet)

[doryphoros]

gl!!

[Neon sparks]

the counter got a little messed up, its ment to be closeing at 10 PM not am. so if anyone wants to edit your still able to untill 10PM EST - thats about 5 hours from now

[Casperphobia]

Oh good! I was hoping to get at least one more picture in there!

[Neon sparks]

and our winner is! ~Soul~
i loved the unique turn you took with him.

HM's go to
Pitch1226 - in second place
Wileyfangs - in third
and Skoomacat - in fourth

great job everyone! and i hope you all had a great halloween

[Wolfypoof]

Congrats c: