Merry Christmas Everyone! Thanks for playing along in this year's OCSS! Submit your gifts if you haven't already, or note your SS that it's on the way!
And don't forget, save some cash for The Drowned. Comes out Jan 3rd!~
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And...JUST IN CASE there are zombies: [link]
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Other gifts I've received so far. This is AWESOME!!
This one's a SUPER cute Muro comment: [link]
And for the SW Secret Santa I got this awesome shizzle:
Loooove the way Koda's outfit is done.
And look below. MORE SS gives are flooding in! Yee haw.
- - - GIFT -O- RAMA! GIFT PILE!!!
's psychic Nala's gift to *WriterOfStuff
's notorious vamp:
's Ete's gift to *SleepyKiks
's char Sleepy Kicks. Socks lol!
's gift to ~bluemagix
Ete's GiftGreg switched the engine off as the black Daimler Maybach Landaulet came to a smooth stop at the kerb of his destination. Needlessly he checked both the address showing on the satnav system mounted on the dash and that on the crumpled piece of paper on the passenger seat next to him. Grunting in satisfaction he turned to look at the property he'd soon be entering, his jeans scrunching on the new cream leather.
Across the sidewalk, shining wetly under the full moon after the rainstorm earlier that evening, an open railing fence curved in a semi-circle following the road for a while before being replaced by thick fir hedging. Greg's attention
's odd but gentlemanly kelpie man guy gave ~Kira73
's sexy witch this:
My boy Toric gave this to *TarienCole
's gypsy gal Aishe:
Merry Christmas AisheIt was Christmas Eve on the moon.
It was the night of the Lunar Gala, a celebration for all thick of pocketbook and Christian of demeanor. John Toric and his captain Darcy Blanch were technically neither, but they walked amongst the crowds headed towards the ballroom nonetheless. Festive cheer covered the lunar atrium, transforming the white simplicity of Port Tranquility into a bustling, caroling, cinnamon-scented arena of civilized frivolity and good will toward mankind.
Toric, not technically a true citizen of what might consider 'mankind,' was having an admittedly difficult time partaking in the mirth. F
's sexy witch gave my sexy Toric THESE babies:
's Aure gave *Kuching-sama
's Robbie this:
's Raden gave ~DEMurray
's hitman Peck this:
's fire spirit Aishar's gift to ~Solaris-Ember
From Ashar to VladimirWake up. Listen.
Those words nudged themselves into his sleepy mind and floated there, whispering and chiming.
He opened his eyes with a start and yet felt that he hadn't opened them.
"A dream," he muttered and tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep, that sweet dark abyss denying the thoughts wich had been troubling him lately.
A dream, the voice agreed. And yet, reality. There's something you have to do, Ashar.
"What," whispered the fire-spirit, anxious that he might awaken his master sleeping beside him.
There is a man, a man you have to give a gift to.
Youth's expression was so bewildered, that the voice in his mind giggled li
's gal-named-Charlie's gift to `Mithgariel
's future rocker guy Robby's gift to ~StuartLohe
's ancient fire spirit Aishar. Lawl.
Secret Santa: Ashar and RobbieRobbie glanced at the address on the note in his hand and then up at the door. It was definitely the place, but it seemed so unlikely that this was where Ashar lived. Why would the person, or spirit to be precise, that saved all of their lives live in a dump of an apartment block like this?
Carefully shifting the large box under his arm, Robbie knocked on the door. He fluffed his long brown hair with one hand and yawned. He was always tired after a gig, but the supernatural attack and ensuing mayhem left him exhausted, as the circles under his eyes showed.
The door was yanked open a bit, revealing a slice of a lean tanned face with suspicio
's humble painter Vlad's gift to *keyanadrake
Secret SantaThis is the poor part of town, not quite slums, but far from being the palace district. I usually avoided the area. So many desperate people lived there and I preferred to avoid any risk of having my possessions stolen. Today, however, I had little choice. I had been commissioned by a lesser noble that was responsible for the area. From what I had seen of the place, he wasn't doing a very good job.
I was feeling slightly lost as I wandered the dank streets. The directions I had been given seemed to be leading me nowhere and I was beginning to think that I would have to give up and head home. Commission be damned. Dropping onto a nearby bench
's psycho emo Mando warrior lady gave ~sarraphine
's kelpie Martin this:
Martin McGee, I have a gift...Zav paced forward to the edge of the river, a quiet figure in dark leather, the night wind stirring the sleeves and trailing hem of her surcoat. She glanced around, seeing nothing, and spoke to the darkness, quietly so that her voice would not carry to any unseen and unlighted dwelling or traveler.
"Martin McGee, I bring you a gift."
She could not have said why she had chosen to participate in such a foolish tradition; she wished for nothing but the impossible in return, and any meaningless trinket she did receive would likely be cast aside at the most convenient opportunity. Perhaps it was because she missed interaction with anyone who w
's luck wizard Talent gave *TheBrokenBride
's Charlie this:
This is the worst bar in Scorn. Ask Buzzard, he'll tell you.
"The hell you find these places, Talent? It'll take me years to scrub the dried puke off my shoes." As he says this, his beard is glistening from his last pull of his eighteenth tankard of Garish Black. Tell you the truth, Buzzard's butt was wearing a trench in that chair long before my great-grandfather was kicking the inside of my great-great-grandmother's belly. My theory is that Buzz passed out drunk about four hundred years ago, and they just built the city around him.
He also doesn't wear shoes. I've learned to avoid looking directly at his feet if I want to keep my appetite
's psycho psychic Zach gave `Memnalar
's Talent this:
The Gift of LivingFrom Zach Karson to Talent
So you believe in luck, eh? What a crock.
Sugarcoat it any way you like, Master Talent. Call it "probability". Call it "magic". The truth is it's all bullshit. People make their luck, not have it presented in gift wrap. It's the I that giveth, the I that taketh away. There's no spiritual, mystical, numinous, hocus-pocus in my world. Got it? Yes, I admit, Zachary Karson does have a few coins of his own rolling across his knucklesmetaphorically speaking, as it were. But unlike you, Talent, I don't make the mistake of thinking anyone or anything is in control other than yours truly.
In my world, they call me a
's Romani Aishe gave *denlm
's Zach this:
- - - Secret Santa Original Character Project, 2010 aka, a guaranteed present from someone whos awesomeContents:
II. How This Works
. a. Getting Started: Entry Times & Notification
. b. Santa's Workshop: working times
. c. Gift-o-Rama: Gift giving times
III. Quick FAQ
IV. Current Entrants INTRO:
We al have original characters. And man, do they make a mess of our brains.
Is your OC dying to get out for the holidays? Begging for recognition when youre firmly putting your foot down? I have the thing for you, then, because not only will your OC get some sun, you wont be trapped in plot-quicksand trying to figure out how to appease them!
Secret Santas are already a well-known social device to liven up boring offices, groups of schoolmates, or a way to keep old friends together. You enter, and are given a name that you keep a secret until the 24th - at that point, you approach them with your gift! And of course hilarity ensues.
This is the same idea, but between original characters. HOW THIS WORKS:
November 29th through December 10th
Note me with your character, or multiple characters.
Template for submission:Entrant:
(that's the OC)Description:
(Likes, dislikes, basic personality, basic history, anything you think would be helpful to ensure your character gets the perfect gift)Notification:
December 11th 12th
All entrants will be notified via note on December 18th on the identity of their Secret Santa, along with the character information, identity of the deviant, and all appropriate links they might include. SANTAS WORKSHOP: Working Time:
December 12th - December 24th
That gives only 13 days
to produce a body of work you think that character would like!
Bodies of work include prose, visual art, photography, artisan crafts
(if youre ballsy enough to mail them out), manipulations,
basically anything within reason that DA has a category for!
The gift can be your two characters together, just the gift, the act of giving the present, using the present, anything really, it's up to interpretation.
Be sure to also take into account that its your character
giving the gift, not you, as much as you may have in common with your four-armed fire breathing snake spider from Mars.
A thoughtful gift is a kind gift, give the assassins guns, give the ballerinas puppies. But creativity is never unwanted. A homicidal ballerina may want an uzi.
Remember, gifts dont have to be huge and elaborate. Part of the holiday season is putting thoughtfulness into a present, showing appreciation, and having fun! GIFT-O-RAMA!
Gift Giving Bonanza!
December 24th - 25th
Upload your gift to your gallery!
Note your Secret Santa with a link to your gift!
Notify me via journal response or note about the entry! Quick F.A.Q.:
1. Can I enter more than one character?
Sure. But limit it to one or two, and remember, for every character you enter, they have to give a gift. If you want to do three, thats three presents you have to make.
2. Can I submit my presents early?
If youre going out of town or will be busy, sure! But if you can spare the time, submitting them on Christmas eve is very spiriting. Early however is better than late.
3. Can I use a real character? Like Darth Vader?
Sure! If you have no ocs, or are sick of them all, pick your favorite fandom. Though it would be greatly appreciated if you had an OC to keep in the spirit of the event: creativity.
4. Can my present be slutty?
Sure! Sex-ba-bomb it up, just make sure the recipient isnt a kid.
5. Do I have to be your friend to enter?
Not really, random visitor. We welcome you into our arms!
6. RANDOM OTHER QUESTION:
Ask and you shall receive non-sarcastic answer! I promise. Idiots. jk, jk. Current Santas:
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