| Welcome to Refia. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Sneaky SLytherins; Starring Ginny-Sue and Hermione-Sue | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 21 2008, 08:05 AM (400 Views) | |
| MackenzieW | Sep 21 2008, 08:05 AM Post #1 |
![]()
Resident Time Lady
|
Title: Draco Attracts Gryffindor Girls Author: MackenzieW Genre: Humor/MST/Horror Text based on: Sneaky SLytherins by sinsrfun10 Rating: T Characters: The gang, Voldemort, Lucius, Draco, Ginny-Sue, Hermione-Sue, Harry, Ron, Blaise "Zabaini" Summary: After "The Prince and the Servant," Voldemort decides to send his prisoners a Harry Potter fanfiction. In it, Ginny is dating Draco while Hermione is dating Blaise. But it seems Draco and Hermione have some feelings for each other. Meanwhile, Harry and Ron decide since their respective girlfriends are seeing Slytherins, they'll just date each other. Warnings: Slash on the author's part. Me, I'm Harry-Ginny all the way and have a Hermione-Snape guilty pleasure. Strong language. I've been doing a few stories where the author believes they have to curse every chapter. Narrator: A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… Mackenzie: That’s the Star Wars prologue. Narrator: Which one? A New Hope? Mackenzie: It’s Star Wars. Not “A New Hope” Narrator: Sorry. Anyway…Last week in your own galaxy, a young fanfiction author and reader decided to spork a badfic. Unfortunately, her friend accidentally said the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A pack of Death Eaters promptly kidnapped her and her other companions and brought them to their master. Mackenzie: Aren’t you dead? Voldemort: Shut up. Narrator: He decided that as their punishment, they would be locked up in some remote room in Malfoy Manor and be forced to read badfics for an undetermined amount of time. These poor saps are: Mackenzie, our heroine. Mac: Hey, Moldy-Voldy. Remus Lupin, recently departed werewolf Remus: But I’m not a ghost? Sai, the Ronin Warrior of Trust with a fascination with sea life Sai: I’ve got my fish now! Quatre, the youngest Gundam pilot Quatre: This isn’t good. Erik, the Phantom of the Opera Erik: Will…get…revenge…on…Phantom’s Ange. Octavius, a talking penguin Octavius: You gotta problem with that? And occasionally joined by Jareth, the Goblin King. Jareth: Voldemort and I go way back. Will they get out alive? Mackenzie: I hope so. Only time will tell. Mackenzie walked into Voldemort’s parlor, clutching Legoals close. The room was a lovely shade of red, surprisingly, and had bookshelves filled with books bounded with dark covers. Lucius showed her to a wooden seat, a tea tray was set up nearby. “The Dark Lord will be with you shortly,” he said, reminding her of the receptionists her alter ego has been dealing with on her job hunt. A few minutes after Lucius left the room, Voldemort entered. He smiled, causing Mackenzie to shudder. “Good afternoon, Mackenzie,” he said, sitting down. “Some tea?” “Do you have any hot chocolate?” she asked. Voldemort shook his head. “Okay, lightly seeped, a little milk and sugar please.” Voldemort nodded and one of the house elves prepared two cups of tea. “I see you have another mini-balrog,” he said, taking the cup from the tray. “Thank you,” Mackenzie said to the house elf as he handed her her cup. “And yes. His name is Legoals. Caithdadz accidentally created him.” Voldemort nodded. “What do you think we should do with him and how much damage has he already caused?” “Keep him as a friend for Aragoran and just a little singeing of the theater.” “I see,” Voldemort responded. “Well, I’ll have to consider this, Mackenzie. But now the real reason why you are here. How would you rate your experience here?” “What’s the scale?” “One to ten. One means it’s horrifying, ten means it’s great.” “Oh, okay. Negative ten.” “Huh, that’s the same rating Remus gave. Sai ranked it a negative twelve, Erik a negative thousand, Quatre a negative nine, Jareth a two and Octavius zero. Interesting.” “Is that it?” “No,” he responded. “What would you say was the worst story you MST-ed for me?” Mackenzie thought. “I would have to say a tie between Law and Order: The Hannah Montana Story and Two Hearts, One Soul.” “Well, there was a general consensus on that one.” “It was bad.” “I’d thought What the Heck? would rate higher,” Voldemort commented. “It’s number three, but compared to those two, it’s the lesser of two evils.” “Interesting, interesting. Now, do you have any fandoms you wish to MST?” “Err, no, not really.” “I see, I see. Well then, Mackenzie, I think this was very informative. I will see what I can do about Legoals. You are free to go,” Voldemort said, writing everything down. “Umm, okay, thanks,” Mackenzie replied, standing up. She patted Legoals’ head before picking the mini-balrog up. “Oh, and Mackenzie?” “Yes?” “Tell the others you have a new story. From Harry Potter.” Mackenzie just stared as Voldemort smiled. She sighed and turned to leave. Just a moments before reaching the door, she fell through a trap door. Voldemort continued to sip his tea as he heard a scream. “FLUFFY! NO! DOWN! DAMN IT, WHERE’S MY IPOD WHEN I NEED IT?” A few hours, bruises and her favorite shirt in need of a washer and sewing kit, Mackenzie stomped down the hallway. Upon reaching the Remote Room of Doom, she was set upon by her curious roommates. “Well?” “Well, it was the same as yours I guess. Though thanks for not warning me about the CEREBUS,” Mackenzie said. “And we’re keeping Legoals while Voldemort figures out what to do with him.” “Sorry, but we were under a spell!” Quatre explained. “Don’t bother with apologies, what about our next story?” Octavius said. “And my request?” Sai added. “I’m not telling you,” she said, pulling one a new shirt. “Since you could’ve at least warned me to wear a different shirt.” The guys groaned. This seemed to be the cue for the siren because it blasted its shrill call while casting the room in a green glow. The guys looked at Mackenzie, who just walked up to the bookcase. “We’ve got badfic sign!” Sai yelled over the din. The bookcase slid open and everyone ran through to the theater. *Everyone takes their seats.* Mac: Looks like Jareth won’t be joining us again. Erik: His loss. What’s the title? Mac: Sneaky SLytherins by sinsrfun10. Remus: Great. A Harry Potter fanfiction. Wonderful. You knew, didn’t you? Mac: I plead the Fifth. Erik: She knew. Hey guys its the author. I don't really remember writing this but I know I did. Mac: That’s…not good. Sai: Please don’t subject us to your drunk writing. Nothing you recognize belongs to me. Quatre: But what if we recognize nothing? She walked in. Remus: Who is she? Octavius: Probably some Mary Sue. the room erupted in a cacophony of shouting, catcalls, whistles and groans. She smiled at her best friends and gradually made her way over to them. "What are you wearing, 'Mione?" Mac: Wait, wait, wait. They are catcalling HERMIONE? Remus: Bwah? "Nothing special," she said with a short glance at her clothes. "Why?" "Because…every other bloke in here is staring at your arse," Harry said leaning in to make his point clear. Sai: I think they’re a bit surprised to figure out they were catcalling Hermione Granger. Quatre: I think she has toilet paper stuck there. Mac: Shared point Sai and Quatre. She laughed. "I'm so glad you two came out last year. Erik: Way to change the subject, Hermione. Remus: Wait, who came out? Otherwise Molly would still be forcing Ginny and I onto you two," Hermione said with a bright smile at her boys. All: Harry and Ron are GAY? Mac: Someone took that Soup mockmercial a little too seriously. "Now, 'Mione that’s not fair. Mum would still be pushing Harry at one of us…. I'm just happy he chose me." "Oh, Ron…" *All try not to gag. For some reason, their reflex has been worn out.* The rest of her sentence was lost when she met my gaze. Sai: Who is this first person narrator? She quickly walked over to where I was, glared, then whispered, "Where is Ginny supposed to be this time?" "With you at the movies tonight," I quickly whispered back. Remus: If they are in Hogwarts, how would they go to the movies? You don’t just walk out of the school. Besides, Ginny has only been to the movies once, when she was little. But that was a disaster. Mac: How do you know this? Remus: Molly delights in telling the story as proof why her husband should not be allowed near Muggles. Mac: Ahh. "Okay Drake," I glared. "Sorry, Draco. I forgot only Ginny can call you Drake," she smirked. All: What? Remus: Ginny Weasley dating Draco Malfoy? I think I hear Arthur and Molly screaming from here. Sai (listening): I think it might be Lucius. I think he’s outside. Mac: Drake? Drake? "Enough Granger. Shouldn't you be in his bed submitting to his every whim?" Quatre: Who is this man? Mac: Are we going to have to throw Quatre out? SLAP Octavius: Well, we’re already starting out with violence. Can’t be too bad then. Erik: Point Octavius. "Fuck, Granger! What the bloody hell was that for!" I exploded. How dare she fucking slap me. I was only kidding. Mac: Here’s a thought—lay off the fucking curse words! Sai: Cursing is the sign of an immature writer. She stalked back to her friends, only turning back to glare and nod at me. Quatre: Hold on, why haven’t we questioned why Draco is in the Gryffindor Common Room? Remus: I think it was the shock from Ron and Harry’s outing. Quatre: Ah. If it weren't for her, Ginny would be grieving over my mangled body as a result of Ginny's seven brothers; Gertrude: Colon. Bill, Charlie, the Twins, Percy, Ron and Harry fucking Potter-Weasley. Remus: His middle name is James. Mac: And even if he were gay—and JK Rowling has made it quite clear he’s not—he wouldn’t take Ron’s last name. But the great thing is, Ginny is helping Granger see her Slytherin too. Though I never would have put Granger and Zabaini together. All: Who? What do you think? All: Umm… Should I continue or should I leave it at a oneshot? All: One shot! One shot! *Doors unlock and everyone runs out.* |
|
You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
![]() |
|
| MackenzieW | Sep 22 2008, 06:36 AM Post #2 |
![]()
Resident Time Lady
|
"Thought the Last Chapter Was Confusing? Get A Load of This!" *Everyone returns.* Remus: Why? Why? Erik: You can come with me on my next appointment with Dr. Stone. Remus: Thanks. Hey I decided that I should continue this fic because, well, I got inspired. Mac: Stay away from the bar! Which reminds me, sorry about Grandma's Stories. I lost my outline and made a new one, then lost that too. And I lost inspiration so there you go. Remus: Lay off the sugar. BTW check out my other fic The Talent Show. All: Umm…no. Name-shifted to that person's p.o.v. thoughts I'll update you guys on how too read the special parts of the fic at the beginning of each chapter. Erik: That is more stupid than An…Ang… Sai: Angey? Erik: Yes. Than her telling us “this means dialogue.” Mac: Point Erik. Enjoy! Hermione That stupid, selfish prat! I know he lets Blaise Remus: Wait, wait, wait. They were referring to Blaise Zabini in the last chapter? use his private dorm and everything but still- he is an effeminate snob and I don't know what Ginny sees in him! Sai: Wait, is Blaise the effeminate snob? Mac: Well, it wouldn’t be too hard. I mean, we didn’t know if Blaise was a boy or a girl until JK Rowling realized the confusion and established he was a boy. Erik: No, I think she’s calling Draco the effeminate snob. Mac: Oh. Lucius (muffled): My son is NOT effeminate. Remus: Notice he doesn’t protest the word “snob.” I thought while vindictively imagining his body as my mutilated dinner. All: Eww. Quatre: Hermione is not a cannibal. I’m surprised she doesn’t go vegetarian because an animal died to be her dinner. "'Mione, what's wrong?" Harry quietly asked, snapping me from my thoughts. "Hmm… oh, nothing Harry. Hey, I'm hanging out with Ginny tonight, so we'll study Charms tomorrow, okay?" "Yeah, okay. Don't forget the four of us need to visit Hagrid on Sunday." Erik: You know, even after Ginny became a member of the D.A., she still wasn’t included on random trips to Hagrid’s house. "Okay. I'll remind Ginny," I replied back, quickly thinking SHIT in the back of my mind. "You'll need to remind Ron." "Yes, mother," he responded, laughing. All: Point? Draco "Blaise, tell your 'kitten' to quit being such a bitch," I implored my best friend as we walked out of the Great Hall. Sai: Don’t tell me Blaise’s pet name for Hermione is “kitten.” "Why?" He began, leaning into me with raised eyebrows. "I like her that way." "Quit being a smart ass," I retorted. "Hey, at least mine never had a crush on the Boy-who-needs-it- up-the-" All: Don’t finish that statement! "Finish that statement and prepare for pain, Blaise," Ginny interjected from behind. All: Thank you, Ginny! "Oooo, what is the little Gryffindor going to do? Give me the Bat Bogey Hex like Draco then date me three years later? I'm sooo scared." Mac: Blaise is pathetic. "No. I'll do worse. I'll tell Hermione," Ginny replied smugly, though a bit too smug for Blaise's tastes. "Really? And if I just let it slip about what you did to her hair last year?" Quatre: Oh my, aren’t they so “evil.” I was confused. Octavius: Join the club. Mac: Point Octavius. So I asked Blaise what he meant, while looking back and forth between my girlfriend and best friend in consternation. Erik: Ooh, big word. Did you need to look that one up? "Oh, Ginny knows. And I covered her ass too." "Can it. Drake, she told you right?" "Yes, and she's coming." The insufferable know-it-all All: What? Mac: This chick can’t write a single non-confusing sentence. Hermione Great, Ginny is with both of them. Fun-bloody-tastic Sai: Funtastic? Mac: Well, it’s not my fan-bloody-tastic. I thought as I spotted one of the more unlikely Trios in Hogwarts. "Hey Gin, don't forget Hagrid's on Sunday." Sai: Sounds like a bar. "Thanks, 'Mione! I totally forgot!" Ginny gushed. Mac: Totally pointless dialogue. Draco Why does Mia look so uncomfortable? Remus: Who the hell is Mia? Mac: Mia…Thermopolis? Oh that’s right; she hates that nickname 'Mione. All: HERMIONE? Mac: It’s a stupid nick name. You can’t get Mia from Hermione. I don't even know who came up with that annoying moniker. Quatre: That’s easy. Sinsrfun10 did! Octavius: Point Quatre. What do you think? Erik: It was short. Sai: It was pointless. Mac: It was confusing. Remus: It was painful. Reveiw! Octavius: No! Nor will we review! Please! All: No! *Everyone leaves.* |
|
You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
![]() |
|
| MackenzieW | Sep 23 2008, 06:08 AM Post #3 |
![]()
Resident Time Lady
|
I Give Up. Fortunately, the Author Does Too. *Everyone returns, Remus clutching his stomach.* Remus: I don’t think I can do this. Sai: Don’t worry, you’re strong. Erik: Besides, it’s not like you’re in this. Remus: But I know these students! Harry’s my best friend’s son! Mac: He’s hardly in it. Besides, I think Lucius is running up the walls because of the portrayal of Draco in this. If it’s driving him batty, it must be good, right? Remus: I guess… Quatre: That’s the spirit. Let’s begin! New chap up! All (flatly): Yay. Anything you recognize is not mine but belongs to JK Rowling and co. Mac: I guess that Co. is Bloombury and Scholastic and Warner Brothers? Hermione is ooc in this story if you didn't already get that. All: Nooo. Octavius: And end sarcasm. Ch.3: Date Night Gone Awry With News Hermione I was in my dorm room getting ready for my date with Blaise, when Lavender and the Patil Twins walked in. Padma gaped at what I was wearing-or lack thereof. All: Remus: Hermione isn’t OOC, she’s been replaced with a pod person pretending to be a slutty, Slytherin loving Hermione. Mac: Point Remus. "What are you wearing?" she asked. "Clothing," was my smart ass reply to her incredibly stupid question. She snapped that she knew that back at me then asked, "Who is it for?" Lav, All: LAV? just tell her," I said, grimacing at her nickname and pulling on a miniskirt to go under my long empire-waist shirt. Mac: Why bother? If she’s wearing a long shirt, the miniskirt would just get covered. "Padma, she's dating a smart, sexy Slytherin seventh year." Remus: Didn’t you read the Hogwarts gossip column? Sai: Point Remus. "Draco?" I snorted at her question. "Why the hell would I date the ferret?" Lucius (muffled): WHAT? Mac: I guess someone doesn’t know what Barty Crouch Jr. did to his son while pretending to be Alastor Moody. "You mean? …. You're dating Blaise? Octavius: Are he and Draco the only Slytherin boys? Mac: No, but Crabbe and Goyle are the only other known seventh years and they aren’t the best looking bunch… Remus: Nor the smartest. Quatre: So Blaise and Draco win by default. You lucky bitch," she said, enviously. Ok, she didn't actually say 'you lucky bitch', but was implied. All: Huh? Octavius: Did she say it or not? Quatre: Inquiring minds want to know! "Thank you, so what do you girls think?" I inquired, turning around for them to admire my outfit. "Hermione you look," Pavarti started, looking at her sister and Lav. "Blaise will drool, fall to his knees, and beg," the three ended together. Sai: We are all one unit. Mac: Wait, what's Padma doing there? Isn't she in a different house all together? "Thank you again girls. By the way, Ginny and I are together watching a movie tonight," I said beginning to leave. "Oh Padma, no telling. Remember Marietta?" She nodded. "Well, my personal secrets are protected by even worse hexes. Got it?" All: Huh? Remus: Once again, that’s not even OOC Hermione, that’s not Hermione Granger. Mac: No, that’s Mia. Whoever the heck that is. "I believe I get it," she said quietly. "Good. Have fun tonight girls," I trilled, Erik: Trilled? Do you know what a trill is? It is to sing or play with a quivering affect, not a synonym for the word “said.” Remus: Once again, stop trying to be fancy! You all just keep failing! carefully skipping down the stairs in my high heels into the empty common room. Draco Shit, Mia should be here already. I can't believe Blaise left me here to deal with her when he went to the library to look for something for MY GIRLFRIEND!Remus: You know for someone who is supposedly dating Ginny, we’ve seen him more with Hermione than her. "What are you stewing about now, Draco?" Mia said, interrupting my plans to torture my best friend. "Blaise said he was going to be late. He is helping Ginny with something," I replied venomously. Quatre (sing-song): Somebody’s jealous! "Oh. Okay…. You know Draco they have been friends since Ginny's second year, when her 'friends' ostracized her for something she had no control over the previous year." All: Bwah? Sai: Didn’t Hermione, Ron and Harry still talk to her? Mac: Yes, and as far as the students were concerned, Ginny was just another victim of whoever opened the Chamber of Secrets. My brain started whirring. I began to out two and two together to equal," She was in the Chamber of Secrets?!" Quatre: Didn’t you read the book? Wow, Hogwarts second smartest boy finally figures it out, she said sarcastically. Mac: But the entire school knew Ginny was taken into the Chamber. They saw the message and then the reports came that Ginny was missing. Sai: Yes, but now the quotation marks are missing. I tried to defend myself. I say tried because she cut me off by laughing as soon as I opened my mouth. She then proceeded to tell me to quit blustering and just comfort Ginny if she ever mentions Tom. *Theater shakes.* Remus: There wasn’t a tense change. Mac: I think it’s Voldemort getting mad at the Suethor using his real name. "Tom?" I asked her, feeling very stupid. Mia quickly took out her wand and wrote in the air with her flowing script: Tom Marvolo Riddle *Theater continues to shake.* Mac: Stop it! Stop it! Octavius: I think I’m going to be sick! She swished her wand and the letters moved to form four new words: I am Lord Voldemort *Everyone just stares and then sighs.* "It was the diary of 16-year-old Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle." All: dun dun DUN! end chapter All: Thank Jo— Octavius: Wait! Pretentious Words from our Author! *All groan* What do you guys think? Erik: I think Voldemort is going to send Nagini after you. Remus: I thought Neville did away with Nagini. Mac: Hey, if Voldemort is still around and you’re still around, who is to say that the snake isn’t around? Remus: True. Reveiw please! Octavius: Joe Jonas, she really does believe it is spelled that way. By the way I totally used JK's method of telling another Voldemort's true identity from HP and the Chamber of Secrets. Remus: Yeah we noticed. Mac: It’s called originality. Get some. *All leave.* Everyone returned to the Remote Room of Doom. Voldemort, Lucius and Legoals were there to greet them. Voldemort and Lucius were so mad, they made Legoals look absolutely chilly. The mini-balrog greeted Mackenzie warmly, trying to find some bacon. “Sorry, boy, I don’t have any yet. I’ll make sure the house elves bring some up later. Promise,” she replied. Legoals sulked and returned to his mat. “I guess this means we can keep him?” “For now,” Voldemort said. “Fortunately, that travesty is over. So, time to award points! I’m afraid our heroine didn’t even place this story.” “Oh, well, I guess I’m just a little tired,” Mackenzie said. “I did have to fight a CEREBUS!" "WE ALL DID, GET OVER IT!" Erik yelled back. “Yes, then tied with one are Erik and Sai,” Voldemort said. The two looked at each other, shook the other’s hand and then returned to a neutral stance. “Now, we have a problem. A three-way tied between Quatre, Octavius and Remus—all with two points.” “We’ve had ties before, though,” Mackenzie said. “Why is that a problem?” “Because we’ve never had a three-way tie. So, I’ve decided that the person who draws the longer straw, wins. Lucius, bring out the straws.” Lucius pulled out an ornate black box, opening to reveal three straws. “So, how will do this?” Remus asked. “Just pick a straw, Lupin,” Lucius said, exasperated. Remus pulled out a straw, followed by Quatre. Octavius waddled up and grabbed the straw with his beak. The three compared, with Quatre having the longest straw. “I won? I won, Mackenzie, I won!” Quatre yelled. “Look, guys!” He shook Octavius’ wing and Remus’ hand. “Good going, Quatre,” Remus said. “Now, what do you want?” “That’s my question!” Voldemort asked. “Well, what do you want?” “Can we get a Playstation and some games, please?” Quatre asked. “A what?” Mackenzie sighed. “Come into the theater and I’ll show you,” she said. They went in and a few minutes later, came back out. “Alright, I agree to get it. Send down a list of games with the house elf. Oh, and Sai, I’ve granted your request from the last story. You may use the pool,” Voldemort said, giving Lucius a pointed look. In an impossible time, Sai was in his swimming trunks and running out the door. The others blinked a few times, shrugged and watched a confused Voldemort leave. |
|
You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() Join the millions that use us for their forum communities. Create your own forum today. Learn More · Register Now |
|
| « Previous Topic · MSTs · Next Topic » |








1:27 AM Jul 11