#mgevent

[the-society-circle]

Writer's Room

The Society Circle offers a gathering place for passionate writers like yourself, where quill and parchment are revered tools of expression. Join us every 2nd and 4th Sunday of the month for our Writer's Room Workshop, an exclusive event dedicated to cultivating your writing skills and fostering a community of like-minded individuals. Immerse yourself in two hours of uninterrupted writing time, free from the distractions of daily life. In this supportive environment, watch your ideas flourish and your characters come alive. The Society Circle's Writer's Room is your dedicated sanctuary to harness your imagination and transform it into captivating narratives. Don't let writer's block hold you back any longer. Carve out that much-needed time and seize the opportunity to explore the depths of your creativity

Join us for a unique event that combines in-character (IC) and out-of-character (OOC) experiences, where writers gather to carve out dedicated time for their stories. Whether you're seeking inspiration, motivation, or simply a supportive community, The Society Circle invites you to be part of this exceptional occasion. For more information, please head to our discord server at https://discord.gg/TYyDmaeBKR

[mewgulfupdates]

8/16/20: Destiny Clinic Live

The MC asked P’Mew about the dowry, the 19 million, and he said he has it already now. When she asked then what is he waiting for, he said waiting for someone to love me back krub 

[brightmoonfaire]

The Brightmoon Faire’s Annual Boat Race is a large Neutral event that offers a market place, entertainment, Raffles, and of course a Boat race! This is a Wyrmrest Accord event - but is not limited to those just on this server! We encourage everyone to come out, make it a night, and have some fun! When: June 7th, 2020 at 6:30 Wyrmrest Accord ST ( 8:30 MG ST ) Where: Fizzle & Pozzik’s Speedbarge, Thousand Needles! Who: Everyone! We are looking for Vendors, Performers, and just overall participants!  Please join our discord dedicated to the event with this link; https://discord.gg/Pfmc2VQ

@wowrpevents @the-royal-courier @wracentral @wraconnect @warcraftisastage @wrahordeevents @wraallianceevents

[parad2x]

Dia de Los Muertos... #bayonne #MGEvents #makeup via Instagram http://ift.tt/2y0wUXg

[florencexmarsh-blog]

+ T e m p e s t

Something wasn’t right.

Florence hadn’t voiced her concern, but the thought nagged at the back of her mind throughout the day. It wasn’t as if she had ever been the kind of girl to be scared of a bit of thunder, but the gray skies and high winds were a bad omen. Bad enough, in fact, that she skipped out on visiting the cemetery and opted only to putter around her house in order to help her grandparents storm-proof the building. 

The Marsh House wasn’t dilapidated by any means, but it certainly wasn’t the grand Victorian home it had once been. The paint was chipping, the garden was a bit sparse, and the whole place gave an eerie vibe, but that had never been much concern for Florence. It was home, spooky or no.

So she found herself sitting on a rocking chair under the awning of the wrap-around porch when the first few bursts of thunder filled the skies. Rain began to fall in sheets, causing the occasional passerby to scatter with new vigor. At first, it was amusing to watch them stumble and cling to the fence of the home that had such a bad reputation. Unfortunately, things became all too somber all too fast.

When the storm picked up to deafening levels, Florence considered slinking into the house. Had it not been for the lone form of a pedestrian, she would’ve snuffed her cigarette out and made her way inside. Instead, she stood with a look of careful contemplation before raking her hands through her hair.

❝Ah, fuck -- ❞ Curse her bleeding heart! With hesitation, she called to the figure, ❝HEY! HEY, DIPSHIT.❞ Wait, what? ❝Do you want to sit on the porch or something? It’s fucking terrible out there.❞     

If nothing else, at least this might have been good for the reputation of The Marsh House.

[declan-okay-winters]

More Like Tunnel Of Shit / open

Character A decides to ride solo and, because of that, becomes intrigued by the weeping that begins on the middle of the ride. After abandoning their boat, Character A finds Character B, who has apparently decided to search for the source of the noise as well.

Declan had decided to go on the Tunnel of Love because of all the stories he had heard. Of course, he wasn't to fond of ghosts and whatever else the people made out the weeping to be. He'd had his overly fair share of ghosts and other spirit shit. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be doing this, in fact he was a little afraid. He didn't know what was drawing him to it, but he had this sense of figuring out if the stories were true or not. He was to curious for his own good. 

Curiosity killed the cat. 

And that was exactly the kind of statement that described Declan. He was to curious for his own good. He got on a boat solo, although there were a couple women who had seemed to want to go along with him. Maybe next time, he thought. The ride began and he sailed off into darkness. The lights that barely illuminated the tunnels creeped the man out, but he did his best to push his thoughts away for now.

As the ride continued on, Declan became increasingly bored and unsatisfied. He had managed to get out of his boat, a hand sliding against the walls as he walked along the tunnel, his shoes getting soaked but he hadn't exactly cared. He continued his journey down the creepy tunnels until his hand landed on a door. 

[fuckingangela2]

'Freak show' seems to be a pretty apt name. I just saw some lady with six tits. 

[benjamin-samuels]

This place make me feel quite uncomfortable... 

[alexiamalone-blog]

So... Why are we in the cafeteria if they're not gonna feed us? I'm starving.

[mewgulfupdates]

6/17/20: MewGulf First Date LIVE! on the Beach [Highlights]

watch English Subs here

[brightmoonfaire]

THIS IS A CROSS FACTION EVENT!!  The Brightmoon Faire is making their rounds again! This time with a AZEROTH wide tour - this will be the DEBUT of the Brightmoon Faire in PANDRIA - First. Time. Ever.  We are celebrating the balloon festival in the Valley of Four Winds! Come catch the show, then take a lovely tour of the beautiful green country side. Bring your mom, your aunt, your great grand papi twice removed! We have games, food, prizes, fortune tellers, and OF COURSE, entertainment that you do not want to miss! If you have any questions or want an in-game invite reminder message me on discord (Lindiwe#6607)! 

Event starts at May 10th, 6:30 WRA ST. Hope to see you all there!! Summons will be available.

 @wowrpevents @the-royal-courier @wracentral @wraconnect @warcraftisastage @wrahordeevents @wraallianceevents

[seanwardgibby]

This place is pathetic... I need out. How about instead of moving us all from one place to another we... Oh I don't know... SOLVE this shit?!

[rhodestoruin]

Dread | Colette & Kian

Kian was standing at the edges of the cafeteria, anxiously searching the crowd for Colette. It was not the first time in the past few days he'd been trying to find her in a sea of people, and the number of tall blonde females in the town continued to amaze him. Every time he caught a flash of blonde hair, he thought it was her, only for it to turn out to be someone else by the time he got there. He was by no means the only person looking for someone here. Everyone was anxious to know that their friends and family were safe.

The more the minutes passed without any sign of her, the more worried he got. What if she wasn't safe? He'd tried to find a way to see her during the lockdown, but the whole place was under constant watch. Even if he'd managed to slip away, he had no idea what room she was staying in. It was frustrating to realize how much he took for granted being dead now that he was suddenly stuck here as surely as any human. He didn't know why or how the ghosts were bound to the school, only that he hadn't been pulled back to the Elliots' at midnight, and he now seemed incapable of leaving it.

It was disconcerting. The Puppeteer couldn't possibly be responsible for that too, could he? Kian didn't know very much about those murders. They'd happened before he died, and what little information he had, he'd gotten from old newspapers in the public library. It wasn't an event he'd chosen to dwell on, since it seemed to be over. Until now. There were rumors flying around that a cop had been killed, but what if they were wrong? He feared for her safety. Colette hadn't wanted to come here in the first place, and he was beginning to think they shouldn't have. She would have been safer at home.

[declan-okay-winters]

Mirrors Everywhere / open

Declan had somehow landed himself in the tent that he had dreaded since he set foot past the gates. He looked around him, the mirrors all around. He couldn't escape from them, it was like a horrible nightmare. He ran through the maze, the panic almost taking over him. He ended up tripping, falling right in front of a mirror. He slowly brought himself onto his knees, his eyes slowly landing on the mirror in front of him. 

He let out a yell, falling back onto his butt. He crawled backwards until he hit another mirror. Declan's eyes were glued at the man staring back at him. It wasn't his reflection anymore. He got himself onto his feet, running again but every mirror he saw had that ghost staring back. He eventually had to stop, bending over and putting his hands on his thighs as he tried to catch his breath. 

[fuckingangela2]

This place is fucking creepy.

I want to eat the fried dough, but I'm afraid it'll like, give me chlamydia. 

[benjamin-samuels]

Haven't been to a party since my college years. Its quite refreshing, but I don't think I'll be staying long. The house is still quite nice, though