'Tis the season for our second event! This December we invite you to celebrate your beloved friends, or even beloved mutuals and favorite blogs, with our event ㅡ NOT SO SECRET SANTA!

This event will revolve around YOU picking someone to make a gift for without revealing it to them until you post it. Of course, if it helps, you can send them anonymous asks about their favorite dramas, ships, characters, etc. just like a regular Secret Santa.

TO PARTICIPATE

ㅡ must be a member of our network AND our discord server ㅡ you can become a member HERE ㅡ if you’re already a member but not part of our discord server, click here to join ㅡ reblog this post ㅡ caption your post with “@asiandramanet event 02 ㅡ not so secret santa” + mention the person you made the edit for, and tag #asiandramanet

hoii everyone! welcome to paletmblr’s second event. after taking a poll, august’s event was decided to be a music event. it can be anything related to songs, lyrics, musicians — you can get as creative with it as you want. the only requirement is your creations should be pale and should not be whitewashed!! hope you participate!

to participate:

⁍ reblog this post !!

⁍ make one original creation !!

⁍ include us in your caption !!

        eg: “ @paletmblr event ii: [ description ] ”

⁍ tag your creations with #paletmblr02 !!

if you have any questions for the event, feel free to send us an ask! we are excited to see all your lovely creations!

                         "well, jimmy, i’ve heard that all the town needs is a really good distraction. we’ll be back on track in no time. pull up the dates.”

with gossip spreading across town of a mysterious fire or arson attack that took place on tuesday 2nd of march at holy cannoli, a well loved spot, there’s only one thing to be done. a few sensible adults (and gossips) from around town put their heads together and decide that the perfect answer to a crisis is to pull forwards the darkwood annual campout. while the weather might still be dreary and spirits may be frazzled, it’s set to be three wonderful days of fun beginning on friday morning and ending on sunday evening.

the characters do not know the complete events of the fire at holy cannoli, only that it is substantially burned down and there may have been people inside. a whisper spreads about a separate fire on the outskirts of town and the sighting of eddie the arsonist. “one man can’t be in two places at once.” some characters have been volunteered to take part in the set up which begins on friday evening for the campout which takes place just east of darkwood every year, those characters are reggie jr, andi, zeki, george and nat. 

She hears the person approaching but she doesn’t move to offer them a look, she merely stands with an odd grin on her face. A moment passes, she turns, “If only they had the right spot. Guess the secrets safe.”

Today was a big day for the Faction- with the shipment coming through the Sigara’s ports, everyone’s livelihood was on the line. There was the Zhang’s drug empire, awaiting raw materials before they spun it into gold. The Lanoix had stakes in the deliveries, he was sure of it. Julian had done all he could to get the Coast Guard to comply and as it was, hefty sums guaranteed a swift process... that was until Rafal Kovali rose from the dead. It complicated things. It certainly put big red targets on the entire Faction’s backs, especially those that carried on the name of the executed five families. What was there to do... 

Fingers curled around a bottle of Mythos as he leaned back in the makeshift lounge chair. The decision he’d made to go ahead with less than savory plans could backfire. But he was Julian Sigara, luckier than a fucking leprechaun. All that remained was waiting until he got the faithful text message to move. Julian broke out of his train of thought when the seat next to him scraped across the ground- an unholy announcement that he wasn’t alone anymore. “Bold move, didn’t think I gave off the impression that I wanted company.”

She had just turned to collect another round of drinks for her tray when a hand landed on her arm and tugged; Cass turned to find a frequent client beside her, and by the look in his eyes, he had already had a few too many. “Mr. Morgan,” she cooed, gently laying a hand on top of his to try to encourage him to release his hold, which was growing a bit tight. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He didn’t answer, instead opting to raise his free hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and leaning in for a kiss. A palm met his chest, pushing him away. “I don’t think this is the time or place for--” He wasn’t in the mood to listen. Instead he pulled hard on her arm, nearly dragging Cassidy around the corner of the booth, almost out of view from the crowd. “Come on, Cass,” he murmured, fragrant breath drifting far too close to her nose for her liking. 

@rainermort​