The Officalverse Journal

Here you can place your thoughts, memories, and stories of the officalverse Here is where reality stops and fantasy begins. He/Him

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Welcome to the journal.

Here, you can feel free to submit any stories, memories, or anything else, and I will put it into the pages of our story. Every log can be a new retelling of an event, or a funny story to tell.

We all have different stories, so maybe it's time to share them.

[Please be aware that submissions will be posted on Archive Of Our Own for archiving purposes. If you do not want your submission to be posted on Ao3, please put that at the end of your submission in brackets.

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Mod pronouns are he/him.

Please keep any submissions appropriate and kind! Hate will not be tolerated or posted. Feel free to submit anonymously, or leave an emoji tag or your username to let readers know who it is.

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Dear Diary!

Life is good. Nobody seems to be bringing up my state of... one hit wonder-ness(haha, state)! I seem to be cooling down a lot faster than last year... or is it around the same time as last year? I can't really remember :)

I... think I have a partner? Though I'm not completely sure yet. I think we'll need to talk further on that.

I'm happy with what I've done so far this year!

Signing off,

-- @state-of-utah-offical

10/6/25 :D

Log four. State your entry.

10/6/2025.

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I think it's time I tell you a good old story from centuries ago.

It really was quite like any other day. I moved through the shadows, and watched the people of this world live their lives. Occasionally some curious folks may notice me and when they would approach me, I would grant them a wish. Honestly, I did this to get them to leave me alone. But this day... was quite interesting.

Sometime between Ferbruaris and Aprilis, or as you common folk call it these days, February and April, this group of men asked me to grant their most desired wish. They wanted enough knives for each of them to hold. I believe there were around 60-70 of them.

When I had asked them for their reasons, one had told me... if I can remember their exact words...

"Virum stultum vulnerare cupimus!"

Unfortunately, it has been many moons since I have touched on this tongue. So forgive me, as I can no longer know what meaning this holds.

Now, when I had granted them their daggers, they cheered and marched onward through the city. And in broad daylight, they surrounded a poor fool and killed him. I truly wish that in this time period, I had what you people now produce, popcorn. It was an interesting spectacle to say the least.

On that same day, I laid my head on some forest ground, and took my fourth nap. only to find myself awake many weeks ago. ☕

- No One.

Log three. A story like no other.

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“It was the first football game of the season. Things were going okay. The band had gotten called down in ninth period, so Nick came From Choir and Ross had to come back from his career class.

Everyone was getting set, putting together their instruments, and Nick was waiting for Ross to get down here. Miley was already here. Two out of three field commanders, and about ten more minutes before they marched the halls.

Ross made it, set his things down then lined up with Nick and Miley, standing Next to Nick.”

My current progress on a work loosely based on IRL’s, different names then irl for obvious reasons <3

Log two. This author appreciates your work.

7/9/2025.

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Dear diary, 6/9/25

Today was... different. When i had woke up my house was empty and quiet, no people, no cats, no fans, no anything.

I got up, thinking everyone was just out shoping. like normal, until i heard the door unlock, it wasn't the sound of the normal lock, it was the sound of the chain lock. my family still haven't came home, im still in my room, i can't hear anything but i know its there

i can hear it's heart beat.

i can smell it's breath.

i can feel it's eyes.

i can hear the floor slowly bending under it's damn felted feet.

-the hungry one

Log one. Our story is just beginning.

6/9/2025.