Push is Totoma, half-blood or no. The Totoma once temporarily dubbed GIIIRL by said mother is dutiful, stoic, competent, and was desperate to earn her name. Her beautiful Kimeti sister stumbles clumsily through life, her flighty Totoma brother, taking after his Kimeti mother, prances flightily through danger - GIIIRL is undoubtedly the most capable of the trio, and yet she is always stymied as her siblings fall into accomplishment and fortune. GIIIRL does not begrudge - but she is baffled. She will just have to work harder. It is not hard to surmise that GIIIRL is somewhat naive to the ways of the world and utterly devoid of fantasy. Nevertheless, there is something about her uncompromising practicality that is inexplicably...charming. Wouldn't you say? No, she would say, still baffled.
And then...the siblings were out foraging with their Totoma father one day - when they espied a Kimeti, struggling direly in a treacherously concealed patch of quicksand. With a quick nod at each other, they sprang into action, sister wading into the mire and brother throwing a vine to the sinking buck. With sister pushing and brother pulling, they managed to free the hapless Filament, and soon had sister back on solid ground as well. Their proud father, overcome with emotion at witnessing the rescue, rushed over and unleashed an uncharacteristic torrent of words, "Well done - well done, my children! You," nodding at his girl, "pushed past all obstacles as you are wont to push this buck out of the sand, and you," the boy, "though I had feared your flighty nature might have kept you from valor, pulled through magnificently to pull him from danger!" There was a moment of silence as they collectively realised that, for better or worse, he had named them.
At least all the hard work has finally earned Push her name - though her sister was named prior and her brother earned his at the same time, but, oh well.
Motherhood, though - motherhood, which, as it turned out, she is excellent at, has changed her some. She is now more content and slightly baby-mad.
...she's electric - she's in a family full of eccentrics... - She's Electric Spoiler
NOTES :: Fade had babies with Left Behind. ._. FADE HAD BABIES WITH LEFT BEHIND!!! Even as the creepy overly-proud uncle (oh no. I'm Fell.), their good fortune in the first ever Totoma breeding event had me reeling in happiness - and then they gave one of the lambies to me. QAQ My, uh, initial reaction to the Totoma breeding clutches may be too terrifying to replicate, so here it is in the thread. When it finally went official though, here I went: "I just really have to thank Ruri darlin' a million times and more for this. That little girl should really have been hers, but she just grabbed pretty little Sunspot and shoved the lambies over to Maxx and me. I don't deserve it in the slightest, but...but...lambies. Ruri, really, I'm just - I have no words, really, but you know I love her to bits and pieces and will RP the everlovin' heck out of her. She'll MAKE LEFT BEHIND PROUD. All my love and gratitude always, darlin'. And, uh, thanks to you too, Maxx, I guess. 'Cept no thanks for taking weeks to decide on what you've already decided on from the start - I mean, if you want the boy, just take him already, geez! XD (But, no, seriously, you guys.) I really love this little clutch, and watching them all grow is gonna turn me into a cooing puddle of mush, just wait." The long delay between reveal and cert, as far as I've gathered from Maxx's anguished waffling, was that he'd long aligned blue, bluish, and grey as me colours - but it was a boy, and I already had Weep and the girl looked more like Fade but the boy looks like he'll be prettier and so on so forth till three weeks and passed. I really ought to have told him how very captivated my heart was by the blazing gradient on the little girl's patches anyway, but it was fun to see him go slowly insane.
PETS :: Maxx scored eaglets in the pet breedingpalooza thread! 8D Heheheheheheh... Also, Rabbit Eater is one of my favourite eagles ever, so double-score! While I was so dang generously given first-pick, I didn't really get to choose 'cos Push just insisted right off on whichever one looked most eagley. You can never be too sure.
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A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma - but perhaps there is a key. Nobody knows the trouble she's seen - least of all herself. She awoke in standing water at the Southern reaches of the Swamp, a swan staring curiously down at her, mind blank entire of all that had transpired before this point of her existence. There is a curl of ivy in her hair; she looks up at the empty branches and knows to keep it fresh. She knows - the only thing she knows - she is to follow the trees...
Keep . Tell . Tale [ 18.09.2012 ]
She woke up to Keep, staring quizzically down at her as it bobbed up and down in the stagnant water.
Tell flitted down from the leaves partway through her journey, and reminded her of something she ought to know.
Tale scarpered down from the branches, and clicked in place another piece of the puzzle.
Found [ 24.02.2021 ]
Someway on her interminable journey, a little songbird winged over, and a part of her felt found.
...I waited a long, long time, I waited a long, long time... - Walnut Tree Spoiler
NOTES :: Secret...is pixel testament to the fact that Lolli is the sweetest person in the entire world. ;_; I love her so much - both Secret and Lolli. The story, as chronicled in the thread, goes like this: "SECRET. ;_; Guys...can I just...you know - this semi was supposed to be Lolli's. But she told Rejam to make it for me. And when she sent me the PM, my heart stopped. I don't in any way deserve her. But Lolli is the sweetest sweetheart in the universe. And Rejam knows exactly what reduces me to a whimpering puddle pawing at the screen. And so I have Secret. I will never be able to get over how incredible and wonderful Lolli is. And I will never be able to get over how beautiful Secret is. That solemn face, that elegant palette, her tree-limb leg with that one dark hoof. That lightening swoop of hair. That delicate little ivy wreath, so much like Story's garland I can imagine where it's from. That perfect olive eye. *cries* I'M NOT WORTHY. I'M NOT WORTHY. Thank you so much forever for blessing me with Story's beautiful Entwife, Lolli, my darling! You know how much she means to me. ;A;" I - I still can't quite believe it. I DON'T DESERVE MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL WAAAAAAAHHHH LOLLIIIIIIII
PETS :: ALL LOLLI. *cries* I can't even anymore, just...buckets...rivers... | Lolli again, this time from Story's own Flippant.
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SHOT RIGHT THROUGH [ Shot ] :: 11.08.2012 [ egg . foal . doe ]
She doesn't know what she is searching for, she only feels it as something more. She knows - or at least, she hopes - that when she finds it, the light will break through the dark morass of cloud...like a scene she once saw in a dream... Till then, she runs.
If, on a journey, you ever chance by her, run alongside awhile, she is a good travelling companion. She is reserved and solemn, but intently able - and harbours a hidden humour that allows the best of wit with an unchanging face. Was that a joke? No, no. She doesn't know what a joke is...
...every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue... - Bizarre Love Triangle Spoiler
NOTES :: For the longest time I searched for a Kio concept to quest, but nothing felt right. Then one day I just tripped across this set of photos 1 | 2 | 3 demonstrating the Tyndall Effect with glass stones and I knew that was it - they looked just like little Kio eggs to me. ;A; Over time, I became obsessed with the idea of having Abby do her up for me, what with the gorgeous gradienty Kin she always turns out, so I slipped this set of stones into her bribe thread - and she gave to me the most beautiful little egggggggg. QAQ!!! I - I seriously hadn't known what to expect, so I tried to put visions out of mind - but I don't think I could have dreamed up anything so perfect. That bluish-slate-grey is just the most beautiful thing - and with that amazing blaze trickling through it...oh Abby, I love her so much! ;A; I just can't wait for her to grow uppppp aaaaaahhhhhhh - AND SHE FINALLY DID! 8D
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Once upon a time, Dapper had a dream. He dreamt of an endless path, and, at the end, a solitary filly. She'd been scared, and he'd sworn to find her, so that she would no longer be alone. It was not just his dream.
They'd long been grown when he finally found her...she was no longer scared, she was no longer alone, and her chaperones, the lethal constituents of her own little colony, had a lot to say with big stabby stingers and joint dislocations over just how suitable they thought this hapless buck was for their deadly queen...
Still, love finds a way. Or is that pain? Pain finds a way.
BONDS :: Swarm - You could say he was made for her...
COURT [ 01.06.2015 ]
Court has always been with Dapper. Between Dapper and the mysterious Love Becomes You, they might well know the origin of every Giant Mantis in the Swamp to date.
...and oh! the towering feeling just to know somehow you are near~ the overpowering feeling that any second you may suddenly appear!... - On the Street Where You Live Spoiler
NOTES :: Let me reproduce here the entirety of my ridiculous request: "This is going to sound completely ridiculous, but it stemmed from a joke that became an obsession for me: this is Swarm's True Love, a dapper, mantis-based buck who sallies forth to win her heart each week with flowers but is always cruelly rebuffed as I doubt Swarm's true love is actually a dapper mantis. He can be loosely based off this mantis (feel free to simplify as much as you'd like, he just needs to be dapper XD) - but would it be possible for that to work with a white base so as to contrast with Swarm's black? I would also like to request the default buck tuft and an eye edit of some sort so he loosely matches Swarm, as well as beard removal because he reminds me of Freddy from My Fair Lady. ಥ_ಥ" Now picture me doing Snoopy's happy dance as you read my response when he became real: "DAPPERRRRRR MANTISSSSSSS *SO HAPPY* Swaaaaaarm your true love is here~!!! *quick and painful death by wasp* I am so so ecstatic with Dapper!!! I could never imagine that what started out as a massive joke fueled furiously onwards by Ruri's painkillers could gift me something so incredibly adorable. QAQ I just love everything about him, that bright popping aqua gradienting into pale yellows and greens, that darling slash of red eyeliner with the lovely green arc above - and that eyeeeee! That perfect beautiful jewel EYEEEEEE!!! *frolics with glee* phoenix you dreammaker, thank you so so much for making my dreams come trueeeee! Ruriiiii Ruriiiii where's Swarm Dapper is here to make her dreams come true *DEATH HOT STABBY WASPY DEATH*" TOTALLY WORTH IT. 8D!!!!! *dance* I had originally thought to call him Dapper, thinking perhaps Dapper Mantis was too horrible a pun harhar...but it soon became evident that everyone was expecting me to call him Dapper Mantis...
PETS :: One of the original four, this one was always meant for Dapper, being based on the same mantis! It just took me forever to cert despite have settled on the name years ago. Q_Q
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A ghoulish grinner with a bone-dry wit. She finds the most morbid things humerus humorous. Quite the practical joker, the elaborate means she'll go through for a prank can be quite breathtaking - particularly in combination with the deadpan expression she'll carefully maintain till...surprise. That could be quite a monstrous scare...
Nevertheless, her chosen trade is as a dancer for the dead: when she comes to a Kin newly passed, she drops her smile for solemnity and performs the most elaborate of moves in complicated ritual with quick, light steps that belie her grave face...light as a ghost, you might say.
...lay my bones in cobblestones...lay my bones in neat little rows... - Neat Little Rows Spoiler
NOTES :: In another life, she might have stalked the Monster High halls as Bonnie Jangles, Daughter of Bonejangles. ...CAN YOU BELIEVE I GOT THE CAM OF MY DREAMS?!!??! I CAN'T EITHER!!!!! It's a little sad, but specialising in representational issues in mainstream media, I pay a lot of attention to cartoons and toylines (okay, and that's the academic excuse for being a pathetic lifelong geek) - and I'm into Monster High in a big way, so I was as excited as anyone (haha) when Rejam and blue unveiled the supersurprise Matope Monster High event! What really got me as a customisation geek, however, was the Create-a-Monster section - I am mad over CAM. I really am. I have always loved customisation kits, no matter what the genre - one of my favourite things as a kid was a carpentry set, and if there'd been CAM sets back then, they'd have been right next to my carpentry set (till the dad saw it, gave me a whupping, and threw it out, anyway). From the very beginning of the event I couldn't shut up about my intention to create a Bonnie Jangles somehow, yay! But it took till the end of it for me to get everything just right (including many hours of obsessively clicking and unclicking ever layer of the CAM kit in Photoshop). Indulging all my desires, I went for a grey pelt, the ubiquitous skelemarkings, green scales, and rose eye - rose third eye, no less, sighing wistfully the whole way, wondering if I could possibly quest her, and harbouring no contest hope whatsoever, especially after blue had observed that every other entry employed the delectable skelemarkings. Yeah, let's just say that I should just link to my reaction on results day 'cause replicating them might cause a tectonic shift. COME ON. ROSE THIRD EYE AND ALL! I still can't believe it, I've always adored blue's skel!meti, and she is everything to me. Everytime I look at her she just takes my breath away. I just can't believe she's mine. ;_; THANK YOU SO MUCH, BLUE. YOU ARE BEST. BEST.
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Too urbane for vengeance, too embittered to let it go. His mother wanted only the strongest child, leaving the rest to die - certain they would die. Outfox was not the strongest child. Outfox remembers all of this, with searing clarity. He did not die.
He did not grow up especially strong, but he did grow up especially smart - his sire and dam might have been of dubious sanity, but their intellectual pedigree could hardly be questioned, and their wits had not been wasted on him. He got about. He learned things. He knew things. If he had come to use his powers for good, he might have achieved much; if he had come to use his powers as his parents - if one deigned to call them that much - did, he might have destroyed much. But the crossed heart is stronger than the mind, and he wastes his days away brooding at the edge of Witch Hunt's domain, staring silent from the dark.
He watches his sister cringe and simper, his brother dumbly drudge. His sister, his brother, his dear old mother - they are strangers to him: yet, he cannot tear himself away. He does not yet know what he wants. But the red tide of vengeance is coming no matter what...
But another has gotten there first...and now he is lost.
...your sweet reassurances don't change the fact that he's better-looking than me... - Mexican Standoff Spoiler
NOTES :: QAQ I gotta fill this in later 'cos I'm actually rushing work right now but couldn't pass up the chance to journal his post on the 13th! Here is my in-thread reaction and a lot of background information will eventually be written here! In-thread reaction part deux! And finally...part trois!
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A living haunt. A spook, a spectre, a lingering impression from an extreme act of violence. She stands at the edge and stares with hollow eyes. She stands at the edge and stares at you.
She never makes a sound.
One day, a doe jumps out at you, bubbly and blithe and full of life. "It's me, silly, don't you remember me? It's Struck Down, but call me Blow, you must call me Blow, we're such good friends." She tears you about, doing all sorts of things, playing in a day all the games Kin play in a whole summer. The sun goes down. The next day, she stares at you.
... you were struck down - it was your doom... - Smooth Criminal Spoiler
NOTES :: As I wordblarghed into the thread: "Oh man, I have been so. So. Spoilt. I do feel so guilty about Struck Down 'cos she really shouldn't have been any of my business, but these precious precious bbys came along at the same time as Evening Hunt and when Ruri showed me Lolli's beautiful birthday clutch, I was just struck by their beautiful colours and swirls and bloodstains...and absolutely captivated by that brown doe. Like the stalky stalker I am, I've been stalking Consumed by Fire and Let Me Fall's little relationship since Lolli and Ruri started their RP way back when, and I realised it was their bbys straightaway and got so excited - how amazingly did Abbs work their colours and markings together?! I'd never have thought of these incredible variations. Only Violence, wow, with those lurid blood spatters against that milk pelt - and that stark eyeliner and swirling cuff in his father's black! And Sway, the colours on him are just rrrgh - that perfect pale brown, with those gorgeous elegant swathes of the perfect peach across him, laced with that pastel purple. ;_; And the twins are just, ah, beautiful - all snowy white, save the drifting streaks, like someone dipped a hoof in blood and drew precise lines across their pelts. And the way their horns just bleed to purple near the ends just slays me - and that pale pink eyeshadow, aaah! But my eyes just kept darting back to that brown doe. I couldn't take my mind off her. There was something about the way that pale mocha streaked down her chocolate pelt...fading oh so subtly into red. That killed me. It fascinated me. I wanted to touch my fingers to that red and see if they would come away wet. This was right at the time that crazy fever I had for a week had just started but I hadn't realised my mind was going yet, so you can imagine the incomprehensible babblings I returned to Ruri on that subject. XD;; But. Man. When Lolli and Ruri offered her to me... Every fibre of my being knew I should say no, I hadn't even any business butting into this superspecial clutch in the first place, and I had been so so incredibly spoilt. I knew I should've stood strong, I knew I should've turned away and just stalked the heck out of her forever wherever she ended up. But every fibre of my being also screamed 'you know who she will be, Jun. You know everything about her already. You're weak.' ...I'm weak. QAQ So weak. I couldn't, I - my heart was already hers. And then the naming - Ruri, Lolli, let me just say I am so so sorry again for holding up the certing for so long with my mountain of names! XD;; My very first instinct was to call her Struck Down...but Smooth Criminal starts up in my head everything I read it, and as much as I love that song, once it starts it never stops. And I was quickly amassing a mountain of names to do with crime and violence and bloodstains and evidence and I was totally loop de loop at that time with the sick and meds and I just. could. not. decide. But when Ruri and Lolli told me their amazing names (ok you guys I just have to say again: these names. Genius. Only Silence and Only Violence?! Lolli I can never get over it. And In An Unseen World flows so poetically with his twin's name - and Sway. There is just perfection in that single syllable alone, sigh.) I was all 'fffff Struck Down fits the best with all that. DARNIT MJ GET IN HERE.' And so she is Struck Down, my living haunt of a doe. ;_; All dark eyed and silent and more ghost than flesh...except for the strange, unknowable days where she is suddenly like any other Kin, all life and vibrance and tumbling words - but when they are over, it is as if they had never been. LOLLIIIIIIIII. RURIIIIII. YOU GUYS. I JUST CAN'T. YOU ARE TOO TOO RIDICULOUSLY GOOD TO THIS STUPID JUN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MY DARLING. ;A; And - Absfab! You. You did this amazing amazing clutch, and this amazing amazing doe that just snatched my heart and crushed it and made me hers forever. ;_;"
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CONTINUE [ 23.01.2014 ]
"What a strange, awkward, horrific creature. I'LL TAKE TEN."
...LOVE IS OVER... - Catherine Spoiler
NOTES :: This clutch is INSANE and I made out like a BANDIT. So insane, in fact, that I liberally utilised brushes for the first time ever in her naming dream. Crazy! In-thread: "This breeding. You should've seen Maxx's reaction to this breeding. He kinda exploded in a shower of words that don't belong in polite company, then spent the rest of the day cackling like a maniac. And I can see why. They are such incredible amalgations of their parents - and yet above and beyond, like with their powers combined, their kids are awesome to the power of rainbow. Maxx'd always hoped that he could get ende to do pretty patterny babies for Eight-Bit one day, it was a constantly articulated wish that he would utter every other time he looked at her, and going in with Corn's Record Year for Rainfall, I thought he would die from the anticipation before the babbies came - and then I thought he might die of the glee after. He had them on his desktop 24/7. He kept switching over, grinning like a loon, extolling their virtues in turn. And he latched onto Space Invader and Alone in the Dark like a jealous dragon - I'd be like 'wow that girl is pretty' and he'd be all 'BACK OFF SHE'S MINE (if Corn lets me)' and crouch over his screen giving me the evil eye, like if I couldn't see her I couldn't threaten his dominion. But just look at the dark sibs man. They are sublime. Alone in the Dark is so. friggin. handsome. That perfect swoop first across his muzzle and eye, and then his face and beyond in that amazing yellow-blue-turquoise. Those brilliant limbs with those exciting patterns and that eye-arresting gradient. And those pixel blocks. Those. Dripping. Pixel. Blocks. Maxx went insane over him and took like eleventy-million years to decide on a name from a list of games the length of the Niagara. "It's not pixel but his blocks drip so it's like he's gone to polygonal you know?[/i]" he agonised to justify his game choice. (AND YOU GUYS THINK I'M THE WEIRD ONE.) And Space Invader - how beautiful is she?! The yellow-pink-and-then-teal gradient over that chocolate pelt, rrgh. There is something so elegant and so very stunning about her, those pale pixel blocks across her dark face, that amazing sleeve of markings all down her neck and chest and limb - like some kind of sexy, sexy cheongsam-collared dress, continuing down across her side and flank - with that gorgeous thigh-high stocking to match. I could stare at her all daybefore Maxx runs over from across the room and throws himself over my screen snarling 'stop perving over my girl'. And as if that were all enough...her hooves. QAQ Two odd hooves. Chocolate on half...and a yellow-pink gradient on the other half. *DEAD* And then the light bros. Man, Corn's light bros. Look. At. Snake. He is a walking masterpiece. A pristine canvas of hay look at this incredible patterning. Those designs - he looks like some kind of Aztec temple, and then that eruption of colour down his flanks in that fin-wing swoop and down his forelimbs. Man. But. Break. Out. He. is. a. mindf - fluff. We all got so. excited when we saw him because - MAN. Does he not just blow your mind? I - I could go on about him forever but the truth is, there are no words up to the task of adequately describing the mindtrip that he is. AND HOW GOOD ARE THOSE NAMES? HOW GOOD ARE THEY. And then...I - I'd been so spoilt and blessed and lucky I should've tried my best to not take one from this, but I didn't really have a choice - Maxx shoved Game Over at me and said, "Keep her. Shut up." But I don't think I could possibly have said no, y'know? There is something so incredibly epic about her. She looks like a kind of video game priestess, some kind of meta end-level boss. Her character bashed mercilessly into my skull like a ten-ton hammer. I just - I really love how she's got this entire rainbowy spectrum on her white pelt in this gorgeous coat/robe marking arrangement, and this incredible pink to yellow gradient up her hoof fluff and scale and horn - and when you get to her face, with that stark eyeshadow and dark pixely blocks, she's ALL BUSINESS. Don't get in her way, she'll cut you. Cut you? She'll stomp you flat. Leave you for dead. Fatality. Game Over. She just fills me with such joy and awe. Hey listen! Look at her! GAME OVER I WANT A MILLION RAINBOW BOSS BABBIES FROM YOU - /STOMPED TO DEATH tl;dr: ende? You are amazing. You made Maxx's dreams come true in all sorts of explodey rainbowy mindblowing ways, and I learnt he could make sounds in a register I never knew he had."
The offering. He is not alive, not really. He is not a Kin, not really. He merely is, debatable at that, a thing from a greyer world momentarily given form in this. If his eyes are haunted, that is because he is always in the company of haunts.
As a sentient sacrifice, his memory is not the best - or to be precise, comings and goings are transient to him, befores and afters all subsumed into the great immutable passage that becomes irrelevant later or sooner. He may greet you as a stranger many times hence, he may greet you as a great friend at first sight. In a way you are always the stranger, or always already the friend. But he is always polite. His voice is the genteel sussurant of a shady drowsing flower.
He is at best rest in the company of ghosts. After all, they have always already partaken of him. One day he will scatter back into the ash and bloom again.
...but the dead see, asking among themselves: what do I remember that was shaped as this thing is shaped?... - Asphodel, That Greeny Flower Spoiler
NOTES :: I really, really, still cannot for a second believe that he is actually mine. ;_; Here is my in-thread reaction: "O-oh, Asphodel. ;_; *touches very gently on cert* As soon as I got Vesp's incredible PM I started making a list of reasons why I must resist, largely revolving around items like 'I don't deserve him', 'I could never possibly do anything close to deserving him', and 'Holy crap he's a Squidlewild kid I'M NOT WORTHY I'M NOT WORTHY' - but my heart was faster than my mind and finished filling in his name and character before I could get to item six. All the Squidlewild kids are breathtakingly heartstopping (and I've already spilled my awed guts all over the thread about them once so I'll spare you a second time ahaha - except, MAN, they all ended up in perfect homes with the most beautiful names), but Asphodel was one of those who struck me from the start: I mean aside from being dropdead gorgeous (that pale woodgrain on that gorgeous bluish-slate of his father's I've always pawed at, his mother's hoof-fluff, that hair, an artlessly tumbling mix of his parent's - argargrjgklg Vesp I really don't deserve him QAQ!!!), he's got the most incredibly haunting eye - I could never get over that pensiveness, and as soon as the meaning of Vesp's PM started sinking into my TOTALLY BLOWN MIND it had reached into my heart and started shaping itself like a wisp filling outwards till it became whole and Asphodel - and I was forever lost. So I really should have said no but I couldn't. QAQ OH, Vesp. He is more, so much more, than anything I could ever deserve. And you picked him so very perfectly for me. ;_; There is no expression of gratitude I could ever give to show you how much it means to me. I still have to pinch myself every time I see him - especially with my name on the cert. *CRY* AUUUUUUGHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOREVER VESPY THANK YOU THANK YOU"
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The hopeless romantic made misanthrope - or misungulate, to be precise. He craves his mother's distance, but bears more of his father's princely heart - and he loathes it for that. He is born for heartbreak, he knows that well, he knows that pain, and he would avoid it at all costs. And so he hates all, shirks all, folds himself away. He will not fall. This time, he will not fall.
He always falls. The knot in his throat. The trembling of will. The sigh in his voice as he crumbles, "Call me...Mimosa."
...but you know that she's gone 'cause she left you a song that you don't want to sing... - Perfect Sonnet Spoiler
NOTES :: It had to be him. It always was him from the start - corny plant name and faux-Cicely Mary Barker-style dream and all. As blarghed in-thread: " HARRRRPPPPPPERRRRRRRRR ALL THE LOVE ALL THE THANKS IN THE WORLD FOR MY BEAUTIFUL BOY QAQ Rrrrrgggghhhh where to even START with this clutch with its year+ build-up of feels?! Even before See had actually been made I was hoping to breed her with Thoushalt, ahahah, and then they had the sweetest darn RP which just cemented the necessity of it all. But even having planned for over a year, the actual breeding still blindsided me like a ton of bricks - BECAUSE HARPER WAS SO INCREDIBLE AND AMAZING AND WONDERFUL, HE SNEAKILY COMMISHED THEM FROM BLUE AS A INCREDIBLE AMAZING WONDERFUL SURPRISE! PRESENT. QAQ!!! The SHOCK. The AWE. The LOVE. My realisation upon seeing them whole all at once was like a FREIGHT-TRAIN of JOY slamming into my brain. HARPER. I so do not deserve your generosity and kindness and all around incredible badass awesomery! YOU. SLAY. ME. I love the stuffing outta you, and I adore these kids so so much and - AAAWWWRRRGHHH I'll never be able to express how incredibly grateful I am and just. Thank you. Thank you so much. ;A; FOREVER. And I am SO in love with your heartbreakingly beautiful girl - it's impossible to look away from the traceries of the incredible petal-lace marking all over - so elegantly across her face, her collared chest, across her flank in that subtle cream shift... ;A; - in those gorgeous colours that are such a perfect mix of her mom's and dad's...and a perfect glowing eye to top it all off. *rapturous sigh* I am so happy - SO HAPPY - that there was this perfect beautiful girl with her mom's green that I know you love for much for you to take home. ;A; AndI'm just so happy that all the kids found such great homes. Absfab I'm so happy you're happy with your beautiful and epically-named girlll with her mama's hair and all her daddy's gorgeous swirls and colours - and fluffy hooves! She is so very recognisably her parents' daughter and I can't help but smile every time I look at her. ;A; And Triumph, Vespy I'm over the moon that he was exactly what you needed in his untoppably regal purples, his dad's white petals strewn about just perfectly - I love the green leaves against his white horns so much, that little touch of See that stands triumphant! And Stilled Heart. Oh gosh. I struggled so hard between her and Touch-Me-Not at first, what with her jawdroppingly mesmerising blooming horns and that beautifully enigmatic face, and then we agonised horrendously over who we could entrust such a special doe to...who, indeed. XD So SO happy you kept her, blue! I always, ah, have to stop and stare at her in all her pastel splendour. ;A; But in the end it was always going to be Touch-Me-Not for me. It had to be. I'd dreamed of this breeding for so long that my daydreams were beginning to get dangerously specific, which is what I always try desperately to avoid (and usually fail horribly haha), and I was reaaally starting to hope for a kid with Thou's leaf-horns and fluffy hooves and oh while I'm dreaming some of See's green with that pale purple. ... ...... OAO I couldn't, I had to - and with that mane added to the mix! That soft white fluffiness, the delicate petal-leaves against those pale green horns, those champagne-cream hooves...he was always perfect and more than I'd dreamed, and everything about him came in a rush, that hopeless romantic misanthrope with his perenially broken heart, ah! Thank you so much, blue, for this amazing clutch! THANK YOU SO MUCH, HARPER, FOR EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. AND MY WONDERFUL BOY. ;A;"
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Sleight is so very happy to see you, sweet... Oh, the terror twins - unless you're into that sort of thing... Of course prim and proper Phlox would have twins of her own, and of course her twins would take right after her own con-siblings - but worse! Where Ash and Dust run a tight scam ship, Sleight and Sharp are brazen as brass - they'll slink right up and say 'watch this...' A trick? Base thieves? Why, prove it so then - and they are clever enough that it is not so easy.
But they are not as clever as they think, and for the few times their deceptions fall short, they'll talk you into letting them slip in other ways instead...madam or sir, the twins will make it worth your while...
BONDS :: Sharp - it's so much more fun with two, dear brother mine... Burning Down Love - Sleight maintains a very intent interest in her lovely aunt...
Half-poet, half-storyteller, all terrible, terrible liar. To quote, "romance at short notice is her speciality." She lives and dies by her glittered tongue, which cuts as well as it can charm - though she does prefer to use it for charming, wrapping purring words around you in her low, velvet voice. You will not discover till she is long, long gone which were the lies. But she is more mischievous than malicious, and rarely intends true harm.
While she may be called upon for sonorous odes when it suits her, she favours witty rhymes and quick yarns - laced through and through with her trademark gallows humour.
...and the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting... - The Raven Spoiler
NOTES :: My original plan was to link my explosive reaction here, but I can't find the post! ;_; Long story short: even as I watched stream, I fell head-over-heels for her - imagine my incredulity and ecstacy when I later got a certain PM... *CRY* THANK YOU SO MUCH VESPY, RURIBBY, I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S MINE.
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A drifting bird with broken wings; still, she strains to fly. She was born special...but not special enough. That has been impressed upon her, as she passed through so many. Wings from broken birds adorn this broken bird, woven with more feathers into a feathered mane to calculated effect. She knows what you like - she plays what you like; she has the most disarming smile - she always knows exactly what to say. Unless she doesn't like you - can afford not to like you, then she is the perfect princess: glimmering, elegant, poised, distant eyes.
Once, she was wide-eyed, glittering, quick darts and keen presses like a bright-eyed bird. Once, she laughed like music, and it was light and true. Once, she was a child; once, her heart was hers to lose. Somewhere lies the missing piece.
LAZY DANCER ( Move ) [ 22.11.2012 ]
It really drifts, rather than flutter.
...keep me closer, I'm a lazy dancer, when you move I move with you... - Collect Call Spoiler
NOTES :: "Oh, Keep. You guys. Maxx VERY SEKRITLY got her for me in AUGUST. During the overpixel RLs. AUGUST. And kept her from me till OCTOBER. I...I don't even know how he did that (though he kinda recently did something like that again aaaahhhh). But. Man. She means so much to me, in so many ways I can't even express. She's my angel." That's what I said in-thread, which is a massive understatement. My original concept for a faux-winged doe was a random flight of fancy that I'd never thought could actually happen - not only did Maxx make Rejam make it happen, what actually happened arrested me straight off as an incarnation of an incarnation of the girl who's devoured my life entire for the past five years. My feels for her cannot even be expressed in mere words. She is my heart.
PETS :: ...and Rejam even tossed in a pet to sweeten the deal. ;A; Rrrrgh a giant moth was just the perfect, perfect choice for it, with its fronds like fake wings - and to get to name a moth Lazy Dancer...just... Let's just say it's a lifelong dream I never knew I had till I accomplished it.
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A perfect lady...except when that happens. As dainty as a floating leaf, a lady through and through...and then - bam, did she really say that?! Oooh, ow. It's a condition, she explains, perfectly apologetic, through a perfect smile, a misfiring of some neuron. Such awful, awful words, she knows. A condition, congenital. And she is so proper and gracious, it must be true...
...But then, sometimes, you see it too, when a wild boar charges, or wild buck barges close - bam, did she really do that?! What did she even - it was too fast to really see but...suffice to say, they aren't threats anymore.
But it's impossible...she's such a perfect lady...
LEAF BLADE ( Blade ) [ 20.12.2012 ]
Awwwww, what a adorable fluffy widdle - AAAAHOHSWAMPOHSWAMPAAARGGGHHHGETITOFFME
...raise your hopeful voice - you had the choice; you've made it now... - Falling Slowly Spoiler
NOTES :: Rejam raffled off a free overpixel custom, allowing RPs within a set timeframe as tickets. This is my story. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. This was probably the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. For serial. I threw Rejam a lot of Leafeon refs, gijinka and all, but I guess the most important are these Shoujo!Meti concepts I drew. I still can't believe she's mine, y'all.
PETS :: Oh my gosh, where do I start with Blade? It's all darling darling Astra, who gifted me her favourite Eeveelution superspecial Flox just so my Leafeon could have a proper little Leafeon following her around! ;A;
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Once upon a time, there was a soft, pale, delicate filly who had a bad, scary experience that gashed a wound across her face - and she swore never to be frightened again. As she grew, she honed her rudimentary attempts at combat into a fine and terrible art; now, she wanders the swamp, unable to stop herself from shouting like a drill sergeant at weak, dithery does, and attempting to train them in the arts of self-defense. Nevertheless, though her appearance is edgy and severe, her core is still easily touched.
Meanwhile, a sort of emo buck who looks a bit like a coyote wanders a totally different part of the Swamp...
... I want to be wrong but no one here wants to fight me like you do... - Combat Baby Spoiler
NOTES :: Technically, I've quested my deergirl Comeback for two years, and finally caved to Rejam RLC for my birthday, taking advantage of sweet Lolli's commished anti-butch lines to complete her cervine look. Technically - because while this is all true, Rejam did stuff to her, stuff I didn't even pay for, that made her EPIC DEER. And I am just...WOW. She practically feels like half a birthday present from Rejam, that is how good she was to me. This post has my in-thread reaction. I couldn't possibly love her more, and I've had two years to construct an impossible ideal that has been smashed to bits in the exceeding of it.
PETS :: ELVY GOT BUNNIES MADE! AND GAVE ME ONE! THE PERFECT ONE FOR COMEBACK! As both a person who is RABID ABOUT BUNNIES and a Monty Python fan, this is the culmination of a lifelong dream. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOREVER ELVY, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! ;A; (Technically male.)
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