plastic flowers ; catch-all

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really big gifs oops:

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[grassina]

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[Beatrice]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]She was a long, long ways away from home. The reality in which she had once lived was vastly different from this one, and she cursed Adelaide to the high heavens for altering her appearance again. A deep, agitated sigh fell from her lips. First a blue bird and now a red heeler? Why couldn't she have just remained a human?

She shook her head; she shouldn't have ventured so deeply into the unknown. She shouldn't have searched so hard to find Wirt and Greg. Her mistake, she supposed. Dark brown eyes rolled mightily. 'That's what you get for trying to be the good guy, Beactrice.' Well, no more of that, she would tell herself. She hadn't been good in a long, long while.

The beasts was a persuasive creature by nature, and the ginger canine was not strong enough to fend of his powers. She had been manipulated, but it was unsurprising. For weeks, she had gone through with his biddings. She had done everything he asked, and in return, she received information on the whereabouts of her friends. Recently, he had promised her their safety should she collect the third soul of that tri-souled creature from the Typhoon. And this was the reason her paws carried her to Tanglewood. Natural enemies? What was easier? She smirked.

"My name is Beatrice," she barked, voice loud, confident. [color=#D87921][b]"I'm here to join."

[spacexual]

hello i am stopping by in regards to the fact i see my old art here and i'm  s h o o k
kinda wanna redo now at some point ngl

[grassina]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]oh shoot!! your art is AMAZING

[grassina]

big prom au:

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Well, shit. Was senior year almost over already? Oh, no! Whatever would Shay do?

Shay couldn't be more ready for the end of senior year. This fact wasn't because her school year had been terrible - no, it was actually the best year on record. The girl was just tired of the same thing day in and out. She was ready for change, for college. And she was ready to move in with Margaret finally. Both things were going to be fucking amazing.

Despite all the hurrying up to finish high school, she was extremely excited about prom. Aside from graduation and the last few high school parties, prom was the only thing left to cross off on her list. And this year was going to be amazing; it was already better than last year for a number of reasons.

Hell, she and Margaret were even fashionably late. Such clichés... And not because of anything important. No, it was because Shay's mother had insisted on taking one million pictures. But she couldn't blame her mother. Not entirely anyway. Shay supposed she should also blame herself as she took Margaret to a good restaurant with unfortunately slow service. The pair had still had fun, and they were totally going to tell everyone the lateness on their part had been intentional.

A smile danced on her pink lips as she entered the dance, holding Margaret's hand. They matched extremely well this year too. Marg wore a stunning, long, dusty rose dress, and Shay wore a tuxedo in the same pink hue. Shay's hair was long and curled just slightly so there was a gentle wave to it. Her makeup was simple, natural but beautiful. The pair looked absolutely stunning (and Shay was really happy she'd been confident enough to wear a tux this year, instead of a dress like she had the previous year).

"Happy last prom," she said to her date over the pop music and conversing couples and friends alike. "I'm glad my last one gets to be with you." Her smile was still so incredibly bright.

Baby blue eyes left Margaret for a moment to search for her friends. She'd seen all the promposals, and she couldn't wait to see all the dates. This was going to be great!

[grassina]

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[grassina]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Well, I guess it's a damn good thing you're not leading the way then," the short, obsidian wolf retorted, voice heavy with annoyance. The words were directed at his traveling companion - a very tall coyote. The size differences were almost comical, but it somewhat mimicked their former human selves. The dark wolf supposed he should be used to this type of unfairness, for even in this form, he could not win.

Tim let out a sigh as they continued onwards, nearing the snowy tundra of Snowbound. The winds had become harsh and freezing, even for near summer. The wolf narrowed his eyes as everything suddenly became cold. He was not used to this. Not at all. Had they taken a wrong turn? God, they probably had. Before his companion, Brian, could mouth something, he barked, "Don't say anything. I know where we're going."

His eyes shifted from the cold place to the coyote for a few heartbeats, wondering if this were all really worth it. When they had last parted ways, he had killed the other. Granted, he had not meant to, but it had happened. He had been in anguish over that for some time, but after succumbing to his own cruel end, he found this existence was punishment enough. Brian hated him now, he was sure. The only real reason they were together again (as far as Tim knew) was because they had formed somewhat of a rocky truce. Nevertheless, fighting had ensued immediately. They bickered about everything. Always.

"Oh, and how is this just my fault?" he growled, arching a metaphorical eyebrow. "You're the one who said we should take that stupid shortcut. If we hadn't gone that way, we probably would've been there by now." His eyes were narrowed as he spoke, not looking at the other.

Brian continued mouthing words, and Tim was growing increasingly aggravated as the duo encroached upon the border. In fact, he was so peeved that he had scarcely noticed the scent markers. Luckily, he had stopped just before the boundary, whirling around to face the taller being. "You make me so angry sometimes, my God," he said, fur bristling. "Sometimes, you make me glad that I pushed you," he added, words spat with venom. He knew that was a sore spot for Brian, but did he care? Well, actually, kind of. But the words were there, and there was no time to take them back.

A fight had long since been brewing, and now, surely it would begin.

[grassina]

'cause i don't want to be alone
when these bones decay

tim w. | masked | snowbound

in my heart and in my head,
i'll never take back the things i said

tim w. | masked | snowbound

it's all become too much,
maybe i'm not built for love

tim w. | masked | snowbound

making waves through the universe,
starting wars with anonymous brothers

tim w. | masked | snowbound

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