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Quick question: can we make our own song? XD

[Chia]

Quick question: can we make our own song? XD

Of course!

[Roadhog]

MARKY MARK MARK....

[Relamune]

dropping

[cacticollie]

wassap the judge has arrived B)

[indebted]

some name....
somewhat genderfluid but tends to lean towards male pronouns.
he loves musicbox melodies and always carries a musicbox with him; somehow it is always playing a different song. but his favorite one is the theme from tuck everlasting
possibly because he's eternal.
he is very fond of small creatures + children and he likes to be near them.
however he is mute
and his hearing in his left ear is very limited.

thats why he carries his musicbox on his right.

anyways thats all i thought of ;; hah

[mars]

reserve with songs that would play at a circus
more specifically das karoussel (the carousel)
hhh do not steal please q w q

- named erebus
- plays his music to look for a girl he used to know
- he made a mistake and hurt her, losing the person he loved most
- they used to go to the circus together, so he plays the circus music that used to play there in the hopes that she will hear it and follow, realizing it's him searching for her for all of the years
- never seems to find her, no matter how much he searches
- his happy music casts illusions of the mind (seems overly happy at first, luring you in but as soon as he realizes you're not the person he is looking for it becomes filled with sorrowful notes)
- playing music is the only true way he expresses his true emotions, hasn't spoken to anyone since he was a child because he is saving his voice for her ears alone to hear the words "I'm sorry"
- he plays different songs for different emotions other than the main song he plays to lure people in (this song when he is alone reminiscing the memories he and the girl had together and is thinking about finding her (full song here), etc)

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stuff here to use in form woo

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Certain words have piercing strength; it seems one or two stabbed at you
As you laid down in pain, a liquid flowed; watching your fresh wound bleed, we figured we could call it love

A lack of sympathy, deficiency; getting together, but just physically
Although I'm stuck with you, we, us two, are perhaps more alike than I once knew
"But even still, I love..." Me? Ha!

Isn't it fine to say that we are loved?
To be bound, so the world may never but touch
Isn't this, too, just fate, and nothing more?
Fade away, fade away, I say to a love...

By the time the end has come, I'm so bored of you, fed up too
Is it for love or wants? We just can't say, and yet still you release; what should be done?

A lack of sympathy, deficiency; getting together, but just physically
Although I'm stuck with you, we, us two, are perhaps more alike than I once knew
But even still, it's fine, and so...

This situation, would you call it love?
Clinging tight, struggling on, toward yet unknown goals...
Isn't it fine to kill those things for good?
If it's me that you hate with all of your being...

Isn't it fine to say that we are loved?
To be bound, so the world may never but touch
Isn't this, too, just fate, and nothing more?
Fade away, fade away, I say to our love...

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I am sewn together
Oh so completely
But darkness swept over me
So very discreetly

I can hear your voice
Cries inside my head
This burden weighs upon me
Don't want to get out of bed

Shifting gray skies
Through the crashing rain
Remembering your love
Love shattered into pain

Doors left unlocked
No secrets held behind
But leaving secrets of my own
For only you to find

Since the day you forsake me
Your last words haunt me
Pleading me to smile
As if you really want me

Whispering disease
Breathe it in the air
Begging me surrender
More than I can bare

Numb is my sleep
Until you control my dreams
And when I wake up
I can still hear your screams

Search for serenity
Trapped behind this wall
Though no matter what I do
The innocent always fall

And when all you wanted
Was just some kind of control
They left you defected
Incomplete, void of soul

Desperate for someone
To notice or to care
You reach out your hand
But no one is there

Exhausted, my eyes
Wander off into the distance
Longing if I could
Take back my existence

Impossible, I know
So I lose myself instead
My mind is at ease
My heart filled with dread.

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“When I found you, I had not found myself yet, but when I found myself, I had already lost you.”
― Elmar Hussein

“We find ourselves only by looking to what we’re not.”
― Paul Auster, Moon Palace

“Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be.”
― Alan Watts

“Our entire life … consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.”

― Jean Anouih

“I’ve finally stopped running away from myself. Who else is there better to be?”

― Golden Hawn

“Your problem is you’re … too busy holding onto your unworthiness.”
“You can’t build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.”

― Ram Dass

“Loving yourself…does not mean being self-absorbed or narcissistic, or disregarding others. Rather it means welcoming yourself as the most honored guest in your own heart, a guest worthy of respect, a lovable companion.”

― Margo Anand

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[Offended Cockatiel]

Possible reserve

All flowers must die, to complete the service

The god o' transportation

Padparadscha Sardonyx
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Whenever young lost children are the only ones to find themselves


Father always told his jewel children "A battle must be what winning is for."

Lions theme


Reasons for my everything:

"Each item in my possession comes with its own abilities, it's very own meaning and powers- and some a life story left behind from times ago."

- Each earring
Won in battles
In his collection, they were the first things given to him
Owned by his father previously
Father gives one to the child that wins each fight
Larger one represents his very first fight won


-Bell and chain
the miracle man and the broken gold chain
They tell stories of this
It was once said that a god perched itself high upon a building and stared down at the people, once it saw a young woman and followed her home- for he felt something drawing him towards her like nothing else, her belly was full with child and her self alone, the god wished to protect the dear lady he had followed home- He waited, he left and then he came back once she had gone into labor in her home, from her labor came a little golden boy, with the gods powers the child appeared beside her sleeping form, wrapped in a bundle and fast asleep. His name was ---, and ever since he first opened his young eyes he acted with love for the world-- he became the sweetest child known in his city, just as dear and caring as his mother, and they called him the miracle boy, for whatever he touched- wherever he went good things followed, and years later the boy became a man, he miracle man upon his 23'rd birthday was chained up by the very people be had helped- superstition running wild, the god had come to visit the people of this town once more, to see that they were all safe and sound, to see that the dear lady and her golden child were good of health, what he instead saw was the miracle man tied in golden chains. In a fit of rage he broke the chains, and with clinking bit of broken chain still upon the miracle mans flesh the god the golden child into a creation of his very own, a soothing bell- a soothing bell, with a broken golden chain that still hung from it, put everyone in that city to sleep, until their very deaths.

They say the man is embodied in that very bell, and although he does not ring to soothe in the wind, when emotions strike great fury, the bell may sing again.

It was stolen from a museum by Paradscha- because of its mystical powers, or at least the fables of them. The black fabric connected to the bell and chain is a rare fabric of the museum as well, put together with the bell because it has more protective abilities than just a glass case.


-Laces upon nape
The weapons of a dancer, when dancing isn't for beauty- it is for war. The place Paradscha hails from consists of dancers who use these laces for effect. Although there are many known myths of such dancers also being hired for murder, laces can make good weapons.

-Shoulder emblems
Hidden symbols, with ancient meanings
Stolen from his father possession
Attached to him per night

-Clothes on back
A testament to his gods- one in particular, to give him valor and ability
A poem was written for these clothes
Something he got as a young child, but never wore until after his shoulder was jabbed through with the emblems
long and winding
And waving in the wind
Placed upon my limb, let me fly
Let me be free
The golden rings grow within
Guided by the eyes they latch on to ones heart
And the darling eyes watch from dimensions


-Circular peircing on lower back/hips
Summoning chain
Cannot be touched, for most Anything goes through it
Can become retractory- like a black hole can take everything right in and leave just about nothing, opens up afterwards

-Upper lip piercing


-Small noise maker, in the mouth

[Flowerdust]

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[nervousdog]

Dropping out - just recently won a deer .
The art above can be used in anyone's form and will go to the winner once the comp is judged .
(( PM if you want to use one of my two deer for relationships [ ie ;; how friendly they are towards each other ] in your form )) Both being used qwq