[jaques]

Dropping out due to loss in connection.
ART GOES TO SWEETENER <3

[zakuro.]

done aah C=

Username;;
Zakuro.

Name;;
Taylor Arcipelago

Gender;;
Female

Art;;
☪
by me

Wedding Memory;;
she remembered. Oh yes, she remembered
it very clearly. Their kiss was sweet and
simple, like chocolate cake. He caressed
her cheek once more before parting. He
descended to the altar, waiting for his bride.
standing there, shimmering ruby-red carnations
in her paws, her train was flared and in an
instant she was floating down the isle. as
the music teased her hearstrings, she met
her husband eye to eye. They knew, it was
the right time. the sweet melody suddenly
came to an end and the priest started talking.
it felt like an eternity but soon she was in his
arms, and this time the kiss was like 3-tiered
red velvet cake.

Who Is Mr. Right?;;
Cumulus

How They Met;;
it was a chilly winter evening.
the sun was setting, and the birds' tweeting
had finally settled for the night. It was eerie
in a way, the kind of silence that makes you
uncomfortable. 2 animals, one Plumerian and
one lion, were walking home from work.
when they passed in the city streets only a
solemn nod was passed before leaving each
other. neither of them were looking where
they were going and they just so happened to
crash right into each other. Seeing such a beaut-
iful woman made Cumulus feel fuzzy inside,
just like his big red mane. They quickly and
quietly introduced themselves, and he offered
to walk her home to make up for making her
drop all of her papers. She agreed, grateful to
have company on this creepy night. The two
soon found comfort in each other, and after
about 2 hours of walking {long, right?} gloved
paws were soon being held in the cold winter
night.

[Foxy The Pirate]

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

╔════════════════════════════╗

Name; Kiko

Gender; Female

Short Personality; bashful,
quiet, calm, serene

╚════════════════════════════╝

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Kiko is emotionally reactive, which means that she experiences her emotions strongly and can be very passionate, however also have a higher tendency to experience emotions such as anxiety, anger, and depression. This can often lead to her staying indoors for long periods of time when feeling down, and sleeping often to sooth her feelings. Due to her independence and reserve, sometimes Kiko can be perceived as arrogant or unfriendly, however this is merely because because she doesn't require the same level of social stimulation or interaction that others may seek. Kiko also generally prefers fact over fiction and security and stability over ambiguity and disorder, so sticking with convention and familiar routines is generally best for her. She is an introvert almost to an extreme, so when she starts to like someone, bashfulness comes to play. Often stuttering, quietly speaking, or stopping completely mid-sentence to only say "well... never mind." She doesn't speak much to others at first, not saying anything unless spoken to and even then she doesn't say much.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

Kiko's hobby is to make small figurines with terrariums, like totoro, and Princess Mononoke, many many other beautiful terrariums. She loves making these stages, and even hold small gatherings to show others how to make them. She pretends that she is alone when explaining, along with trying to come out of her shell more. These terrariums calm her down when she doesn't want to go to sleep. Kiko adores these small terrariums and likes to anonymously give them to her neighbors and friends.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

"As a kid, I was much more talkative. There was one time though that I kept my mouth shut to get what I wanted. So, after my cousin's wedding we went to his reception where there was a dance, food, and more importantly cake. They had a large chocolate cake with chocolate covered strawberries. So, I decided I just had to have a bite of one. I took a strawberry and shoved it into my mouth when no one was looking... and my mom caught me right after I had already bitten on this strawberry, and mom told me that I couldn't have it. Me being the little twerp I was, I just put it back on the cake half eaten. My cousin and his wife, along with pretty much everyone else, found this hilarious. Looking back on it, I laugh and even blush in embarrassment."

a memory in a dream, by me

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[gold]

Mark

[~Finchly]

i really love this one and I thought up a lot for this plumie on paper i just never got the chance to transfer it to here. Since the end date has been extended I might come back when I finish my science project if I have time otherwise i hope this plumie goes to a loving home and good luck<3333
[b]Username;;[/b]~Maddy~
Name;; Chrysanthemum
Gender;; female
Art;;wip
Wedding Memory;;wip
Extras;;wip

[Evils]

Username;; Evils
Name;; Jenisqa Kauler
Gender;; Female
Art;;
Wedding Memory;;
Extras;;

Res! <3

[suneater]

┏━━━━━┓
username
wistful.
name
felicia sarah heim
gender
female
┗━━━━━┛

▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁


personality
Felicia is very stubborn, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. However, she is very self conscious of herself and responds very badly to criticism, and puts herself down over the slightest mistakes.

───( the memory )───

It wasn't like she was bored or anything. Well, maybe a little.
Felicia tugged at her shawl, looking around cautiously. The couple was already up there, she could see that much. Otherwise, she could see nothing. Nothing interesting, that is. She opened her hands, peeking at the little frog she had snuck into the wedding. Felicia had found it earlier, just before she got into the car, and snuck it inside so she wouldn't get bored. Of course, the frog didn't like that very much, and kind of, maybe possibly, leapt out of her hands. Felicia's eyes were wide open, frightened that anyone had seen her frog go missing. Luckily, no one had. She slid under the seat, trying to find the frog. It was just beyond her reach, so she scooped her hands across underneath the pew and tried to grab it. But, knowing frogs, it leaped away into the center aisle. And, Felicia, being 6, chased after the frog. Into the center aisle. Onto the stoop. Near the bride and groom. Finally, the frog was caught. After Felicia caught it, she had tripped the best man, ripped up the
bride's dress, and lost both of the rings. Surprisingly, neither the bride nor the
groom were angry. They were laughing on the ground. Now that she thinks
back to it, Felicia is embarrassed, but she remembers the wedding fondly.

[Lillybear]

Username ;; Lillybear
Name ;; Henrietta
Gender ;; Female

Art ;;

Wedding Memory ;;
"Okay sweetpeas, let me tell y'all a little story of my weddin' experience.
I remember it like it was yesterday! I'm sure I'll be able to explain it as if
you were watchin' a movie in color. I had much fun there, but I must say,
some eventful things did happen. I'd never seen a wife and groom blushin'
so badly before. They's looked like they'd been left in the sun for too long,
the poor dears. They's a sweet couple. First, they's cake order got messed
up. And not like "they's put salt instead of sugar," like they's didn't get any
cake at all. They's had to order cupcakes so they's could have somethin' to
eat by the time it was time to eat. I ain't gonna' lie, though, they's 'cakes
were delicious! Then it started to rain. Ironic, isn't it? Beside all that jazz,
my favorite part was, besides them kissin' for the first time as husband and
wife, when the the lovely wife threw the bouquet up, up, up in the air, and
then back down, down, down it came - right into my paws!! You can imagine
the look on my face when it dropped perfectly in my paws. And I wasn't even
tryin' to catch it! It just came my way and I had no other choice. It was quite
lovely, though, and I felt strangely honored - I was next? Anyways, do you see
that lovely flower in my hair? That's one from the bouquet! It was the biggest
of the bunch and it had fallen out when it was thrown. I figured it would look
cute in my hair, and boy, was I right. All the men loved me. Uh-oh, did I say
I was next? That's another story for another time. I believe this one is finished.

E1 ;; Personality ;;
"You want my personality now? You're just full of questions, ain't ya' darlin'?
I suppose if I had to choose one thing to represent my personality, it'd be a
sugary cupcake. I'm full of sugary fluff, enough to give someone diabetes, I
reckon. I'm a country girl, always usin' words like "darlin'," "sugar," "honey,"
"sweetpea," or "sweetheart." I'm a sweet talker too, usin' my delicate charm
to woo the men. I'm tellin' ya', darlin', I'm a true sugarcoated cupcake, but a
feisty one, might I add. I can get snappy and impatient sometimes. Just part
a' being a country girl, I guess. I shouldn't be sayin' that, though, I just can't
stand stereotypes. You should be who you are and not be influenced just 'cus
you're somethin' or you're not. Excuse me, I think we're getting sidetracked..

E2 ;; Human Art ;;



E3 ;; Interesting Facts about Her ;;
"Gettin' a little personal, ain't we? Haha, don't worry your pretty fur about it, I
don't mind. One thing, I suppos', that's interesting about me is my collection of
these little tea figures. I like tiny things. And tea. These were too darn cute to
pass up and I must admit that I went crazy when I first saw these little things."

"Oh, um, yes, we're continuin'? I guess I'll talk about my shawl, you're probably
wonderin' about that. I love lace, it's so delicate and tiny. I already said that I
love tiny things, didn't I? I have lots of lace accessories, but this shawl is by far
my favorite. Why, you're askin'? Because I made it myself. Yup, that's right. I'm
not much of a clothin' maker, but there was this class I took and I couldn't pass
it up. That was one of the craziest days in my life. I poked myself over and over
with the needles and my hair got tangled up in the lace. But I actually finished
with somethin' pretty. That's probably because I had a little - err, a lot of help.
I don't think I will ever ever ever attempt lace again. Ever. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

"Alright, darlin's, one more thing. I'm getting a little tired after all this talkin', I
could really use a nice, fresh glass of lemonade. Now, what should this last fact
be? It's got to be a good one. My favorite song? My favorite quote? My favorite.......
My favorite... I'm a little lost, darlin'. Hmm.. I'll let you decide instead! I've asked
a few of my fellow Plumerians to ask me questions. Here's what they've asked me!"

what would be your ideal date? (I'm totally not trying to get any ideas for my own relationship because I'm always nervous as heck around my crush, noooope)

"Are you sure, honey? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd think that - you know
what, let's just get on to the question. I'd say that my ideal date would be me an'
my man out there in the big bad world dancing our hearts out or somethin'."

what do you think is the most beautiful thing about yourself???

"Now I like this question. But do I have to pick just one? Simmer down, I'm jokin'.
But child, it's not what's on the outside that matters, it's what's inside your heart."

when you feel like you're failing at everything... what do you tell yourself?

"I tell myself to calm down, because things could be worse and that I should be thankful that
they're not. It ain't like I's bein' bitten by a snake somethin'. You should tell yourself the same."

What is your favorite genre of writing?

"Romance. But I ain't really write, I read."

Does a story intrigue you more if the protagonist is presenting the story with a first person perspective,
or if someone is overseeing the story in the form of a narrator with a third person perspective.

"Who-to-the-what-now? Umm, the second, I think?"

[claypigeon]

Username;; Funsized
Name;; Jasper
Gender;; female
Art;;
Wedding Memory;; Jasper hates weddings. Many people think, ' oh such a lovely young women was made for the chapel' and while she was a very beautiful women, her looks could be deceiving. So even though her mother always trained her to get married to a fine young man and settle down, she never really listened. Being drudged around by her mother to her friend's wedding was bad enough, but the disaster that occurred made her think she would love to go to a wedding again. wip
Extras;;

[Baylin]

Mark if I have time