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huge wip erfb\hsejgendjr <33333333333

[stoatkiss]

possible reserve

[Scratchpadd]

Possible bookmark

[inactiveaccount713]

Kaline ;;

Practice makes perfect, but perfect doesn't exist, so why practice?

PERSONALITY;;

Kal is a weasel. no two ways about it. She'd rather die than have to lift a finger to do her own work. She
has a love for all things butterfly, glittery or pink. She loves to "wow" everyone, even if she didn't

[Sky Rabbit]

possible reserve C:

[Liliette]

Omg so pretty reserve with the name lady

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thanks and congrats, your art and animation couldn't be beat! <3
Hopefully I don't sound like a wet blanket! Honestly, I'm happy for you C:

[lawfullychaotic]

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Name;;
Amorè Venci - Ah-more-ray Ven-see

Gender and sexuality;;
Male and Homosexual

What is his eternal passion?;;
Amorè has an unheard passion for drama and singing. The reason he never expresses himself is because, as much as his voice is beautiful, it's not what you would expect, as dear Amorè was blessed with a Soprano voice. Not only that, but because of his wild and expressive ways, he fears of being judged by peers.

How do I connect with him?;;
I love Amorè for what uniqueness I want to pull out of him, and for his personality to be fleshed out . Not only do I love his design, but the story and personality that could be nurtured. I don't try out for many Kias, as I'm afraid and feel outstood in this wide community, but this time I will sacrifice as many hours as needed, because, I love him and wish that I could be proud to say he's my Kiamara. And this is a wish that I want to make a promise.

Art;;
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I'd thought I'd never see them again. After my brother's gardening skills took over his life, he created extravagant flowers, all unique. But he always told me that his favourite were the flushed pink flowers that started his passion. His death was unfortunate, a gas leak in his greenhouse, blowing it to bits. But as I gaped at the flowers, growing in the shell of the Greenhouse, it almost felt like my brother was laughing in my ear, telling me to pick them.
So I did.
I rushed home and pulled out carbon dioxide, usually used in cooking or some odd prop. I used tweezers and dipped them in,
scrunching my cheek against the phone, asking a glass maker if he could in-case flowers.

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[icseal]

Reserved

[Lynxy]

mark!