[koegami]

ITS ST. PADDY'S DAY - thanks jacksepticeye for the Paddy's Day Know-How!

base edits: wip

my edits:
(L) wings, custom horns
(r) glow, nose horns, 5 eyes, 5 halos
(uc) custom tail, custom hair, leg luff

IMPRESS ME COMP!
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impress me!

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Welp! I forfeit! That form is great and I couldn't get ahold of a computer so, congrats! This Bebe is yours!!

[tyrannical]

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[pronouns] he.him
[[name] cecil

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ＡＰＲＩＬ "𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠"

; His name was Cecil, young and naive and stupidly chock full of big ideas.
He was unapologetically graceful, but he laughed with such genuine childish glee. He perceived everything
as bright and sunny, love was such a matter of fact thing. Like the sun shining and snow falling, it was a
given, shared by everything around him. Cecil took responsibility nonetheless, the responsibility of holding
everything together, even as it was falling apart. Spring was fascinating, cold but delightful. He wasn't a
perfect being, wings tucked to his sides as he lay on the ground, he stalled and lied.

Sometimes he would laugh, a nervous chatter, something only heard by himself just to fill the silence.


ＳＥＰＴＥＭＢＥＲ "𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔"

; He took pride in every little thing he did, still hopeful and loud.
He sat next to Cassie, only managing quiet breaths. Friends were precious, one wrong move and everything
crumbles. Love was like sunshine, something to share and bask in, a glimmer of hope among darker clouds.
He held things close to his chest, his work his pride and his heart. Little snippets of ideas and creations.
How horribly joyous and dumb, he still laughed, still full of brave ideas. Love could be ammunition, but
unlike other types, it would leave no fatalities.

Cecil slowly started to warm up to him.


ＪＵＬＹ "𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗"

; He concluded he had no idea what love was.
Cecil admired people, he looked up to them greatly. A spark of wonder whenever he watched someone
preform their craft. He gets lost in the gazes of those around him, he fixates on small details. His friends
concern him, he loved them none the less. Words came easy, he liked to talk and preach, holding love
conversations gave him pure unadulterated joy. Conversation was a part of it, speaking in a language
they both understood was much different.

He sat, adding the laughter of his own friends to his mental repertoire of beautiful things.

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[koegami]

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[koegami]

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ｐｈａｎｔａｓｍａｌ ✰

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[username] tyrannical
[pronouns] he.him
[[name] cecil

│
│
└──────────┘

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ＡＰＲＩＬ "𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠"

; His name was Cecil, young and naive and stupidly chock full of big ideas.
He was unapologetically graceful, but he laughed with such genuine childish glee. He perceived everything
as bright and sunny, love was such a matter of fact thing. Like the sun shining and snow falling, it was a
given, shared by everything around him. Cecil took responsibility nonetheless, the responsibility of holding
everything together, even as it was falling apart. Spring was fascinating, cold but delightful. He wasn't a
perfect being, wings tucked to his sides as he lay on the ground, he stalled and lied.

Sometimes he would laugh, a nervous chatter, something only heard by himself just to fill the silence.


ＳＥＰＴＥＭＢＥＲ "𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔"

; He took pride in every little thing he did, still hopeful and loud.
He sat next to Cassie, only managing quiet breaths. Friends were precious, one wrong move and everything
crumbles. Love was like sunshine, something to share and bask in, a glimmer of hope among darker clouds.
He held things close to his chest, his work his pride and his heart. Little snippets of ideas and creations.
How horribly joyous and dumb, he still laughed, still full of brave ideas. Love could be ammunition, but
unlike other types, it would leave no fatalities.

Cecil slowly started to warm up to him.


ＪＵＬＹ "𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗"

; He concluded he had no idea what love was.
Cecil admired people, he looked up to them greatly. A spark of wonder whenever he watched someone
preform their craft. He gets lost in the gazes of those around him, he fixates on small details. His friends
concern him, he loved them none the less. Words came easy, he liked to talk and preach, holding love
conversations gave him pure unadulterated joy. Conversation was a part of it, speaking in a language
they both understood was much different.

He sat, adding the laughter of his own friends to his mental repertoire of beautiful things.

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winner!
loved the form <3