[Sixbane]

Hey remember these guys?

Making some adopts for fun and practice; though im rusty with designing very much so bear with me

(Also i finished what i was doing sooner than expected, so i have a little more time to play around with my new tablet lol)

Nighttime kiddo!
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Will end 5/5 at around 8pmest

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Songrem name:[/b]
[b]Tell me what they love most about nighttime!:[/b] 150 word limit

[FeatherDaCannible]

Username: FeatherDaCannible
Songrem name: Sardine
Tell me what they love most about nighttime!: The peace, the darkness like an abyss, it shades all it's children who fly through it, the stars guiding all.

[thelabradorr]

Username: thelabradorr
Songrem name: Nyx
Tell me what they love most about nighttime!:

The nocturnal realm captivates Nyx with its enigmatic charm and hidden beauty. What she cherishes most about evening is the change it brings — a shift from clamoring sunshine to a peaceful, supernatural safe-haven. In the hug of the evening, Nyx feels a feeling of freedom, as though the limitations of the day have broken down into the ether. The air is cool and fresh, conveying murmurs of stories untold. She savors the experience of the delicate orchestra of nighttime animals — the stir of leaves, the far off hoot of an owl — sounds that appear to repeat the beat of the universe itself.Nyx's heart revives with the excitement of secret as recognizable scenes change under the moon's delicate gleam. It's a period for thoughtfulness and reflection, where contemplations spread out like fragile ringlets going after the vast territory above.

[Sixbane]

Username: thelabradorr
Songrem name: Nyx
Tell me what they love most about nighttime!:

The nocturnal realm captivates Nyx with its enigmatic charm and hidden beauty. What she cherishes most about evening is the change it brings — a shift from clamoring sunshine to a peaceful, supernatural safe-haven. In the hug of the evening, Nyx feels a feeling of freedom, as though the limitations of the day have broken down into the ether. The air is cool and fresh, conveying murmurs of stories untold. She savors the experience of the delicate orchestra of nighttime animals — the stir of leaves, the far off hoot of an owl — sounds that appear to repeat the beat of the universe itself.Nyx's heart revives with the excitement of secret as recognizable scenes change under the moon's delicate gleam. It's a period for thoughtfulness and reflection, where contemplations spread out like fragile ringlets going after the vast territory above.

Winner! I will add you shortly