[✧ the Archivist.]

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On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

Five golden rings!
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

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Oh man, this is my favorite one!

Standard;; shine edit // Common;; hair edit, custom tail, extra fluff, colored sclera // Uncommon;; custom ears, tongue edit

This is an impress me!
You have about 48 hrs to do literally whatever you want!
Creativity and character over quantity!
Go!

End date is December 18th, @11:59 PM, EST
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[ps4 kid]

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Name: Paris
Gender: Female
Accessory she carries/wears:
A golden flower crown with little stars dangling off of it. Her mother gave it to her when she went to her first dance. She said that Paris should always wear it on special occasions, or when just going out. Paris agreed to wear it, as it was very beautiful. She loves it to this day, and wears it all the time. It always reminds her of her first dance night, and where she met her first crush.
Personality:
Shy, But loves to talk to her friends/parents, Usually happy, you'll rarely see her upset. Expressive, Open, Easygoing, as she is cautious at the same time, and wanderlust.
Crush: Howl Echos

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(Click for full image, By Ame,)

Paris's mother always told
her whoever she touched,
turned to gold.
Usually this
meant that she
was so beautiful,
that she couldn't be
touched. Paris
always believed
this quote was
real, but she
imagined it,
whatever she
touched or
earned, would
be gold. There
were some good
and bad things
of this. But she
wasn't greedy so she
didn't care much for the
thought. Though it will
pass her mind sometimes,
and make her think.

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ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＧＥＴ ＹＯＵＲ ＷＡＹ！－－－－ ＬＩＦＥ ＣＡＮ ＢＥ ＢＥＡＵＴＩＦＵＬ！

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Job: Dress-maker
Sexuality: Straight
Hobbies: Dancing,
Painting, Singing
Favorite item:
Golden flower
crown with stars.
Favorite Holiday:
Christmas.

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❝ ＡＳＫ ＭＥ ＨＯＷ ＩＴ ＦＥＥＬＳ ＬＯＯＫＩＮ＇ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＰＲＩＮＣＥＳＳ！ ❞
Some people call Paris a princess. They call her this due to her graceful appearance. They also
tell her that she's fit for royalty due to the gold she wears, as gold is usually related to kings
and queens. She says that she's none of the sort, but they still continue to call her royalty. She
was one of the popular kals in her school back than, of course she would have rather been a
normal student. They thought she was rich, even though her family was average. The gold she
wore had been passed down from her grandmother, as her grandmother was rich, and could
afford many things. She had bought it for her as a birthday gift, and she chose to wear it as
her main outfit. It reminds her of her family whenever she misses them when she's away, and
it just resembles something special to her. She just loves to wear gold as a memory of her family.

❝ ＡＳＫ ＭＥ ＨＯＷ ＩＴ ＦＥＥＬＳ ＬＯＯＫＩＮ＇ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＰＲＩＮＣＥＳＳ！ ❞

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ＭＡＮ！ ＴＨＥ ＭＡＮ ＷＡＳ ＮＯＮ－ＳＴＯＰ！

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coding by fab.

Biggest fear:
Paris's biggest fear is loosing the people she loves. Of course, everyone feels this way too about loosing the people they love, but it's a big red flag for her.
Theme song:

(Line credit @Gravity;)


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Yes, I remember my first dance. We had gotten
there early, when there was only a few people in sight. Eventually,
the place was packed, and everyone started dancing and having a
good time. I didn't have anyone to dance with, as my brother was
dancing with someone else. Then I saw him. A kalon i knew was
going to be my special someone. We both looked at each other,
as we held each others hands, and danced the night away. It
was amazing. But then my brother saw me with him, and he took
me away from him. He's was always overprotective and it ruined
my night, but that wasn't going to stop Howl from running after us,
and telling my brother that we were friends, a little more than friends.
He understood, and we continued dancing. Best dance night I could've been
in.

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(Click for full versions by Ame,.)

The reason of being called "Star Child." Paris is called a
star child, due to her unconditional love for stars and space.
She owns a telescope, and looks out in the sky with it.
Her brother came up with this nickname for her when
they were about 6 years old, and Paris started reading
books on stars, and space. She didn't mind the nickname,
and it just kinda stuck with her since than, and now people
in her highschool call her Star child, due to hearing her friends
pass around the nickname. x










(Line credit @BrickWallOfCreation)
History:
Paris lives in Canada, in a small cabin out by very few shops, and mainly a flower forest. She has lived there her whole life, and has never moved. She went to school there, as normal. Her life was pretty basic, as she lived with her older brother. Her brother was very protective over her, so she could only do things that she wanted to do when she was out alone. He would usually come, but the times he didn't she was free to do whatever her heart desired. Then at her first dance, she met Howl. The love of her life. They danced, and had a great time and are still together to this day. She has introduced him to her house, and they have discovered and solved many flowers and animals. It's fun for her to hang around Howl because he loves to explore, and that's what they will often do when he comes over. She no longer lives with her parents, she moved out when she was about 19 years old. She also has a career as a dress maker, and makes quite a bit of money off of this, just by making some beautiful silk dresses, made from the finest material.




"To you i'm nothing more than a fox like hundreds of other foxes.
But if you tame me, then we shall need each other.
To me, you'll be unique in all the world.
To you, I shall be unique in all the world."~
Le Petit Prince


(Line credit @Purrfectpal)
"Gold is a treasure, and he who
possesses it does all he wishes to in this
world, and succeeds in helping souls
to paradise."~
Christopher Columbus




t
wi
nkl
ing s
tar, br
ight and
beautiful!
It glows and sparkles in the sky
It is a burning ball of fire far away, far away
Shining during night, yes, but also during every single day
A great creation of space in this vast universe
so far, so large, yet small
millions and billions of
Stars twinkling up there
The blue black Beautifully
glowing.. shining...
starry, starry,
sky. Star
Star.
Bright
Star.

A dream~ Poem by me.
Your fur as bright as gold,
your smile as soft as silver,
when I first saw you, I fell
into your spell, you were
shy but soon adapted, and
we danced the night away,
a dream i wished I dreamed
a long time ago. (Art by Mid-life.)

[wriolette enjoyer]

Name; Anya
Age; 23 (Human Years)
Gender; Non Binary
Likes; Icecream, plushies, cats.
Hates; Ponies, sometimes school, her adopted parents.
Crush; Nobody
Sexuality; Lesbian

[Karmel]

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xxxxxxxxxxSybil Luciano

--------------------------- Female // Twenty-Two // Homosexual

When I was young, I was raised into the light and praised as a savior.
They saw hope in me where I only saw a little girl who was scared.
The moment things went wrong, it was I who took the fall.

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Full Name: Sybil Ladonna Luciano
xx(SIB-əl) — Greek origin, meaning "prophetess"xx

Nicknames: Sy, Keeper

Occupation: Exiled Wanderer

Theme Song: "I'm Still Here" by John Rzeznik

Personality:

Compassionate — Dignified — Observant — Selfless — Hesitant

Sybil has a kind heart that spreads to all who come in contact
with her. If someone is down, she will be there to lift them
up again. Yet despite always being ready to lend comfort to
others she is extremely hesitant to open herself up to others
beyond the basic level of interaction. Instead, she hides within
an air of dignity and confidence that conceals the doubt and
crushing fear of being estranged by yet another person.

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Sybil grew up in a small rural village in the deserts of Galadan called Laios. The kingdom was surrounded by land on all sides, and very few rivers flowed through the valley which made water a precious resource. When she was born, the village had been experiencing one of the worst droughts in their history. Being a poor outlying village, the people of Laios could not trek the bounding desert dunes to the larger cities as even their transport animals were dying off from thirst. Making the journey without one was almost suicide, and yet some still tried and failed.

The villagers were astounded, however, that on the eve of Sybil's birth great travelers from the capitol arrived with plenty of water and fresh food. When asked how the travelers knew the village was on the verge of extinction, they simply replied that a foreboding feeling drove them there. Strange things began happening around the child not long after that. Illnesses were suddenly cured, and crops grew at twice the rate.

Eventually, they began attributing all of the fortune to the belief in a gift Sybil must have.

If only they realized it was only good fortune, and nothing more.

But Sybil was swallowed by this praise of worship from the people of Laios. They held her up on a pedestal and kept her safe from any dangers. They never let her wander outside the village, and she wasn't allowed friends for fear of them tainting her gift. She was isolated and yet beloved at the same time. Soon, word spread of the golden child, and eventually these tales reached the ears of the reigning king. It was demanded that she be escorted to the capital of Galadan and raised there. Taken from the only home she knew, she was even further locked behind walls when she arrived in the capitol. The worship grew, and so did the fortune. The people fell so easily for myths and craved more.

It did not last, though, as fortune tends not to.

Bad thing started happening again, and with so long a time of good fortune these small evils felt like millions to the people of Galadan. Crops became infested and died off, water sources began dwindling, and the blame was placed on Sybil. They believed she held the power to stop it and instead was punishing them. Try as she might, Sybil could not do anything to help the people, and their ire turned to hatred.

With this hatred, they made the very person they once worshiped an outcast. Sybil was banished from Galadan, and now she takes to wandering the lands helping those in need the only ways she knows how: sharing knowledge, giving strength, and showing courage.

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Then I was exiled. Cast aside by those who I thought loved me,
but it was all an illusion.

They loved the idea of me.
So I started falling...



down....
down...


down...



until I hit the bottom.
And there was only one way to go from there.



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[king city]

weeps,,, good luck everyone !

WARNING: This form is not completely mobile friendly

This form begins on a dark night on the outskirts of Turkey, specifically the desert area. Carefully they admire one cave in particular. A cave with a golden trim along the entrance. Contemplating whether or not they should investigate. Before they had the time to question themselves a voice emerged from the cave...

"𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯

𝓖𝓞𝓛𝓓"

A bright sparkle lit the interior of the cave and a mysterious golden creature emerged , standing in the center of the entrance.A creature of gold stood proudly. It was if they were being greeted by a god. Their eyes widened with amazement, but when the lights dimmed the truth of the individual was revealed. A kalon with a height of 4' 6" on all fours awaited the weary traveler

"Hello there *aşkım~ I see you've stumbled upon my melodious abode. I heard you coming from a mile away. From there I awaited your arrival.I don't get very many visitors here as this place is hidden to most of the human race. Was it my golden charm that lured you here? Or perhaps my enchanting looks~

Either way *Hoşgeldiniz my love~"
The kalon knelt down before the reader, taking their hand to place a gentle kiss upon the dorsal side of the hand.
He pulled back and winked with a majestic hair flip.

"Please aşkım, stay a while at my oasis. I promise to bring you nothing but pleasure while you rest here, and in the mean time...I'll tell you a bit about myself, even though I'd rather hear about you..."
With a gentle smile, he led the poor reader deeper into his sparkling cave of wondrous treasures, and in the mind of this kalon, he is also included in the "treasure" category"

Name:
Vesnir Kampa
[VEZ-NEAR] [CAMP-AH]
Age:
Late 30's
Gender:
Male
Nationality
Turkish
Personality:
An accurate description of this kalon is nearly impossible to accomplish as everything can change rather quickly. One thing that hardly ever changes is his desperation for love and attention which leads to him becoming rather clingy to others once getting to know them, but his way of showing attachment isn't by following others around. He typically demands praise from those near him. He's rather charismatic which allows him to befriend people easily and an extreme extrovert when it comes to his gigs.
He's a rather stubborn individual who goes by the standards "It's my way or the high way", but that's typically how it seems on the outside. The big-headed pop star that everyone adores.
When not pressed up against the public,Vesnir is very introverted. He's basically the complete opposite of their "tv" personality. Kind, humble, and overall He's scared to show it off to the world as he's already known as this big hot shot who's full of himself,as he feels like the world would hate him for being so plain. It's almost as if a voice is controlling his thoughts and actions leading him to believe that he's trapped inside a golden prison.
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Companion
A golden tiger by the name of Hasani

"𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃"

Theme song:
Stay Gold - Stevie Wonder
Motivational Playlist:
1.OneRepublic- Everybody Loves Me Lyrics
2.Me Too - Meghan Trainor
3.Aqua - Barbie Girl
4.Vengaboys - We Like To Party
Occupation(s);
A full time international pop star.
There's never a dull moment with the job he peruses.
He hardly sits still as he's mainly on the go from
one country to the next all in one night.
Hobbies/ Past times
•Self-Admiration
•Practicing song in silence
•Giving massages to others
•Spending time with Hasani
•Trying on outfits
•Site- seeing on his tours

Likes:
•His golden glamour
•Taking strolls at midnight in the dessert
•Performing in front of crowds
•His loving companion
•Attention
•His own reflection

Dislikes:
•Being ignored while in a room full of people
•His family
•Chains and ropes
•Isolation
•Dull objects
•Seeing pain inflicted on others
Pros:
- Skilled singer and dancer
-Willing to lend a hand to those struggling
-Tolerant of many types of people

Cons:
-Slightly bossy
-Self absorbed
-Overly sensitive
-Fragile

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒

History:

"The Origin of the Golden Rose"
𝓐 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓮

𝒜 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹...


Everyone's story has a beginning, a middle and an end, very much like the cycle of life for all living things, but even the smallest thing can have the most interesting story. This story, however, is of a rare golden rose that started to take root in the desserts of Turkey.

Vesnir didn't start out as the star he is today.His origin wasn't as bright as the shine on his tail, in fact there wasn't a golden touch to him at all.He was dull. He grew up on the outskirts of Turkey on a barren wasteland covered in sand. Food and water were very scarce in this area, and many times he, and his family, had to fight for these resources, and it was always Ves that got the short end of the stick. Being the runt of the litter was not an easy task to handle. With two older, much stronger brothers, a father who was a thief and a mother that viewed herself as a queen, coming by things wasn't easy. He and his family lived a nomadic lifestyle, moving from one desert cave to the next. Out of spite, his family forced him to carry all of their belongings and often neglected him as a son and treated him more like a servant.

Eventually his family completely disowned him as one of their own. He was beaten on a daily basis for the smallest of things from carrying the tents in the wrong way to walking too slow. He typically escaped his daily torment by singing to himself among the sand dunes. It was the only way he could find peace within his nightmare. By the time he was the age of 13, he was fed up with the contant beatings and the mistreatment.
His cream coat was browning, his eyes were stained with fatigue and his body was covered in several blisters. Enough was enough.
One night, he slowly crept out of his family's current cave and began to walk in whichever way the wind was blowing.

...𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹...

He continued on this path until he nearly passed out from pure exhaustion. He was nearly on the brink of giving up and perishing in the deserts of Turkey, but then he suddenly saw a light. A light that couldn't be mimicked by any mortal on this earth. Slowly , it approached the dying kalon and began to speak. " I see you suffering...I can help...I can give you all you've ever wanted. The attention your family never gave to you. I know how you can re-gain all the love stolen from you..." Intrigued by what the spirit was offering he continued to listen. "I heard you singing long ago...The melodious tune of your voice is soothing enough to make the wildest beast turn into a domesticated pet. With that voice of yours millions will adore you..., but in order to be known..I need a little favor I'd like to ask of you." Vesnir sat up slowly listening to this mystical orb in front of him. "Alight..I'm listening"he said. " I need a vessel...A vessel I can use to stay alive in this world..and you're the perfect candidate..."said the orb with a devious chuckle.

...𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌...

The kalon's eyes widened in shock at the request. It was just as bad as making a deal with the devil, but was this a risk he was willing to take? He took a few moments to think through the consequences, but there weren't any. He would get away from his good- for- nothing family and hopefully get the respect he truly deserved. The glowing orb slowly floated around him with a wicked smile and a welcoming hand. "So what do ya say pal?...Deal". Instantly the kalon agreed to the terms of the spirit and shook it's hand confirming the deal. A bright light engulfed the two of them as they fused into one. Vesnir's brown goat soon turned to one of gold. His eyes were the only clear sign that the possession took place. When the light dimmed down, he took a quick peek of his new body. Was it too late to reconsider?

...𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃𝓈...

From that moment on, Vesnir left his family and vowed to never return. When they decided to show him off for profit he was finally done. He ventured into the city which is where his stardom began. He first started by singing on the street corners of shops on the marks and made his way up to preforming for the royals.

His future seemed as bright as his coat, but Vesnir wasn't aware that merging with the spirit would come back to haunt him, but when? None can tell.

...𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 [u]𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁[/u]

[ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ɪ ᴇ ʟ]

Ahhhh i need to do but i like dont have time




Mark anyways in case i can = v =

[Mid-life]

'little light'
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Username;; Mid-life
Name;; Lucille
Meaning;; 'Little light' in French
Gender;; Female
Sexuality;; Unsure
Age;; 22
Occupation;; Gypsy
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I lost connection, so if you'd like the art to use in your form, please PM me <3

[seawoof]

username;; seawoof
name;; cicily
gender;; female

some real good art is gonna go here :0

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[Paints]

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[[Username]]
Pleasureable Paints
[[Name]]
Glaze Kemes
[[Gender]]
Male
[[Age]]
22
[[Sexuality]]
Bisexual
[[Fav Movie]]
Lord of the Rings
[[Fav color]]
Gold, brown and red
[[Spirit Animal]]
Doe
[[Likes]]
Food, Museums, Egypt, Dragons, Family, Animals
[[Dislikes]]
Cliché, Lies, Cheaters, Scary movies, Being late, Soda.
[[Fear]]
Failure, letting Glaze's family down, scarab beetles.
[[Personality Poem]]

Dream big, sparkle more and let your light shine.
This is just what Glaze does, though he always takes his time.
Don't ever let anyone dim your glow.
He takes pride in himself, and makes sure it's up for show.

Glaze is from the unique Kalon species.
His passion is to look after other small beasties.
A golden Kalon, dreaming of that one day.
He could be working for an animal shelter, not having it any other way.

Glaze has his very own powerful music mix tape.
He listens to it while he works as it fits his personality shape.
Currently working as the janitor of the local museum.
He always tries to clean the large Egyptian coliseum.

When Glaze isn't listening to music, cleaning or dreaming.
He's sitting down to watch his favourite movies streaming.
Lord of the Rings has always been his favourite movie style.
Whether he has seen it recently or not seen for a while.

Watching his all time favourite movies, Glaze will always have food at hand.
Whether it's for stress, hunger or depression it's close enough Glaze doesn't need to stand.
But despite not being a fussy eater, there is one thing he will never have.
Glaze rejects all soda drinks, no matter how much he may crave.

Another of his many dislikes, Glaze absolutely hates all kinds of scams.
Lies, cheats, scams and hacks, they can never draw him in their thieving programmes.
Among his numerous amount of his favourite things.
Glaze's favourite colors and gold, red, brown and the colors of rings.

But most of all in Glaze's life, he has his extreme soft side.
Even though sometimes this journey can be a wild ride.
So while he sits at home and stares at the fireplace ember.
Glaze, the golden ring kalon will always be a loyal family member

History

Glaze was once rich, and powerful coming from a striving family tree. With ancestors from Egypt, Glaze loves to dress up in golden jewellery to mark the tradition in his family named "The Golden Feast". The tradition named this way, The Golden Feast is an annual occasion that the Kemes family celebrate and mourn for the day that King Tutankhamun died. The tradition goes that each family member brings to a table a golden token, and food to be roasted. They put the food in the spit roaster, and turn it while everybody sings and dances. The tokens are thrown into the fire and melt, the smoke from the gold rising into the roast hence the name The Golden Feast. Once all the food has been cooked, the Kemes sit down and proceed to eat while gazing into the fire as the smoke rises into the night.

Glaze has a serious case of depression. This is why mainly his music playlist is choc-a-block full of sad and depressing songs. His depression is caused by a traumatizing event that happened in his childhood. At the age of 13, had to say his final goodbyes to his grandma. She was the light of his life... she would always offer him candy, help him with anything, she would cry with him when they lost their beloved cat Bubble, and most importantly, she was there for him. But to say his final goodbyes to the old and joyous lady, it pushed him to the brink. Glaze fell over the waterfall of emotions. He would cry for hours at the mention of any old people, lies in bed and stares at the ceiling, and even skips meals! And skipping meals is not Glaze's style as he loves food.

If Glaze could say one thing to her, he would say;
"I wish I had spent more time with you. I am so sorry that I was rude to you, I didn't understand at the time what I was doing and that you were old, sick and dying. I wish you were here with me again, even if only for a few minutes. I miss you..."

[[Music Playlist]]
Glaze's music mix tape.
[[Art]]

Art credit to humboldt
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The history of Glaze's grandma is true, not in the character but myself. I cried while writing it as it brings back memories of my grandma who was always there when I needed support and love. R.I.P, I will miss you and forever think of you...