[Jypheran]

Mark

[.zombie]

username:: grr.
name:: tbd
gender:: male
aesthetic::res with geckos???

[tiny little box]

username::tiny little box
name::aero
gender::female
aesthetic::Sky aesthetic

[foxxbreath]

Life is their aesthetic tbh
Res

[Silk.]

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Username::❤SugarSweets❤
Name::Polaroid
Gender::Female
Aesthetic::

➳Ethereal
➳The paranormal
➳The feeling of safety, yet being on edge, you're torn between which side to choose
➳The northern lights
➳Mystery
➳Polar areas
➳A cold, unfamiliar place

[MotherMother]

username:: MotherMother
name:: Barry
gender:: male
aesthetic::

The strong minty toothpaste trying to wake you up in the morning

The blue haze that fills a room in darkness

The buzzing television screen that hypnotizes you, so tired you could slip into dreamland but you just want to finish that episode

The frothy bubbles of a wave tickling your toes on a sandy beach

The crisp blue sky that invited the neighbourhood childrens' kites

The soft jingling of the bell tied round the cat's neck

The worn down rug glinting next to the fireplace

The abstract painting that no one understands, but everybody loves

The sweet, unrecognizable smell that reminds you of childhood

The "bloonk" of a pebble dipping into a lake

The whiz of a fishing rod in your father's hands

The soft, angelic eyes of your mother as she gave you a goodnight kiss

The cozy old blanket that should have been thrown out long ago, but you wouldn't dare

A hot summer's night

The blue fighting against a blazing campfire

The rain that makes others cold, but you're the only one it keeps warm

The twisted old tree that you climbed to impress your friends

The long grass you dozed in with your dog

The sparkling blue soda you bought on a day out in the park with your friend

The miniscule, delicate flowers that shivered in the breeze

A babbling brook which never had fish, but you always looked for them anyway

The hammock that rocked gently like a mother's arms

The bright blue website full of online games that you secretly played on at school in the computer lab when the teacher wasn't looking

The remote control car that could barely conquer a twig, but you thought it was the coolest monster truck in the world

The softening cry of a baby as she calms down to her mother's voice

The whirl of the world around you as you're spun around in your father's strong arms

The birds you wish you could become, to sit serenely on your perch and bellow out songs to the world

The frost on a kitchen window on a frigid morning

The cool blue that bootprints in the snow get

The crisp water from glaciers far away, though it doesn't seem to taste any different

The long, seemingly endless car rides during road trips with your family

The window in a math classroom

The feather of the common jay, overlooked and ignored but beautiful nonetheless

An angry crab scuttling under a rock after you lifted his

The clicks of your old dog's nails approaching you

The musk of home

Christmas lights with more than a few blown out

A broken bike

The "potion" children make out of crazy drinks, guaranteed to turn you into anything you wanted

Almost, but not quite, at the point of understanding that new math concept

A scratchy throat in the morning

The off-key notes of your middle school band, amateur but joyous

The summer berries that make the berry-picker not even notice a thorn prick

A warm but slightly awkward hug from a friend

The anticipation of getting your test results back

Seeing your driver's license for the first time, too happy to notice the bad photo

The braces of the quiet classmate that warp her into a pit of self-consciousness, but she gets nothing but compliments on the new look.

The noisemaker you honked on New Year

The statue that stood alone in the abandoned city, a history deep within its eyes

The white picket fence that held a world of mystery behind it

The burst of tart in your mouth that comes with a freshly baked blueberry pie

[ThatDragonAdara]

beautiful child ;-; (i cri evereh tem)

username:: ThatDragonAdara
name:: Cloud-dancer
gender:: Male
aesthetic:: Wip

[catyclaws]

username::
name::
gender::
aesthetic::
/wip

[tapestry]

username:: tapestry
name:: Theodore "Teddy"
gender:: Male
aesthetic::

Slow days at home. Open screen windows. Fruit-infused water. Humming a song to yourself as you work. Seeing an animal in the clouds. Your family's engulfing hug, holding you close. Mint chip ice cream in sugar cones. Running through the park aimlessly. Bare feet in the mud. Cold water. Catching minnows in a plastic bucket. Finally coming to a realization after days of uncertainty. Stick fights in the woods. Blue raspberry slushies. Warm thunderstorms. When you've had a hard day and you see a gift waiting for you when you come home. A cat-patterned umbrella and muddy yellow boots. Fish tanks with cute fish swimming idly inside. The smell of earth. Looking for frogs in the grass. Dipping your toes in the creek. Oranges. Hugging your favorite stuffed animal to your face when you're sad. Sleeping with the windows open. Brightly-colored playground equipment. Band-aids with your favorite characters on them. Bumblebees and dragonflies. Being hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, you're crying and you don't even know why. Climbing the apple tree. Laying under the trees to feel the light, warm breeze in the lazy afternoon. Visiting a place you remembered when you were young only to find nothing's really changed at all. A single tear of happiness, shed upon seeing your childhood home for the first time since you left it.

[mimikkyuu]

username:: Яapscallion
name:: Leighla
gender:: Female
aesthetic::

the cold, gentle touch of the window by morning.

the continuous hum of the freezing night breeze as the city lives without light.

the fresh, crisp air that caresses your cheek as you walk out the door.

when the sky is dark blue and the trees are pitch black, just about 5:44.

the first calm ca-coos and coo-hoos from the pigeons that rest upon a flickering street lamp.

a slight touch of warmth that rests upon a cold face.

shaded concrete, a single finger away from scorching gravel.

the brightness of a fountain and the coolness of its touch.

when the sky is a light blue, a hot pink, a waning yellow, and a passionate orange, a split second within 7:45.

the pull on your eyes as they are depraved of rest.

the night train, cruising on rusty, dusty rails, calling out its harrowing howl to a moonless sky.