[jolteon]

username; jolteon
name; Reiko
gender; female
used to live in harajuku japan (place in tokyo known for its colorfulness), fit right in
came to america, gets uncomfortable stares etc
tattoo artist?
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2000 words allowed for total form // up to 6 pieces of art

[sillies]

res if time


- total diva
- razzle dazzle form
- uh

[~Ash Wolf~]

Eck don't have the time

[illumié]

username; Illumié
name; Roxanne
gender; Female
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Roxie was not, what one would call, raised in any kind of a good environment for a child. This was due to the fact that her mother and father were both heavy drinkers who got a bit too cozy in a nightclub one time. Thusly, she was raised exclusively by her mother without so much as a glance of her father. This wasn't easy as you'd expect, considering he mother was either drinking or bringing home stray men. Roxie would sometimes be left alone for days at a time, so she learned from a very young age to care for herself since she knew that no-one else would. Thusly, She became very street-smart and mentally hardened to the fact that this was her life, not knowing any other way of living. As she got older conditions got worse for her as she was at the point in her life where she must fight back at her mother. This point in time happens to all eventually, but things are usually relaxed over time and ultimately resolved. For Roxie, however, things only got worse. Her mother and herself began to fight more and more to the point where Roxie felt utterly emotionally and physically drained. After being forced to drop out of college, Roxie finally decided that she must run away. However since she had no money she couldn't leave the city where she lived. She wandered the streets for a while making money in any way she could, slowly despising herself more and more as she made it up in her head that her life had amounted to nothing and she was utterly worthless. Finally one day she couldn't take it anymore and decided to turn to alcohol to soothe her. She walked to the local bar with the notion of wasting the night away, and it was there that she found exactly what she needed. Not booze, but Leia. Now while Leia could be a bit hasty and aggressive as most who live in large cities are, she is very knowledgeable of people, has a soft heart for those who are in need, and never hesitates to help them out in any way. And Roxie certainly looked like she needed some help. Leia greeted her more kindly than she had ever been greeted in her whole life and offered to help her out. Roxie, feeling resigned to her life, would have easily said no if it looked like she had a choice, but it appeared that she didn't so she reluctantly went with Leia. Leia helped her get back on her feet, giving her a job at the café where she worked, food off her plate, and even allowed Roxie to room with her. She is now a waitress at the café and earns a pretty good living (as waitressing makes good money) and continues to share rent with Leia, who became her closest friend. She has also met with Leia's tight group of friends and is (for the most part) on good terms with them as well, and is just generally living a much safer and healthier life. She never would have dreamed to be this happy and can finally say she is hopeful for what her future may hold.

Relationships:
Leia- Her closest friend who helped her out of the hole she had sunk herself into. They talk all the time and share everything with each other. Their personalities are somewhat opposite, as Leia is an expressive extrovert while Roxie is a introvert (not "reserved" per se, but not much of a talker), but they share many of the same tastes and Roxie is perfectly fine with just listening to Leia ramble on about her day and nodding at the right times so they get along quite well.

Cover- Being Leia's partner, Cover was the first one of Leia's group that she met. They are pretty awkward around each other as Cover is a viscet of very few words, but they both have a mutual respect for each other having both been forced to live with no-one to help them but themselves.

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[veridian]

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username qpplepie ' name estelle rivera ' gender female
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my name is estelle rivera. i'm not normal.

but i'm not different either. the only thing different between you & me are my eyes. maybe you'd see me going down
the street, and you wouldn't even look at me. i'd prefer that, to be honest. but maybe, you would steal a glance, just
a look, a peak at my face, as you would to any stranger walking past. and you would see my eyes. striking pink , and
startling purple. and maybe i'd catch you looking at me strange, and maybe i'd glance away, but the image would just
be in your mind for quite a while long. striking pink. startling purple.

i told you, my eyes are the only things that are worth looking at me. i think.. if i was born with any other person's eyes
you'd hardly even look at me. your eyes would not linger for those few seconds longer, and nothing would have been ..
slightly awkward between two random strangers on a street.

sometimes i like to be mysterious. maybe i'd see you staring at my face, and i'd smirk. maybe. you see, it's not nice
to stare at a stranger's face, but it's not rude either. it could mean that something is wrong, or that something is nice.

my name is estelle rivera. i'm not normal, but that may not be a bad thing.

[Mint Chip]

small extension. This now ends Oct. 4th, 2017 @ 8pm CST.
no more extensions after that.

[Vixen Luo]

"Ｅｌｖｉｒａ" Ｑｕｉｎｎ

name;; Quinn, however she prefers to be known as "Elvira" to those who view her content.
gender;; female (DFAB)
personality;;


• Quinn is an enigma, really. To her adoring fans on the internet, she is Elvira, empress of the macabre, a model of unmatched beauty and eerie charm -- however, to those who know her personally, she is Quinn, a socially awkward and withdrawn bookworm who hardly speaks more than she has to. Quinn channels her desires into her character, which is what makes Elvira such a strong presence; all of the fearless presence and drawn attention is portrayed in every snap of an image, drained from the model until she's back to square one, awkward and embarrassed if too many eyes get stuck on her -- which is why her popularity in itself has drawn her to live in a more quiet and older area, one where fans aren't likely to flock and overwhelm her. She has severe stage fright and freezes up when she's nervous; certainly a night and day difference between her persona and her real self. However, encouragement from Emeric (mostly Bernadette, really) has helped her determine how to handle herself most of the time. Her deepest, darkest fear remains the same -- having to get out on stage one day and sell the character she has become.
  More than anything, Quinn loves to read. On her off-time, she is most likely curled up alone in her home with a warm drink and a book she's likely to have borrowed from Estellise, her best friend's mother, who does nothing but fuel Quinn's avid reading habits with glee. Reading is how she channels out her extra stress and unease after a hard day of work, and provides some much needed relaxation for her anytime she gets the chance.

  
  

• Honestly, Quinn wasn't sure how she'd blown up.
  Much like an overnight sensation, she had been posting images and makeup tutorials as an over-compensating teenager when she'd been spotted with her unique eyes, her unique, uneven colors, her gothic look even naturally -- and she took the gothic and fashion world by storm.
  
  She was never comfortable with cameras. Quinn was only a good actress, someone who had done well in theater class in high school but hadn't done enough to consider it a calling -- and in front of nothing but a machine without a soul and judgment in its single eye to watch her, she could pull off her best performance as a cool, composed vixen with enchantment in her eyes and mysticism in her very breath, something to marvel at and pay attention to. She stole the breath away of her fans.
  
  At least, that was how her fans addressed it and how her agents described her in the magazines. She was never able to attach such thoughts to her own image, being far too afraid of seeming vain or snarky to accept compliments or positive remarks about herself. Still yet, she had matured during her career; she was comfortable in her own skin once she was years down the line, and in her work, it showed. Up until she had planned to hold a show to meet and greet her fans, nearly sold out the small auditorium that had been booked...and drove her little heart wild with glee and fear alike. Mostly fear.
  
  Could she do this?
  
  --
  
  "You've seen her in your favorite magazines. You've gazed upon her work everywhere. Fans of the things that go bump in the night, rally up some applause and welcome your Midnight Empress...Elvira!!"
  Oh god. Oh, god. This was such a terrible idea.
  
  Breathe. You can do this. Her eyes squeezed shut nervously, ears pinned back against her head as she paced behind the curtains. Her tail swayed delicately, oh so meekly skirting around the things she could have been trampling or knocking down deliberately.
  "Oh, no, I can't," she whispered to herself, feeling frustrated tears welling in her eyes. "This was such a bad idea. Why did I let them talk me into this-!?"
  
  "Quinn, hon? You doing okay?" Her shoulders jumped as a voice entered the small space and her agent, Isabelle, perked her ears. "They're crying your name out there. Aren't you excited?"
  
  "No!" Her retort was a little sharp, making her own muzzle sting as if it had been bitten. However, Isabelle still gently clapped a paw on her shoulder.
  
  "Hey, now. It's okay to be nervous," she said comfortingly, and Quinn's eyes shifted to look away. "Look at me, sweet pea," she insisted softly, until Quinn hesitantly obeyed, trying desperately not to cry in front of the other viscet. "You're alright. How do you pep yourself up for a video or a shoot, hm?"
  
  "D-don't talk to me like I'm a little kid," she muttered, as if stubbornly trying to avoid the question...before she swallowed hard and forced out a reply. "I just--I don't know, I do it."
  Isabelle was quiet, then, simply watching her with a mild look in her eyes.
  
  "...I...I remind myself that I'm me, and Elvira is a character. And...I made her. She can be whatever I want because I understand her more than anyone else ever could. Because she's a part of me I can't be every day." She relaxed a little, wiping away her tears.
  Distantly, she could hear the cries growing louder.
  
  "Elvira!! Elvira!!"
  
  Her heart throbbed in her chest as she looked up at Isabelle, who smiled warmly at her.
  "What's the difference between those times and now?" she asked, although from the way her tone carried, it wasn't meant for an answer. It was a prod for action.
  
  Quinn hesitated before she straightened herself up and ran her paws under her eyes to dry her tears again, taking a small breath and composing herself. Isabelle was right; she just had to try her best to pretend that the people outside were...just a bunch of cameras. With voices. And eyes...
  
  N-no, c'mon, you can do it. A small snort of breath left her nose and she composed herself, tipping her chin up as she pushed the curtains aside, hearing the cheers split the air harder than ever. Her spine stiffened and she felt her heart nearly stop as she stared out at the crowd, all the sorts of people she never thought she would have actually interacted with before.
  
  Her fans.
  
  "...." She made her way to the center of the stage, waiting patiently for the crowd to simmer down. It didn't, really; it was like a mass that couldn't be tamed from her perspective, something that made her stomach twist with anxiety even after her agent's pep talk.
  
  Her voice spilled into the microphone before she realized what she was doing.
  "U-uh.."
  Her blood ran cold as all eyes bore into her and silence swept over the room in a rush, making her somehow even more nervous than she'd ever been with all of the noise before. Silence was her enemy here. "Th-thank you all for coming out," she stammered, forcing herself to move as she flinched from the excited cheers that answered her words. Didn't they see how ridiculous she looked, wallowing when she had an image to uphold? Remember your blocking. Don't get nervous.
  
  Don't get nervous? Hah!
  
  --
  
  "Honestly, Elvira is such an amazing icon. I mean, she's, like...beautiful AND awkward. She's totally cool and I think she shows that you don't have to be flawless and perfect to be good at stuff."
  
  A clatter of a book onto the table Quinn was reading her phone off of made her jump as Emeric slid into his seat across from her,
  fidgeting a little with a soft, meek 'hey' before Bernadette swung around, fur flying from her mouth.
  "Quinn! Oh, darlin', I saw how good you did at that show. Well, I couldn't see it. Bucko here could." She aggressively nudged her host body, who fidgeted and glanced around with an apparently embarrassed look on his face. "Anyway...details!! How on earth did you not fall apart on-stage!?"
  
  "I-I don't know. Uh...I'm kind of surprised I still have a fanbase," Quinn muttered, adjusting the glasses resting on her muzzle. In all honesty, it had tanked. She was too nervous to stay on stage for more than a few minutes, having hardly gotten through her introduction and beginning of her show before she'd finally felt so sick she had to flee the stage. The ringing cries and pleas for her to come back still haunted her mind. God, she was such a screw-up.
  
  "Hey." Her ear twitched as Emeric's soft voice sounded again, her teary eyes lowering to see that he'd sufficiently clamped his elbow atop Bernadette's hair to keep her mouth shut while she squirmed. The sight made her giggle and she shifted, sniffling as he spoke.
  "People...um." Emeric shrugged a little.
  "When people think you're perfect, it's...not as good as it sounds. They expect a lot out of you." He picked her phone up, scanning the comments Quinn had been reading and smiling a bit. "We've all known you're kind of...you."
  
  "What's that supposed to mean?" she muttered softly, feeling her fur grow hot, but she let him finish.
  
  "Your fans, I mean. They already knew you weren't a paradigm of perfection, and they liked that. You're not normal or stuck-up or amazing with people or attention -- and I don't mean bad...um..." He shifted again. "I-I'm sorry. It's coming out all wrong.."
  Bernadette finally flung her mouth open again with glee, jerking so harshly that Emeric was nearly jostled to his feet again.
  
  "Q, you're lame. People know you're lame and they relate to it. It's a good lame!!"
  
  Quinn snorted and shifted, smiling a little at the way the sentient tail spoke. "I-I guess? I mean...that's what they're all saying, anyway. They're just being kind of nice about it."
  
  "They could be saying a lot worse..." Emeric mumbled. "And it's not often that celebrities get cut so much slack for something like that. It just goes to show how much people care about you. Or--how inspired by you they are."
  
  "B-but I'm just a model," she argued. "I'm not that great. I just...advertise stuff and try to look cool."
  
  "Yeah, but you also make trends, make people think being goth is cool--" Bernadette was cut off by the stern, soft sigh from Emeric - "and, ya know, you're pretty. I think. Can't see ya."
  
  "I-I guess." She couldn't hide her little smile at the thought. "What do you think...if I made some daily videos or something? Vlogs? To show I'm just, y'know...me. An everyday person."
  
  "That's great!" Emeric replied, an excited look in his eyes. "I think everyone would love that. If not everyone, then...well, almost everyone. It's worth a shot."
  
  "I think so, too!" Excitement bubbled inside of her and she grinned, taking her phone back. "I'll make a post about it later today,
  I think. Say cheese!!" She had to act fast before he fled.
  
  She gave an eager grin to the camera as she turned and held her phone up, clicking a picture while Emeric let out a noise akin to a squawk of surprise.
  "Quinn!!"
  
  "Sorry. Gotta show off my family, y'know~"
  
  Family. Yeah, that would be a good caption for this photo.
  
  Her family away from her family of fans.
  

  
  
• 1,864 words total
• 1/6 art used (art by lex)
• emeric & bernadette, isabelle and estelle all belong to me

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Sorry for the extremely long wait, but I had a lot of trouble trying to decide the winner of this specific viscet. I had two forms that were so neck in neck that I had to get five or six different opinions on the forms before I could finally choose a winner. Most of the opinions I got were about the same as my own, that both forms while both vastly different were both extremely well written, developed and displayed which made this decision one of the hardest I've ever had to make and I've judged legendaries before. That being said, I did finally make the decision on the winner with the help of two others who gave me some extra input that helped determine this.

I'll start by saying that both forms were phenomenal. Both exceeded my expectations for this competition and really just blew me away. Both had great stories, a lot of character growth and development and showed off who these characters were so well. The winner of this one won by only a small margin and honestly this is one of those competitions that if I could simple split the viscet into two and give you both it, I would. So in light of just how good the form that didn't win was I am going to be offering an RU which will come with a similar hair style mutation & items as well as will be dual colored too. The winner of the RU can pick one pastel color listed here that will be on one side of the viscet; so you can select one of these pastels: blue, yellow, green, pink, purple or orange. I'll select the other side's color when designing. c: If you choose not to take the RU then you'll be credited x3 Stubs instead.

Okay and now for the winner and RU --

The RU will be going to trans. Again your form was just fantastic and I loved what you came up with, it was unique and interesting. It drew me from the start. And this was a tough decision to make.

The Win will be going to true knight. Your form was just fantastic and surprised me. I loved the approach you took though I think what really won the form in this case was showing how the character was changing a bit more than your competitor. But again, it was just a really really close competition.

"Ｅｌｖｉｒａ" Ｑｕｉｎｎ

name;; Quinn, however she prefers to be known as "Elvira" to those who view her content.
gender;; female (DFAB)
personality;;


• Quinn is an enigma, really. To her adoring fans on the internet, she is Elvira, empress of the macabre, a model of unmatched beauty and eerie charm -- however, to those who know her personally, she is Quinn, a socially awkward and withdrawn bookworm who hardly speaks more than she has to. Quinn channels her desires into her character, which is what makes Elvira such a strong presence; all of the fearless presence and drawn attention is portrayed in every snap of an image, drained from the model until she's back to square one, awkward and embarrassed if too many eyes get stuck on her -- which is why her popularity in itself has drawn her to live in a more quiet and older area, one where fans aren't likely to flock and overwhelm her. She has severe stage fright and freezes up when she's nervous; certainly a night and day difference between her persona and her real self. However, encouragement from Emeric (mostly Bernadette, really) has helped her determine how to handle herself most of the time. Her deepest, darkest fear remains the same -- having to get out on stage one day and sell the character she has become.
  More than anything, Quinn loves to read. On her off-time, she is most likely curled up alone in her home with a warm drink and a book she's likely to have borrowed from Estellise, her best friend's mother, who does nothing but fuel Quinn's avid reading habits with glee. Reading is how she channels out her extra stress and unease after a hard day of work, and provides some much needed relaxation for her anytime she gets the chance.

  
  

• Honestly, Quinn wasn't sure how she'd blown up.
  Much like an overnight sensation, she had been posting images and makeup tutorials as an over-compensating teenager when she'd been spotted with her unique eyes, her unique, uneven colors, her gothic look even naturally -- and she took the gothic and fashion world by storm.
  
  She was never comfortable with cameras. Quinn was only a good actress, someone who had done well in theater class in high school but hadn't done enough to consider it a calling -- and in front of nothing but a machine without a soul and judgment in its single eye to watch her, she could pull off her best performance as a cool, composed vixen with enchantment in her eyes and mysticism in her very breath, something to marvel at and pay attention to. She stole the breath away of her fans.
  
  At least, that was how her fans addressed it and how her agents described her in the magazines. She was never able to attach such thoughts to her own image, being far too afraid of seeming vain or snarky to accept compliments or positive remarks about herself. Still yet, she had matured during her career; she was comfortable in her own skin once she was years down the line, and in her work, it showed. Up until she had planned to hold a show to meet and greet her fans, nearly sold out the small auditorium that had been booked...and drove her little heart wild with glee and fear alike. Mostly fear.
  
  Could she do this?
  
  --
  
  "You've seen her in your favorite magazines. You've gazed upon her work everywhere. Fans of the things that go bump in the night, rally up some applause and welcome your Midnight Empress...Elvira!!"
  Oh god. Oh, god. This was such a terrible idea.
  
  Breathe. You can do this. Her eyes squeezed shut nervously, ears pinned back against her head as she paced behind the curtains. Her tail swayed delicately, oh so meekly skirting around the things she could have been trampling or knocking down deliberately.
  "Oh, no, I can't," she whispered to herself, feeling frustrated tears welling in her eyes. "This was such a bad idea. Why did I let them talk me into this-!?"
  
  "Quinn, hon? You doing okay?" Her shoulders jumped as a voice entered the small space and her agent, Isabelle, perked her ears. "They're crying your name out there. Aren't you excited?"
  
  "No!" Her retort was a little sharp, making her own muzzle sting as if it had been bitten. However, Isabelle still gently clapped a paw on her shoulder.
  
  "Hey, now. It's okay to be nervous," she said comfortingly, and Quinn's eyes shifted to look away. "Look at me, sweet pea," she insisted softly, until Quinn hesitantly obeyed, trying desperately not to cry in front of the other viscet. "You're alright. How do you pep yourself up for a video or a shoot, hm?"
  
  "D-don't talk to me like I'm a little kid," she muttered, as if stubbornly trying to avoid the question...before she swallowed hard and forced out a reply. "I just--I don't know, I do it."
  Isabelle was quiet, then, simply watching her with a mild look in her eyes.
  
  "...I...I remind myself that I'm me, and Elvira is a character. And...I made her. She can be whatever I want because I understand her more than anyone else ever could. Because she's a part of me I can't be every day." She relaxed a little, wiping away her tears.
  Distantly, she could hear the cries growing louder.
  
  "Elvira!! Elvira!!"
  
  Her heart throbbed in her chest as she looked up at Isabelle, who smiled warmly at her.
  "What's the difference between those times and now?" she asked, although from the way her tone carried, it wasn't meant for an answer. It was a prod for action.
  
  Quinn hesitated before she straightened herself up and ran her paws under her eyes to dry her tears again, taking a small breath and composing herself. Isabelle was right; she just had to try her best to pretend that the people outside were...just a bunch of cameras. With voices. And eyes...
  
  N-no, c'mon, you can do it. A small snort of breath left her nose and she composed herself, tipping her chin up as she pushed the curtains aside, hearing the cheers split the air harder than ever. Her spine stiffened and she felt her heart nearly stop as she stared out at the crowd, all the sorts of people she never thought she would have actually interacted with before.
  
  Her fans.
  
  "...." She made her way to the center of the stage, waiting patiently for the crowd to simmer down. It didn't, really; it was like a mass that couldn't be tamed from her perspective, something that made her stomach twist with anxiety even after her agent's pep talk.
  
  Her voice spilled into the microphone before she realized what she was doing.
  "U-uh.."
  Her blood ran cold as all eyes bore into her and silence swept over the room in a rush, making her somehow even more nervous than she'd ever been with all of the noise before. Silence was her enemy here. "Th-thank you all for coming out," she stammered, forcing herself to move as she flinched from the excited cheers that answered her words. Didn't they see how ridiculous she looked, wallowing when she had an image to uphold? Remember your blocking. Don't get nervous.
  
  Don't get nervous? Hah!
  
  --
  
  "Honestly, Elvira is such an amazing icon. I mean, she's, like...beautiful AND awkward. She's totally cool and I think she shows that you don't have to be flawless and perfect to be good at stuff."
  
  A clatter of a book onto the table Quinn was reading her phone off of made her jump as Emeric slid into his seat across from her,
  fidgeting a little with a soft, meek 'hey' before Bernadette swung around, fur flying from her mouth.
  "Quinn! Oh, darlin', I saw how good you did at that show. Well, I couldn't see it. Bucko here could." She aggressively nudged her host body, who fidgeted and glanced around with an apparently embarrassed look on his face. "Anyway...details!! How on earth did you not fall apart on-stage!?"
  
  "I-I don't know. Uh...I'm kind of surprised I still have a fanbase," Quinn muttered, adjusting the glasses resting on her muzzle. In all honesty, it had tanked. She was too nervous to stay on stage for more than a few minutes, having hardly gotten through her introduction and beginning of her show before she'd finally felt so sick she had to flee the stage. The ringing cries and pleas for her to come back still haunted her mind. God, she was such a screw-up.
  
  "Hey." Her ear twitched as Emeric's soft voice sounded again, her teary eyes lowering to see that he'd sufficiently clamped his elbow atop Bernadette's hair to keep her mouth shut while she squirmed. The sight made her giggle and she shifted, sniffling as he spoke.
  "People...um." Emeric shrugged a little.
  "When people think you're perfect, it's...not as good as it sounds. They expect a lot out of you." He picked her phone up, scanning the comments Quinn had been reading and smiling a bit. "We've all known you're kind of...you."
  
  "What's that supposed to mean?" she muttered softly, feeling her fur grow hot, but she let him finish.
  
  "Your fans, I mean. They already knew you weren't a paradigm of perfection, and they liked that. You're not normal or stuck-up or amazing with people or attention -- and I don't mean bad...um..." He shifted again. "I-I'm sorry. It's coming out all wrong.."
  Bernadette finally flung her mouth open again with glee, jerking so harshly that Emeric was nearly jostled to his feet again.
  
  "Q, you're lame. People know you're lame and they relate to it. It's a good lame!!"
  
  Quinn snorted and shifted, smiling a little at the way the sentient tail spoke. "I-I guess? I mean...that's what they're all saying, anyway. They're just being kind of nice about it."
  
  "They could be saying a lot worse..." Emeric mumbled. "And it's not often that celebrities get cut so much slack for something like that. It just goes to show how much people care about you. Or--how inspired by you they are."
  
  "B-but I'm just a model," she argued. "I'm not that great. I just...advertise stuff and try to look cool."
  
  "Yeah, but you also make trends, make people think being goth is cool--" Bernadette was cut off by the stern, soft sigh from Emeric - "and, ya know, you're pretty. I think. Can't see ya."
  
  "I-I guess." She couldn't hide her little smile at the thought. "What do you think...if I made some daily videos or something? Vlogs? To show I'm just, y'know...me. An everyday person."
  
  "That's great!" Emeric replied, an excited look in his eyes. "I think everyone would love that. If not everyone, then...well, almost everyone. It's worth a shot."
  
  "I think so, too!" Excitement bubbled inside of her and she grinned, taking her phone back. "I'll make a post about it later today,
  I think. Say cheese!!" She had to act fast before he fled.
  
  She gave an eager grin to the camera as she turned and held her phone up, clicking a picture while Emeric let out a noise akin to a squawk of surprise.
  "Quinn!!"
  
  "Sorry. Gotta show off my family, y'know~"
  
  Family. Yeah, that would be a good caption for this photo.
  
  Her family away from her family of fans.
  

  
  
• 1,864 words total
• 1/6 art used (art by lex)
• emeric & bernadette, isabelle and estelle all belong to me

[trans]

congrats true knight !! your form was awesome haha, i loved reading it a lot ;w;!! u deserve them tbh <3 :3c and tysm for the ru mint !! qwq im glad u liked my form enough to give me one haha, i was in a bit of rush so it wasnt nearly as great as i would've liked it to be but im glad you thought it was deserving of one none the less !! :")