[Softea]

eeee I can't believe we're already as 20 batches !!!



these will be a different kind of CYOP,
instead of giving me a palette and such,
you will be writing about them in a limited
impress me with beautiful photography to
show what kind of theme/aesthetic you want!


both pops are 4 stars

extras are allowed
prettying up is encouraged!
this ends on the 11th!
max words; 700 words
art max; 3 pieces
photography; max 2!



Code: Select all

username;
which pop???; cat or alien
name;
gender;
photography/aesthetic[no words or palettes];
impress me ;^)

[snuppy]

♥ Marcy ♥ Cat ♥ Shilo-Casey ♥ Trans Male ♥

♥ Jackson 5 - I want you back
♥ The Foundations - Build me up, buttercup
♥ Elton John & Kiki Dee - Dont go breaking my heart
♥ Whitney Houston - I wanna dance with somebody
♥ Cyndi Lauper - Girls just want to have fun
♥ Whitney Houston - How will I know
♥ Eurythmics - Sweet dreams (are made of this)
♥ Buggles - Video killed the radio star
♥ a-ha - Take on me
♥ Abba - Dancing queen

- arcade games
- bowling
- 70s/80s/90s pop music
- retro fashion
- cereal bars
- roller skating
- his walkman


- kale in any shape or form
- when the tape comes out of his cassette players
- temperatures above 70 degrees
- driving
- being interrupted while listening to music

[right]

[cribunni]

aloe~ || alien || Franny || female

“I miss the way it was
When instead of just my gooey brains
All that melted was popsicles and the rain just pelted down
Down on me” -waves



A collection of poems;



[ its like the walls are caving in. ]

I cannot describe what loneliness feels like, unless you’ve felt it yourself. All that comes to mind is a list of words; cold, empty, bare, alone. If you’ve never felt alone, then you’re the luckiest person on this planet. Unfortunately, most of us aren’t that lucky. And if you’re me, alone is all you can feel. Always. Loneliness is the man who walks alone on the beach each morning; no one can quite remember if he ever used to walk with company. Loneliness is the one tree outside of your window, it’s roots forever reaching for a companion. Loneliness is an astronaut,
floating away from the shuttle, and feeling no need to try to make it back, because this empty feeling is normal. This planet, is a lonely place. I have learned that if you are anything like me, you’ll need to make friends with the flowers.


[ my hands are shaking. ]

I often find that my brain works in weird ways. Like how I can remember the exact degree of your smile, or the hue of your eyes. How I sang every word to the song on the radio this morning, but I can’t seem to find my voice when asked if I am okay. My favorite time of the day is when it’s over. The burning sun sinks below the covers of the horizon, and sells its light to the moon. But, I am afraid of the dark. So I close my eyes, and try to imagine the light of the stars all around me. I feel the same way about love, and falling. You can’t call something a fear if you’re not wholeheartedly afraid of it. I am not afraid of falling, I’m afraid of what will happen when I stop. I am not afraid of loving, I am afraid of what will happen if you don’t love me too. I am not afraid of the dark, I’m afraid that your heat vision will pick up the coldness of my heart; like an x-ray seeking the truth. I am not afraid of you. I’m afraid of what you’ll think when you find out that I am nothing more than carbon, and sadness. I am not afraid. I’m not.

[ childhood taught me fear. ]

I fell in love for the first time at ten years old. I can still remember my heart stopping in its tracks. Everything about her was perfect. Her smile was the sun, thawing my ice cold world. And man, was she great at tag. That was back then. When my heart didn’t hide beneath the covers. It’s true, I still love the way she laughs. And the stories that she tells. My heart still beats a thousand times a minuet when I see her. But if the past has taught me anything, it’s that bravery is an ex best friend. I swallowed my words years ago. Told my tongue to tie itself in a knot, and linked arms with my good friend silence. See, I am the starving crow, who is too afraid of the scarecrow. Eventually, I will have to fly into the field. I fear that I will never break my silence. That my heart will forever be rioting in my chest, demanding to be heard by my bones; so that it can grab my strings and lead me to the light. But there is a voice in the back of my head, that says there is no prize for my efforts. So I don’t fly into the field. I starve.

[ imaginary friends. ]

Shining brilliantly and relentlessly
Thousands of miles away
Accepting, and always there
Radiating wisdom beyond their years
Sit silently, and listen.

[ 644/700 ]

x x

[☆ star child]

withdrawing because i dont have enough time to give the kitty the attention they deserve :pensive:

gl to everyone else!

[wishbone!]

username; plantfood
which pop???; alien
name; Demarco
gender; masculine [he/him]
photography/aesthetic[no words or palettes];
impress me ;^)

[persay]

pls feed me that gucci alien kid to save my soul

jkjk

username;
persay
which pop???;
alien
name;
gender;
photography/aesthetic[no words or palettes];
impress me ;^)

[sullivanish]

username; ailurophile.,
which pop???; cat
name; Adrian
gender; Nb
photography/aesthetic;

Wip

[bug;‌‌‌‏‏‏‏‏]

MAAARK

[triplethesix]

username; billie eilish,
which pop?; alien
name; tba
gender; male
aesthetic; <3

will pretty up n stuff later

[vlksx]

username; night skiies
which pop???; alien
name;
gender;
photography/aesthetic[no words or palettes];
impress me ;^)

res!!