[chickadee;;]

I-i-is it really? A Kia with a Vintage feel? c: Will certainly be trying, she would be amazing to design a dress for.

[pomme]

Dream kia right here owo

Things you must include!
Tell me about yourself! (You, not the Kiamara)
What's the Kiamara's name and gender?
Simplicity. Tell me three* things they like and three* things they don't like.
Explain this well, make it connect to who they are and what makes them them.
*One of these things has to be their spots.

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t o o m u c h f o r v i n t a g e p l u s

meeting me;; hello there c: I'm O l i v e r. I joined this site
a while ago, and I am a sister. I am timid, shy, but I stand
up for my family. I go through some emotional times, but,
I have my friends to help me out <3 I saw these kiamaras
around, but never realized how amazing they truly were
until I started 'stalking' them again. Teehee. I am 5'6,
tall for my age, and somewhat slender.. I am a somewhat
grammar nazi, and I like to keep things simple. Though,
things are always simple where I live in Ohio.



name;; this girl here is Charlotte. Charlotte means 'womanly
and feminine'. I chose this name for her because, I mean,
look at her. Doesn't she have such a feminine side to her?
With all the vintage lace? I love her and I think the name fits
quite well.



gender;; so, Charlotte is a female. I think it is fairly obvious
by the way I stated everything

WIP

[winter.sunset]

SWEET MOTHER OF MONKEY MILK
RESERVE

[Narwhals.]

I am Narwhals. I see you want to know more about me, no? Then this is my type of contest. I am a girl, I live in the United States, and I live in the South. That is all I can say. I am a normal girl, I go to school, I go out with my bffls and chill. I love Taylor Swift, she is like, everything. I love ponies, too. I have some really fun and strange friends. In real life and online. I am pretty vintage. Vintage is my style. I say weird things such as, "who the cow are you?" or like "man, what the firetruck?". I love writing, and I draw for fun. I have stalked two species for the last month. JBD's and Kia's. I do not have a fanforum account for either because I set a goal for myself in the start of the month. You have to win the kia or jbd of your dreams first. This is not kissing up, or cliche in any way, because it is true, I have only really felt such a strong connection with this little girl here. She represents me in every single way. And I am basing her off of me. I love cracking jokes, and my best friends on here are Katie Cat and ~Koda~. What else would you like to know? And by the way, thanks for making a fun form, because I once filled out some forms like " What are you doing right know?" It is like, typing a stupid answer on a ridicolous form for a beautiful pet, that is what I am doing. Thanks! I give out random hugs a lot, so, *HUGS!* Notice: only the personality is being based off if me, nothing else.

First, lets get some things straight. When I put quotation marks with a sentence, it means that the kia is saying it. Is that clear? Now, we can get started.
"My name? Well, my name is Amity. There is not much to say about that. Explain? Narwhals, would you care to?"
Why thank you Amity! Amity means friendship. And in other dictionaries or such, Amity means hope and happiness. Amity has always needed these three things. She believes that-
" Please, that is enough, let me explain of what I believe."
Okay, go ahead.
" Thanks! Have you heard that joke? Everyone is talking about it! I am sorry. I believe that Amity are three things you need in life. Happiness, hope and friendship. I have always wanted to add trust in there, but the dictionary never let me. I also recently read the book Divergent (Me and Narwhals favorite book of all time) and the happy, peaceful people were called the Amity. That is one of the only things that Narwhals and I do not have in common. She likes the rough and tough daring group in that book. I like Amity. "
Thank you Amity for that very inspiring speech. Now, I have a very obvious, and simple question for you to answer. I am a little scared to ask you, because I know how I would reply. Are you a male or female?
" Why.... Oh my word, that is very offensive. If you could not tell I am obviously a lady. All my life, never been different. Please!"

So, Amity, I would be very interested in knowing what you like, and what you hate. What do you think?
"Sure. Lets start, I have quite the load of things to tell you."

Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ <3

"I love so many things! But since I have so many things, I have decided to only tell you three things. Lets start! This is one of my favorite topics. Lets go, lets go!"

"~ I absolutely positively, without-a-doubt, adore my spots.
~ I sooooo love floral designs! Could you not tell from the two pics above?
~ Sadly, I have to pick one. I positively fancy lace. And dresses. Oh!"

"Now, I am going to explain why I love those three things that I just remarked. And in order from what I like least to what I like most. First, I will mention the lace and dresses. Lace, and fancy dresses has always ran through my family. I, when I was growing up and did not have my feathers, my mom was seamstress. She would sew fancy dresses for very important people. Then, one day, it was my brothers wedding. She wanted to sew me a custom dress. She did. A beautiful lace gown. I fell in love with it. I wore it o my brothers wedding, and the next day I refused to take it off, since we stayed up all night. It took 3 days to get me out of it. I loved it, so much. And the day after, My fur had blue lace, the same shade as the dress, over my spots. On to the next! Floral. Oh, flowers and flower patterns. I just cannot describe, how much I love them! I actually got another symbol on my fur once I discovered my love for floral designs. Here is the story. I was walking outside, in our yard, which was extremely large. My mother had decorated and planted nearly millions of flowers the day before, with the help of my father, me and my brother. I looked around me, and a feeling of greatness swept over me. The flowers, everything just made me so happy inside. It is pretty undescribable.And that is when I earned the little heart above my eye. And I only have the heart on that side of my body, not the other. Now... tun,tun a tun, tun, tun a tun!!!!!!! Spots! I absolutely LOVEEEE the little spots that dot my back and tail and legs. I do not know what I would do without them. I was dissapointed when the lace appeared over them, but sometimes I say that it was faith, telling me that it is okay to let go of something you love dearly. I took the message. There really is not that much to it. Now, to things I cannot stand."

Ｔｈｉｎｇｓ Ｉ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｓｔａｎｄ...

"I hate this topic, but if I must. Take your time on this one."

"~ I really, really hate squishy grapes. They are so mushy, and then they explode in your face."
"~ People or kias that touch my chin. I do not know why they do!"
"~ I absolutely hate caterpillars. Do not speak of the slugs in my prescence."

" I will explain. From least hate to greatest hate. First it is the squishy grapes. I mean, I refused to eat grapes for two whole years, because of my first encounter with a squishy, mushy little rascal. They are like those dogs that are trained, but just decide to pee everywhere and not obey. Second, it is the chin. I mean, it bothers me. Why do they even need to make contact? And then for the whole rest of the day I scratch my chin, and then when I finally stop itching, my chin is all red. And then when I tell hem stop, they get all offensive. It is like, just so annoying! God! And then... My greatest pet peeve of all time...... CATERPILLARS!! Oh my god, I despise and shun the little leaf-eating creature. So fat, and a lot of them are poisonous. I do not know, I was born to kill all of them. I hate them with all my heart!"






Okay, calm down Amity, it is okay. Now, we are going to ask you two more things, then your free to go. Your backstory, and also why you look so grumpy in that pic above. For now, simmer down Sally.

" I have an interesting story, that I am sure you would like to hear. Lets begin with my backstory."

" I was born a rainy June 2nd. It was humid out, and even though we lived in the middle of nowhere, there was chaos all around because of the recent massive flooding in the town next ours. Everyone in town was forced to stay inside. My mother knew she was giving birth that day a couple hours before she did. In her little bedroom, all inside was her tiny queen size bed, little brown side desk and closet. With about two people in the room, it felt uncomfortably cramped. And right now, there was five, not including her on the bed, me next to her, and y brother peeking through the door. "She is beautiful" or "Congratulations" is all everyone would say. Of course, I could not understand. All I heard was mumbo jumbo. I opened my eyes, and took a look around me. Me and my mother were both on the small little yellow bed. Once I was born, I was put, or rather laid down gently, on the one soft yellow pillow. My mother told a man to go get a pillow from the couch. He returned in the blink of an eye, and slipped the plaid pillow under my mothers head. Of course, she was still in pain, but after ten minutes she picked me up and cradled my whole tiny little body. Kia's around me murmured. " she is quite minuscule for a Kia. " She is not decorated with anything unique, either. Just a normal little Kia. Not a special sight." Was all I heard. Over and over in my mind those words rang for the next five years. My mother did not even glance at them. she just cradled her little baby in her arms. That man who had fetched the plaid pillow, which I now brushed softly with my paw, was leaning over my mother with a smile on his structured face. " I am going to name her Amity. And if you wish to know what that word means, move out and look in the library." My mother shouted loudly over the faint murmuring. With that, everyone shuffled out, just to give the family some space. Now, in the room it was me, the baby, my mother, the man, which I suppose was my father, and a young Kia. He already had his feathers, but he looked like he turned two yesterday. " Mom! Amity. That is beautiful. I know exactly what it means. I love you guys!" The younger male Kia exclaimed with a jubilant smile pressing like spray able cheese in his face. We all, my father, mother, I am guessing my brother and I had a group hug. I was cramped, and could not breathe well. For the next year, I learned to walk, talk, and do everything properly. I earned my heart that year. My crochet, or lace, was the day after my 2nd birthday. I earned my feathers and spots. I spent my days in my room. My room was the same size as my mothers, and my bed was twin. My bed was the color of my spots. The day after I turned two, my mom and I bought pillowcases to match my feathers. My bed is a normal little bed. The bed itself is quite springy, and I love it more than any other bed. I have a shelf of books opposite of my bed. It's white, and has little angels flying on top of it. That is where I keep my trophies, books, and magazines. I have a closet. Traditional brown material instead of doors. Inside, I have my lace gown, a collection of bracelets and lockets, and a couple t-shirts, if I feel like being a little more room. Truth is, I do not wear clothes except for winter and fancy occasions. And other than spending time in my room, I go outside. Normally with my bro, Mack. Mack is the best! He is like a second father to me at any age. We walk through the long, and itchy wildflower meadow, and we talk. About everything. Mack knows all of my secrets. Every single one. And a the end if the itchy and ticklish trek, we reach a natural waterfall, that leads into a gigantic pond. Me and my brother call it the "M and A." we are the only ones that go there,and the only ones who have discovered it. And when our family cannot go out into town, we always catch some fish over there. Groupers, salmon and tuna. It is strange because those three fish always live separately, and live in different biomes, or environments, or ecosystems, or whatever you want to call it. Well, you are probably wondering, what do you exactly do in the waterfall or pond, besides the swimming? Well, let me tell you. Mack and I would of course swim. But we also played. We would make noodles, that you traditionally use in a clean, chlorine pool, but we make them out of materials we find in the meadow, rubbery leaves, normally, and use them like any other Kia or person would. We play water polo, and walk along the side of the river and find or catch fish, and just, play. Tag, freeze tag, hide and seek. My favorite is when we used to have drawing contests in the sand. No one would ever win, because there was no judge. We would normally just be like "mines the best, obviously!" and give ourselves a great little chuckle. We were really just trying to survive with our family, beacuse we lived in very rural and low conditions. No AC. No nothing, really. I had to make my own toys, and play with them. My mom just harvested her potatoes from her farm, and sold them in the local market, which was a long walk for her. She would always have potatoes left over unfortunately, but we would eat them. My father would work as a construction worker in town. I would not see him in the morning. He would leave at four o'clock in the morning every single day, even holidays, and come back, normally at midnight, but for holidays, like at ten o'clock. After I turned two, Mack was diagnosed with lung cancer. Since we lived in such a rural part if the world, doctors in our hospital did not have the equipment to even do radiation, or even chemotherapy. For the next month, I did so many things with him, until one day at the waterfall, looking at the fish, because he could not swim anymore, he fell to he ground. It just so happens, that that day was the day mother and father decided to tag along. And as soon as I saw Mack fall to the floor, I screamed for them. They came in a hurry. Then, they accepted the fact that at three years old, Mack died. Such a perfect soul. And it turns out, me, just turning two, had to watch my own sibling die. He visited me in my dream, and I visit his grave everyday, and he stills knows all my secrets. Every single one. And then the year after that was misery. Thinking of my brother, and only going out to the waterfall and meadow once a month. We ran low on food. At one time, all we ate were potatoes. But then, came today. I am a grown-up kia, and I know that I was raised properly. My grandma died, and so did my grandfather. It is the circle of life. Lets get to the next question.

Just like you requested, we are on the next question. I want to know why you look so grumpy in the picture that they have of of you? Tell me.

" Well, first of all, I had to keep my leg up for a long time, before they snapped that picture, and I am not that great at doing that. And, they had to take the picture first thing in the morning, so I am really cranky in the morning. And they kept on saying "move to the left, no, now turn around! Okay, tilt your head a little...." "It was just really annoying. And plus, they wanted me to take the picture with a giant stuffed caterpillar, but decided no once I told them about my phobia. Do you understand? And then, they were complaining because of my grumpy face, but they took it. That is it. It is not that interesting."

I hope that you guys enjoyed my form. I am honestly proud of myself for he coding! And please be aware that sometimes the words on the fontmeme font get mixed up sometimes, so if it does not sound right, just refresh it, or go to another page and come back. Here is the order it is supposed to be in:
~ Who the cow are you?
~Lets begin, shall we?
~ Just, out of pure curiousity...
~What is your story?
and,
~ Why so grumpy?
Have a great day and good luck to all!

[headphone raichu.]

w.i.p

Ｍａｒｉａｈ
Ａ . ｎａｍｅ . ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ . "Ｂｉｔｔｅｒ"

name;; why hello, ma'am. my name is mariah joyce, but i am known as mariah by everyone, so i expect you to know me by this too. it may also interest you to know that my name means bitter, as i have been told is my worst trait by many. they are now on my bad side, and let me assure you, ma'am, you do not want to be on my bad side.
gender;; of course i'm a girl! do i seem like a boy to you, ma'am?
personality;; {{ mariah|bitter }} ah yes, there's that trait again. many people i meet call me bitter, but i don't see it, and i may never see it. i hold a great grudge on anyone who opposes me or tries to command me in any way.
{{ mariah|honest }} although i am bitter towards many, i will never tell a lie in my life. ever. i believe that lies will only result in lengthening my experience with the people i have to deal with, so i have no desire to lie. i shouldn't be concerned with how they feel, anyways; they're no one if they can't handle the truth.
backstory;; i live with my parents in a small, rather quaint den. everything i ever wanted was given to me when i said so, but i never could seem to have the one thing that i wanted the most: a sibling or a friend. i could never talk about my feeling with anyone or anything. i guess that was the worst part of me growing up as an only child with parents who where to busy to care about you.
likes;; {{ spots }} i really do like my spots, actually. i find them like an extra detail in a well made design for a dress, well, sort of. {{ designing }} i enjoy to design and make dresses; i guess it's a nice way to blow off some steam in a useful manner. better then mopping about it all the time, wouldn't you say? {{ writing }} i don't do as much writing as i do dress making, but i have a little fun making some short fantasy books from time to time, though to me they're not really good. when my mother read it a bit she said it was fine, but i still don't believe her.
dislikes;; {{ lies }} as i've already said, i do not likes lies, so i don't think i need to re-explain this. {{ un-organization }} do not get me started on this! i hate it when everything is not neat and tidy; i just lose control and begin to clean it as fast as i can. it's a little ridiculous, but i can't help it. {{ defeat }} my goodness, i hate it whenever i'm defeated. i feel powerless and useless, but it does make me think about what i could have done so i am victorious next time.

ｄｉｚｚｙ . ｂｌｏｓｓｏｍｓ
ｍｙ . ｓｉｍｐｌｅ . ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ

name;; hello, i'm dizzy blossoms, but i mainly go by dizzy and rarely blossoms. i have had a lot of other usernames, though: Fire Smoothie, C a n d y., n i n e., and i think there might have been one more i can't remember, but this is my favorite so far. why? it's named after my first ever rare's list achieved dream pet, Dizzy. i got her in a trade, and when i asked why she was named Dizzy, the previous owner said that when they got this pet {for it was their first rare's list dream pet too}, they were so dizzy with joy they named her Dizzy. i decided to keep the name, since that's what i felt when the trade was accidently canceled before i could complete it. i was lucky that they were so kind to continue the trade so i could get her <3 as for the blossoms part, i thought it'd be kinda nice to add it to the name.
gender;; female
sibling;; i have an identical twin sister who is on chicken smoothie too. her name is "H o w l i n g W o l f.", and she's always there for me when i ask for some help. we fight a lot, be we easily forgive each other a few moments later, and we're great at communicating about things that matter {like school} and goofy things that comes with growing up {like boys, which i still find very weird}. i also have a dog, who my parents say is like my little brother that i've been wanting.
fursona;; my fursona is reece, who is pictured up there.
personality;; {{ dizzy|shy }} i've always been shy throughout my life, so i'm not really good at making friends. luckily, i have friends who are brave enough to ask if we can be friends, and that's how i'm not all alone in life like Mariah. i don't like to speak much in class since i'm horrified that i'll say something stupid {which usually happens since i'm so nervous} or i'll mess up and get the answer wrong. i'm trying to get over that, thanks to my friend April, who saw me all alone and came to help me <3 {{ dizzy|smart }} well, i guess i'm kinda smart. i'm in all honors classes {except math this year; i tried but it didn't end well XD}, and everyone in class comes to me when they're stuck on a problem, especially science class. {{ dizzy|weird }} there's not much to explain here, i'm just a weird person. i'm not really sure how you define weird, so i can't really explain it. i just know it because my friends say i am :3 {{ dizzy|nerdy }} the one thing i know i am is that i am a total nerd. i still love anything from Pokémon, i read every single thing i can get my hands on, and {like was mentioned before} i'm smart. i think that is what completes the nerd package: you have to be smart, you usually read a lot, and you have got to do well in school. {{ dizzy|selectively expressive }} i can express myself, which surprised me since i found that out only a few months ago. my friend April joined my class and i found it really easy to talk to her; as easy to talk to her as my twin. i don't know why i can't express myself with anyone else besides them, but when i'm around them, i can tell them anything with ease. {{ dizzy|apologetic }} i think i used that word right XD well, i apologize for everything i do wrong, especially in orchestra when we have a playing test {i do not sound my best my arm is shaking and i am freaking out}.
likes;; {{ pokémon }} pokémon is my number one like in the world. i'm kinda obsessed with it; it's just one thing when i played it as a kid that i can't let go just yet. it's too fun for me. {{ photography }} i will be training to be a photographer when i reach high school next september, so i can't wait! it is just a really beautiful thing, and you're capturing the memories and surrounding of your era to save for future generations. i love it and i can't wait to be an official photographer <3 {{ writing and drawing }} i love to write and draw; they're both ways to let your imagination soar and so you can see your limits. i only really write fantasy books; i couldn't write a realistic one if it was to save my life XD i draw because i find it another way of telling a story. if you draw a wolf hurtling through a froze wasteland, you can tell a tale with just that: maybe it is hunting for it's pack, or running away from it since it may be an outcast. it lets your imagination flow and grow into something more...
dislikes;; {{ rude people }} i hate rude people with all my heart; i just don't like them at all. there's kids at school who are so disrespectful to teachers, and i always wonder how you have the audacity to be rude to people who are obviously wiser and kinder then you are. {{ spiders }} i am always freaking out when i see a spider, but i don't kill them. i usually never scream when i see one {i just run as fast as i can}, and i don't like it when people kill them just because they're there. it's not fair to them if they're hanging out and causing no harm for them to get killed because of that. {{ nagging }} I just don't like it when people nag at me to get something done >_< I just don't like it that much, so I get it done soon after they assign it to me.

[Queen Akemi]

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My I n t r o to You ;;

Well hi there! I'm DreamerDaWolf but most people call me DA,DDW,or Dreamer. I live in the USA and live on EST like you do it looks like! I'm an irish girl who loves drawing but i'm not the best story writer so bare with me! I am active on CS almost half the day away,and when i'm not I am usually on a trip or at school, but mostly I am on. Well I don't know what else to say so on down the form we go!

My N a m e ;;

Well if you haven't asked me or guessed by seeing my beautiful fur coat its, Crochet...Crochet B. Eloi. My name is a higher level above, knitting, and sewing. The origin of Crochet started at Old Norse, and went down to Scandinavian, and stopped at the French. Luckily I am Middle French so it makes sense to everyone that is a history nerd.

About the Spots ;;

What about my spots? I think its the most beautiful pattern in all the Kiamaras combined! I will love them no matter what comes and hits me!

My interesting Personality ;;

- Proper,
if you want to get to the top you have to act bigger and better and to get there you must be proper.

- Elegant,
I must always keep myself perfect and clean at all times.

- Selfish,
I don't think of people much as high as I am.

- Somewhat sassy,
I don't care what people say and they can't order me around!

- Spoiled,
I get want I want and when I please.

- Boaster,
Heh. I bet you can't live in Buckingham Palace if you tried!

- Can be a bit rude,
Eww..he looks like an old cave man.

- Quick to make a Remark if someone starts it,
Hey! And your the one who calls me a priss when you can't even brush your teeth without help!

- Whimsical,
Well..you can be a good person.

- Impatient with people,
Hurry up! I don't have time with you servant!

- Doesn't like Change,
I don't like this bed. I don't like this house. I don't like this place at all!

- Misguided,
so all I have to do is steal the key to the Bank and you'll be my servant?

- Dreamer,
I looked up in the clouds and see myself dancing with my family.

My Backstory ;;

I arrived on a boat that was flowing down River Thames, the boat was so uncomfortable! It rocked, creaked, and squeaked...it was so horribly! As I felt as I was getting seasick I headed up stairs to the deck to clear my head. It was so much better up here! I saw the blue skies peek threw the grew clouds and soon we stopped at a dock. I frowned but was happy to finally get of this wicked boat! Before I stepped on the railing down as two body guards were behind me, I spotted the London's Tower Bridge. They said it was beautiful at night when it lit up, but this was the first time i've been to the UK..and now living here with my Mother and Father. I came from Reims,France and the only reason we had to move here was because of my Father's new job at Buckingham Palace. I stood proudlly and elegantly as I walked down the railing and onto England's ground as I was followed by my body guards. My Father smiled as he walked up to me and said,"Glad you made it, Crochet.",he said happily and excitedly as I was the exact opposite mood right now but I kept my elegance going. We headed off to Buckingham palace and we entered a tour around the place. I didn't pay to much attention as I looked at the beautiful paintings,statues,vases with flowers,and then we came pass windows and I got a glimpse of the giant brown courtyard in the middle of the building. I looked at it as Kiamara soldiers walking across and knew why they never put flowers there. I soon got use to it as my Father and I crossed out of the tour and into a part of the building, and he showed me the courtyard that had grass. It was bright green grass but not much flowers. This place was so different from our old home! "Father,I don't like this place!",she frowned but he father looked at her,"Please try to get get use to this place,Crochet.",he said with a sigh but tried to keep calm. I huffed and wanted to tell him I wasn't but I just trotted away in my prissy fit. As I walked around I spotted a door that said 'Kitchen'. I peeked threw the door curiously,and I saw all these busy cooks and servants running around and bells ringing on the side to rooms. I suddenly saw a burst of light as fire flamed under a pot as a cook cooked. I walked in without a thought of being yelled at, and a servant looked at me as he passed by but no comment. I made a small smile as my theory was right but short lived as a mean cook bumped into me,"Get outta her kid!",he hissed but I just frowned at him,"I'm Crochet. Daughter of Alphonse and Marie which the Queen invited us to live here because of my Father's great service for her.", I said with a dab of dominance in my voice. "Oh,Miss Crochet! I didn't know you were here! My mistake!",he said and I frowned at him,"Next time remember who I am Mr.Cook.",I said with sarcastic in my voice and soon walked away and heard,"Brat.",behind my back. I whipped my head around and he was already walking away. I soon trotted off out of the kitchen and into more places where most Kiamara weren't aloud. I soon came into the giant living room and stared at the beautiful chandeliers and smiled at the pretty colors of royalty,"Now this is more like it!",I smiled as I ran to one of the giant mirrors to check my fur. I soon looked at one of the giant pictures of one of the many Queens that ruled and lived her in Buckingham Palace. "I wonder how the Queen keeps herself so elegant.",I said with wonder and curiosity in my voice. I soon trotted off from the living room and went to look for the other thousands of rooms to see which was mine but there was over 775 rooms! I was soon starting to get frustrated with this and spotted a kitchen boy running in a direction and I ran after him,"Hey!Wait!",I called as I wanted him to direct me to my room. I soon was about to slow down when he suddenly crashed into someone. He looked disoriented but soon raced off. I stopped and looked at the man he bumped into,he was a very old man and decided to just help him up so he would help me to my room. I pulled him up and looked at me gratefully,"Thank you miss..miss.What's your name?",he asked me and I answered,"Crochet.",I looked at the man as his eyes widen,"So your Miss Crochet! I finally got to meet you! Nice to met you!",he said and took my hand and shook so hard that it felt like it was going to fall off. He soon let go and I flipped my hair tuft back in place and looked at him,"Yes yes nice to meet you to. May you please show me to my room.",I said not in a question but it acted like one. He smiled and nodded heading up to some stairs. I walked up them properly and quietly as I felt I was the Queen but knew better. As we finally arrived he took me to one room and it was BIG. End of story. It was perfect for me and me only. I soon looked at the old man and nodded,"Thank you.", and enjoyed my great,huge bed.


It'd been 2 weeks now sense I arrived at this elegant but weirdly place. I haven't felt the greatest sense we found out my Mother had been killed by someone but we haven't found out who or why they did it to my poor Mother! I curled myself up tight and cried. Now I only had my Father who tried to cheer me up but I could see he had worse pain in his heart then I. I knew I would get over it like I did with most things but I had a feeling it would stay awhile. I soon yawned and walked over to the door and headed down stairs and heard voices starting to became louder again. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened. The voices were really loud and starting to get really loud. I soon saw the kitchen boy from earlier race by and I got a glimpse of him before I saw a couple of soldier chase after the boy. What the heck was going on?! I ran after them but made sure to not get caught up in the run but I wanted to see what was happening. I slowed down and was soon at one of the courtyards door, and the boy had ran out into the big brown courtyard but that was a bad mistake. He was soon being chased by the soldiers and the boy ducked and dodge but soon was caught. As I saw him being forced close to the door I was in and soon was pushed aside by a guard as the Queen stepped out into the courtyard in front of the boy. My Father soon came running to my side,"You ok? What are you doing out here so close to danger?",he asked urgently. I looked at him and made a frown,"I'm fine but what's going on?",I asked as I looked up at him. He looked at me and then the Queen,"She a difference?",he asked and I looked closely. Her crown was missing! I gasped and looked at the boy with disgust. This guy was a robber! I perked my ears as the Queen started to speak,"You,Robber,shall be punished for taking the royal from my head. Any last words before going to jail?",she asked as he face stayed as elegant and proper as always. I 'ahh' at her control but then looked at the guy and he didn't speak but only had a glare on his face at the Queen. The boy was soon taken away buy the police and soldiers and I snorted in disgust of the wicked punk! I hated his type! I hate them I hate them I hate them! I soon walked back into the palace as I was frustrated from what happened. Why were there people that steal?! Soon my Father and I were at the dinner table for breakfast. Of course I got what I wanted which made me happy..Waffles! I smiled and added syrup and munched down on the waffle like it was nothing. I soon left my father and was running down the halls but soon I skidded and thought. I haven't crocheted sense I got here! Thinking of that thought I raced back up the stairs to my room. I leaped on my bed but soon smoothed my fur and hair fluff and and grabbed my crochet hooks and wool string. I sat there and started tying the thread around the hook and pulled it threw and made a knot.I let my imagination draw for me and I kept doing this over and over again,making sure it was as perfect as I could make it. Soon I was finished! I smiled and pulled up my artwork to my face and noticed the design looked exactly like my spots. I smiled as I was proud of my worked and laid it on a table. I soon stretched and hoped out of bed and walked down the stair to the hall. I headed straight for the courtyard that actually had grass. I smiled as I jumped onto the lush grass and notice that flowers were starting to bloom, and I smiled because courtyards were so boring without colors! Soon I perked my ears as I heard mumbling close by and I walked up behind a corner and noticed some..out of character guards. I perked my ears to listen clearer and heard,"You know that kid that tried to steal the Queens crown. I was the one that caught him in the safe room!",he laughed as he was bluffing. I hissed at the thought that a royal guard was lying. "I then caught his arm and he tried to run but I took him to jail!",he snickered and I growled and stamped my way up front to the guards,"That's a big fat lie! I saw the boy run threw the palace and out the door to the big courtyard with no grass and then the police and soldiers caught him!",I said frustrated. The guard looked at me and huffed,walking away with the other guard. I nodded with satisfaction as I knew he knew I was right. I soon bounced off happily with my pride and found a chair that I could sit on so I wouldn't get dirty from the grass and started to look up at the sky. I smiled and as I saw a crochet hook with its thread tied around it and soon that clouds collided with a cloud that looked like a dog. The dog soon started to form and got more realistic and I soon let a tear fall from my eye,"Mother. I miss you." I said wheeply but soon jumped at the sound of an elegant voice behind me,"Crochet is it?",she said and I jumped from my chair and looked at her,"Queen Elizabeth!",I said and bowed. "No need to bow your head little lady.",she said gently and I was surprised by her softness in her voice. I looked up at her as my eyes were a bit pink and she looked at me with a frown,"Have you been crying?",she asked and I nodded. She soon walked to a table that was right next to my chair,"Come,sit with me.",she said as she sat and I walked over and sat on the chair. The Queen looked at one of the butlers that was near by,"Go get us some tea,please.",she said then looked back at me as the butler walked off. "So why are you crying little lady?",she asked and I wanted to say my name was Crochet but I didn't dare oppose the Queen. "Because I saw a cloud that looked like my Mother.",I said a bit sad but held my head up elegantly as I made sure my hair fluff was out of my face. The Queen nodded and looked at me and then smiled as the Butler came back and set up or tea. The queen stirred her tea and added honey,"I don't know what it feels like to lose a parent but I know sadness like everyone else,and I can see yours is very big." She smiled and blew on her tea and took a sip. I looked at mine and and saw my frowny reflection in the tea and then looked up at the Queen,"Very big of what? Grief because that is not me.",I said as I sucked it up and looked at her with impatience as to know her answer. She smiled at looked at her tea and took another sip,"A very big emotion.",she said delicately and I could hear the old age starting to come into her but what type of emotion?? I soon sighed as my impatience was starting to take over,"Goodbye Queen Elizabeth.",I said and excused myself. I walked back inside and left my tea and heard a goodbye from the Queen. I walked down the hall and looked at all the pretty paintings and glorious statues. I soon trotted off to find my Father but he was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged and kept looking and finally and found him in an abandon room. He spotted me and walked out before I could entered and looked at me,"Need something ,Crochet?",he asked but I was soon suspicious. "Why were you in that disgusting room?",I asked in a demanding voice. He looked at me,"Just seeing how the room is.",he said as normal as he could and I fell for it. We walked back down to the table that we had used this morning and had dinner. After dinner I walked back up stairs with my full belly and plopped onto the bed. I yawned and stretched,saying my prayers and slipping into bed. I thought of an idea and smiled as I closed my eyes,"I wonder what my next crochet design will be."

(Sorry for boring ending)

My Likes and My Dislikes ;;

* Crochet of course,
what else would I not love?

* Classical balls with dancing,
I just love all the pretty dresses and men and the dance room.

* Waffles and apples,
there a perfect mix of breakfast food!


x Spiders and most bugs,
there just so gross with all the extra legs and un-furry body.

x Rats,
I hated them ever sense I was on that ship!

x Punks,
there such! I don't know how to say them in words!

Art ;;


by Belldandy

Sorry its so long ;A;

[Dawny.]

Hi! I am harlie quinn but its just a temporary username. My real username is Dawnyfall so please call me Dawny. Ok more about me....Well where do I start. Maybe I should start by saying I love my family{of course my pets our my family too!} I also enjoy being around my friends {and animals too!} I honestly am not good at talking about myself. It one of the many many things that I cannot do. I have to say though that I am one of the most random people. Like the other day,I asked one of my friends to draw me a flying turtle{Hey it was during finals! And I was very bored!}

❤ Cor means heart in latin but I decided to add the i just because

Cori seems shy at first but she is not shy at all. She just wants to be left alone. She very anti-social and doesn't really hang out. When you see her around her friends,they try to include her because they are helping her with socializing! You can kind of tell she is almost reaching out of her shell{finally}

Cori was born on a white,snowy,December day. She was raised by her anti-social mother and her very social father. Her father,though,was so social,he wasn't really ever there for her. Her mother was the total opposite! She was always there for Cori. But neither of them went anywhere. That's how she became very anti-social. But then she met some really good friends that broke her out her non-social habit.




✔ Vintage stuff! She is a big fan! She collects different types of vintage laces!
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✘ Her Spots!!! She hates them more than anything in the world!
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[reignex]

reserve

[Fruit o3o]

~They say rain is sad, but I all see is the silent joy in it

Hello! I'm Fruit o3o, or at least called by that.
I am a fun, respectful, kind, polite, potiet, caring,
suspicious, silly, and active. But there are some other
things, like, well, I have dyslexia and recently lost my mother.
To show my activeness, I'm on cs for a minimum of
1-2 hours every day, yes I have timed myself
and I would gladly spoil this Kia in the meantime .
I love vintage, lace, velvet, old fashioned nouns. I have
a parrot, and basically love birds.

Clarity is one of the lightest of the newly rediscovered virtue names, with a bit of three-syllable sparkle, old-fashioned charm and a clear vision for the future. Clarity is a very desirable quality in this confusing world and it also, unlike some other newly coined word names, has real meaning and history as a name.

Nicknames; Claire, Cece, Ari, Lia

yes, she is

-Y o u · D o n t · K n o w · M e ; · ; D o n t · T r y · To · E i t h e r-

(back story)

[i]Alright, okay I'll tell you,
It all happened in late fall, I was a child back then,
the crispy autumn leaves blowing at a dim breeze in the late afternoon. I was always potite and polite, and so by that I took my little white, tufted, lace clipped umbrella to protect myself from those dreadful dirty leaves that good chance there is to be that it might stick all over my beautiful stainless soft, white cotton, dress with my adorable little vintage denim jacket, oh how I loved it all,
just disliked how the dirty ground would powder cake all over my paws! Every day when coming home from the orchid I would have to wash them, over and over again. I never really liked nature too much when I was just a youngling, more into the...hmm, how should I say it, handmade? I suppose? Yes, thats what it maybe was, I would always be very unsafe with something that wasn't made from hands.
I trotted back home, disgusted at all the flaked twigs that stuck to my tights. When I sat at the dining table, I crossed my arms and said, "Mother, I hate--I mean, dislike all the muck outside, look what it did to my attire!" holding her self back at the rude words for she known that it wasn't allowed. My mother made a soft, light, smile at me, and then looked at her shoes plastered with mud as I was urging to be excused so I could go to the mat and wipe off all that mess the earth as grabbed at me. And it was so that my mother sighed softly, "We should be very considerate of the nature, it brings us so many things that are unimaginable", I was so confused just at the thought of it, "But, mother, I...I don't understand, it can't be" I stammered. Mother, ever-loving, did not look surprised at all, she tilted her head smiling down at me, "So, Clarity, darling, how do you happen to get that lovely dress of yours?" she almost turned her whole self at me, just to listen to my reply to such a question, "Why, grandmother of course! She always gives me a new cotton dress every year she comes to visit!" I cheered, just to have a thought of grandma rocking in our silk and lace rocking chair with the feather puffed pillow against the fire place and her little red crocheting tools. Everything in my castle is so white, that the only vibrant colors in the silent room is the burning talons of the fire place, or the warm comforting rosy red crochet knit that my grandma has, it was still sitting on the velvet rug. I snapped out of my thoughts and realized mother was talking again, "And so that leads to the final thing after all the factories and stores, Cotton, yes, I know, cotton is a plant, and plants come from what you call icky mud and earth" she continued, I didn't quite get what she was saying most this time but at least I have heard the last sentence, and it astonished me, cotton...is a plant? I didn't have a clue, "wow...thank you for sharing that with me mother" I dipped my head, then she kissed me on the forehead, and I padded off to my bed, and from that moment on, I have respected the balance of nature, and fashion.

little claire

Yes, I know, its true.
Clarity dispises her spots, she simpely cannot stand them!
she is even hiding under her blanket!

Here is a written note of why clarity dislikes her spots

Oh my goodness, I could think of millions of reasons why
I can't tolerate this disgrace to style!
Well, for now, it happens to be a few things at the moment.
For one, they blend in with my gorgeous lace patterns! and because
of that, now they look like smutted and smashed scribbles of
royal blue which just happened to be savaged by those
spots! It's so embarrassing!

Of course when it comes to these things there are hundreds of options,
but as for now, I will convince Clarity tell you 3 from each.

"Oh, well, thats obvious really, I adore little tea cups, vintage and old fashioned designs, and lace.
Something about lace is so amazing to me! Is the little white threads that bond together in a
neatly complex tied pattern? Or could it be how the fabric is both flowing and strong, so to be, unlike
others, one of the ideal usages?"

"Okay, well, it seems to me that I'd much rather not say but since you asked,
I hate Rudeness, Disrespect, and Stubborn people, I just can't stand it.




WIP

[glass]

Dropping out, I do apologize!