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Mark hmmm <3333

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It's the darker brown one, right? I wanna make sure.

[Qualeo]

It's the darker brown one, right? I wanna make sure.

Yes~

[gecko]

Potential reserve if I can find motivation q v q She is so pretty, but I have a hard time going up against people. qvq


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Ang3l In Wond3rland.

About me:
I co-own one kiamara, Amelia Pond, with my friend pipsqueak99. I love Amelia, but I would really love a Kiamara to call my own that is mine and mine only, so that I can work on their concept without worrying about another person's input other than that of family members.

Why I Want Her:
I have always LOVED natural colors, especially browns, in all characters. This is why I have been lured from the quiet corner in Kias, because I can't help but attempt to try out for this beautiful young lady. I love her colors and how simple her design looks. Characters I can easily draw, allows me to draw them more often than those who have really difficult intricate designs, so she would be littered with artwork from me if I won her. I have always wanted my own kiamara, and as I don't technically own my own kiamara yet, I would love if this baby could be my first.

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wordswordswords

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Female.

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Kid- always getting in the way, totally unaware she was doing so, always on an adventure, often found in the kitchen using spoons and such as swords
Teen- Works at Tranquility, but still very teasing and sometimes gets in the way still, still fairly unaware, but keeps everyone cheerful at work.

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[henley]

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Username: henley, kia-mama to one beautiful boy; Griever.
Name: Koa - [koh' (w)ah] - Hawaiian name meaning brave, bold, or entirely fearless.
Gender: Female
Reality or Imagination?: Imagination, anything is possible. Impossible is something that is established by your own mind...
History: "distracted" child, ADHD, poor schooling, finds surfing at age 12, scholarship to UCSB...
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reserved if i can <3

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Marksu~

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[Dawnbreeze10210]

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Dear Diary,

Daddy Pocky keeps telling me to write a journal to place my thoughts. I think it's a great idea, but... It seems like a lot of work. But here I am, righting writing to you. Maybe Daddy thinks that I am fourgetful, so I need to make sure all my great ideas are still around when I am older. I got a surprise today, something that I did not expect to get. Maybe it was because I have been so good lately! Daddy Khajiit and Daddy Pocky never told me the reason why. But, Daddy Pocky did not look too happy when he saw the present that Daddy Khajiit had thought to give me. It is a very big book full of what Daddy Khajiit calls faiwytales fairytales. Daddy Khajiit promises me that he will read me one story every night before I go to bed. Remember that Diary, because if he forgets one day, then I have proof that he promised me. I will be back later to write Diary, Daddy Pocky is caling calling me to give him a kiss before he goes to work.

~ Kinny (( That is what my Daddy's like to call me))





Dear Diary,

Daddy Pocky was angry at me for staying up so late when he told me to go to bed early. But Daddy Khajiit promised to read me a fairytale, remember Diary? Remember how I told you he promised me? I think he remembered too, because he got nicer after I told him why I was stil awake. Tonight he red to me "Peter Pan", it is about a boy that can fly! He lives in a place called Neverland, and when I asked Daddy if we could go there, he told me it was too far away. Boo, I do not believe him though. I think he just does not have the time to take me, and I do not think Daddy Pocky would like that if me and him went away for too long. Diary, Peter Pan says that Neverland is to the second star to the right and you have to keep flying all the way until morning! Wow, that is a long time, but I think it would be amazing. There are mermaids, and pirates, and fairies... Diary I really want to go. I think that I will ask Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit for some pixie dust for my birthday to make sure I get to Neverland. Or maybe, if I find Peter Pan's shado shadow, he will ask me to come with him. Oops, Daddy Pocky is giving me the look, my lights were supposed to be out after the story... That was the deal Daddy Khajiit said, but he did not look angry one bit. Nighty night!

~ Kinny





Dear Diary,

Tonight Daddy Khajiit complained to me today that I always want him to read the story of Peter Pan to me. Since the day he has given me the book, we have not red read any other stories but Peter Pan. I think that Daddy thinks that I need to here different stories every night. But I really like this one Diary! Humph, I think Daddy Khajiit is over reacting, what do you think? I heard Daddy Pocky laughing when Daddy Khajiit told him that I did not listen to any other story, I also heard him say that is what he gets for telling me fairytales. I think Daddy Pocky is being silly. I might have to read him the story of Neverland so he knows why me and Daddy Khajiit like them so much.... As soon as I learn to read better! I am getting pretty good, at least that is what Daddy Khajiit tells me. He made me a deal a small while ago, do you remember me telling you about it Diary? Since I keep making Daddy read to me about Neverland he asked me to read him the difrent stories in the big big book. I red read to him tonight about C i n derella! I think Daddy Khajiit likes that story, he smiles every time I read.

~ Kinny





Dear Diary,

I met a fairy today! Oh gosh, you wouldn't believe it diary. She was so beuteefull pretty! I hope I did not embarrass myself too much in front of her.. But I think I saw her laugh a little once or twice, and look at Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit now and then. Let me tell you about this fairy, Diary! I could see her eyes when she looked down at me or kneeled down.. (I thought fairies were suposed to be small), but she was very tall. The colour of her eyes were very nice pale blue... that sometimes looked like sky blue. But she also had a purpley pink in her eyes too! Two colours! Maybe one day I will grow up to have two colours in my eyes, just maybe. That is not all Diary, let me tell you more. Her hair was long and black with two white streaks in it, not like my hair at all! Mine only goes to my shoulders, and is slightly wavy. I think it looks a little funny, but Daddy says it makes me look like a very cute fairy too... I wonder when I will get my wings. Fairies have wings, but this one did not. Maybe she was hiding them, I heard that they might be able to do that. Oh diary, once I get my wings I can have pixie dust, and when I have pixie dust... I CAN GO TO NEVERLAND!!

I am not done yet though Diary, because this fairy was very nice to me. Not like Tinkerbell who was very stuburn... But Daddy Khajiit tells me that she has a temper just like Tinkerbell, just that her face does not turn bright bright red. Oh she is just so great Diary! I have not even told you the best part yet. She has a flower crown! That must meen mean that she is a princess or queen fairy... Right? That sounds right. I asked her about the flower crown and if I could have one too because I told her I want to be a princess fairy just like her. Daddy Pocky had to pull that fairy away for a small while to talk to her, I think that he was going go talk to her about fairy stuff... But Daddy Pocky still does not like that kind of stuff. When she came back with my Daddy she kneeled down and told me that I had to keep a secret. I told her I would Diary, so I can only tell you. Even Reginhart (you know, my brother... I usually write Cooper because it is easier, and I think it is a better name for him) can not know, so keep this between me and you, okay diary? But the fairy told me that when I turn 16 she will give me my very own flower crown... and I will be a fairy princess too. She says that I am too young to be a princess, and that Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit still have to teach me a lot of things befour I can become a princess... I can not wait until I am older.

~ Kinny (the soon to be fairy princess)

P.S
I almost forgot Diary! I never told you her name, Princess fairy Zaira!

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Dear Diary,

To this day, it's been almost six years since I've written to you... I guess, the motive of writing down my thoughts dropped throughout the year. I suppose I must have gotten lazy, or maybe I've just been too busy. I think Daddy Pocky noticed, though I can't remember him ever reminding me to do it. I just remember having fun every day and telling everyone but you about it all... I read back, seeing my last diary entry was about how I was so excited to finally go into grade school... I can't say I'm glad about that anymore. It's only been a month of my first year in junior high, and I'm almost positive that I'm now the most laughed at, at school. Everyone keeps calling me a baby or telling me to go and suck my thumb while reading about fairy tales. I don't understand what's so wrong about actually thinking... knowing that Neverland and Fairies exist. I'm sure at least some of the girl's who I thought I had become friends with would agree with me, boy, I couldn't be more wrong. I thought all the rumours I'd heard about junior high were wrong, that it wasn't scary, that it'd be a breeze to go through... Why do I have to be the one to disagree? No one at school talks to me much except for the teachers and Cooper... Though, sometimes he scolds me and tells me to just grow up and the problems will go away. Diary... I don't think I want to grow up.

~ Kinny





Dear Diary,

My problems are only getting worse, and the thing is... I just can't tell Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit. I told Cooper to promise me that not to tell them. He did, remember that promise too Diary. If they find out I'm being bullied, oh gosh, I don't want to be known as the school snitch that can't "handle a joke" as well. It's getting kind of hard, and it's only been about a month of school. I don't understand how this even happened, I swear there is nothing wrong with knowing that Neverland exists. I think I'm beginning to understand why Peter Pan just didn't want to grow up, my five year old self didn't understand then. I remember all these quotes and sayings that all say that it's okay to be different, but everyone around me seems to think differently. It's always "why are you so weird?" or "wow, you actually believe in that STILL?" ... Don't think they're crushing my dreams Diary, I still believe as much in Neverland and Fairies as I did that night Daddy Khajiit read to me for the first time. Don't worry too much about me Diary, I'm still keeping up with all my studies and keeping my chin up at school and at home. They can't make me change, but I do expect them all to try. You understand don't you? I'm sort of glad Daddy Pocky told me to write to you, it helps clear my head and just remember to keep being quiet about everything. As long as you know, then everything is okay.

~ Kinny





Dear Diary,

Today was dress up day at school. At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted to dress up as Peter Pan or Tinker Bell. I ended up choosing Peter Pan, because I had this clever idea of attaching a black helium balloon to my ankle like the shadow that keeps trying to escape. I thought it was brilliant if I do say so myself. Don't you agree? Good, because those at school really didn't. Not one bit. Someone popped the balloon on my way to second period, I was so disappointed. So all I could do was drag along the popped balloon remains on the string and hope nothing else of my costume would be tampered with. I should probably fill you in on the rest of my attire... though, mind you, that Daddy Kahjiit was the one that helped me put it all together. Daddy Pocky and Cooper weren't really all that big fans of dressing up as someone who you're not... Now where's the fun in that? I think I need to teach Cooper how to live a little more beyond the boundaries of only the facts (yeah, I've noticed he's been taking after Daddy Pocky.. Though, now and then I seem him asking Daddy Khajiit about the olden days and him being a sneaky thief). Not going to lie, Daddy Khajiit kind of reminds me of the shadow in Peter Pan... Hehe, after all, sometimes he does really get on Daddy Pocky's nerves.

I'm getting side tracked aren't I? Well, all didn't go so well today to be honest. Near the end of the day someone snapped the red feather off of my hat, and someone so rudely tripped my by stepping on the string purposely... I landed on my wrist sort of funny, but I don't think Daddy Pocky or Daddy Khajiit have noticed me being careful about not putting too much pressure or movement on it. Maybe I ought to go to Neverland now instead of waiting until I'm older, maybe that'll be better. After all, in Neverland you don't grow up; and right now, that would be absolutely amazing. It's time for me to go trick or treating... Cooper is coming along with me, I insisted he at least put some sort of costume on... And he did, I think I've helped influence him some over the week by complaining to him about why he wasn't going to dress up. He's coming along with me as a sneaky thief. His costume is kind of lame... Sh, don't tell him I said that, then he'd go back to being all factual.

~ Kinny





Dear Diary,

Things still haven't slackened off at school, there are still quite a few people mocking me. I think I'm getting used to it, I remember Daddy Pocky telling me back when I was younger that I needed to have a thick skin when it came to the real world.... I think I'm getting the hang of it. Lately I've been doodling, mostly during my spare time and at lunch when I sit on my in a quiet corner of the library.... The fairytale-ish section to be exact. I've been getting pretty good if I do say so myself, it's nice being able to draw. I've been having these dreams lately, let me tell you about them. I dreamt that Peter Pan had visited my room and gave me a special bag of pixie dust, he never gave me a real reason why... But he did tell me that there would always be enough. I'm glad that I'll be able to have enough of that stuff to get around flying back and forth to Neverland and home, let me tell you Diary... It can be quite exhausting. Now that I think about it, maybe it wasn't a dream Diary. Each day that wake up from my trip to Neverland I feel absolutely exhilarated but tired at the same time. But that's beyond the point, because I've learned something recently. Even though Tinkerbell is extremely stubborn and has quite the blow up red in the face sort of temper, she was rather helpful. Maybe it's because she's just jealous that Peter Pan has his attention on me and not her. Oh well, back to the point. Tinkerbell showed me something that I never thought I'd be able to see, a land beyond Neverland. When I asked Peter Pan about it, he said it was mine to discover. Can you believe it Diary? A whole land for me to discover, OH I can't wait until my next journey. I promise I'll tell you all about it when I get there.

Yours truly,
Kinny- the adventurer



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Dear Diary,

I have SO much to tell you! I've found the land. The land beyond Neverland! You wouldn't believe it, it's just so extraordinary. This land, is incredibly special Diary, and the best part? I was given the power to create the island into what it needs to be. Everything up to my own imagination... whatever I can think of. Whoever I'd like who can access this Island... I am the creator, or the princess as the scroll told me. Scroll you might ask? That's a rather long story to explain, but I'll just tell you that I appreciate having the sneaky thief blood within me... It wasn't easy stealing the magical power scroll from Captain Hook. I don't have any powers here in the 'real world' Diary, but on the Island Beyond Neverland, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. I have the ability to create anything I want, it's basically like I'm building this island from scratch.. It's all up to me. Now, the first thing I have currently in action is creating the sort of scenery and vegetation of the island. It's a rather large task, I have to make sure everything I want is in the right place and there are resources available for the creatures of the island once I add them into existence. I've even noticed that in class, whenever someone is teasing me, I'm right back to where I left off on the island. I think I'm getting pretty good at it, going to the island I mean. At first, it was only when I went to bed at night and could only visit it in my dreams. But I've been able to visit it sometimes when I'm awake at school, or alone in the library. Cooper doesn't believe me of course, but that's okay... I even have a creature in my mind that could definitely be him on my island; that is, only if he behaves himself.

Let me tell you about the scenery I've been creating for my island Diary. It'll be mostly a sort of fairy forest, but of course, this land is very accepting of magical creatures of all kind... Kind of like Narnia after everything was okay! There are lush green plants with hints of midnight blue or dark purples that appear... Giving it a sort of mysterious quality. There are large trees, but these trees are very special indeed. Instead of just being one straight up trunk, they spiral. These spiraling trees are the homes of some fairies, but also the nuitlys (nuit lys - meaning night lily in French). These lilies only open their petals at night, and they are incredibly plain on the outside. The bulbs on the outside are just plain grey, but on the inside... Gosh they're beautiful. They range in any colour and have a specific glimmer to them. Only seen by the moon in which they originally sprouted in. It is then that you see them shimmer, like diamonds embedded in to their petals, it is absolutely wonderful.. The creatures I plan on creating will absolutely adore them. Perhaps one day I'll bring some back for Zaira, I think she'd enjoy them. There are several other different plants around the forest, ranging from small to large, but all seem to hold a secret quality to them. There are also various gemstone and quartz clusters around the island, since these have been untouched by man-kind, they can become rather large. There are waterfalls and pools of water that seem to swirl with the stars of the galaxy and nebulas, caves that are dark but hold an inner glow of crystals inside, yet are shielded from any such light. The sand along the beaches are crisp and white, soft.. and can be perfect for sand castle building. I think the fairies will like that. I've started to place tree lanterns around the island as well, not lit by lightbulbs. But by small fragments of glowing crystals made specifically for the island called dador de luz (or light giver in Spanish). Well, that's all for now... I've got to get back, the island needs me.

Yours truly,
Kinny

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Dear Diary,

It's Christmas! Something I have looked forward to for a while now, and I'm not too sure why. There isn't all that much snow around, with it usually being hot and all... But I forced Daddy Pocky into taping a snowy scenery to the large window in the living room of the apartment, so that'll have to do. It's been nice that Cooper and I have been on Christmas break (started last week) , getting away from all the nasty comments and being shunned. I suppose I'm still a child, but I don't see the harm in that. What's the use of having a brain if you can't use it for creativity? Well, don't get me wrong diary, everyone is entitled to their own opinions... Just, I wish they'd stop trying to change mine. I haven't been to the land beyond Neverland in a small while, only for about a week, and sadly, Christmas break ends in a few days. I wonder how my island is doing, but I'm sure I won't have to worry, I'll be back there working on things soon enough. In the meantime Diary, let me tell you more about how Christmas was.

I got Daddy Pocky a pocket watch, I wasn't all that sure what he would like. He's always so darn serious, it's hard to wiggle answers out of him for something fun. Well, to be honest, Cooper and I both bought the watch for Daddy Pocky; our allowance only goes so far after all. For Daddy Khajiit, Cooper and I split ways to find a present for him. I bought Daddy Khajiit a new dress shirt for when he goes to work, boring, I know. But don't worry, I'll be reading to him tonight Cinderella of course, I think he'll enjoy it. He hasn't broken his promise you know, and I'm thrilled he hasn't. He still reads to me every night... We're both always so busy, it's nice to just have time for the two of us imginators. (hehe, I like that nickname).

Daddy Pocky got me a gift card... I think he struggled with what to get for me to be honest. He never really understood my little thoughts that he didn't favour. Daddy Khajiit on the other hand bought me a blue feather. He says that it is very special because it is from the blue bird of paradise. He showed me a picture, and gosh Diary, it's absolutely breathtaking. I can't believe Daddy got me a feather from the bird, he said that he actually found it when he was younger and was traveling. Wow, he's been able to keep it so long... I bet you Cooper is a bit jealous. I think I'll even create some Blue Bird's of Paradise on my island... Wouldn't that be wonderful? OH! Cooper. I forgot to tell you what I gave him, Diary. Considering he's turning into a mini Daddy Pocky, I got him a big book of riddles... Maybe that'll get him thinking outside the box now and then.

I've got to get going now Diary, Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit have invited guests over from work... I need to clean my room (though I don't see why, we won't be eating in there.)

Yours truly,
Kinny
(merry Christmas!)





Dear Diary,

It's a new year and I thought that maybe people at school would forget about my belief and love for Fairies and Neverland... Boy was I ever wrong. It seems the problem has only become worse as students find no better things to do then bother me. As you know, I've been keeping you up to date with all my progress on the Island Beyond Neverland. It looks absolutely amazing Diary, I couldn't tell you how much I adore what I've done. It seems that it's really flourished over the time I've been back at school. I've finished all the landscaping and fruits and such on the island, and many of the creatures are already inhabiting the life around them. The best part dear diary? They've all learned to accept one another so easily, I couldn't be more pleased! Next up, the life of fairies on the island. I've been having some troubles with that though, and so far the only thing I've been able to create remotely close to a fairy is a glowing sphere that floats around the forest. Hm.. Maybe I'm just missing something.

On other news Diary, today is my birthday! My, time has really passed hasn't it? I'm sixteen now. Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit must be feeling rather old, don't you think? Highschool isn't all that easy, especially with me being the kid of the school and all. Ah well, on happier news, I didn't want a large birthday party anyway; like so many other girls my age would rather have. Nah, I just had a small get together with my family and some of my Daddys co-workers. Zaira was kind enough to let us all 'party' at her club, Tranquility. The best part of the day? Zaira (the princess fairy - do you remember me telling you about her?) actually remembered her own promise to me. Wow, I couldn't believe she remembered, the woman hasn't seen me in so long after all. Just quick chats here and there whenever I were to drop some quick dinner for Daddy Pocky and Daddy Khajiit. She's still as beautiful as I remembered, and her flower crown and eyes never fail to dazzle me... I'm getting side tracked aren't I? Well, Diary. Today I've become a Fairy Princess as well, I can't believe it. Zaira gave me a flower crown today as a birthday present, and Daddy Khajiit was overjoyed to see me so happy... I think he's been noticing I've been rather quiet around the house for such a long time. Daddy Pocky didn't look impressed by Zaira doing this, but I think I saw a hint of glad affection in his eyes. I couldn't be happier right now Diary, I'm finally a fairy princess. I've always wanted to be one, ever since I was little. Now when I go to the island perhaps it will help me with the task of creating such a wonderful fairy island.

Yours truly,
Kinny the adventurer princess fairy - or Priyatama (as Daddy Khajiit now likes to call me. He told me it means that priyatama means princess in Hindi)

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✈ You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you may seem, and smarter than you may think ✈

✈ Christopher Robin✈

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Sleep

The man watched his daughter toss and turn in bed, seemingly having a nightmare. A faint glow of orangey light filtered in from behind the man's tall frame. He had heard murmuring from his sweet girl's room, and it was his curiosity that took over when Pocky had just told him to go back to bed. His piercing forest green eyes seemed to soften as the girl mumbled in her sleep. He had noticed the girl becoming increasingly quiet in the small apartment, to the point where she hardly spoke much anymore. He never bothered to question why, always thinking that perhaps the girl was just growing up. She did seem to always be in her own little world now, he'd even found that she'd taken to drawing quite a bit. His gaze shifted to the faint outline of a small, but neat stack of sketch books beside her bed. The father held in a sigh as he wondered what may be troubling his only daughter, but one of two beautiful yet extremely different children.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard another mumble from his sleeping daughter, his lips twitching into a slight frown when he thought he heard incorrectly.

"Stop, why'd you rip it?" He heard the slightly slurred words, wondering if this was one of the reasons why she had returned one day from school almost in tears while clutching a sketchbook to her chest tightly. He had noticed that several of the pages seemed to be pulled from the spine, but never really thought to question it. The man bit his lip as his eyes returned to the sleeping girl, his lovely girl.

"Ow! That hurt," he watched as the dark haired girl seemed to cringe in her sleep; only causing his frown to deepen. What had he missed over all this time? It wasn't until he realized the young girl trembling that his instincts kicked in. Moving from the door frame and quietly closing the wooden door almost all the way, he blindly made his way to his sleeping beauty's bed. As his eyes adjusted he could see his little girl trembling. Carefully slipping under the covers onto the rather small bed, he pulled his daughter into his arms. The wet moisture of tears met his fingers as he gently wiped them away from her cheeks.

"Shh, my lovely, please be well," came the deep whisper of the girl's father. His deep green eyes seemed to fill with strong affection and sorrow for his hurting daughter.

"Sleep, I'm right here." He whispered quietly in her ear, smoothing the wavy locks on her head. One arm cradled her to him as he tried to comfort his precious child. How had he been so clueless? A pang ran through his body as the girl mumbled something again, quietly shushing her and pressing his lips to her forehead. He only felt slightly relieved as his daughter began to calm and sleep somewhat peacefully, watching her eyelids flutter as she dreamed. What could be dreaming of? Whatever it was, it seemed to make her happy, though he liked to think it was because of his comfort. Now the question of what to do the next day rose in his mind, looking down at his innocent sweetheart. Did he talk to the school? Did he ask her himself? Or did he just leave it be until she came to him herself? Either way, he'd have to be there for her no matter what. Perhaps Reginhart would know what was going on.. He'd noticed his quick witted boy always bringing his sister a spoonful of sugar whenever she seemed extra down. Biting his lip he looked down at his beautiful girl, rubbing her cheek gently with his thumb.

"My Priyatama, I am so sorry for your sorrows... Please forgive me." The father of the sixteen year old girl whispered sadly, resting his cheek on top of her head and closing his eyes.





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✈ The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all ✈


✈ Mulan ✈


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Dear Diary,

I couldn't believe I'd turned twenty just a few months ago. Can you believe that over all these years, I'm still talking to you? (( Perhaps Daddy Pocky was right after all... But don't tell him that. He won't say "I told you so," but he'll definitely be thinking it. )) But here I was, just not too long ago smiling at my father just at the height of his waist. Gosh, that seems too far away to remember... It'd be such a wonderful time for Peter Pan to whisk me away to Neverland. Then, maybe it wouldn't be so hard every day. I haven't met anyone special, let alone really willing to socialize with. I'd managed to work enough at Tranquility in order to start my way through college. I had taken the year off after I graduated highschool with my twin, Cooper. I still remember Daddy Khajiit all teary eyed when he hugged me afterwards. I got a good firm hand shake from Daddy Pocky, but I think he caved later on during the Daddy daughter dance at the banquet... Because he had to leave the room with some sort of emotion running high.

I work mostly as a waitress at Tranquility, though sometimes I mix drinks when Daddy Pocky or Daddy Khajiit have a night off or are on a break. Zaria was kind enough to allow her particular fairy princess (or what she calls me) a job with a ether decent hourly rate. In all honesty, I always wear my flower crown she gave me when I go to work... And always at least once during the week at school. I'll admit, I've gotten quite the few odd looks from my classmates. Nothing I'm not used to by now, after almost six years of constant bullying, I think I'm making out rather well. Oh diary, you wouldn't believe how beautiful the Island beyond Neverland is now. All the creatures get along so well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. The fairies... Gosh. I've finally gotten on to being able to create fairies. They're such a joy to have on the island, none of them fail to amaze me each and every day. I think some of them are starting to plan a flower festival soon... I can't wait to see it and join in on the fun. I'll have to take Daddy Khajiit there one day... He's been so kind to me. I don't know his I'll be able to thank him and Daddy Pocky. Perhaps... Perhaps I could buy a new Fairy tale book for Daddy and I to read. Heh, diary, his promise to me; you remember that? He still hasn't broken it. Every night, we talk to each other over the phone or using Skype and he either reads to me, of I read to him. Especially if he wants to hear a story other then Peter Pan. I think it would be nice to be able to read a new book, don't you think? Ah, my shift is about to start... Can't be working on the island right now or else Fantasia will scold me again for slacking off or 'day dreaming'. I don't know what she means Diary, I don't say dream at all.

Yours truly,
Priyatama Kinny

Dear Diary,

There isn't too much that's really interesting going on right now. I guess you could just say it's the same old, same old. I haven't exactly made any new friends in college.. But then again, I haven't exactly been socializing much either. I think that I've officially been identified as the 'five year old stuck in an adults body'. You'd think that people my age would just let it go already and start to accept me for who I am. I suppose that's just the way that society works Diary, and I suppose I can't change anything about it either. I'm onto my eighth sketchbook diary, can you believe I've been through so many? You guessed right though, they're all about the Land Beyond Neverland. Gosh, I can never can enough of my home away from home. Don't forget, it's just you and me that no about it Diary, even Daddy Khajiit has no clue... Perhaps one day he'll get to see it... But not yet. The island is the only place that anyone gets to call a home. I've been rather busy lately with all my school work and job at Tranquility, but I suppose this is what 'growing up' is like. Don't get me wrong diary, i'm trying my absolute best. But I'm beginning to wonder if I'll make any new friends that can help relieve that burden rather than just Cooper, Daddy Khajiit, and Daddy Pocky; they're all unbelievably busy too you know. Ah well, it's alright, just more time for me to be at The Land Beyond Neverland. I suppose I've always had the choice to change the name... But something about it just has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Yours truly,

Priyatama Kinny

Yours truly,
Kinny the adventurer Priyatama fairy

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✈ Fantasy, if it's really convincing, can't become dated,
for the simple reason that it represents a flight into a dimension that
lies beyond the reach of time ✈

✈ Walt Disney ✈

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A look at Real Life

Kinsley seems to get along most with her Dad Khajiit. Perhaps it's because they both seem to have a certain fondness for the imaginary, no limitations of life. Though Kinsley doesn't have the backstory that provides so much character like Khajiit, she tends to know what hardships are like to endure because she was (and still is) bullied for still believing in 'child' stories. There's a sort of special bond that pull Khajiit and Kinsley together, like two puzzle pieces that only fit with one another. The one thing that absolutely holds the two together, is the fact that Daddy Khajiit hasn't broken his promise of reading her a story from the fairy tale book he gave her so long ago. It doesn't matter if she's sleeping over at the apartment for the night or at her own... He'll find a way. Normally through phone calls, Khajiits velvety voice always seemed to provide some sort of comfort when it came to his tone telling her the story of Neverland.

Pocky is a different story when it comes to connections with Kinsley. The man never really failed to help her with homework when she needed someone serious. Though she didn't socialize with him much, she is still his daughter who loves him adoringly. She finds that his limitations to the unknown put a sort of barrier between them, but that doesn't stop Kinsley from trying to show her Daddy Pocky the enjoyment of what she sees and feels. The fact that Pocky doesn't believe in such things always has Kinsley in a tizzy to try and figure out some brilliant plan of trying to get Pocky to understand. Sometimes her antics can get on Pocky's nerves, which now and them leads to some... 'Creative discussions'; but in the end.... Kinsley usually goes to apologize first. Their bond is most definitely different compared to Khajiit, let's just say... Pocky is her Crocodile.

Cooper and Kinsley are definitely an odd pair of siblings. It's obvious by now that Kinsley has taken more so after Khajiit, and Cooper after Pocky. Yet, despite his set of limitations to the facts, Kinsley noticed that her twin often enjoyed listening to Khajiit's stories of his thievery days. With that in mind, Kinsley has tried manipulating that into helping Cooper see her point of view. Of course he doesn't know about The Land Beyond Neverland, and she expects he most likely never will. However, Kinsley does her best to try and gain a little more childish humour into her stubborn brother. She'd even shown him the movie Saving Mr. Banks... And he seemed to like it. Ah- well, the part where cartoon animations are not to be used. On the other hand, something he takes quite literally is that a "spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down," part. Though Cooper doesn't much understand why Kinsley believes in such childish things, he still treats her like the deserving sister she is. Of course he knows about the bullying, and does his best to try and support her... But it can be difficult when Kinsley isolates herself or goes off into her weird day dreams. It fascinates him about just what his sister may be thinking of and simply zone out from the world around her so easily. You could do just about anything but when she was strictly 'in the zone', it was hard to bring her back t reality. But, back to the sugar. Whenever Kinsley is extra down, he gets a spoonful of sugar from the kitchen and brings it to whenever Kinsley may be. To be completely honest, Cooper always found some sort of joy in seeing his sister's eyes light up after having the spoon of sweet tasting crystals. The two probably don't speak as much as they could, but when they do, you'll never see them sitting in silence. Normally the two will play some sort of riddle games. Now, that may seem random, but to give you a clear answer on how that happened; it's like the story of Rumpelstiltskin for Kinsley, and intriguing mind games for Cooper.

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✈ Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don’t rent them out to tomorrow. Do you know what you’re doing when you spend a moment wondering how things are going to turn out with Perry?

You’re cheating yourself out of today. Today is calling to you, trying to get your attention, but you’re stuck on tomorrow, and today trickles away like water down a drain. You wake up the next morning and that today you wasted is gone forever. It’s now yesterday. Some of those moments may have had wonderful things in store for you , but now you’ll never know ✈

✈ Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl ✈

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Taking a look Beyond

Kinsley has a strong belief in Neverland and Fairies. She knows they exist and finds it rather offensive when someone tells her that they don't. Growing up she was teased through her elementary school years for not being 'grown up'. How several of the children seemed to want to be cool already and stopped believing in anything that might deem them to be uncool. Kinsley on the other hand still choose to believe in Neverland and Fairies, which only caused her to be teased, and occasionally shunned, by her peers. At the young age, Kinsley didn't really think much of it. Knowing that it was alright and it wasn't too big of a deal. Though she still had perhaps a handful of individuals that still talked to her, they would occasionally join on the bullying in order to remain from being bullied themselves for hanging out with her. Fast forward to junior high. That's when it really began to start, and she really understood what was going on. Once you're in junior high, it seemed as though everyone expected something from you in a certain way... And Kinsley didn't fit that viewpoint. As soon as she revealed that she knew and believed that Neverland and Fairies existed, it wasn't long until other Kiamara's who once talked to her began to shun her. Several began to pick on her both physically, and verbally (though verbal was the usual way). Kinsley easily could have abandoned her beliefs in order to fit in, however she continued to believe in the tale she was told at a young age. She didn't understand why others had to bully her for being different. Often times she'd been told to just grow up already and to let it go. She actually remembered going to a teacher about the bullying and being told that it was probably the time to grow up and stop believing in fairy tales. From then, Kinsley began to fade off from the real world.

Subconsciously she began to create a utopia for herself... The Land Beyond Neverland. What people considered daydreaming or her sketching on her own, she was creating her utopia. The place where she could be herself fully without any judgemental glared or snide comments. This place specifically created for her, specifically created by her, was her escape from the bullying. Of course, Kinsley didn't realize that she was doing this subconsciously and in her mind. She truly believes that this Land Beyond Neverland is real, and that she has created the island to be what it is today. Kinsley had no idea that what she is doing does not affect the real world, and has no idea that she is doing it subconsciously. Her imagination, so to speak, has taken over part of her real life concentration. Despite the fact she could dream herself going to the island at night, at first, only began her journey to falling for the island in more ways then one.

She became more quiet then she was once, always chattering about on any sort of conversation. To the point where she hardly spoke anymore, except for when any of her family members of her Daddy's co-workers spoke to her. Often times you'd find her sketching in a sketch book, or staring off blankly; not really focusing on anything. Of course, Kinsley continued to work hard for her grades and kept herself involved, though, it was more of a part time job compared to her work on the Land Beyond Neverland.

High school years weren't much better for Kinsley either. Despite the fact that there were individuals who were also different, she didn't socialize enough in order to fit in or connect with anyone. She was still diligent with her school work but was usually found sitting alone or going home straight away after school. She'd occasionally talk to Cooper, though, he was busy with his own friends. High school was just another time for Kinsley to fall into her subconscious state of creating the island and the mysterious creations on it. Not once has she ever realized that it is her way of coping with the bullying, even to this day. Yes, she's an adult now, however she still has the subconscious state of travelling to her island. What Fantasia calls as daydreaming, is really Kinsley located on her island rather then consciously in the real world. Being older, the young woman has become slightly more social but only to those she thinks may have the potential to accept her 'childish' beliefs of Neverland and Fairies. She doesn't expect to share her Land Beyond Neverland with anyone unless they are worthy to know or need a home beyond this world. To say the least, Kinsley's imagination is what's keeping her from fully experiencing things around her. Her life on the Land Beyond Neverland is very real for her. To the point where she can 'physically touch' her creations. Whether it be the silky smooth touch of the Nuitlys flower, the teasing tickle from a stray fern or vine. She can see the bright sparkle and shine of the crystals around her, the noises of the animals that she created on the island. Whether it be the call of a blue bird of paradise to the soft grunting of forest creatures scuttling about or the way the white sand folds underneath her step. And most of all, she can very much hear the soft tinkle of laughter and see every detail from wing patterns to eye colour from the fairies around her.

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✈ You must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul ✈

✈ Ratatouille ✈

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Tap into Your Inner Fairy

Kinsley bit her lip as she looked around the somewhat busy food area of the college she was attending. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was slightly anxious for someone to sit down with her. No one was seated within a few seats of her, and she was beginning to wonder if her belief in Neverland and Fairies had completely put her off from other individuals. Looking down at her food, the young female suddenly began to find a pit in her stomach that would be solved by food. Despite the grumbling of her stomach for something to eat, she pushed aside her tray and pulled out one of her many sketch books. If she was right, this would be sketchbook number eight ever since that first one back in grade seven. A glazed look flooded over her vibrant sapphire blue eyes as she seemed to distance herself from the world around her. The loud chattering of the food court seemed to fade away to the soft giggling of fairies and the various sounds of a forest full of life and security. What was once just a plane piece of paper transformed before her into the fairy forest of what she considered her second home....

Her home away from home. A soft sigh of pure content escaped her imaginary form (though very real to Kinsley). A bright smile painted her lips as she let her fingertips trail long the silky smooth... Almost velvety leaves of the fronds and flowers that seemed to reach out to her in glee. That simple awestruck and warm glow replaced the usual dull, emotionless gaze the real world Kinsley usually held. The sound of the creatures she'd created filled her ears, and the call of the blue bird of paradise rand a beautiful note and fond memories of her precious blue feather. The amazing rush of sea breeze danced along her fur and flooded her senses. Her for like eyes closed momentarily to take in the serenity of it all... The comfort of it all.

When her eyelids fluttered open she was met with the glowing figure of a purple fairy. The silhouette appeared and the delicate, translucent wings with intricate designs seemed to sparkle with life as the sun bounced off them. Her features immediately lit up at the sight of her most prized creation. The fairies. She giggled quietly as the glowing figure twirled around her, teasing her playfully. Kinsley spun like a ballerina, as if chasing the playful fairy. A laugh of pure delight escaped her and she smiled lovely at the world around her. The beauty of it all... The acceptance... The way she fit in. As she was about to let the fairy rest in the palm of her hand when someone interfered with her actions.

"Is this seat taken ma'am?" Came the soft, hesitant voice of a female. Looking up with those blank sapphire orbs she found herself meeting emerald spheres for a mere split second. Had the young female jus called her ma'am? Kinsley bit her lip, swiftly shutting her sketch book and fiddling with her pencil nervously. The pretty lilac-haired female wanted to sit with her.

"O-Of course, let me just move my things." She stammered out hesitantly, hoping she wouldn't make a fool of herself. She looked up just in time to see the beautiful girl smile slightly and slowly sit down with a small cardboard box that she seemed to be holding with great care. Biting her lip she looked down awkwardly, trying to think of something to say the pretty girl... By gosh, she wasn't as beautiful as Zaira; but she was indeed pretty. Perhaps she was a fairy... Not a princess, but most definitely a fairy. After a moment she looked up again swiftly, her eyes fluttering over the features of the delicate female. Her lilac hair was pulled up in a bun and tied with a turquoise ribbon, her emerald eyes seemed to sparkle with some sort of... Something. She was slender but healthy and seemed almost just as nervous as herself to be sitting there. The girl wore another turquoise ribbon around her neck, and a necklace graced with a smooth white pendant. Perhaps it was some sort of connection to her fairy life, instead of a fairy crown. Her admiration for the fairy was interrupted as the young woman spoke softly.

"I'm so sorry, I never introduced myself." The girl seemed sheepish in admitting this.

"My name is Emmeline," she murmured, but the fairy before her barely held her sapphire gaze for more then a mere few seconds.

"Kinsley.... Are you a fairy?" She blurted out, covering her mouth with a hand swiftly afterwards. Oh she'd done it now. This pretty fairy would be leaving within the minute and wondering why she believed in such 'foolishness'. Emmeline just looked at Kinsley with a sort of questioning look before she just smiled faintly.

"I-I don't believe so, but I suppose I could be." the 'fairy' murmured gently, shrugging the smallest amount. Hold on. Had this girl just said something not rude to her? Biting her lip her gaze flickered to the box again, wondering if there was a large amount of pixie dust inside of it... But then again, it seemed as though this particular fairy didn't know she was a fairy. Yet before she could ask the fragile female spoke up once more.

"I paint eggs," she said sheepishly, opening the box slowly and pulling out a sky blue egg with beautiful patterns dancing around it.

"Oh my.." Kinsley murmured in awe, surprised that the female could paint on such a delicate canvas.

"You can hold it if you'd like, Miss. Kinsley." Emmeline murmured, and Kinsley took note of how the fairy spoke in such a formal, polite... And extremely lady like way. She wondered whatever have made Emmeline act in such a way, but either way, she wouldn't be the one to judge... She'd experienced that far too much to inflict it upon another. After a moment of dwelling on all the harsh words spoken to her, she refocused on what Emmeline had spoken softly. Reaching out she carefully cradled the pastel blue egg with intricate white patterns. She could even see a 'paper' crown painted near the top of the oval egg. She carefully turned it over, her sapphire eyes trailing after every swirl or dot precisely painted. Emmeline smiled softly as she watched the female study the egg with a seemingly awestruck expression.

"You may keep it if you'd like, Miss. Kinsley." Emmeline murmured.

"I can always paint more... I do it year round," she murmured softly. Now this, this peeked Kinsley's interest.

"You.... You paint eggs year round?" She asked, a puzzled expression appearing on her face. Now that was interesting, didn't people normally only paint eggs around Easter? Biting her lip as she saw something flicker over Emmeline's face, she hoped she hadn't offended the potential fairy.

"Why yes, yes I do. I always had eggs as my canvas of inspiration." Kinsley heard Emmeline admit sheepishly, and the words only caused her to smile.

"And... And no one judges you?" Kinsley asked curiously, after all... Painting on eggs all the time was rather... Out of the box. She saw Emmeline's smile faulter, and she opened her mouth to apologize but the lilac haired girl only shook her head in reassurance.

"I most definitely do, Miss. Kinsley. But that's alright, I don't mind." The female paused, as if trying to find the right words before continuing.

"I like painting on eggs, I sometimes change my canvas for a few sketches or special requests... But painting on eggs are what makes me.. Emmeline." The emerald eyed girl seemed embarrassed for using such a 'clichè' way of explaining her difference. The thought only made Kinsley smile however, and she admired that this egg painting fairy could accept being different. Her sapphire gaze traveled to the delicate egg sitting on her palms, the brief flicker of the Nuitlys appearing instead before it faded. Perhaps... This fairy had put her under a spell, but the emotionless, blank look in her eyes seemed to fade slightly; a sort of affectionate look appearing instead. This fairy known as Emmeline... Well, soon to be fairy. Kinsley knew she'd have to somehow inform this pretty, lilac haired girl that she was indeed a fairy. Perhaps she'd get to know her more... And perhaps she'd have to inquire what this girl knew about fairies... She wondered if she'd ever been to Neverland in her dreams or ever experienced Neverland. This girl, this fairy Emmeline who painted eggs to be Emmeline... Well. Kinsley would just have to do something to get the inner fairy to appear in the eyes of the brilliant emerald orbs. Maybe... Unlikely, but maybe she'd have to take Emmeline to The Land Beyond Neverland in order to truly have Emmeline understand she was a fairy.... But she'd try and get it to appear before that. After all, the island beyond Neverland was her own special creation. Only special people with her invitation could experience the land of acceptance and dreams. Kinsley could hear the soft humming coming from Emmeline, and the soft notes came to her as the song, Never grow up, and the lyrics began to pour into her mind and that glossy look glazed over her sapphire orbs once more.

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✈ I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection ✈

✈ Leonardo da Vinci ✈

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Leaving the very spot I am
Leaving behind myself
Leaving behind my troubles
Running away or leaving…
There's no difference
Escaping from life itself
Though be it temporary it's enough
For a break I'm in desperate need of
A short break or long break
Let me hide away from life itself
Cruel and relentless
No matter what I'll never truly escape
Life will find me and retrieve me
It'll pump me with fear, depression, and despair
Life and reality will find me once again
There's no way I can escape them
As I hide in my fantasies
Let me pretend to fly away, far, far away…
Leave me with my fantasies
I've escaped reality
For now I'm free until reality retrieves me
Please let me escape reality
Fantasies please hide me away
Imaginations please carry me away
Reality is on its way to thwart my escape
Once again I'm escaping reality
Soon it'll find me then pump me with anger, sadness and angst
Let me run and escape to my fantasies
Allow me to escape reality
Let me pretend to fly away to my fantasies

Marcellus Watts

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Artwork

by pumpkaboo.

by ColorSplashtheartist

Artwork Continued
Hiding the blush
by welcome to carnival.
Better off elsewhere
by Kaitlynizer
Loving you (heart speech bubble)
by Tabbykit
Fairy under the sky
by Alaric Glöckner
Hoping
by *starshimmer*

Credits
Up to 5 Kias
owner of 1 kiamara

glitter-graphics:
1. star's falling
Galaxy X 1

*Please know that her birthday
can be altered in order to fit with Cooper*