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[Wileyfangs]

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Hello Eternal_Flame here! I'm an amateur graphic designer in the making who somehow got wrapped up in the idea of adoptables. I've been on cs for about 6 years doing art and creating characters and struggling to organize them all. I'm usually on nearly every day and I own two beautiful girls Natalie who was gifted to me and Marquis whom I've won. I love headcanons and I'm fairly active on Skype as well. In fact headcanons and Skype is one of the main ways I develop my characters. Warning! I will send you tumblr memes.
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[Wileyfangs]

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❀Toulouse is what one would call a “Plume of few words”. This little guy holds no reserves really; he just simply doesn’t talk often. He prefers to watch and listen as opposed to most of his family members but don’t think that “quiet” means “shy”. Toulouse has no problem getting into any and all trouble and he’s even more trouble than his sister since he will sneak away to do something fun in a millisecond without making a sound. Until he breaks something that is. Holding a penchant for art like his ‘Maman’. He’s an ace in art class. [99/1000 words]


You are not little. In fact, you think as you glare up at your older sister, you’re going to be 4 soon and can’t be called little anymore. Bee however doesn’t care as she teases you, cheeks wide with her grin, holding your blanket over your head. You refuse to cry though and you give her a big raspberry, smiling as she shrieked about you being “GROSS” and you laugh because she’s silly. It’s just slobber. Still you get your blanket back.

Maman and Mama hold you close. It’s a quiet day, one you do not like and your throat is itchy. You whine but maman shushes you while Mama plays with Abelle. You don’t want to hush. You whine louder and the feeling in your throat starting to hurt and your eyes prick with tears of frustration as you begin to squirm, but then she starts to hum. You pout and slowly settle, watching Abelle play with Mama. Maman promises you can play another time.



Mama is fun. She is loud and she is bright and you chase after her at the park. Sometimes you play with Mama for hours as she tosses you high or pushes you on the swings and you feel the wind roaring in your ears and you’re shrieking with laughter and your jump when you get so high you think you can touch the clouds. Then Mama shouts and then you feel arms around you as you tumble down into leaves. You giggle and Mama holds you tight and says you gave her a heart attack. You smile and snuggle closer as she sighs and you both come home to Maman and Bee in scrapes and bruises and you can only laugh.

Corvin is quiet. But not in a bad way. He is not loud like Mama or Bee, but soft like Maman. He speaks and you listen. He comes down from a school far far away and sometimes he gets you to sing. You don’t always like to speak but it’s nice to talk to Corvin. You say you like his ukulele. He says he likes your song. You sit down beside him and he teaches you. Do. Re. Me. Fa. So. La. Ti. Do. Your fingers brush the chords and you both recite letters. A.B.C.D.E.F.G. Corvin calls them chords and it’s quiet but you don’t mind it.

It is hard not to notice when Mr. Vaunt had arrived. You watch him and think him rather snake-ish and you stick out your tongue at him. He shakes his head at you and tries to get on with his day. You skip behind him and tell him he is a snake. He scowls.
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Bells ring and children scuttle to class on knobby knees and blushing cheeks. Teachers bellow and twitter through the day at their classes. But today is different. Today is new.

(Pyrmello)


He comes to class in uniform, shadowed by Mrs. Charlotte who begins the lesson with art. You see him and wonder who he is. He seems shy and you can’t help wondering if he’ll cry if you pull his feathers, but he looks up at you and you see a grin form confidently. He is not shy. In fact, he seems to strut into the room and something about it makes you think that maybe this kid will be fun.

(Ellie)
When you spot him you are at your desk, ready for the lesson in art class. Mrs. Charlotte introduces Toulouse as an exchange student from France. “You mean like Paris?!” A kid asks from the back and Toulouse nods. “Oui. B-But Paris is f-far…. f-from…the place...I am from.” He has an accent. Some of the kids twitter. You raise your hand and Mrs. Charlotte calls on you. “What’s it like?”

(Pyrmello)
You listen to good-two shoes Ellie and you make a face at her behind her back. The new kid, Toulouse, sees you. He narrows his eyes before speaking in a stutter. “It is very b-big. M-Many t-things happen there.” Mrs. Charlotte stops all the questions that bubble up and tells Toulouse to sit beside you and Ellie. You look at the paint beside you and then glance at Toulouse. Time for some fun.

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As it turns out on that day, Toulouse, Ellie and Pyrmello were of course sent to the principal’s office for starting what could only be dubbed as a paint war. Each told the headmaster what had happened but the most truthful was young Ellie’s version hence why she went too. Still Toulouse and Pyrmello got into trouble. And on his first day too!

After that the relationship between these three changed drastically. Ellie became a mediator between them when both boys got too heated. She is a very helpful girl to poor Toulouse when he struggles with English and in turn he teaches her phrases in French. She thinks of him as a little brother and favors him a bit. As for Pyrmello and Toulouse if one is causing trouble, then you’d better believe the other is right behind him! Rivals, both compete, though for what exactly not even Ellie could tell you. But when away from the class room and rules both have been known to get along. Just not at school. In fact, when asked by his mothers who Pyrmello is, Toulouse tells them that they are “best-bestest friends”.

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Today was the day.

You woke up early just to get ready for it! You glance up from your racecar bed with a smile on your face, eyes shining bright. Abelle’s bed is empty, so she’s waiting downstairs. Mama and Maman aren’t up yet. Quietly, you climb out of bed and slowly pull out the picture you made of Maman and Mama. The orange crayon you are especially proud of. Carefully you tiptoe down, a smile on your face already.

You can see it now. Mama and Maman will love it!

As you tiptoe past the living room, and quietly into the kitchen Abelle is waiting for you, already mixing. “I thought I was gonna mix it!” You whine in protest, but she shushes you because you’re too loud. You pout and cross your arms over your chest as you look up at her from her spot on the stool. You grumble but reluctantly push your chair over too.

“I was but somebody didn’t want to wake up. So I did the pancakes.” You huff at her but she only hands you the blueberries. “Put those in the bowl.” You do as your told because you’re impatient. Mama and Maman could wake up any minute now.
You can only grin widely as you gaze at your sister, giddy with excitement, your annoyance disappearing with the thought that soon your parents will awaken.

Today is mother’s day after all.

“Go get the flowers from the backyard. I’ll finish the pancakes,” Abelle instructs you and for once you do not argue. You cannot as you hop off the chair and race out into the morning. The sun is coming up and everything is golden and bright. A butterfly flutters by your nose. A grasshopper jumps out of your way. For once you do not follow.




As you pick your way through the backyard, you search for the most perfect flowers. Pretty ones, big and bright. You find wild lavender and you know it’s lavender because mama told you so when you were playing one time. She told you they smelled like spring. So you pick them and then trot all over the backyard, looking for the right flowers.
You find sunflowers next, big and bright. You think they are smiling. Maman has told you they do smile so you pick them next. They will smile just as bright for her.

By the time you are finished collecting perfect flowers, you are muddy but you do not mind.
Abelle calls for you from the kitchen. You race over right away, as fast as your legs can carry you, flowers tight in your hand.
Mama and Maman are downstairs waiting, sleepy eyed but they wake up when they see you covered in dirt and mud. Abelle is no better in flour.

“Toulouse! Abelle!” You both grin at them and snatch your picture off the counter before Abelle hands them a plate of wobbly pancakes. You present your treasures and you smile.
“Happy Mother’s Day!”

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[Wileyfangs]

Just a small post of thanks!

Credits
Fontmeme.com
Art by me

Plumerians used:
Abelle (c) Lilelith
Charlotte (c) ege
Corvin (c) Gryph'
Dakota (c) Insaniity
Ellie Cameron (c) Crimdoodle
Magnolia (c) PixelPlushiee
Pyrmello (c) Takura.
Vaunt (c) ege


Thanks to everyone in the group chats who looked over my form multiple times because I was being a pest. Thanks to Raleigh who helped me better understand Toulouse's character simply by talking about him with me. Thanks to Crimdoodle and Takura. for not only being such sweethearts but allowing me to use their own plume children, Ellie Cameron and Pyrmello as relationships. Special thanks to ege and Gryph' for letting me do the same with their respective Plumes Vaunt, Charlotte and Corvin as well. Thanks to everyone who encouraged me to continue with this competition and see it through till the end!

And finally thanks to PixelPlushiee and Insaniity for this opportunity. As cheesy as it sounds, creating a character for this babe was honestly only half the fun. I thank you in advance because it's not very often that I feel nostalgic of my own childhood while creating one for a character. It made this more fun for me and sometimes when trying out for all these adoptables that can be hard to find. I won't make a speech about it, but I honestly did enjoy creating Toulouse in character and seeing how he interacted. So thank you.

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