It's my birthday! Woop-Woop quarter of a century, pass me my zimmer frame.

Your challenge this year is to fill this blog with bunnies of the adorable kind. Also amazing cakes, can anyone remember my favourite flavour from last year...?

Love you c:

i see many people on the forum have profile picture but how can i have one

more writing, rated m as usual. I'm on some kind of late-night roll here, man, can't help it. I feel like I'm spamming, but...oh well.

m, guys. there's some weird implied shit here.
...yup, this is a weird one. seriously. you probably shouldn't read this.

you've been warned.

...really. if you're on 'BUT THINK OF THE CHILDREN!' island, stay out.

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hey! kid! you wanna earn a dime?
stroll up to that chick an' put her face outta line
she won't bite nor bark, she's thin as a bird
an' her voice is too weak to be heard

you like games, boy? I'll show you
the games I played when I was young
it's a little bit gritty, and painful, too
shut your eyes and bite down on your tongue

three weeks since I last saw your face
did she say she'd go far this time?
a wild night out can twist your mind outta place
you'd be better off with me inside

hey, boy, you're getting older
and the nights are growing colder
promise you won't tell them what I did?
I'd hate to have to hurt you, kid

So, I'm off on Friday and was waiting for a good time to take requests.... so fire away. c: I don't think I'll have slots but I'll be picking and choosing(or maybe just working out of order); whatever catches my attention. And one more thing, you must request for another person and not for yourself.
The art will be little sketch-things like this. But it will probably vary from piece to piece.


1. Key
2. Toukan
3. Cadaver
4. Andante
5. Willow

BIOGRAPHY IN PROGRESS

vent? not sure. m for implied language/themes


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goddamn demons in the street
take their time, it's time of mine
knife in throat's always a treat
twists my neck; it's fine, it's fine

air too thick with purple haze
can't percieve a thing infront
swallow drops of acid glaze
such a pretty little

spinning spiders through the air
you never stop lying
dirty fingers through your hair
admit it, babe; you're crying

I'll leave you in the street
you're out of luck this time
I hope you feel the heat
inhaling white lines

What is the old version in which you can stay white skin how skin without that dispel? c:

My brother.
My sister.

We loved to sing. And we loved music.

From the moment we were born, we wanted to explore and play.
One day, we swore, that our small hooves would one day grow big and strong enough to walk the entire forest.

My brother. Bright as the light of the moon , with a black star on his forehead. Like a morning star.
My sister. Beautiful, black as night. As midnight.

Morning star. Midnight.

When we sang, did they hear us? The other fawns, the does, and the stags?
I think they did. But did we sing very well?

They seemed a bit scared of us.

They would always turn away, run away. Why did they look at us like that?
Mama, it`s making us sad. Though they`re only playing, right?
Daddy, why did you become so angry?

Why did you yell at the others? We didn`t understand. Not really.

So we kept singing.

Until the day the sun stopped moving in the sky.
Until the day they needed us again.

The past was the past, and it doesn`t matter to us. We are the midnight and the morning star, and we understood what that meant now. What we had to do.

We won`t forgot you, Mama, Daddy. We saw the tears in your eyes, and we`re sorry for that.
Thank you for trying to protect us. Thank you for loving us.

So we became the stars.

Do you see us sometimes? We like dancing through the stars.

Shush...

If you listen very closely, you might hear us singing.

"Mama, what are those, up there?"
"Those are stars, my sweets. They help the moon light up the night, so that the moon doesn`t feel so lonely."
"They`re so bright, Mama...."
The doe smiled.
"Perhaps, one day, you will shine brighter than the stars, my children."
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So that`s it. Also, the last part with the dialouge takes place in the past.

Hope you like it, Orinoco! (I`m not sure if it`s my best. Lol)

This goes out to you, whoever you are reading this.



There's too much hate in the world, so this is my vow to you.



I love you, regardless of who you are, and I am here for you when life gets rough.



If someone's giving you a hard time for who you are, talk to me.



If you need advice of any kind, talk to me.



If you're ready to give up on life, talk to me.



Don't ever give up on hope, there's always something to live and fight for.






If we had problems in the past, it's been long forgiven and forgotten.



Don't ever hesitate to talk to me if you need help or just need someone to listen.



My e-mail is lapras316@hotmail.com, and my MSN is quadzilla7@live.com.



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And remember, I love you.


- Quad

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