Brightredskies, I am sketching your Sasha from this. It has taken me longer than I expected because I tried the human face first. I could not make it work so I have given Sasha a deer face.

I am sorry that I did not make this a complete surprise but I am not sure if this picture is correct to your deer. I do not want to give you an inaccuracy. If there is anything you would like for me to change please let me know. I will fix it.


It is still very sketchy and unfinished.

The best part about being drunk is the illusion it creates.Right now I could feel Jareth's arms wrapped around me .He was comforting me.I couldn't help but press my head into his chest to hear that woundeful pounding instrument that is his heart.
The beating sounds so reall too real I look up my blue eyes shocked to see that its wasn't a dream.

But my name on his lips were such a bitter sweet moment.
How I longed for him to say it in a different manner one with love and affection,the way a man talks to his lover.
I eventually turn my gaze from him blushing that he caught me in this state,
I wipe the tears from eyes and pick up my half empty glass of wine.


"What are you doing here" I asked him chuckling trying to make light of the situation I take a sip of the wine acting calm and collected.

I was a very good actress I could sell you a knob if need be.

I turned my gaze back to him and I wish I hadn't
He was so close his body seemed to glow with the effect of the fire .His eyes god those mismatched eyes.Whether he responded I couldn't say my mind was frozen in his soul how could some one not love him.Is it a curse I wonder to fall madly in love with him and for him not to return it.

The moon hung in the air as if suspended by a thin string, long and delicate like a spider's silken thread. Perhaps if one were to try and reach out, touch it, it would break, and nature's nightlight would fall down, down, down...Perhaps if it fell, it would knock the sun away, and day and night would switch. Four o clock in the afternoon would become four o clock in the early hours of the morning - but then again, time was distorted there, as it had always been.

..I want those candle antlers now... can anyone come into the forest and cast them on me? I'll be by the big oak, without anything on. My picto is in my avvie. I will get on when someone replies! ^^

First one to comment with bio link/reference gets a fanart. Example here and here

Because one blog wasn't enough. WILL ORGANIZE/UPDATE LATER PFFF

Outsiders POV
It was a cold day in the underground,the wind was blowing sending a chill down her spine.She readied herself a bath.Sighing as the warm water touched her hands.
"So much has changed"her voice was but a whisper.Stripping she slowly eases herself into the large tub of foamy water.

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{In her mind}
I know I made the right choice in becoming fae,I wouldn't change a thing.But the upcoming events make me nervous.The labyrinth,is a bit too insistent that I find a mate at the ball,and be married within three months.It's not that I'm not greatful to it for what it has given me and Philip,but finding a mate right now.....It just seems so rushed.I dared not tell the labyrith who I secretly admire,nor do I dare tell the admirer for fear of rejection,or being used then thrown aside.A sigh escapes my lips and I plunge my head under the warm water,only to come up a minute later.The water drips off my nose and drips back into the water it is the only noise in the room.My mind won't settle with these uneasy thoughts as I think of him my heart starts to flutter."dam"the curse leaves my mouth.


I need to stop thinking of him he doesn't want me I inwardly chastise myself for it.Standing the cold air hits my body I flinch slightly before drying of and dressing in a robe.My feet carry me to the fireplace in my luxurious room.Before sittting on my usual spot on my black rug in front of the fire place;I pour myself a glass of wine."Who doesn't need to drink alone"I mutter.


The warmth of the fireplace sooths me somewhat as I sip my drink."I love him"those words come out of my out of impulse.But a tear slides down my cheek when I realize these words are true,and not the wine talking
I am such a fool to love him,I set the glass aside and bring my knees to my chest.I try to comfort myself and eventually lay on the furry rug and fall asleep
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An outsider

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Here's my wishlist as part of the Secret Santa... ...which may be heavily copy-pasted from last year. ^^;

...h'okay! If I don't get a mailed thing, then art is my topmost thing. Because I love it and will eat it up, of whatever quality. ^__^

If mailed, then to start off with there is still art, of course. Here's your art options. A few refs:

Liëka

The hair is dark purple, the pupil-less eyes are neon green, the pelt is the Black As Night pelt, with a purple sheen if it helps. The antlers and hoofs are shiny silver. The feather is an owl feather. In this picture the eyes are glowing a lot; it wouldn't usually be that much, it's just because... er, it's nighttime.

Iranu & Uvavu

Iranu: x Badly drawn Uvavu: x
The pelt is a simplified Golden Butterfly pelt.
Here's a lot of unnecessary info:
Uvavu is slightly larger built than Iranu, and Iranu has scruffier hair and is more wiry built than Uvavu. Uvavu swears he doesn’t use hair products, but it is suspiciously shiny and well-kempt. Iranu is the faster runner, and Uvavu is the better singer (but there really isn't much in it).
Iranu is rather a pyromaniac, and has a large stock of everlasting sparklers on him, as well as other means of creating fire. Uvavu has a habit of showing off to the does, very over-the-top and ludicrously. Iranu has a nervous habit of grooming other deer, yet another reason why the twins stick together so much. It would be a bit odd (not in a good way this time) to start preening some deer you don’t know.