hi...
do you hope too? (:
i hope all the time...



Wanderers Silent Dream

Yeah, that crazy, psychotic, murderous bitch who kills everything in sight and eats her own spawn. This one.

Well, she's sitting in the forest right now, guaranteed not to jump up and skewer anyone. If you want to have someone nice to sit by, why not come and have a rest? Fawns and newcomers welcome. 8D Also, if your deer is similar in cannibalistic, homicidal tendencies and you join us, you win a good feeling inside.

At the Oak, btw.

((Mostly for the attention of Celticmystress- it's just a bit of a play around with her time-defying Lady Bones thing. Warning for swearing, mentions of sex and sexuality, nothing graphic- only posting it here because I'm having issues emailing it to her privately.

You really don't have to read it, if you don't want. Really...

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You're still reading. You sure you wanna do this?

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Alright. Your funeral...))

Charlie yelped as sound flooded her ears unbidden once more. Passers by glanced at her strangely as she stood, fumbling with the small device in her hands. The wind coming off the Hudson and coiling through the long boulevards of the city was crisp and chilly, and while others winced at the whip across their faces, Charlie remained unfussed as she dragged her index finger clumsily across the touch screen to furiously turn the volume down as she had been taught this morning. At least the noise assaulting her eardrums was pleasant, and comforting- The Irish Rovers, Bones had called it. It was all she could do to not burst into song along with the illusion of music, but at least she could step in time as she strolled around.
The culture shock was starting to wear off- replaced by unabashed, naked awe. She was just another tourist stumbling through the Giant Apple or whatever they called it. New York.
“Definately betteh than th’ owld one.” Charlie mumbled to herself.
As she turned to look up at the tall buildings surrounding her, she bumped sideways into a haughty woman coated in what the lost sailor would one day come to know as Gucci. There was no excuse- the cougar was dressed in every manifestation the brand came in. Despite her stylish attire, her voice raked at her above the loud chorus of Sloop John B.
“Ey-ey! I’m walkin’ ‘ere!

A lone raven perches on a fence-post...

Singing doom and gloom for all to hear.

...post a picture on your signature?

I cannot deside on a deer i should make... can anyone please sketch me a deer style/set for feven? im confuzled ><'. i cannot deside on what style/set i should make! anyone can sketch/mouse doodle/ etc. for me and ill deside on the pic i like the most! the person you wins gets a prize.

Every time I log onto a different deer, and then log back onto my first deer the pelt mask and antlers on it have gone!
Is there any way I can switch between deer without it vanishing?

But You Drove Me Insane.

Pilfered another meme from deviantart....

I have this weird 40 min break in between two of my classes...It's enough for me to drive home, eat some lunch, and sit there for 10 mins wondering what to do with myself before driving back.

So I do stupid crap like this to amuse myself. Do it if you want, I'm doing it to alleviate boredom |D