I might write something here later, but I have to use my writing desires towards NaNoWriMo before I lose this creativity.

I just feel really bad that other people are starting to get my problem. Even if it's only for short times, I kinda hoped this was just a problem on my end. Maybe there's a deeper root to this problem than we know as of yet :/...

My second set, I love it!



The dark blue and white look so very pretty in the Forest, and the mask is so beautifully ornate!



Only thing is I can't pick up flowers but once in a while that's all right. My head feels so much lighter, too! ^^



Thank you, Taint, for the combination idea. I think it fits me!

(side note: it's my 14th b-day in 2 days omg 8D )

k im taking requests again, this time done with mouse and on paint. If you want me to draw your deer, just show me a picture with the set he/she is wearing

Im only leaving Witcher as my deer, and adding Raep, so I end up having two deer.

Say goodbye to Fureur, Shunba, King, Forest Spirit, and Meideer


You can adopt one of the deer im removing, if you want to

I wanna' be a drummer. c:
But seriously, all my life my dad has been drumming on things. At home, the counters. In the car, on the steering wheel. He used to be in a band where he played the drums. But, that's been over for a long time. Now, I've been having a great interest in the drums. I want to play them, being in a band would be the greatest thing ever it seems.
But...I'm a girl. Women seem to be laughed at when they play the drums because it is seen to many people as a 'man thing' I find that very upsetting. What do I do? ;c I might not even be a drummer, I'm just finding some interest in it as something I would like to do.

We are two, but one, entwined in a careful pattern of gold and brown, bound to twirl in unison as that of two butterflies near a patch of purple poppies. Do you watch and listen to our song and dance? Stop near and take a seat, watch our dance we've practiced for you. Bow in unison to our audience, rear towards the gods if audience is absent. Left and right we'll twirl, will you watch our practice? Hours perhaps, days maybe. Left and right a careful dance of presicion. We appreciate your presense, indeed.

Twins of dance, worshipping the twin gods, we dance and they will watch. Music for the occasion, we make ourselves. Bellow out to the forest, notice the reactions we create.

Twins of dance....

Twins of dance!




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These are two new deer I've created, they're both twin does. They enjoy dancing...and long walks on the beach? XD Lol. Hopefully they will meet everyone in the forest soon!

<sub>Yeah, random. About a month old I lost it some time ago.
It's Leika, and her cheshire smile, and Clementine with her over exagerated
doe eyes. I love Leika's face in this, I colored in the eyes to show not much light
comes in, and gave her a very charming apperance. However this is old, so everything
may look like crap to you? ...and some of it looks like crap to me...

Random dog snout in corner.</sub>

Ask whichever deer you want, whatever you want XD

Apparently the site flagged me a spammer
which i'm not cause i had to restart my profile
so many times because of being bugged by hateful people on there
that the site ( flagged my email as spam)

they reinstated my profile


but i have to promise not to restart with a new profile if i get harassed or bugged
that i have to report it

This is a (random) blog for the thoughts and conversations of the poppies and the violets, concerning events circling my two deer, Plumeria and Olive. Ignore or read; up to you. But I must admit, it is very interesting to write from the flowers' point of view.

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[center]This morning the eight violets were quiet in their chatterings.

"If only..." said Indigo.
"If only she would trust us," sighed Cobalt.
"But that is Taint. She is not one to trust easily." said Azure quietly.
"She might never," muttered Slate gloomily.
"I could feel her despise... She wished to eat us." said Navy.
And the violets looked at one another sadly.

But their heads flicked up when heard familiar hoofbeats, those of the Flower Fae. She pranced up and bowed to the violets, then lay down among them to speak. "Hullo, you all don't seem very happy today," she said, concerned.

"We crossed, Plumeria," said Magenta.
"We crossed to Taint's Forest." added Cobalt.
"It was so cold," muttered Slate.
"And we spoke with her," giggled Crocus.
"This is no time to be giggling," berated Indigo gently.
"She did not trust us at all!" cried Cobalt with anguish.

So Taint-like, thought Plume, and said, "Go on, what happened?" She was eager to hear any news of her love.
The violets told her all that had happened, and Plume sighed deeply, anguish in her heart. She asked hesitantly, "If you can cross... Can't I, somehow?"

The violets looked at each other, and thought for a moment before Azure spoke up.
"Not your whole self... We are too weak, to carry your body..."