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@ThisWayIsNotSafe [indent]there are butterflies resting on venus flytraps, catching cattails and minnows in their beaks. there’s something foggy rolling in this evening: the sky looks purple against the harsh yellow headlights of strangers going back to low-end apartments at mid- night, where flashing fangs will sink into bloodstreams that trickle down from the peaks of mountain ranges. it’s always been about how you frame things, alignment and unalignment, abrupt change in pace, it’s always been about flies sit- ting on roses and bees eat- ing bears and boa feathers on boa constrictors. breath less. something foggy has rolled in, I think.[/indent] [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/37263db579b435adb142ce4a5e0bb898/tumblr_inline_o25fw8U3KF1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] this is exactly 100 words YEET (so ur total is [s]either 10,000T or 10g, whichever![/s] [b]heck i forgot u get a discount hold up one sec while i calculate that[/b] or u can mix payment at a 1:1000 ratio!) i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed playing w the words omg [i]updated price: 7,500T or 8g![/i]

@Vigil 1. [indent]it’s kind of like someone has emptied out your ribcage, spread out your intestines and silenced your nerve endings-- there’s a concavity of empty space where your heart used to be. sometimes you can still feel it lurching. it’s kind of like looking outside at unbroken snow, the quiet loneliness that comes from a lack of footprints. it’s kind of like looking at the moon and getting homesick from the stars. there’s some missing part, just past your fingertips, butterfly feathers of forgotten pieces. solvitur ambulando: it is solved by walking, but you’ve been wandering for so long that you don’t think you’ll ever actually find somewhere to call home.[/indent] ----- 2. [indent]the wind whispers intangible words of a forgotten language, butterfly kisses of missing pieces, knowing that there is more to life than just this. the sensation is something that settles in the pit of your stomach, pressing against your ribcage and fraying all your nerve endings. there’s something pressing in the back of your mind but it’s an unscratchable itch. it’s hard to find home when you’ve already wandered everywhere left for you to go. maybe it has never been wanderlust; maybe it has always just been homesickness for somewhere that you have never actually seen, for someone you have never act- ually met. keep walking.[/indent] [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/37263db579b435adb142ce4a5e0bb898/tumblr_inline_o25fw8U3KF1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] i wrote 2 versions because i just wasn't 100% happy with the first one? you can use either/both, they're both a little over 100 words so your total is [b]7,500T [i]or[/i] 8g[/b] (since you get the discount of being in my old thread!) i hope you like these :D

@Vigil huh, i thought i'd seen your UN before? weird! and once again, thank you so much. i really appreciate it

@/alienjack I'm back!! Lusting after your beautiful poetry again <3

Username: Fletcher
Dragon/Character: Locus
Word Count: However much seems to work best, I can pay in gems~
Aesthetics, associations, etc.: Could be a love poem, could not. Themes I associate with him are passion, darkness/mystery, and flowers/gardens, especially roses. Sometimes I call him Lord of Roses.
Here is a poem that reminds me of Locus and here is his aesthetic tag.

@chocoapple [indent]there’s a rhythm in the undercurrent, a pulsing of sunbeams at the speed of light. heartbeats keep time for sweet june days and glowing neon october evenings. violins always feel like january to me: the beginning of something both new and old, the potential song of a revolutionary. there’s a bird skull sitting near the door of your apothecary: she keeps time, counts souls, keeps watch the way you do for the royalty by glow of starlight. there’s a song in the way the stars flicker and a dance in the spring, smiling at the night- blooming things beneath. there’s a weight to your old throwing knives that feels familiar as the weight of your own feet. there’s something that feels inherently off about being lightning in a city of light, about being a glowing shadow at dawn, about being a rainshower from may in the august heat. the blood in your veins swells with the tide, tells you to dance while you work under the moonlight. there’s something about life that breathes music into your soul; there’s something about your soul that keeps you following the world’s every melody.[/indent] [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/37263db579b435adb142ce4a5e0bb898/tumblr_inline_o25fw8U3KF1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] aaa sorry this is so late!! college is kind of Wild rn bc of the end of the semester. hope you like this! i used a lot from his bio but also tried to incorporate some of the things you told me~ [b][i]190 words[/i] = 19kT/19g. [i]discount: 25%[/i] for coming from my free thread; [i]total:[/i] 14250T or 15g[/b]

@Fletcher adding you to my list :D

@alienjack
No worries! I've been in the same spot right now. @_@ Hope things get less hectic and good luck with homework! Sending payment now. ^^