#deersprouts

[draconic-alchemy]

frolicking kittens~ 🐈🖤 midi skirt with pockets sizes xxs-6xl design by deersprouts

[braizcn]

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@TheWolvesNyla: tfw when you're trying to write a song and it ends up being about your love for cereal 👏🏼👌🏼

@TheWolvesNyla: still catchy tho 👀

[inintervalsarchive-blog]

♪ deersprouts ♫

IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME. he doesn’t know exactly how long, & even if he did, he probably wouldn’t want to think about it. he is, after all, a slave to his passions -- a slave to the wanderlust that courses through his veins, permeating his body more thoroughly than his own blood manages to often times. the notion that said wanderlust has actual repercussions isn’t something that he dares to consider under most circumstances, & under these ones least of all. 

she’s probably forgotten about him by now. he probably deserves it. 

he’s waiting for nightfall before he finds her. before he leaves the safety of the trees, at the very least, where he perches on a branch with his meager belongings all stuffed into the rucksack on his back. there’s bandanna around his neck, & the clothes he wears are durable ; dark browns & greens to blend better with his surroundings. the most striking thing about him is perhaps the red of his hair, or maybe the pale, almost silvery blue of his eyes. they are the only things that don’t blend. his only definition against his chosen backdrop. 

a piece of said hair escapes the confines of the sunglasses he’s currently got holding it back atop his head, & he pitches forward at the sound of somebody’s footfalls just below him, alarm mixing with curiosity. whoever it is, they certainly haven’t noticed him yet, & if he has any ability at all, he knows for sure that it isn’t precognition. if it were, he might’ve seen her coming. 

as it stands, he’s on his knees when he does see her, crouched low against the branch & peering down through the canopy. sunlight filters with him, a boon to represent his presence, & he feels his heart stutter in the hollow of his chest. feels it press against its cage, the one that he put it in. when he calls to her, the swell that he experiences inside of him can literally be heard through his voice. it’s a palpable electricity in the air.  “ fancy seeing you here. d’ya want an apple? i’ve got two. ”

[braizcn]

The Wolves’ Parker Thomas and University Student Aoife Odair: Just Friends or Secretly Dating?

[braizcn]

deersprouts mentioned you in a post:braizcn ccompletion yo your mason & mack threads...

braizcn ccompletion yo your mason…

hi :) you’ve reached braizen’s blog :) she’s currently unavailable as her casket’s being lowered to the ground as we speak :) would you want to leave a message :) there’s no wifi in hell but we can try :)

[braizcn]

deersprouts and animalites will be the death of me. Bye, everyone. There’s no wifi in hell.

[rpgmuses]

hi cutie!! could I please ask for a character aesthetic for a jokester/prankster? and a misfit/rascal/rebel type one? I love your aesthetic posts I can't believe I just found them now!! thank youu x

sure thing, sweets! I’ll work on both in just a little bit. and wow, thank you! I’m glad you like them.

[braizcn]

animalites mentioned you in a post: deersprouts i’m taking custody over braizcn you...

i’m taking custody over braizcn you are a shitty

my moms are always doing this then y’all are gonna be all lovey dovey five minutes later