#for sparrow

[asterlyrik]

Sparrow be writing @dreamsclock

[radiodreadzone]

[redwerecat]

A Dimath for Sparrow on utw. Because her brown is a sweetie

[showfallmediaarchivist]

M'jussst do trd

Gootta sttay. Forr Ccsss, Dggar, Sprrow, Roose, Mrri, Proonny, for..

[cometcalloway]

what color are you? [xxx]

black

tell me about isolation, beloved. tell me about loneliness in a crowd of thousands, about painting yourself deaf, about becoming something nobody can hold in their hands without it stinging. you are still breathing, out of spite or otherwise. sing with me.

[one-of-the-birds]

Jackson got me a pre anniversary gift! His name is Fred and he is a fluffy Alpaca! @weldman94 Thank you for Fred!!

[askluxthewandsmith]

//I'm working on this ok\\

Blanche wasn't always scarred. No, of course not. Blanche looked good on her good days. Blanche was cute. She was perfect. Except, she wasn't. Not entirely. She learned things, as she got older. She became Foxheart. White winter foxes were always gorgeous and beautiful. They were playful, and majestic, and Blanche - no, Foxheart - was all these things. She was also loyal and protective. These are the traits that made her scarred. She was dubbed White Winter Foxheart, at least in the family. And for a time, nobody was scared. It was a few years after she became Foxheart that she became... Other. Blanche doesn't remember much; there was something in the room, and it was dark, and her brother - oh god, her brother! - was in terrible, mortal danger. There was pain. And complete darkness. And Blanche, for the first time, was afraid. The worst part was waking up without knowing what happened. She was cold and alone, and now she carried a terrible secret. "It doesn't happen a lot, so don't worry!" She said to her family once, with a shaky smile. "I'm still White Winter Foxheart, remember?" But nobody remembered anymore. All they remember was white fur covered in red blood, and a winter fox howling. Blanche Heart wasn't the absolutely perfect Foxheart all the time. She was a monster. She had killed. And what was worse? There was no such thing as what she was. Because she was a Werefox. //on a totally unrelated note I'M SORRY IF I BUTCHERED IT BUT HERE'S MY OPINION ON BLANCHE @askseraphinaheart @sparrowatheart \\\