#pfc

[ringmaster-pixie]

OPEN RP STARTER!

The heavy January winds ram onto the walls of the circus tent, making the entrance dance. Through the opening, you see a figure moving back and forth; a blur of red flashes in and out of sight. With a step forward, you can see it’s the young ringmaster, Pixie. She’s pacing rapidly near the entrance, holding on tight to her bell necklace with one hand and swinging her arm around back and forth rapidly with the other. She hasn’t noticed you yet. A quiet “thh thhhhhh th thhhhh thhh” sound with whistles is heard as she quietly mutters to herself and her lisp and gap tooth gets in the way. Pixie seemed focused on something, but you couldn’t tell what. In a blink, she’s suddenly missing… until you see her looking up right in front of you, her eyes sparkling like a cartoon character.

All are welcome to join and participate! :D sorry this was a little lazy and uninspired lol

[ravnfang-moved]

Look at her wouldn’t you want to let her watch your children. Im sure they would be safe

Time taken: 3 hours and 25 minutes

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This is a wallpaper for Pixie!!!!!

[raphoupix]

Kevin Trapp - Paris FC

[viejospellejos]

[ravnravnfang]

larping vs locked in

[circusfreakster]

THE ORDER OF ODD POSTERS!!

Some insp from Scientology and gravity falls

(IF YOU WANNA MAKE POSTERS, PRINT THESE, ETC, JUST LMK PLS! Orrrrrr if you want me to make posters for you hehe)

[l0ck-4nd-k3yy]

hey hey hey…. friend.. you should make an elizabeth fan blinky thing i dont know what they are called

addict , addict i say .

@circusfreakster

[chrysanthimum]

Chrysanthemum woke up to silence. The nights were quiet here, so unlike her home. She sat up, glancing at the clock.

1:00 AM.

So, not much sleep, like usual. It was hard to sleep in a place like this. Maybe a walk would help. Santhi turned out of her bed and walked down the stairs, which creaked softly each step.

She opened her door and stepped out, not bothering to lock it back. The locks didn’t even work anyway. Her nightdress didn’t help much with the midnight chill. Santhi had been sewing her own clothes for the past two months, thankfully she didn’t need much.

The island was so small. You could look one direction and see water. You could look the other direction and see water. Sure, her home was an island too, but much larger than this. It was more real.. everything in the garden looked so artificial.

Santhi began to walk down towards the beach. The beach filled her with hope, knowing that there are other real islands and continents out there. Islands with people who could help her, someday.

@its-weird-el