#springandcreativity

[arrows-and-thieves]

"So Blondie, what'd I tell you, I'd take you to see the lanterns and here we are!" 

[mahiaemerga-archived]

springandcreativity started following!}

                   "What sort of place is this...? Is anyone there?"

[thiefofcorona]

((Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for my lack of replies to both threads and asks lately, my finals are next week and I just want to make sure I do studyguides and all that wonderfully boring stuff. But after next week you should see a spike in my activity because it's summerrr vacation! :D "Drafts will wane, I'll jump on the 'reply to things' train. Just imagine how often I'll be on innn Summerrrrrr~" I'll try to reply to at least two threads a day and maybe 3-5 asks? I dunno, I'mma do my best given the conditions... If I have a thread with you, I promise I'll reply--just please be patient. If we don't have a thread/haven't interacted yet: hiiiiiii! :D I don't bite and neither does Flynn, so don't be afraid to leave us an ask, prompt, etc. in our askbox! Also we accept anons--magical anons, rp anons, curious anons, the works! Lastly, if you have any favorite Flynn quotes pleaaase send them in...! On that note, I'm off to Dreamland. Sweet dreams and good night lovelies~))

[thiefofcorona]

((Alright lovelies it is super duper late and the bed is calling my name with it's comfy pillows and warm blankets. Good night, I'll get to replies and asks tomorrow! I owe: Jack, Lilo, and Rapunzel. If I owe you and you're not listed, please let me know! Sweet dreams dolls~))

[tornscales-archived-to-scrolls]

sunnypunzie

springandcreativity

"Such long hair. I was of the impression humans preffered to keep shorter hair, or was I wrong?"

[ofarendellex-blog]

{ + yggdrasil-pinecone, mistressofmanymuses, 3000yearsofshame, springandcreativity }

   [It seemed the council believe it best for the queen to meet with several visitors to the country. So, here she stood, offering greetings and a tentative smile to pair.] 

   ❝Hello.❞

[themoontxldmeso]

❅--- His shepherd's hook slung over the the straight of his frosty shoulders, Jack's footing was finite and precise as he traipsed his way along the sturdily built fence. There was a wintry chill in the air that foreboded the imminent gusts of snow that always followed at the spirit's heels. He tipped his frostbitten mop up to gaze at the clouds that had begun to curl and curdle gray beneath the weight of the oncoming storm.