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"Nope!" She giggled softly, clasping hands before her waistline in a gentle, innocent fashion. "Not a singer!"

"So… So beautiful.” And thus she beaks singing to bring up fake tears once more. "You’re a singer, aren’t you?" One so young, from what Luka could grasp.

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Longer, more serious RPs are in drafts atm. I just wanna keep active while I work on something while having an RP going on, so enjoy the little silly singing thread.

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"All you ever did was... Wreck me~! Yea you, you wrecked me~...!"

"ALL I WANTED WAS TO BREAK YOUR WALLS!" Finally, someone gets it.

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"I never hit so haaard in looove~!"

"I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEEEECKING BALL."

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"Here!" Trina was talking much more often now, feeling safer being here instead of where her aunts could snag her. Daddy was wrong ---- it was nice, talking! You could meet people and not feel awkward!

Holding out a muffin to the girl before her, she smiled broadly, trying to make a friend with the small, licorice locked girl that she would be living with for a while.

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t HE NOISE I MADE WAS AN INHUMAN CHOKING NOISE MY BROTHER'S ASKING IF I'M OK I'M JUST LAUGHING AND CAN'T ANSWER OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD BEST MUN EVER THANK YOU FOR THAT REPLY THANK YOU OMFG

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Laughing as she was splashed, she giggled and moved her golden hair, which had promptly grabbed most of the water damage since she'd been bending down to pick up this shiny pebble. "I found something~!" Holding it in the palm of her hand, the small, smooth, shining stone turned out to be an opal. However, she was ill-knowledged in gemstones, so she had no idea what it was.

"Such a pretty pebble..." Looking down, she found yet another, pressing the first delicately into his palm, grinning. "Keep it!" Pocketing the second, she took his hand again, walking up-river through the gentle currents.

"I hope so too... Call me Trina, ok?" Smiling at him, she gave his fingers a gentle squeeze, delicate appendages intertwining with his innocently. "Daddy tells me I shouldn't speak. That my voice causes too much good. Though I thought doing good was a nice thing. Right?"

Wasn't that it?

Bleeding from a cheek, she stared at her aunt silently. She was forced not to speak around them.

"You useless, ungrateful child! How dare you call yourself my niece!"

Finally, she'd had enough. Despite her mother and father's simultaneous cries of 'Trina, no!', she parted lips and started to speak.

"I am not useless. Nor am I ungrateful. I am Trina Winters. And it's too bad you don't like mama. She's a wonderful mama and you two are evil! Wicked wicked wicked! I don't want to be your niece! I want to be with mama and daddy! And that's it!"

For such a small girl of nine, she was able to stand up for herself, at least.

Smiling delicately at him, the swan seemed to be able to fly away at any minute if she wished. Yet she was staying here, with him, in the warm afternoon sun and cool river currents.

His hands raised on instinct when water was flicked at him, milky white arms shielding his face poorly, as his arms and a bit of his face felt water collide with his skin.

His thin pink lips parted to release tiny, soft giggles. In Heaven, there weren’t many angels his age and most of them kept to being so… uptight. None of them seemed to understand what it was like to smile and laugh; a true pity. Those who did, however, were usually regarded as disappointments. It was weird. Why did no one see him that way, then? Had he been a destined disappointment so no one cared?

Aaa, that no longer mattered. What did was this event playing out right now. He enjoyed it - everything from the scenery to the person with him. She was indeed a nice girl.

The angel lowered his hands and looked at her, listening to the blonde speak and, upon her finishing, spoke his response, “I can agree. The only person I can consider a friend is much older than me and always busy. I haven’t had this much fun in forever.”

"I’m honoured to be your first friend, miss. I hope we’re friends for a long time!"

He then laughed when he was splashed, this time unable to block it. He rushed after her and then lowered his hands to scoop up some of the cool water in his hands before promptly tossing it her way.

He wished he could stay like this forever.

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why am i working on a snow-based wonderland oc again? oh yes. because jack frost is a hot and i want him as an fc for something.

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"Rawr!" The teenager was playing with a stray puppy... Who simply bapped her nose with a paw playfully.

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

Questions about your character:

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A-Arigatou! If you ever want tips on how I color and stuff, then just don't feel like you're being a bother by asking, ok?

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Whatno. But thank you! I wish I was the one who drew the lineart tho alsdjalsdks such talent.

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People? Here? Childishly, Trina flew underneath her blanket and covered her head with it, peering out with large, warm cornflower tints. Giggling softly behind hands covered in the blanket, the golden haired teenager waved, sitting up fully.

After having dove beneath the bed, it was semiobvious she'd been hiding something... Her notebook! The pink book was placed underneath her pillow, before she sat on it like a child protecting their art or something similar.

"...!" Waving, it was her way of saying hello.

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So now the pink around it is just a my notations of who's who. Pow meaning Power, Ser meaning Serious, and Swe meaning Sweet. I think I'll keep Power Rin's coloring as is. So I have one arm done, skin done, hair and eyes and mouth and makeup done, and headset and bow done. ... This is a lot harder than it looks.

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OBVIOUSLY I didn't draw this. I'm mainly proud of the headphones and bow. Might recolor Rin's makeup though. I labeled them all on my SAI project so I know who's who and who I'm coloring. Bottom left is Warm, bottom right is Cold, top left is Sweet, top right is Serious, and the center is Power (both).