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atta good lil tresspasser plant ghost.

I want a plush Tarό. A really huge one. How much does faux fur cost?

Some days Tarό doesn't feel. Neither the tug of something unkown and familiar at the middle of his chest, neither the euphoric brightness of the forest moss. Some days he looks at the clear sky and the blue seems almost grey. The flowers keep growing and the trees keep whispering, the hidden paths in the woods softening under his feet, the grass seemingly bending to bow as he passes, but none of it reaches him. These days are hard, but forgetable. They come and drown him and the forest in a white, choking fog, the stillness of the air making everything seem dead. Inlcuding him. And when a morning comes and he snaps out of it, the mountains shining bright blue and inviting, that is when he usually leaves the woods behind, he leaves the sream behind, and walks, and walks, without clear purpose. But he's never lost. For there's always something that's there, always unreachable but ever present. And then he tires and misses the stream and he's back in a heartbeat, to make the moss grow, to watch the tiny flowers, to rub against trees and run with the breeze, to enjoy what little happiness he can find until grey clouds inevitably cast him in shadow again, catching him always by surprise because some days, like these, are easy to forget.

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For the drawing:

Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+5 AP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
Total AP : 25

Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+2 GP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
Total GP : 8

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For the silly writing thingy:

Base Score: 4 AP (Writing: 220 words)
Total AP : 4

Base Score: 2 GP (Writing: 220 words)
Total GP : 2

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Total:

AP: 29

GP: 10

Description

atta good lil tresspasser plant ghost.

I want a plush Tarό. A really huge one. How much does faux fur cost?

Some days Tarό doesn't feel. Neither the tug of something unkown and familiar at the middle of his chest, neither the euphoric brightness of the forest moss. Some days he looks at the clear sky and the blue seems almost grey. The flowers keep growing and the trees keep whispering, the hidden paths in the woods softening under his feet, the grass seemingly bending to bow as he passes, but none of it reaches him. These days are hard, but forgetable. They come and drown him and the forest in a white, choking fog, the stillness of the air making everything seem dead. Inlcuding him. And when a morning comes and he snaps out of it, the mountains shining bright blue and inviting, that is when he usually leaves the woods behind, he leaves the sream behind, and walks, and walks, without clear purpose. But he's never lost. For there's always something that's there, always unreachable but ever present. And then he tires and misses the stream and he's back in a heartbeat, to make the moss grow, to watch the tiny flowers, to rub against trees and run with the breeze, to enjoy what little happiness he can find until grey clouds inevitably cast him in shadow again, catching him always by surprise because some days, like these, are easy to forget.

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For the drawing:

Base Score: 10 AP (Shaded Illustration)
+5 AP (Full Body)
+5 AP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
+5 AP (Personal Work Bonus)
Total AP : 25

Base Score: 4 GP (Shaded Illustration)
+2 GP (Full Body)
+2 GP (Abstract/Minimal Background)
Total GP : 8

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For the silly writing thingy:

Base Score: 4 AP (Writing: 220 words)
Total AP : 4

Base Score: 2 GP (Writing: 220 words)
Total GP : 2

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Total:

AP: 29

GP: 10