Wait, forgot this: 

Appearance: Average height, wispy hair the color of sand falling loose and wavy around their shoulders. Eyes a mottled blue green of varying shades depending on circumstance, but usually like a calm sea with sunlight shining through. Wears board shorts and short-sleeved shirts, usually in pale pastels, and always (always, even when sleeping) a few bracelets and a necklace. Usually goes barefoot.

Personality: Surprisingly calm and mature for a teenager. Quiet-ish, sad, serious and sweet. Speaks in a poetic, somewhat Victorian manner, and somehow manages to also be open, direct and blunt. Likes to help and mediate, yet can be strangely oblivious. Slow to anger, but will hold a grudge for years. Has reclusive 'blue' periods in which the niceness temporarily weakens or dissolves.

Strengths: Physical endurance, a good listener, incredibly nice, grounded, knows a lot about the beach and the sea

Weaknesses: Occasionally insensitive, not much of one for conversation, can be indecisive, sometimes too nice, may close off and drift away without social stimuli. Moody and sometimes selfish, reacts poorly when frustrated 

Interests: Reading, art, sitting/walking/anything by the sea, instrumental music

Other: Sometimes worries about being bland, boring, going nowhere. Not very interested in shipping, but won't deny a suitor if anyone develops a crush.

Mexi says ovta. Ovate?  

I keep trying to write a post, then accidentally going into the phone's incognito mode towards the end of the post and having to start again... so frustrating...

Levana 

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There's a ball. It starts soon, and both Dewy and Sage have found a guy to go with- Midnight is still searching. Caspian came in and swept Dewy off her feet, and Sage is going with Pzun as friends. I don't understand them. Love is a strange thing... I suppose I might understand it someday. 

Soren is in a frenzy; I suppose I should go get dressed before she explodes. I'll come back after the ball. 

Sage

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I'm apparently breaking tradition by not wearing a dress to the ball. Stupid, stupid rule. Soren wholeheartedly agrees, so she's letting my wear my ripped skirt instead.

I'm going with Pzun as friends. He seems pretty cool. His sister teased him, but I teased Dewy enough before I met him. It's hard to resist the chance of being totally obnoxious to your siblings. Speaking of which, Soren looks like she's gonna blow up... I definitely want to see her explode. I'll put off changing for another few minutes.

Midnight

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*Sage being purposefully annoying isn't helping any matters- I'm already dressed for the ball, and Lev and Dewy are right now, but Soren is probably going to bust a vain going in her neck pretty soon. I sigh and go out to the car and start it- I'm the only one old enough to drive. *

*I didn't find anyone to go with. Perhaps I'm the only guy who's gay. Plus, that wouldn't automatically make him perfect for me. Maybe next time...*

Dewy

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Caspian is amazing. Graceful and perfect, with an aura of sweetness, I was honored to be asked to go with him, dispite Sage's teasing. Speaking of Sage, she taking forever- I thought she would want to be there on time to meet Pzun! That thought must have occurred to Sage now, too, because she's coming out of her room in her outfit. She, Soren, Lev, and I all go out front to find Midnight waiting in the car for us. I'm so excited!!! I can't wait! Here we go... 

"Last week fidelity went to the uk. She got to be with her dad and mom and brother, and it was nice to see her family reunited again. 

I see now why fidelity loves the edinburgh area. It's absolutely gorgeous. During the day, the sky is clear, and there are sheep everywhere! The grass is so nice and green, and it smells like new life (if new life had a spell). 

The best part about the countryside is the nighttime. On the first night, I heard a dog barking. I followed her outside, until I was standing in the middle of the field. The dog layed down, and I layed down next to her. The grass was still slightly warm, though the air was cool. I looked up at the sky.

I understand why shakespeare, and the greeks, and ed sheeran found the stars so amazing. Who knew there were so many? It was like million loves and wishes and dreams were cast into the sky. It was completely dark. No light polution or clouds. You could even see the milky streak of the galaxy. It's amazing to think that those stars are thousands of lightyears away. That those stars might be dead, but for now, the light hasn't reached us yet. 

One day I'll fly to the edge of the universe. Maybe someone will fly with me."

<3 georgia 

Jewels were scattered on the bedspread. 

They weren't 'perfectly radiant and haloed in a circle of light from the overhead lamp's brilliance' as Thirty might have said (or something along those lines) if she were there. Each of the gems had at least one imperfection. They weren't even the treasures of some lost kingdom--she had ordered the reject gems from a Jeweler's.

But when properly attached to the mask, they would be stunning. Nobody would realize that the jewels had even a single imperfection. 

So I began. 

I started with small gold and amber colored gems, enlaid around the mask's eyes. Then there were magenta gems around its two pointed pieces (which of course were in an imitation of cat ears). It continued with pale blue and yellow gems around the mask's edges.

I forgot my crime as it worked. The mask transformed into just another project under my hands, just another craft. Just another colorful piece to add to the puzzle, the game.

Thirty appeared in the doorway after a while--not out of curiosity, but to tell me that Icy had left.

"Oh. I hope she has fun--say, Thirty, how do you think I'd look as a redhead?" I asked as I positioned a hot glue gun against the mask. "Why did the impudent AE ask?" Thirty replied as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Just wondering. Like the mask?" I held the mask up for her inspection. It was porcelain pale, its shape in the imitation of a cat's face. "Cats are quite popular, y'know. Everyone loves a cat." I informed her. 

"But nobody likes a copy cat." 

Max~~
Max stood in his bedroom, his eyes shone with a anticipation. He sighed dramatically, bending onto to one knee, holding out one hand, mocking holding a scull. “To be, or not to be” he sighed again, even more dramatically. “That is the question...” He stayed in that pose for a moment more for emphasis, then began to straighten.
“Bravo, Bravo!” A voice said from the doorway. Max whipped around to find Silvern, smiling, just slightly, from the doorframe. “I didn’t know you knew Shakespeare?” Silvern tilted their head slightly, watching Max.
“I don’t. But you pick up some stuff living with June.” Max said, the thin line that was his mouth tilted up slightly.
“I see,” Silvern let out a soft chuckle, then was silent for a moment. “What is bothering you, my good man?” Silvern watched Max, their intent eyes took in the fidgeting of his hands.
“Nothing.” Max answered, untruth written all over his face. “Nothing at all...”
“Alright then, I’ll just be off...” Silvern fixed Max with their knowing stare, before turning to exit the room.
“Wait!” Max called after them, his eyes had a pleading look in them.
“Hmm?”
“I need to talk to you, about. Ummm...something that nagging at me...”
“I thought nothing was bothering you.” Silvern said, a small smile creeping across their face.
“I-I’m...It’s Nymph...” Max said, his face flushing with embarrassment. Silvern made their way to Max’s bed and sat into the cushy mattress, then patted the spot next to them, indicating for Max to sit. He did so, slowly coming over. Then began to speak again. “I told her how I feel about her, and now, I think, maybe I shouldn’t have...” He looked to Silvern for help.
“Honesty is always the way to go, Max. Even if it’s hard.” Silvern said looking thoughtful. “I’m sure Nymph will appreciate you’re honesty.”
“But...” Max took a deep breath. “But, I don’t think she likes me. In that way, you know?”
“She doesn’t know you that well Marxin.”
“You’re right! Maybe we should get to know each other. What would she like to do? We could go to lunch...Oh! We could go hiking...I could bring a picnic lunch! Maybe she’d like that? Thank you Silv!” Max wrapped his arms around Silvern in a tight hug, before sprinting out of the room. He grabbed his Jacket and walked out the door. The cold wind bit into his face, though he didn’t care. His eyes sparkled with more light then they had in a while as he ran down the street, a paused for a moment before Nymphs house, then, with little more hesitation, he brought his fist down on the door, knocking.
His stomach felt tight with nervousness, and he hoped desperately he wouldn’t hurl all over the front porch.
((Sorry this is so short...I was a little bit rushed writing it. But look at my lil wittle Max, being brave <3 XD))

I haven’t posted for Bela ever, so here goes nothing. Sorry about the poor quality and shortness.
Bela~~
“Wann Kitty! III WANN!!” Bela howled, pounding her tiny fists against June’s chest. June scowled.
“Bela, that Kitten already HAS a family.” June said calmly, holding on tightly to the shrieking toddler.
“Buut I WANN BEEE KITTY FAMMY!!!” Bela shouted. Bela squirmed in June’s arms, Kicking and crying. June closed her eyes, then opened them, a disapproving look on her face.
“Bela...” June warned. “I am NOT going to put up with this for much longer. If you don’t settle down in the next five seconds we are going home.” As June began to count down from five, Bela gave one last futile flap of her bat wings, paired with a loud shriek, before becoming still and quiet. “Two...One...” June finished counting down and looked down at Bela. “Good job Bela.” June said, covering a sigh of relief.
The toddler stared up at June, her big eyes, which were now a purple to match her mood, looking into June’s brown ones. June smiled at Bela, returned to smile. “Pway?” Bela asked.
“Yes. Let’s play.” June grinned. The catastrophe was behind them. June placed Bela down onto the grass of the playground, then bent down in front of her. “What do you want to play, Bela?”
“Pwincess!” Bela shouted excitedly. June smiled to herself. There was no surprise there. Bela ALWAYS wanted to play princesses. Sometimes ninja princesses, sometimes pirate princesses, but always princesses.
“Ok, Bela. I’ll be the EVIL TICKLE MONSTER!!!” June grinned hugely, chasing a shrieking Bela around the park, shouting after her; “I’m gonna get you! I’m gonna get you! I’m gonna GET YOU!!!” Catching her and tickling her tummy while Bela giggled and shrieked.
Bela flapped her bat wings, clumsily leaping around as they propelled her up.
Soon the park was filled with Bela’s (and June’s) laughter. The joyful sounds traveling endlessly through the air.

Cap~

I float in a blank, white orb. Rogue's Mind Void. Her subconscious. I close my eyes, able to do nothing but listen to the various Undertale Original Soundtracks that float through my orb. Occasionally a twitching, incomplete thought convulses its way through my safe Void, startling the butterfly-like ideas. Suddenly, the Void trembles. I open my eyes again. Before my eyes, the wall of my orb rips open, the edges glittering with scintillating pixels of raw creativity. Through the rift I see a girl. Her eyes are closed, and she seems to be sleeping or in some mode of dormancy. Behind her, a veil of memories flows out. Pictures and feelings fade in and out of existence in this train of memory cloth. An oak tree, and the sound of laughing. Somebody calls 'Race you up, Ocean!'. Dealing cards. Acie Ducie. Three empty spaces. A little red wagon full of pillows and various snacks. I float forward, out of the Void. She passes into it, and the rift in the Void's wall closes up. I cannot see the Void anymore. My safe little orb is gone. I turn to survey my new surroundings. I'm still floating, so I don't actually turn I just... Spin? Oh well, it doesn't really matter. I am greeted by... Whiteness. Pure, unflawed whiteness. There is nothing in the Known, if this even is the Known. I stop floating. As my feet touch the ground there is the sound of a light splash and the faint, pleased hiss of sand. Then, the sound of water lapping at a shore. I look down. Under my feet and a little ways around me, there is a patch of color. Not only color, no, not color at all. Sand. Water laps in and out of the patch, as though it is a camera frame. Suddenly, I am aware of a new presence. I peek over my shoulder. A strange tree has sprung up out of the blankness. I turn and touch it's beautiful, smooth, grey-brown trunk. A soft creak fills the air. High, thick roots snake forward along the ground. Where they touch, more patches spring out of the white. The small patch of sand and water that appeared when I first touched the Known grows, and the lapping becomes more of a slap. I look up into the tree's thick branches. Teardrop seats hang from various branches, conveniently swinging beside hollowed-out little niches full of books. More frequently on the branches, are bursts of little crystals. A sunbeam catches a burst of yellow crystal, and yellow dots cover the tree momentarily. I smile and mentally cristen my tree 'Shining Hollow'. It's a good name for my tree. The sound of the water grows more intense. I glance past the tree.

"Oh, wow...!" I gasp. Behind the tree is a cave. The waves of saltwater assault the rocks of the cave, sending white sea foam arching onto glowing stones inside. I can't help but laugh. My merry outburst echos forever inside the crystal cave. I look upwards, past Shining Hollow and the cave. A dark grey cliff looms over. I giggle again. I whirl around to the shore. Far, far away, there's another island, completely composed of trees. I grin and snap my wings open.

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Counter~

Sea Glass holds up a pretty, light brown shell and an instinctive "What's that?" pops out of my mouth. It's obvious, you sound stupid. A jolt of anxiety shoots through me, but I don't want to think about it.

"A shell," xe explains, showing me.

"Cool." Which is also rather obvious. There will be no scintillating conversation from me today, apparently. Fortunately, Sea Glass doesn't seem to mind too much. I roll my shoulders, breathe in. Sea Glass doesn't care and you're ok. Breathe out.

"Perhaps we could build a sandcastle," xe suggests. Yes. Yes, something to do.

"Sure! Sounds great!" I nod quickly. Sea Glass flicks me an odd half-glance as we sit down on the sand. I feel scattered. The sun is probably burning my back right now, as I didn't think to put on sunblock. Sea Glass pushes sand into a pile, but I am not sure how to begin. I've never made a sand castle without a bucket before, and neither of us brought one. “Do you think we should move closer to the ocean? So we can use the water. And then the castle will have more structure, right?”

Sea Glass tilts xyr head with an, “I suppose.” And we move closer to the water.

The conversation is really falling flat and I should probably do something about that. At least try. “So… what do you like to do?” Sea Glass stiffens a tiny bit, letting xyr hair blow in front of xyr eyes.

“I- I enjoy… walking. And finding interesting items. As we did a few minutes previously.”

“Right. Like when you found that cool shell,” I really need to stop saying cool. “I think it’s amazing that you saw it; it’s the same color as the sand. You must be really observant.” I feel ice cold inside, like I’m not really here, but that’s worlds better than stuttering.

Xe ducks xyr head, letting more hair from a curtain, sheilding xyr face entirely. “I suppose so. If I do not look, how am I to find anything at all?”

“That makes sense. I think I’d like to be more observant with what’s around me. I’m better at reading people. I had to learn, cause if I can tell what they’re feeling I know how to react. I feel like there are all these rules everyone just knows instinctively and I don’t. So I had to learn them. Some days I’m better at it than others.” Why am I even telling Sea Glass all this?

But xe’s relaxing a little; I can see xyr shoulders starting to go down. “Yes. I understand what you mean.” Xe is scooping sand around aimlessly, making trails with xyr fingers. “I believe these rules do not come naturally to me, either.”

Devin

It’s finally cold. Just when I was starting to wonder if fall would ever come. I like it a lot better this way, without the heat. It makes me want to be outside.

I’m trying not to think about Nymph. I know it wouldn’t have worked out, we couldn’t have kept being what we were—whatever we were. But it still hurts. More than I thought it would.

I suppose we’re still friends and that’s something. We haven't talked in forever, though. I’m almost afraid to for some reason. And I think she has a new ship. It makes me feel weird thinking about it. Almost angry, but I don’t know why. 

I decided to go out today. Or, well, more like Leeli made me. She said I’ve been locked up in my room too much lately, I could use some fresh air. I would have rather stayed in my room and sulked, but I guess I can sulk out here just as well.

I cross my arms as a stiff breeze washes over me, sending chills down my spine. It’s cold, bone-cold, but I savor it. It’s refreshing.

I’m not really sure where I am. I hadn’t been paying attention, just wandering. It’s a field I don’t remember seeing before, with long brown grass and a few trees scattered near the edges. It’s big. And the sky is so huge blue. It makes me want to run. Fast and free, like a horse or a deer. I feel strange all of a sudden. Like...like I’m alert, or more focused than usual. I can see everything in perfect clarity, I’m aware of everything around me, all at once. And in my mind I see that perfectly vivid image of a deer loping through the grass.

It happens suddenly, before I realize I’m doing it. The transition is so natural, effortless, it feels so much more right than before. And then there I am, standing on four legs, glossy pelt rippling over a study body, shiny hooves almost lost in the grass. I look down at my shadow,  and realize it’s missing something, so I grow huge, magnificent antlers, that stretch up into the sky. There. A surge of satisfaction like I’ve never felt before courses through me. 

And I run. Like never before, feeling the power of my new form, the muscles in my legs carrying me far faster than human legs could. I’m so free, like the wind. I’m unstoppable. 

I don’t know how long I run. It’s a long time. I have so much more strength, it takes me a long time to get tired. But finally I do, and as smoothly as I shifted into a deer, I change back into my regular human form and collapse into the grass. I stare at the sky, and for the first time in awhile, I’m happy again. 

Fun fact: Nymph is fascinated by people who are asleep.

Aah, sorry for disappearing! I just read everything and it's so cool, I promise I'll post something proper after Halloween but here goes.

Sea Glass~

Nymph has been far more subdued of late. Viola? said she's "mellowed out a bit", before going on to mutter about homework and Halloween. All Hallow's Eve, the night when spirits walk the earth again... Viola? began to ramble about it when I asked her. I know she is embarrassed about rambling, but I enjoy both hearing what she thinks of and not having to speak. Evidently the tradition of going out in costume comes from the belief that one had to disguise the fact that they were human to avoid coming to harm. It makes the idea of dressing up as a pirate seem... strange. 

If I were to go door-to-door, I would dress as a nereid or a ghost. Perhaps something mute, or with a disfigured face. It would not be frivolous. 

~The mystery is revealed. 

I just realized--Nymph did end up helping Devin figure out his shapeshifting after all.