Thanks @kurotori for the original DTA! I really liked the designs, and I had to enter for blueberry, it’s so cute :0 This is the first DTA entry out of three I didn’t share yet for some reason but I finished! (jk I know why I didn’t share them yet, it’s because I didn’t finish the bios and I was lazy for a while) So that’s great TwT - ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bio: Blueberry Name: Paige Gender: Female Species: Cat Birthday: July 16th Current Age: 13 Sexuality: Straight “If we were kids, I’d wanna give you everything that you would want” Personality~ Protective, shy, insecure n awkward, anxiety,, quiet at first but talks a lot around close friends, gets scared easily, dependent, mature, honest, daydreams, has trouble explaining things, always chooses the more logical or safe option, really good memory, dwells on things from a long time ago, sad :( , feels guilty about everything, always insists it's her fault (even if it's not), empathetic, efficient, clingy, and listens to music to feel better :) Likes~ Friends, daydreaming, animals n nature, stories, writing, riddles, puzzles, art, music boxes, happy music, board games, snow globes, collecting things, memories, poems, history, pearls, word searches, cafes, tea, honey, lavender, plants, letters, berries, butterflies, looking at clouds, decorations, floral print, crafts, buttons, lace, fashion, meditating, and running. Dislikes~ Getting rejected, timers, video games, cooking, trash, frogs, snakes, stress, natural disasters, competitions, sports, spicy foods, dentists, skateboards, bad memories, bad reviews, hate comments, scary books and movies, Halloween, reality tv shows, kids cartoons, toys, bad jokes, speaking, and non-fiction books. Other facts: - Butterflies follow her - Her friends call her "PB" - Has a high-pitched voice - Has heterochromia - She has a snow globe collection Backstory~ The bright sun flooded her vision. How long had she been there, she didn’t know. Paige often went to the meadow to daydream or drift through her memories. They were often painful or embarrassing memories but she didn’t mind. ‘It’s all my fault anyways’ Paige thought as she laid her head on the grass. “Paige” she heard a voice calling her. She chose to ignore it. “Paige” she heard again, even clearer this time. Paige turned her head to gaze at the clouds, thinking she wouldn’t hear the voices anymore. But, to her surprise, she still heard the voice. Paige felt something fluttering near her ear. She saw a butterfly. ‘A... butterfly?’ Paige thought, shaking her head. ‘They can’t speak...’ but still she heard her name. Every time she came back to the meadow, Paige still heard the small voice from the butterfly. Paige followed it and talked to it as it was her only friend. The butterfly didn't judge her, it made her feel happy and less anxious. Paige didn't know that it was the spirit of her old best friend. Her old best friend she made when they were kids, who loved her no matter what. Her old friend who d ied due to a terrible sickness. Her friend who broke Paige's heart. Paige came to the meadow every day. Every day she stayed for hours talking to the butterfly as if the world didn't exist. Their troubles faded away. Paige has been suffering from terrible anxiety this whole time and she got teased a lot, and one day... Paige tried everything. Her happy music couldn't help her. Not even her butterfly friend. Not even the meadow. Not even tea. "PB... are you okay?" The butterfly whispered. Paige's shoulders were shaking, her lips trembling. Her tears blurred her vision, her throat closing up. She could hardly breathe. She looked at the butterfly, still heavily sobbing. "I'm sorry." Paige couldn't take it anymore. "I'm so sorry..." As if waking up from a nightmare, her vision was hazy, her mind foggy. She felt a pain in her chest, and her neck was sore, it stung as if she had been holding her breath for a long time. She took a deep breath. "Wh- where am I...?" Paige thought. Then, she remembered. Paige was suddenly aware of her surroundings. Out of the corner of her eye she saw... a wing? No way. “Am I... a butterfly? Is this my spirit? Is this how it feels to be...” Her thoughts were cut off. Her old best friend greeted her, and they were feeling bittersweet. Paige's spirit and her friends spirit were a butterfly, and she was much happier this way. Paige and her best friend lived in peace and followed each other everywhere, forever flittering in the fields together for fun. What the frick. I just typed this out twice and it deleted the desc bc it was too long. I'm DEFINITELY not mad. Just sarcastic. Sarcastically mad. Well, thanks for reading this far, I really appreciate it. I hope you liked the backstory, even if it's sad. But, sad can be happy, or bittersweet. Like quarantine, which I hope is treating you well! I was repeating my friend's texts, but backwards. eoJ amam eoJ
credits - ♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - all art by me design by @kurotori DTA hosted by @kuritori coding by me songs are kids by hikeii smile by ben beal headphones by britt nichole
