kalon readopts // new rule

[Cutieduckpie]

username; Cutieduckpie
link to kalon; Here!
link to form; Here!

[Gladis]

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[nome senpai]

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username; thor. | link to kalon; satou | name; yamadori ichiro | gender; female

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[gravestones]

username; pastel veins
link to kalon; here
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[Lucifer_Rising]

username; Lucifer_Rising
link to kalon; her
name; Silas
gender; Female
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3 art pieces max
not sure what this is

[Chiikapuu]

username; Chiikapuu
link to kalon; https://sta.sh/021yuipk7x9r
name; Crys
gender; female

• Her nationality is Greek •
• Some people call her falling angel •
• Her favourite berry is blueberry •
• Her favourite season is winter •
• She has a dark past •

[Tart]

User: Tart
Link: This Child
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[Lumi_Turtle]

Mark.
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username; fluffydawg6051
link to kalon;
name; Victor
gender; Male
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I'm confused

[WiltedLovers]

username; Blue Exorcist
link to kalon;Silas
name; Silas
gender; Female

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I will be adding art instead or writing thanks

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username: Quartz. | link to kalon: ❁ | name: Zale - greek; "strong sea" or "power of the sea" | gender: male

- Medieval AU - extra one:
ENGLAND, 1645
Sunday. It is June the 7th.
Today I am finding that slowly, I am going mad.
Johanis is telling me that it'll only be a little longer, that patience is key and I should be satisfied with even thinking one day I will travel with him.
But I am contemplating the possibility that he has an exceptional lying ability.
He hasn't even let me read the play, you know. The one that I am starring in.
I have been promised stardom by this poet. He is writing a play that will make the people tremble in his awe. And I will be his star, his centerpiece.
I don't know anything about it, except it is about the ocean.
I have always dreamed of the ocean.
I pray he finishes soon.

Monday. It is June the 8th.
I tell Johanis of my concerns and he sympathizes with me, but tells me to have more faith.
This is such a small, weary town. I am unsure of the faith inside of it.
However, he says he is close to finishing. I cannot wait.
A girl has come. She is my age, 15. She has skin like a ripe peach and hair like its dark core seed. I find her entrancing, as do many others, but my fame comes first.
Her name is Elionora.
I do wish to speak to her. A girl as fair as her, so unheard of to travel to this town! She is shrouded in mystery.
I am not a writer. I am not as talented in writing sonnets as Johanis.
But I do think she would make great material.
Her eyes remind me of the crystal ocean waters.
I will try not to write of her again. I must distract myself from these things.

Tuesday. It is June the 9th.
I have defied my fate and fallen in love.
Elionora dreams, like me, of stardom. She tells me stories, and I could listen all day.
I tell her that I dream of the ocean and it's waters. I tell her about my mother's sailing sea story, and she listens, twisting her toes.
I caught her in the Theatre while I was trying to practice. She was painting the backdrop, a thrashing ocean.
I questioned her. She said Johanis requested the scene.
Her hands were magic, leaving soft strokes on the canvas.
She has asked me to help her with something tomorrow. I am very excited for it.
Wednesday. It is June the 10th.
I am tired and foolish to dream of her. I miss my mother.
Thursday. It is June the 11th.
Johanis says his play is finished.
He still won't let me read it, but he speaks of it highly.
He let Elionora read it. He says it needed a woman's touch.
I wish she wouldn't have read it. Her eyes do not deserve to look at something so beautiful.
That play was made for me. I shall never let her see it again.
I am the star. She will be banned from the play.
Elionora sings songs of the ocean. She is a siren sent straight from the sea to kill me, by God, I believe it.
She is vile.
I cannot help my eyes from watching her.
Friday. It is June the 12th.
The play is stellar!
I cannot believe I did not believe in Johanis.
He is beautifully elegant!
I play a sailor entranced with the ocean.
The ocean! The soft blue foam, the chilling waters,
the ocean! I will always be thankful for Johanis.
This play is my debut! It will outsell, everywhere!
Me and Johanis will travel worlds, performing his masterpiece!
I shall memorize my lines.
By day will I know them by heart.
Oh, my dear mother would be so proud!
Elionora is smiling at me. I cannot help but feel exceptional.
She has hurt me on Wednesday. I shant speak of what she did.
But I am excited. She is excited.
She kissed my cheek and hugged me when she heard I liked the play. The reaction was extreme, but welcomed, no less.
I believe I am over what she did to me.
I see truth in Johanis's logic.
Everyone truly does need a woman's touch.
Saturday. It is June the 13th.
I am shocked.
Johanis has given unto me a revelation.
He has been nervous.
He says there was no play to begin with.
He was lying to me, he was a fiend! A trick!
But where did the play come from, if not him?
A close friend. A betrayal of the mind.
Elionora has written it. She cried into her hands.
She apologized. She said she was inspired by the stories I told her.
She wrote it in one night.
I am realizing, slowly, I am amazed.
I do not know what to feel.
Elionora is magical, beautiful. She is a mystery.
Sunday. It is June the 14th.
Elionora is the answer.
I am in love with her, deeply. And I shall travel.
I shall ride the waves of the ocean with my love on a ship. We will sing and she will write poems.
We will feast on the tide and bath in the waters.
She is my burning sun. She is the crashing ocean.
She is my ocean.
She has ensnared me.
For always.

[900 words]

A poem about love - second extra

His hands were glowing on his skin,
his eyes alit with fire,
and every move he made for her
was one of love and desire.

For her hair was the crashing waves,
her eyes were the singing song,
and though he knew what could come of tempt,
he found himself singing along.

If ever there was a character based on love,
then the one right here
mention the name of his one true partner
and he'll surely appear.

Some say not to waste precious time
on what is not yet true,
but defying all of his own laws
with her towards heaven he flew.

Through passion, time, and many tears
he has finally come to accede to
knowing his future will always lie
in her eyes, the waves of a deep sea blue.

by Endoza