[zakuro.]

Username: zakuro.
Name: iris silver
Gender: female
Story:
did iris silver know she was a witch? no she did not. it just happened one day. she woke up one bright morning and found a large bug sitting there, idle on her chest. sitting bolt upright she instantly screamed and flung the bug at the wall. there was a tiny, high-pitched squeaking sound that came from the bug as it flew across the room and into the wall that almost sounded like a tiny shriek. once the bug was off of her iris panted, wide eyed, and stared at the insect. she studied it's back. there were small, sparkling blue circles covering it that looked almost like sapphires. over it's large body hung a baby blue halo, that glowed softly and had a star in the center. iris jumped in surprise as the bug's translucent wings flapped quickly and lifted it into the air. the insect was larger than iris had first seen, about the size of a cupcake. the bug flew around shakily for a moment, swerving in the air. then as it straightened itself out, she saw one of it's arms rubbing it's head. "wow," it said. "way to give me a headache." iris screamed again. "woah, woah. chill !!" the bug held up it's two front hands defensively. "y-y-you can talk. is this a dream???" iris looked down at the bed and thought aloud. "no," the bug landed at the end of the bed. "it's not. i was sent here because i have some very important news for you." the bug's two black eyes looked right into iris'. "am i going insane? am i actually talking to a BUG?!" she thought. "but you're just a big fly." she said. the bug looked disgusted. "flies. putrid creatures. beetles are far cleaner and less annoying than flies. i, am anything BUT a fly. my name is celeste, and i am an oracle beetle, meaning i can predict the future and stuff like that." it said. "but-but, why are you here? why me?" iris asked, confused. "because, iris." celeste said. "because you, are my witch."
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[endless shelter;;]

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[Grian]

Username:
.ss.
Name:
Mayada
Gender:
female
Story:
a ladybug. although it wasn't normal. It could talk, despite it being very cliche, and size of Maya's palm.
Art: (1 piece limit)

[kirkwood gaps]

username kirkwood gaps
name polikwaptiwa
gender female

[insert story here] (700 word limit)
[insert art here]

res with female emerald damselfly

[redhorizon]

Username: Bailey-Boo
Name: Brendon
Gender: Male
Story: (700 word limit)
Art: (1 piece limit)

Res with a bumblebee <3

[Yawning Pup]

Mark to watch

[tyrannical]

Res with a cute lil albino moth <3

[friday]

yes

[Goddess Sword]

Username: Bill Ciforce
Name: Rosalia
Gender: Female

[584 words]

Working in a garden center, you see a lot of bugs. Good bugs, bad bugs, bugs that just sort of show up and don't do much. Ladybugs and dragonflies and caterpillars and ticks and flies and bees and wasps and mosquitoes and worms and spiders and snails and slugs, though I'm pretty sure those last three aren't technically bugs. But my favorite had to be this little pink and yellow moth with big, bushy antennae I found on one of the trees in the park as I was walking home one evening.
It's interesting what I found when I looked it up. It's called a rosy maple moth. Males have bigger antennae and shorter wings than the females. They feed on maple trees, like the name implies, but the adults don't eat. On average they actually live longer out in the wild than they do in captivity - They can live up to nine months in the wild, but they rarely make it past five in captivity.
I kind of identified with that whole 'this is me, this is my life, I am a free, wild being and you can't change who I am' thing.
And every night, for a few months, I saw this moth just sort of hanging out around the park when I was walking home. And I guess I sort of projected myself onto it. I gave her a name, Lillian - And yeah, it was a male, and I knew it was a male, but like I said, I was kind of projecting... And I guess I was also trying to figure myself out. And hey, I can't talk to bugs. Maybe Lillian liked being Lillian. She could be a Lillian if she wanted to be.
Anyway, for probably four months I would see this moth after work, and on nice days I would hang out in the park a while, listening to music, laying in the grass... Sometimes I'd take photos of it in my phone, one time I drew a picture of it and posted it online, things like that.
And then one day I had a day off and I went out to the park to just sort of chill for the day. Brought along some bird seed in a bag and fed the ducks, doodled a flower in one of the gardens, listened to music on my phone for a while... And I guess at some point I fell asleep, because the next thing I knew it was evening, and Lillian had landed on my sketchbook next to the rose I'd drawn earlier and just sort of settled down next to me.
When I walked home the next day, she wasn't there. And I guess I figured she flew off or maybe she'd gotten old and died, like bugs do after a few months. It was sad, I guess. I missed her.
Anyway, that evening, I picked out my new name. I'd named her after my favorite flower, so I named myself after her - The 'rosy' in rosy maple moth and the picture I drew that she liked so much.
I'll be honest. I do still miss Lillian. It's sad to think she's gone now. But she helped me learn about myself and she changed me. So it's sort of like she's a part of me now.
And let's be honest, I'll be the first to admit I'm kind of a mess. But I'd like to think it's not so bad for her, being here with me.

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

Username:
Drasheep

Name:
Onanlie

Gender:
Male

Story:

The young kit whimpered, burrowing his small head into his scrawny tail. He... he had just been in his home, where a warm,
welcoming bed would gently embrace him. Here though, thorns scrape his scruffy pelt, and the dark trees loom around him, quietly clawing away the sun's comforting glow.
Suddenly, he heard a nearby thorn-bush rustling. Trembling, he began to puff himself up, becoming an attempt at a threatening figure. With shaking breaths, he watched, terrified, as a dark figure stepped through the undergrowth. He did not know what this beast was, but it was pitch black, with a slinky figure, and long whiskers.
"Hello... young kalon," The beast slyly grinned. "I'm the king of this forest, Mungojerrie, the puma. May I ask just who said you could waltz in here?"
The kit was terrified and shaking. One second, the mountain lion was standing across the clearing from him, the next, he was flying at him. The kit, almost scared to death, took off, no longer caring of the thorns piercing his fur.
Mungojerrie casually seated himself, watching in amusement as the kit scrambled away.
As the kit slowed, his breath lurching out in uneven bursts, he began to realize that he was even more lost than when he was first dumped into the wilderness.
The area he had just stumbled in was even darker than the previous place, and the brush was so thick it was astounding he even managed to find himself there. The ground was covered in a thin layer of leaves, and with the night growing near, he curled himself up and let sleep embrace him.
He awoke in the early morning, but instead of a yellow light, a warm, calming blue greeted him. A large, blue butterfly was before him, flickering like a burning hot candle. Some feeling rose up in him, and he knew that he must follow it.
It led him through the many tangles in the thorns to a large bush... The bush... The bush was covered in berries! He gobbled them up, one after one, until his previously vacant stomach had its fill. The butterfly, having landed while he ate, suddenly fluttered to life again. This time, it led him to a small freshwater spring, where he drank until it felt as though he would never need to again. The butterfly, seeing that the kit was hydrated, once again took to the air. Fluttering gently, it brought him to a small clearing. In the center lay a large cave. The kit curiously padded inside, only to be met with a soft, moss floor. He nestled into a corner, and decided to have a nap. When he awoke, the first thing he saw was a toothy grin, belonging to Mungojerrie.
"Well well well, if it isn't the little trespasser again. Just what do you think you're doing in my HOUSE?!"
The kit, speechless, took a break for it. He ran and ran and ran, deeper into a little tunnel that only he could fit into. Suddenly, he burst into a cavern.. And a large one at that! In the center stood a staff, with a mask laying beside it. The mask slipped easily onto his face, and the staff fit perfectly into his paws. The butterfly, who had been perched on his shoulder, fluttered on top of the staff. As before, he knew what he must do.
The black panther sneered, examining the kit's new attire. "This isn't a dress-up contest little rat. And when you lose, I'm afraid you won't be able to run crying back to your momma. Not that there will be much of any you left at all."
This statement caused the little kit's grip to tighten on the staff. He raised it into the air, and slammed it onto the ground with a loud thunk. The butterfly shot up from it, and flew straight at Mungojerrie. The panther stood perfectly still, and after a long pause, bowed his head. "I'm sorry, King. I'll leave this forest. For good." The puma then turned tail and padded out of the cave. The kit smiled for the first time, and curled up for a good rest. He was finally warm.

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