[veridian]

mark!!

[SilentMelody]

username; silentmelody || name; aurelia diangelo || gender; female

her favorite time of day would probably be the earlier hours of the day or the crack of dawn. aurelia has insomnia, and she
doesn't sleep until the sun rises. but around that time, she has to work anyways. so she usually stays up all night and waits
for the sun to rise, not only so she can fall asleep for a few short minutes or an hour, but to watch the sunrise. she lives in
the mountains, and her house is nearly at its peak, so she sees all of the surrounding area. the clouds sweep by like a river
flowing to its current, and birds swoop up above as if to look at the sky. it's at that time where you can still barely see the
stars, yet the sun comes out from behind the closest mound and splashes the darkened night with oranges and yellows. the
sky fades into a light purple, then slowly changes into a pink with tinges of orange and yellow as the sun rises to its full
height. it's very comforting, and the sight often just puts aurelia to sleep. although she dislikes her disorder, she always
looks forward to the lovely sunrise.

[Marsh]

Mark!!

[Morta]

username; + Dark Age +
name; Dimitri
gender; male
prompt;
- strictly against piercings
- Loves beanies
- Loves sweatshirts
- Loves toesocks
- Loves brightly colored sweatshirts or sweatshirts with words on them
- only wears sweatshirts with big pockets
- likes wearing grey joggers with a neon green stripe down each side
- He also has a Bindi (as he is Hindu) to respresent his religion and to ward off bad luck
(The dot worn on the forehead is a religious symbol. It represents divine sight and shows that one is a Hindu. For women, it is also a beauty mark.)
- is of Russian decent, but wears scarves that are so fluffy they cover his mouth to hide his accent a bit

I won't have time for art r i p All in all, he's a sweet cuddly Russian boyo who is probably a mess but loves everyone xD

[forgive!]

username;
name;
gender;
prompt;
mark mark mark !!!

[etheraus]

username;
name;
gender;
prompt;

res with golden hour yo

[rustyroxy]

RES

[mango marmalade,,]

username; mango marmalade,,
name; marque de meurtre
gender; male [m]
prompt; [some ideas ;0]
-dusk
-reminds him of his mother's eyes when she died
-watches dusk every night in honor of her
-wants to avenge her killer
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my head lolled as i tried to focus, nails digging into my palms. i clenched and unclenched my hands, breathing loudly.
focus. focus on what's around you.
i swallowed despite my dry throat, parched tongue running across my teeth. the cold, hard marble beneath my feet was unwelcoming to my cracked and bleeding heels. i reached out to steady myself on the counter, gripping the cracked surface tightly. my eyes fluttered as i tried to blink away the dark fuzzy spots that swam beneath my eyelids. clearing the thick haze from my mind, i looked up into the mirror.
those shifty eyes, the ones staring back at me. you don't know what's behind them.
i scowled at him, the man that always watched me through the silver window. although he looked exactly like me, i knew that he was an imposter. a stranger. i watched as he smiled at me, an eerie smile. he put his hand up to the mirror, matching where my palm touched the surface. i knew he wanted to come out.
i'm a part of you. but you know that already, don't you?
i let out a groan, my eyes following the hairline cracks that webbed around the center of the silver walled reflection. my head dropped to my chest as i narrowed my eyes. although they were still swimming with fuzzy dots, i could see that my palms were dry and bleeding. the sink was now stained pink, as if someone had taken food-dye and let drops fall onto the porcelain bowl. i stepped away from the sink, stumbling until i touched the wall. with careful steps, i stepped out of the bathroom. before starting my teetering journey down the hallway, i looked back at the large grandfather clock that hung above the window overlooking the lake.
tick-tock, tick-tock, your time is almost up.
it was almost time for the sun to set! i picked up the pace, now walking over the plush carpet that seemed to span down the hall forever. the snakes that bordered it hissed at me, their fabric bodies twitching with the anticipation of ripping off my toes. i only hurried faster, soon reaching the door.
oh, the entry way. it's alabaster arch teeming over the whole hall, threatening to collapse. the windows that reflected the man back at me, the man that mirrored my every move. i grabbed the metal handle that was bolted to the large, stained oak door, and pulled.
one day, you won't be able to go out. i won't let you.
my feet moved outside, pulling my torso with them. i plunked down on the first stone step, breathing heavily at this physical exertion. calming my breathing, i looked up at the sky.
it was a mixed pool of pale blue and pink, with orange flashing through it like a bonfire. and as the colors intertwined, danced, and swirled, i watched them fade. they faded like my mother's eyes as she bled out, watching the sun set. if only she could be here tosee it.
musingly, i wondered if her killer was watching the very same sunset. was he enjoying dusk? or did he feel remorse at what he did?
you know who killed her. deep down inside, i know that you know him. you see him every day. not in the square, not at the market. not on the country rode, not in a carriage. you see him
in.
the.
MIRROR.
i shuffled back inside, shutting the door firmly behind me. i would find the killer someday. i would find them, and avenge my mother.
[600/600]

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credits!
writing by me, gif from pinterest, art by saltyscone.[/size]

[trans]

write/draw their favorite time of the day and why
both have a word limit of 500 words and 2 art pieces!

username; trans
name; forrest c. marsh
gender; female
prompt; res

[fruitvale]

marking fr winner ❤️❤️