[kittykore]

Username: Jack Name: Delilah Gender: Male
What Do They Love The Most:
Delilah loves cheesi puffs the most, though it stains her fur a bright neon-ish orange color. The taste and the little noises they make when she pops a bunch in her mouth. She could actually give you an essay about why she loves them, it's rather sad.

[Silver Pandorica]

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[MrBoodle]

Username: MrBoodle
Name: Inesa
Gender: Femle





What I love most is the memories I create and share.

To add a seed to my garden of life that holds the treasured moments with friends past and present.

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With each decision, I make another seed is planted in the garden that embodies my life.
Another story that will grow, another relationship to nurture and care for.
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A garden that’ll only be seen upon my departure, yet I still nurture and care for it.Only when a relationship ends will the flowers bloom no more but instead be added to a bouquet of heart filled memories. That I’ll dry out above my kitchen sink in order to preserve that beautiful story each flower holds onto. Once dried and wrapped in paper and lace It gets added to my library of life events. While every book holds the narration of every tale the flowers hold the memories and the sweet beauty that comes with loving another.



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I remember the day I first met the one who planted the first seed in my heart,
the oldest of bouquets in my library of life.
He was a boy my age with a smile so sweet and a laugh so addictive.
That summer I learned of friendship and how to love another beyond family, it was beautiful.
We played in a field of daisies where we dreamed of our future, promised to one another,
to be friends till the very end of days.

He was...My dear daisy boy.

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Though we’ve grown apart as people I still love you, my friend. I hope you never forget that. I love you as I love each and every other person I’ve met.
Every person I meet I give a piece of myself too, they hold a piece of my heart and I treasure even moment I share with them. There’s nothing more beautiful than befriending another and knowing that you just added...another seed to that ever-growing garden. Even when they leave, will they remain with you, in the preserved beauty of a bouquet in my library of life.




This does not mean I do not fight for the relationships I treasure so, I simply know when some have come to an end and let them gracefully become another memory. There are those that I nurture and hold dear, those I water and tend to each day.

If you take enough care of those you wish to spend more time with, then when and if they return do you see the most beautiful thing...The rebirth of a dying plant, whose petals and sent are stronger and more beautiful than ever.

That’s the beautiful thing about loving people, about loving the interaction and smiles you have and share. To see how you’ve touched their lives and watched as they’ve grown to become a flower so beautiful that it makes your garden the envy of others.

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My dear daisy boy, your promise I have kept.
To love others as much as I love myself,
and spread forth the kindness you first shared with me.

I will love every person I meet and treasure most the memories we make.
To add their story to my library, to add their memories to my garden.


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[lemm]

Username:

carousel.

Name:

Serena

Gender:

female

What Do They Love The Most:

buzz. buzz. The monotone ringtone turned on as her mother's name flashed on the phone screen. "Hi mom. What's up?"She spoke into the microphone, responded to with her mother's calming voice. "Honey, I don't think i can make it to the campus for your birthday this year. I'm getting older, and the drive is just too much-" Serena let out a sigh, telling her mom that it would be alright. She could come her next birthday, or maybe she'd fly down to visit her parents over summer break. But then, an idea sprang into her mind. If her mom didn't want to drive, she could fly. Eureka! And so with that, she booked her a plane ticket for the day before her birthday and picked out her mother's number on her recents. "Hello? Why are you calling again so soon?" Serena took a breath and exclaimed, "I booked you plane tickets to come here! The day before my birthday you'll get here, and i can pick you up from the airport right then and there!" She giggled as her mother let out a gasp, and then happily said "Oh, you shouldn't have! I love you, my little Serena." And with that, She let out a huge grin and proudly said, "I love you too, mom."

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it was always so ironic- the girl with two extra legs made completely immobile. before the accident, it was her freedom that she loved most, her ability to go anywhere and do anything. now, though, she's paralyzed from the waist down. stuck. helpless. the subject of pity and sympathy that she doesn't want.

and yet, auvrie found freedom. she found a way of escape, found something new to love. she found the art of lucid dreaming.

with so much time on her hands after her recovery, auvrie spent a lot of time talking with the elders of her city. they weren't the usual company of a young woman, but she found them to be wise and intriguing, with years of knowledge nearly radiating from their eyes. that was where she first learned about lucid dreaming.

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"if one can realize they're dreaming, they're given the ability to control that dream," the old woman stated, smiling gently. auvrie felt her eyes widen slightly, folding her upper two paws- the only ones that still worked.

"you mean... if I learned..." she trailed off, unsure of how to pose her question. the knowledgeable old kalon, who seemed to know exactly what she was asking, appeared to be looking at her despite the milkiness of her eyes- an indication of blindness.

"you can do and be whatever or whoever you please in your dream life, auvrie. would you like to learn?"

auvrie felt her heart thudding in her chest and she looked down at her useless legs. it wouldn't be the same. it would never be the same. but- she longed for it, for some reminder of what she had been.

"I would."

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that was the start of it all. from there, she learned techniques and ways to put one in a state of lucidity whilst dreaming. it was hard at first; after all, the first few times, the sleeper tends to wake up immediately due to excitement. but slowly, she got the hang of it. the beautiful thing about lucid dreaming was that they were so much more vivid and beautiful than any normal dream she'd ever experienced. she learned she could call anything in her imagination into existence in her little dream world, from fluffy clouds and soft grass to a full on cast of characters. but, most importantly, she could walk in her dreams. she had achieved what she had wanted.

like nearly everything, though, there were a few problems that came with her discovery. she developed a longing to be in her dreams, beginning to prefer it over reality. she spent all day in a state of wistful agitation, waiting for night to fall so she could pull her sheets over herself and slip off to a world where everything was made right.

as a general rule, friends were not much of a thing- she had begun to shut out everyone who showed too much pity. she didn't want that, but it came with a side effect- loneliness. but she didn't feel that when she was dreaming. she just felt at peace. she could walk. she could fly. she could relax in the sand of a beach or on the rings of an unknown planet. if she could think it, she could do it. she was entirely at peace.

and so, this became her life. the thing she loved most. an obsession, almost, but as far as she can see, it doesn't hurt her or anyone else. there's nothing for her in the real world. maybe one day there will be, and she awaits it, but for now, she's content to float through space or stare at a gleaming sky.

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beep :>

[f1owercrown]

mark, some sort of girl who's been trying to contact the spiritual world to reach out to a deceased loved one (??)

[~Levi~]

Username: ~Levi~
Name: Valeria
Gender: Female

What Do They Love The Most: Her sister, and her stories and eventually her world

Valeria had grown up in a poor family, living with only her sister and mother in the outskirts of a large city. The area was dirty and grey, with the lack of any colour, the clothes people wore washed out and bland, the houses were stained with smoke beyond any recognition, even the people themselves seemed to be grey and grim. But her sister, her sister brought colour into her world. She painted with vivid colours a place with no houses or sludge, filled instead to violet flowers, ruby berries and blue skies. It was unlike anything that Valeria had ever heard of or even dreamed of and she loved it.

Her sister would spin tales out of the grey smothering air into crystal lakes that acted like mirrors – not the smudged cracked ones in her house, but complete ones that reflected wholly - where rainbow fish swam. There would be emerald frogs that leaped from lily pad to lily pad and ever watchful silver herons that silently watched them. The air would be filled with the scent of flowers and fresh rain and it would be so vibrant free and ALIVE. These stories filled Valeria with something that she could not explain, a feeling so strong that she felt as if she could be one of the hawks from the stories and with a simple flick of its – her wings she could soar above and away from the grey world she lived in.

Valeria loved her sister stories, but that was not all, her sister would sometimes bring back trinkets from her dream like tales, taking them from dream like fantasies into actual fact. And oh how she marvelled over each piece. A tuft of fur from a rabbit that was so soft it had to be softer than the most expensive of silks and cottons, a red mulberry that was so vibrant in colour, it rivalled the crimson blood that flowed through her and possible even overcame it; or even a hawk feather, with patterns so intricate that they could not have been painted with the finest artistry and brush. Valeria treasured each and every one of these precious gifts that were given to her from her sister, and it felt as though her sister were giver a small part of the world that only she knew to her. And that was immeasurable. But her favourite gift from her sister was the crown. A crown that put the royal crowns – from the small tatty newspaper clippings – to shame, it was woven with silver branches and decorated with their leaves. Then braided in as embroidery were fresh flowers whose colours and smells were something that Valeria had never before experienced. She kept the crown in a crown of her section of the shared room, where it lay and eventually started to dry. But even when it was dry and almost faded that crown had more life then her previous years spent in the slums had put all together.

And so Valeria loved her sister for her stories and trinkets and the life she brought. But she also envied her; with her courage she had braved the world outside of the barbed wire wall that surrounded the city and its slums, to keep out the wild beasts of the unknown with slashing claws and biting jaws. And for her bravery she had found her new world and escaped from this dull and dreary confinement. And so one evening she pretended to sleep and when her sister started to sneak out once more to visit her world. And when her sister let herself out, she lay still to muster her courage before quietly standing up and pulled on her over-clothes over her nightclothes. She tiptoed out the door, which her sister had slipped out off, and crept along the streets towards the edge of the slums. She watched her sister continue ahead of her, leaving behind the outskirts of the ruined slums and slip gracefully between a tear in the wire wall before disappearing into the looming woods.

Valeria stood there frozen, fearing these looming towers that seemed more like nightmarish shadows than the vibrant pillars of her sister’s stories. But Valeria would not turn back now; she had to see for herself this world, even if it meant being terrified while doing it. And so Valeria continued towards the fence. And then she slipped through the tear in the wire wall. She struggled upright and towards the forest she moved. She stumbled over roots and tripped through briars whose thorns hooked and tore into her clothing. But onwards she went. Valeria saw the fading shadow of her sister, and now uncaring for her discovery raced after her in fear of being left behind. Valeria caught up to her sister just as she entered the clearing, and immediately she recognised this clearing from the many tales of her sister, it was where her sister first fell in love with this world. And so clutching her sister’s clothes she peered around.

The clearing was fringed with soft, drooping ferns and the silver trees that were blanketed with vibrant green moss. There were closed up blue flowers that pocked their bell shaped heads out of the dew-speckled grass that shone with the stars’ reflected light. The branches of the trees no longer seemed like clawing hands but rather like the prongs of crowns, and the briars no longer seemed so viscous with there plump berries and small leaves that softened them. Then sudden movement in the trees and she startled as the owl hooted and ruffled its feathers, as liquid-gold eyes stared, unblinking, down at her before taking off with only the softest ruffling of feathers and whisper of wind. And Valeria could not help but smile, and distantly she recognised her sister calling to her, trying to catch her attention. But Valeria’s senses were trapped in the throes of first love, for she too had fallen victim to this worlds bewitching vitality.

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[Lady Tuesday]

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