[recklessgod]

username; recklessgod
name; Stellan, means "peace," "calm," or "at rest"
gender; trans guy
prompt;
"Stella, I don't understand why you're so upset. You're beautiful, you've got plenty of suitors. Why are you so worried?" Stellan's unsupportive mother was standing in the for of his room, starting at him with slitted eyes. He looked away from her, running his fingers through his recently cut hair. That's what has started the fight. He'd cut it short, very short, because he'd seen the long line of suitors waiting to meet who he wasn't. They'd been standing in line to meet who his mother made him out to be. A polite, caring, submissive princess.
He was a prince. His mother and father were unsupportive. "Don't call me that!" He turned to his mother as her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger. She marched right up to him, her face inches from his. " You're not a bot. None of those suitors out there will want anything to do with you."
He stood up. "I don't want them or anything to do with them." He pushed past his mother, grabbing clothes left and right and shoving then into a bag he'd picked up from under his desk. "If you want a queen, have another kid." He hissed, throwing his door open and disappearing down the hall and out the castle.

Two weeks had passed since he'd left. He was staying with a pleasant, happy family who didn't own much but still took him in and cared for him. He did his part. They didn't ask questions. He wanted so badly for the family to be his own, but they weren't, and he was alone.
"Stellan?" The eldest son of the family, Ben, had found him curled up under an apple tree on the edge of their farm. "Why'd you lie?" He held up a missing poster, showing Stellan's old picture. "This is you, isn't it?"
Stellan looked at the picture for a long moment. "That's The princess, couldn't be me."
"No," Ben smiled. "That's the prince. It's you."
Stellan looked at the boy, his facade slipping, his eyes welling with tears. "Please don't tell. Don't give me back to her. You don't have everything you'd ever want here but you have a supportive family. I'd give anything to have such a supportive family."
Ben sat down beside Stellan. "Stell, we knew all along. We'd never give you up. And you do have a family. You have us. You have me."

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[rain,]

username; rain,
name; Dahlia
gender; Female

other:
prompt; res with her being a bully primarily because of her jealousy to a kalon.
extra; [ optional, one art piece or 500 words ]

[womp womp]

gorgeous ,, babe
marking :>

[bluewingz]

username; bluewingz
name;
gender; Female + She/Her
prompt; [ max 800 words ]


extra; [ optional, one art piece or 500 words ]

Res <3

[idyll]

screaming flaming res

[paper planets]

username;
name;
gender;
prompt; [ max 800 words ]
extra; [ optional, one art piece or 500 words ]

simple kals are my favourite ;-;

[Marsh]

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username; Marsh
name; Laurie
gender; Male
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Laurie swung himself onto the bus, briefly showing the driver his bus pass, before choosing a seat towards the back on the left-hand side of the vehicle. Once the bus started moving again, he found himself watching all the people outside. They all seemed to be buzzing around their lives as the sun started to set. Soon, the last-minute-shoppers crowd would blend into the night-life partiers going out to get drunk in the middle of the week. Laurie never did that.

As a student, most of his time was spent getting stressed over an essay due in three months - an unhealthy habit he was indeed aware of - and working in the university library. As a more senior student, he often got to handle some of the older books considered to be relics of a sort. The majority of his job was archiving, though, which he didn't mind at all. Laurie loved his job.

At the next stop, a bunch of female twenty-somethings ran onto the bus waving a group day saver at the driver who simply grunted at them. They were dressed in clothes the skimpier end of decent and had painted several layers of makeup onto their young faces. Following them were one or two men who had tagged along and were, he supposed, the boyfriends of a few members of the group. Once the bus started moving, a few of them let out a cry of surprise which led to the females in the group dissolving into giggles and the males providing a baritone rumble underneath.

Feeling a slight stirring of annoyance at the nose level they were creating, he observed as one of the boys took his girlfriend's face and mashed his against hers. They stayed like this for a few seconds before he pulled away and threw an arm around her shoulders while one of hers snakes around his waist. He could tell from the genuine smiles on their faces that they looked happy in their own little, possibly alcohol aided, bubble. Beyond happy.

Following that moment, Laurie came to the conclusion that he was jealous of them; they seemed to have it all figured out. While their grades might suffer marginally from their big night out, he couldn’t help but feel they were a lot happier than him. Who wouldn’t be? Laurie didn’t have much time for going out to nightclubs or parties and those of his fellow peers who did seem a lot more fulfilled by life and relaxed. There were some days he wished he could let himself loosen up without feeling the guilt of not having studied into the early hours of the morning, but at the same time, he found that he did indeed enjoy his own, quieter company.

It wasn't as if Laurie was unhappy. He had plenty of things to be happy about: he got good grades at uni, he was almost at the point where he could be entirely self-sufficient in the real world and he had a handful of close friends sharing a similar intellect and interests to keep him company. But Laurie, ever the hopeless romantic, found himself unsatisfied at there being no one to share his deeper hopes and dreams with. Most of his attempts at a romance usually faded out sooner than they began because of the unfortunate way he entered them thinking way too idealistically. This tended to lead to high expectations of his partner. After a couple of failed romances, he retreated into his studies once more to remove the distraction these provided and to focus on finishing his degree.

A conversation started up between two of the girls which intrigued him. The one with the dyed red hair and tight white dress initiated the conversation as she lazily threaded her arm through her taller friend's.

"You know, my daddy upped my allowance today so that I could afford that pair of Gucci heels I've had my eye on this week!" she squealed emphatically as she waved her other hand around to paint a canvas of the aforementioned shoes for the brunette next to her.

"OMG yes!" returned her friend as she stepped away slightly only to pull her into a massive, over-exaggerated hug. Everything about this group seemed exaggerated and larger than life and from what he had heard, not only were they emotionally well-off but they could spend their money on luxuries and going out at night. Laurie chuckled to himself and turned away to look out the window as the light faded in the reflections off the glass buildings. What he wouldn't give to be able to enjoy life as much as they seemed to.

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[Zuu]

username; Egg.
name; Marina
gender; Female
prompt; [ max 800 words ]
extra; [ optional, one art piece or 500 words ]

[theexileofkiem]

username; theexileofkiem
name; Lorelei
gender; Female
prompt; [808/800]

-----𝔏 𝔬 𝔯 𝔢 𝔩 𝔢 𝔦-----

On the Rhine River, on the eastern shore, atop a steep rock, there once lived a nymph named Lorelei. She dressed in white and wore a wreath of stars in her hair. She was exquisite, but more than her physical beauty was the song she sang -- a song so alluring, no one could resist its pull. People said that anyone sailing close to that rock would lose his life for her song was irresistible, and no sailors who tried to reach Lorelei ever returned.

The stars still twinkled in the ebbing darkness of the sky. A pink and purple sunrise was on the horizon and it made the clouds glow as if they had been set on fire. Lorelei sighed. One thought and one thought alone had been occupying her mind for a while now. "I just want someone to hold, someone to call my own, someone to love..." she said quietly from atop her rocky perch. "Being a beautiful siren is a curse! No one ever actually feels love for you, it's merely infatuation. Not to mention almost everyone who looks at me or hears me sing tends to die..." Out of anger, she launched a small rock into the large, roaring river down below.

Just then, an idea popped into her head. "I shall transform myself and become less beautiful! And go to town. Then, I might find someone to love me."

Lorelei metamorphosized and became a slightly less exquisite version of herself. Still beautiful, just not as deadly as before. She no longer glowed like a fallen star. Even her clothes had changed and become more... common. Perhaps like this, someone could see past her beauty and see her for what's inside?

The forest was dark and quiet but soon it opened up to a small town. How lovely! Split timber houses and paved cobblestone roads were bustling with people. Everyone went about their daily business and not too many people noticed her. A group of girls roughly her age approached Lorelei. "Hello! Are you new here?" One of them asked, the others anticipated an answer with discreet smiles on their faces. "I am as a matter of fact." Lorelei replied. "Would you mind showing me around?" The girls seemed excited "Not at all!" They exclaimed in near unison. Then the one who had spoken first said "Town life gets a bit boring for us you see, so meeting new people is always a joy."

They began showing the new girl around. The group had been to a few places and then, Lorelei noticed a beautiful kalon in the middle of the street, surrounded by suitors. Each were presenting her, the kalon, with some gift or a promise of love. The kalon smiled happily and giggled with joy at all her suitors silly acts.

Lorelei was immediately jealous. She was always "the most beautiful" kalon around and she couldn't stand to be anything less. She immediately reverted back to her beauteous form, a warm glow surrounded her and everyone's jaw dropped. The herd of suitors immediately dropped their gifts for the other kal and the suitors nearly trampled each other just to reach Lorelei. She panicked, the suitors went from being refined gentleman, genuinely looking for the affections of a beautiful kalon, to wild beasts. Lorelei ran. Her jealousy had cost her a potential relationship. She may have been close to finding herself her soul mate, but now she will never know. She weaved feverishly between the trees of the forest surrounding the town in order to loose her pursuers. Eventually, she made her way back to her rocky outcrop. She gathered her breath and scanned the area for any of the suitors. It seemed to be safe.

Then, she heard a rustle of leaves coming from the forest. Lorelei ducked down, attempting to hide behind part of the rock. But alas, her ears still stuck out. The beautiful kalon that had been initially swarmed by the suitors, emerged from the forest. She didn't notice Lorelei's ears and called softly, looking for the siren. "Hello? Is anyone, here? I just wanted to say, you are the most beautiful kalon I have ever seen. And I feel like, if you want, maybe we could go on a date or just hang out sometime? No one else I have met knows what it's like to be...swarmed, with suitors. It's incredibly annoying! But I figured since we have that in common we could at least be friends?" Lorelei emerged from behind the rock, in tears. She smiled and said "I'd like that. To be friends that is, or even something more, if that eventually happens." The kal walked towards Lorelei, they exchanged names, and talked. Simply talked and watched the sunset fade into night. This may be the end of our story, but it is the beginning of theirs.



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[black crow]

( ✶ ) - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
username / intimacy
name / barley
gender / female
prompt / barley walked up to the door of the shed and knocked twice before entering. it was dusty inside. she stared at her best friend. "hey, joseph. what's up?" she asked, sitting down in a spot of sunlight coming through a stained brown window. "not much. that crackpot mom of mine is at it again," joseph replied, sighing. "she really thinks that being a "fortune teller" is a good job. tch! she feeds people the same bogus over and over. it's disgusting. I hate her, she's nuts." he said without a hint of regret. something inside barley sparked. she could feel it, the fuse leading to her powder keg heart. "hate is a strong word," barley said. "yeah? we've done this before, barley. you know how I feel about her. I'd give anything to be old enough to move out!" joseph was nearly shouting now. barley stared. "you would miss her if you lost her," she whispered.
"no, I wouldnt. and neither would anyone else."
the fuse grew shorter.
barley was jealous of joseph.
her yelling now, "you need to learn some respect, you don't know what its like to lose your mother!"
him, quietly grunting, "I wish I did."
barely's voice rose to a fever pitch. "oh, stop it. if I could've had the chance to say goodbye I would have. do you know how it feels to wake up each morning crying because all you dreamt about last night was that tragic moment, witnessing your own mother's death? no, you don't, joseph. you have a mom. and you don't even want her. you'll never understand the pain of crying yourself to sleep each night, thinking it was your fault. that she was in a car accident. that you were talking and distracting her. that you survived the crash instead of her. I would give my life for hers without a second thought about it, you know? no, you don't. I miss my mother. I miss her a thousand times over and it still isn't enough. joseph, you're absolutely atrocious. you're insensitive and have no heed for the pain of others. I will never, ever feel the touch of my mother's fur or the smell of her scent again. why? fate is a cruel thing. maybe you should think about what you say, joseph."
the powder keg exploded in a rush of words. nothing left behind now but a black scorch mark.
"barley, I..."
"no, I don't want to hear it. this has gone on long enough. I'm jealous of you, you have a mom. I live alone. in a tent, in the woods. I'm nobody. goodbye, joseph. come find me when you learn to learn from your mistakes."
"barley--"
and with that, she was gone. back to her life of scrounging for food and constantly moving her camp so she wouldn't get caught. no more joseph, no more bad influence. it's just me now.
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this is joseph. the story takes place when they're both kits.