[lilacpetals<3]

username: astrowolfii
name: rosa
prompt answer: (maximum 1 art OR 400 words)

res w/ laying in bed w/ tea and some kind of food

[chamomile.]

mark ,,

[necropoliis]

username: tuurpentine | name: isadora | prompt; having tea with tähti lapsi

[gossamer,]

username: gossamer,
name:
prompt answer: mark with
- fireflies or
- lantern festivals

[messenger]

username: messenger
name: Israh
prompt answer: Her tulip garden ♥️

[Blumoonwolf]

Watching <33

[Svetigris]

username: Mewwthesabertiger
name: Mia
prompt answer: (maximum 1 art OR 400 words) loading

[SilentMelody]

username: silentmelody
name:
prompt answer: (maximum 1 art OR 400 words)

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Mariam (Mari)

prompt answer: (maximum 1 art OR 400 words)

As the great Peppa Pig once said; I love jumping in muddy puddles.

Not just muddy puddles, either. Fresh puddles will do just fine, as will your standard mud pit. I'll do gardening without gloves. I'll put my hands in any kind of slime you make. I love finger painting. Face painting. I went to a wine factory once just to squish grapes with my feet.

In conclusion; I love getting dirty.

That's what happens sometimes when you have strict, annoyingly clean parents. I was never allowed to get any part of me dirty. No mud, no puddles, no paint. My hair must always be tidy, nails trimmed and void of any kind of imperfection, clothes clean and ironed smooth. In some cases, being raised in an environment like this, the child would grow up to mimic their parents behavior.

I wasn't that child.

I still remember my first time getting muddy. Nine years old (I was a late bloomer when it came to getting messy) and with a friend at their house. It had been a rainy few days, and they suggested we go puddle jumping outside. At home, I'd never be allowed to do such a thing. But I wasn't at home, and so I said yes.

Bare foot, pants rolled up, we jumped from puddle to puddle without a care in the world. I loved feeling the ground soft beneath my feet, the cold water splashing up my legs. The mud was squidgy between my toes, and sent tingles of delight down my spine. At some point they slipped and tried to grab me for support, but I went down with them. We shrieked with laughter, rolling around until we were coated. A part of me knew how horrified my parents would be if they could see me now. My friends parents just laughed, hosed us down before sending us inside for a bath, and made us a cup of hot chocolate each to fight away any post-mud-bath-chills.

Nowadays, I love the freedom being an adult gives me. I can feel the mud between my toes all I want. I can make a mess without being scolded. I can do the things I couldn't as a child. Perhaps it's an odd thing to love, being dirty, getting muddy, but it makes me happy, and I suppose that's the important thing.

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[lumilys]

teao. △ bleu verré △ demigirl

"bleu, come up her and solve this problem for me, will you?" the teacher sung out in her chirpy voice,
pointing the dry erase marker against the board while smiling.

i hopped out of my seat, grateful for the chance to write on the shiny whiteboard in the front of the
room. geometry is fun, and you can fight me if you think otherwise. my fencing classes will have finally
proven useful if you do. i grasp the marker and write out the answer under my work; my classmates
snort and giggle at my eagerness and high-five me on my way back to my seat. my math class is definitely
not an unpleasant place to be, unlike all the other classes of the day. math is my happy place, and i will
admit that i'm pretty good at it!

the bell rings right as i sit back in my seat, and i internally groan. history is next, and i am definitely not
enthusiastic about history but my grade is good in that class, and i cannot let my parents down by skipping
class like i used to do. i've already let them down enough, and i cannot return to how i used to be.

don't get me wrong, my relationship with my family is fine! but, i did some bad things in the
past that i would prefer not to think back on. i embraced my binders and books tighter, looking
around the halls of my night school.

"hey bleu, how's it going?" one of my friends walked up to me, grinning.

i hoisted all my stuff up a bit higher in my arms and beamed. we stopped in one of the corners of
the hallway to prevent the teachers from yelling at us. 'it had happened before, so it can happen
again,' is what i like to say.

"it's been going good until now, i'm heading up to the history room right now," i said in a plain voice.
my friend giggled, giving me a fist bump. i raised my brow, confused at the gesture.

"you sure love math, don't you bleu?" my face lifted up and i giggled with my friend.

"yeah; math is for sure the best." we both started to walk again, we knew what would happen if we
were late.

"i'm pretty sure you've got an unpopular opinion, bleu."

"i know!"

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