[hoshi!]

username & user number: zarki
name: galassia (italian word for galaxy, nicknamed lassi)
gender: female, bisexual
prompt:
The usually fluffy, pearly-white clouds angrily changed their form to a worrisome, thick gray essence of what was left of a bright and sunny day. Before long, a heavy downpour was making its way into view, with even the droplets seemingly carrying some weight.
Lassi sighed from within the beaten-up, tiny wooden cottage she had lived in. She needed not to look out the equally beaten-up window for her to hear the now rumbling of thunder overhead.
Her home was in, obviously, pretty poor quality; from the irregularly-shaped, hastily stacked wooden planks, to the several cracks of ranging sizes on the window pane.
At this point, she was very much wishing she had been like her brother; a handy little kalon who could fix anything that needed it, or her crush, whom she had observed to be very patient and mature when placed in uncomfortable situations. But she was neither, in fact, closer to the polar opposite of the two of them than ever.
Stop it! she mentally snapped at herself. If she was watching, you’d be pretty embarrassed right about now. It was quite a bad idea to even be thinking about her crush in the first place.
Finally, she squeezed her pillow. It was all she had, and she could somehow feel the aura of subtle memories almost physically refreshing her brain. She remembered how her parents had given her this pillow for her birthday, and how she had carried it around for almost a whole year. She remembered the countless nights sleeping on it, whether it be an innocent, clear night, or storm-filled ones such as this.
extra: (Since I went a little over the word limit on my prompt, consider that small extension, my extra.)

[SilhouetteStation]

mark

[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

username & user number: Jolly rabbit⁷ // 954866
name: Gulio
gender: Male
prompt: (218 words)

As I wake up from my sleep I see an envelope wrapped up in a beautiful flower-like bow it looks so nicely intact with the envelope. I open it to only to find out that my mum wrote it, my eyes start to dizzle as I start to read the letter my face fulls up with tears that seem like a never-ending waterfall, my own mother wrote to me that she didn’t survive her surgery.

She wrote so nicely Dear Gulio, “I’m sorry that my illness has caught me please don’t be sad I’ll always be by your side even if you can’t me just know I’ll always be in your heart. Cherise the good moments and keep being a sweet happy boy like you are. In my closest, there is a photograph camera I wanted to gift to you before I passed but didn’t get to I hope this can make you feel like I’m still with you. Love mum”

2 years later

Ever since that day, my most cherished item would be the photograph camera she gifted me as whenever I have it beside me I feel like she’s watching over me saying “that’s my boy”. I will always love and Cherise my camera even if it stops working because it gives me comfort.

The end.

[loveanchor]

username & user number: Safe_Haven (520125)
name: Roelian Florencia
gender: Pangender he/she/they
prompt: wip
extra: wip!

[lumilys]

username & user number: blqmns + 857031
name: valentine
gender: male
prompt: w.i.p.
extra: (optional)

[f1owercrown]

Mark!
Perhaps some sort of.... preserved flower? A mountain spirit sent to guide said flower from greedy travellers, waiting for the legend’s hero

[nyabeille]

mark ♥

[Tea...]

username & user number:
name:
gender:
prompt:
extra: (optional)
Wip+

[Neah]

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Username & Number: Neah // #285001 || Name: Amity || Gender: Female

Amity's most cherished item is a small aloe plant that was given to her by a friend years ago. She was in a rough period of her life, and the friend had given it to her in an attempt to cheer her up, not knowing how much the little plant would come to mean to her. While it was difficult to look after her own wellbeing some days, it was easier to get up knowing she had something else to look out for. In time, with patience and care, she overcame her rough spell and was delighted and a little bit choked up to find the little aloe plant that had helped her all those years had matured enough to bloom alongside her. She's proud of it, even now, and the little plant serves as a constant reminder that anything can thrive through adversity if you give it enough love.
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[AngelsRuin]

username & number ; ; angelsruin 598179 // name ; ; lysander // gender ; ; male

Lysander has never been the type to care about materialistic things, however, there is one item in his possession that he holds close to his heart. A tarot deck, handmade and imbued with magic. The same tarot deck that Lysander had practiced with for years at the request of his mentor, asking questions and searching for the meaning behind what the archetype spirits had to say. The cards have always provided Lysander with genuine answers to any of the questions he may have had, and the spirits spoke to him on a level that quickly surpassed even his mentor's own ability. Although the deck held it's own significance to the boy, there was a larger reason behind why the tarot deck means so much to Lysander.
A treasure from a wandering soul, one who took him in and gave him shelter, one who taught Lysander the ways of a proper magician. Lysander's first memory was of his mentor, a kind soul who was able to see potential behind the dirty face and wary eyes of just another village orphan. It was with his mentor that Lysander finally felt security and safety, it was with his mentor that Lysander had first experienced someone caring for him. The tarot deck was a gift. The last gift Lysander would ever receive from the person who had once saved his life. The only object that Lysander has to remember them by.
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