[fuyunofabuki]

username + number: Fuyunofabuki 948125
kalon name: drake
prompt: an underwater home
extra: (optional) Drake lives underwater near a volcano so his home is always the perfect temperature he dives down to a hatch to enter the first part. Once sealed in he can drain the water so he can enter his house. Inside his house, the theming is an old rustic style.

[BaachenBits]

username + number: BaachenBits 1064075
kalon name: Ethos
prompt: During the Age of the Ancient Chinese Dynasty. Perhaps in a Jungle Setting.
extra: Or equivalent, if we are talking about a fantasy setting here. Ethos is regal, and composed, and I could see him easily holding his own against other nobles, and always talking with a calm but commanding air about him.

[Ringo.]

-delete-

[wishbone!]

username + number: wishbone! #428547
kalon name: Davaa
prompt: On an old, beautiful mountain who still nurses the warm earth of a dormant volcano. Vibrant swaths of green wrap it in a living blanket, climbing up to the sparse edge of its yawning peak.

teehee I'm gonna have fun with this. ready for a journey? // reserve

[Atomic Samurai]

username + number:
kalon name:
prompt:
extra: (optional)
mark!

[Lex.]

username + number: Lex. 959439
kalon name: Fenrir
prompt:
"Where do I live ... ? Well, I don't. I'm actually a zombie.
...
Oh. You meant like, a house or a shed or something.
...
Uh, I live in a nice little bunker by the sea. You should uh, visit sometime. It's nice."
extra:
he drew a picture to show you.
will you look at it?
yes // no

[Ucanthandleme]

username + number: Ucanthandleme + 809102
kalon name: Koa
prompt: (981/1000)
The iron mens tomb
☆--------------------------------------☆
I longed for the sky
But loved the earth's warmth
I longed for the freedom
But couldn't leave home
I longed for another
But all I had was my swords
I longed for the world
But all I had was a tomb
I longed for
I longed for
I longed for
At least I have my home
☆--------------------------------------☆
There they were, the iron men of old, iron men of new, this was their burial place, the last home they would have. It was my home too. There were the broken iron men, their bodies married with scars, some had lost limbs, others on the verge of breaking to pieces. Their bodies were weak, not like the bodies of their prime, they mourned the loss of their abilities, longed for the times before. There were old iron men, they told stories of war and battle with great pride, you could see them shining with vigor at the thought of their youth, their peak battle state. But they, now old, had been forgotten by time and left to collect dust, their stories and fighting prowess now obsolete in front of the young and bold. There were the iron men who were crazy, the war had torn their minds, so thirsted for blood, others believed they were still in battle. Reality and the truth made life hard to accept, no one would take a crazy mind into battle. There were iron men abandoned, whether they were a second hand product, a background character to the play, never picked first hence were always forgotten or maybe someone new had been chosen and they were no longer needed, there was always someone better after all. They wished to be remembered in the battles of history, but instead they were forgotten to rust and die. Then there were the iron men that were empty, merely a shell with no soul, no purpose or place. Perhaps when they found a goal they would be taken back from this tomb of old. There were many iron men, he was one too. An iron man who fixed the other iron men.

Koa looked up, the night sky shined down, the shimmering stars lit him aglow. But the sky was so far, so far from his home, the hole in the ground, a dumping ground of sorts for the iron men, a hole so deep and walls so jagged no one would be able to climb up. You could only fall down. He gave a sign before trenching forward, going through a dirt doorway into a room of titanium glow. He perked up at the sight of the shining walls, grabbing a pair of worn goggles and thick gloves as he began to work. But first he had to choose. What iron man would be fixed today? He trudged out to the trench, a hole within a hole, quite the laughable matter indeed. He squinted his eyes among the sea of iron men. Swords. Hills and hills of swords lay boundless like an ocean before his eyes. This was after all, the tomb of iron men, iron swords who had done their dues. Grasping a hilt of a broken sword tightly he left back to his room, pulling a large metal hammer from a groove. Smashing down he dislodged the hilt from the dulled and broken blade, to one side he lifted its holder taking the blade and breaking it to pieces before dropping them into a bucket. Knocking the wall a steady stream of magma poured out, the scorching heat causing him to sweat, yet the glow from it only made his eyes widen. His home was truly the prime place for every forger, he was so far down pure magma could be harnessed from the walls, all of it creating the perfect space for fixing the iron swords. He took the broken and unloved and made them new. A birth of sorts, a life given to a new iron man from their predecessor's body.

Perspiration rolled down his nose, a drip falling off onto the newly made iron sword. A crisp burst heard as the droplet hit the iron blade. A new blade, to go with the old hilt. A cycle of life and creation of a new but ancient thing. This was his home, a home in the forge. The silver room, with a silver form. The sky out their window, untouchable but still there. The earth's magma liquid, too hot to touch. The home that he had, was the tomb of his own. Finishing up he took off his equipment and burst out from the room of silver making his way to his room. Long corridors of dirt and stone, this doorway too made of carved out sediment. Walking in he took a breath pushing a switch to his right. There it was. The glorious glow. A small opening in his roof showing the bright glow of the moon and the shimmering stars of the night. Another in his wall opening onto a sea of lava gold, just like the ocean, never ending, undulating constantly with a fiery glow. He took in the view, lying on his cold stone bed. This was the tomb of swords, it was his tomb too. But at least, even though he would be trapped for eternity in its depths, constantly chipping away at iron swords and burning coal…at least he had a view.
☆--------------------------------------☆
The fire and sky intermingled
Both contained a bright glow
Both untouchable by common foe
A world of stars
A world of suns
A world of moons
A world of lava
A world of iron woes
The fire and the sky danced
Both constantly changing in their homes
Both wishing for the others home
A world of freedom
A world of cold
A world of protection
A world of warmth
A world of iron woes

extra:

[Grey_Hoodie]

Hello everyone!

I got a request to extend this comp, so you now have until 11:59pm
MST on June 26th to post or finish up your entries! Good luck!!

[gojo]

username + number: jo-hann 412507
kalon name: mikael
prompt:




extra:

after dark animation meme (slight glitch warning)

[black water]

username + number: baz 807452
kalon name: project ten
prompt:

"we'll see you when you get better, ▬▬▬▬ !"

the cool splash of water jolted the newcomer awake, though there was no damp feeling to explain it. a chill settled at the base of their spine, and they couldn't tell if it was from the illusion of water or a sense of dread. they pried their eyes open only to be faced with a blank expanse of white. deep down, they knew that they should feel afraid of this, but there was something so familiar that it seemed clinical. before they could open their mouth to call out, they was silenced by another.

"ah, you're finally with us. don't fear, young one, we'll take care of you."

looking around, they still couldn't find a face to put the voice to. the space they found themselves in was devoid of any living thing besides themselves, if they could still be considered that. daring to speak, they whispered out to the other presence.

"who are you?"

an odd silence filled the area. even the sound of their own breathing seemed to vanish.

"don't worry about such silly things. you're our newest addition, and we're here to congratulate you!"

as if on command, a strangely familiar crowd of people appeared behind the latest recruit. a congratulations banner attached to nothing, streamers dangling from thin air, even confetti falling around to top it off. the guests gave the new face their wide smiles and light applause as they surrounded them.

"don't be alarmed, project ten. they're all here for you! isn't it exciting?"

the newcomer—project ten— stared at the gathering of people from where they were hunched on the floor. on shaky legs, they stumbled towards the ones celebrating their arrival. they clawed out towards the figures, only for them to dissipate right out of their grasp. ten's gut twisted as those smiling faces left them alone once again.

"where am i?" ten asked. despite the anxiety lingering in the back of their mind, there was an overwhelming sense of comfort to dull it out. almost too much, but they were far too confused to acknowledge that.

the voice rang out once again in their head, "anywhere you'd like to be. anything you desire, we can provide. you're with us now, project ten. there's no need to be afraid."

the disembodied voice managed to ease some part of ten's worries, even if it felt much too medical to be real. like the voice had said, the blank void shifted into the perfect pictures of a seawater shore, a lakeview home, and a barren desert. it felt too real to be fake, yet something still begged ten not to give in to the desires.

the scenery reverted back to the empty expanse, leaving ten once more. the hollowness in their chest was starting to feel like it had been there all along.

"see? there's nothing to fear here. we'll fix you to be what you're destined for, and you'll have everything you could ever want at your fingertips," that ethereal voice promised.

still with no indication to trust it, ten nodded along numbly. had they really been meant for this all along? this person seemed so sure, and ten wasn't. it was only natural for them to accept their word as truth.

ten stared back at the emptiness around them before blinking, and the world shifted once again for them. now, they were presented with a quaint house on the outskirts of a village that brought them a feeling that no longer felt as clinical as before. they took a hesitant step towards the home before the voice spoke up once again.

"rest now while you can, project ten. you have a tasking path ahead of you."

[622/1000]
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