[mean&gay]

[ words;; 229 ] [ kalon;; jacob ]


ever since he was just a little one, he found himself fascinated by the sky. he would forever merely gazing up into the night, counting the stars. for a very long time, he dreamed of becoming an astronaut. dreamed of one day being up there, exploring the universe. while he grew out of that idea, he never lost his love for astronomy. one day, his mother even bought him a telescope. he still has it, as tattered as it is, sitting beside his bedroom window.

sunsets have always been a favourite of his. the beautiful colours they cast across the evening sky, the warmth they always seemed to fill him with. some of his fondest memories come from hours spent watching the sun slowly dip below the horizon. his first ever date, that ended in the two of them watching the sun set. his parent's wedding was on a summer afternoon and went on well into the night, and while he would probably never admit it, he was more focused on the sky than he was on their vows !!

nowadays, he finds most of his time being occupied by work. a boring office job, leaving a lot to be desired. but when he's done, he'll catch the bus home, climb onto the roof and fall asleep under the stars, the setting sun throwing a dim, calming light over him.

[Reiji]

reiji - day 3 - art prompt
starring gabriel



He's very passionate about sleeping, trust me.

[Medd]

Day Three;



Ezekiel is very passionate about magic! <3

[Aey]

Dᴀʏ 03: Tʜᴇ Tɪɢᴇʀ
Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.
Kalon: Jack

The bright, eye-watering blue of the afternoon sky has fueled Jack since she was very young. Laying on the lawn, making shapes out of the fluff blowing across the ceiling of the world with the sister of her heart, Alex, she began to dream of flying. She began to dream about scraping through the stars in the midnight hour, a long contrail behind her as a flag to the sleeping masses that she had been there.

She began traipsing to the mechanic's shop on the corner after school to watch the engines come apart, to watch the gears and rods and tubes move together in amazing symmetry. Afternoons were spent scouring the library with Alex following gamely along, pulling books on aviation and military history for her to pour over in an almost unhealthy obsession. Other interests faded into background noise, and the path to a seat in the pilot's seat shone like a lit cable in her mind, tugging her toward that goal insistently, unrelentingly.

Today, with the afternoon sun warming her face through the dome of the cockpit, she grins with a brilliant joy at the wobbly crayon drawing (a stick figure waving inside a plane) from her youth taped in her field of vision. In her ear, through a short burst of static, Alex, having followed Jack into the military and through a twist of fate remaining near her, relays the coordinates of her of her next target.

[fuiuki]

Prompt 3: Passion
Featuring: Amadeus, sometime post escape.

The wind blew through Amadeus's hair on top of the tall cliff. The ocean sparkled brightly in the setting sun, and Amadeus seemed at peace. She had been through a lot in her as-of-yet short life. She had played a key role in a war, she had spied, killed and saved lives. By now, most people who had heard about her had also heard that she was an artificially grown being. She had broken free of her containment, and as a result, her connector cord of a tail was torn and frayed. It had hurt to tear it free from the contraption she was connected to, but she had done it, for freedom.

She was also known for her work as a diplomat in the war between the aliens and cyborgs. She was an outspoken activist for equal rights, regardless of how one was born (or created). If one were to ask what they thought Amadeus was passionate about, it would be quite an easy question to answer. On the surface at least...

Of course Amadeus was passionate about equal rights. She was created to be used as a tool, regardless of the intelligence she possessed. No longer would she let anyone else go through what she had, being created and used.
Of course Amadeus was passionate about freedom. No matter if you were made of metal, or made of flesh not carbon-based, you deserve to be free to choose what to do with your life, what your destiny is.

What Amadeus is the most passionate about however, is neither freedom nor equal rights. No, her biggest passion... is living.

Most anyone would fight to stay alive. Nobody wants to die, not really. Life will always struggle to stay, but just staying alive is not what Amadeus fights on for. Anyone can stay alive, but what Amadeus really wants is to live. From being created as an artificial being, used as a tool, and forced to learn and grow too fast, she knew what it was like to see life pass by quickly. From spending her short life either in a small room, or on the run, she knew what it was like to not be able to stop and smell the flowers.

The wind in her hair, the peace after a battle with no losses, the sun shining on a world no longer at war... this was what she lived for, this was what she was passionate about. Staying alive is what everybody does, but Amadeus wants to LIVE.

What Amadeus is passionate about is finding the next day worth staying alive for.

[Amberlilli]

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Dᴀʏ 03: Tʜᴇ Tɪɢᴇʀ
Tell about a something your kalon is passionate about.
danika
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She dangled over the side of the bridge, crossing her legs around the metal supports as to keep her stable as she painted the little details to her massive graffiti. The sun beamed down on her as she let the shaking and spraying of spray paint consume her mind. With nothing to distract her but her mammoth of a canvas, she was sure to be here for a while.

She was suspended upside down by a single rope from the balcony of the hotel. Danika, painting a mural for the owners, wasn't afraid of any backlash for the painting, so she let her paintbrush flow freely along the brick walls as she walked along the side of the building.

Danika sighed, flopping back on her bed as she finally felt the exhaustion from the day seizing her muscles. She wiped the brightly colored paint from her brow and cleaned her brushes as she disposed of the emptied cans. With a final glance out the window of her hotel room at the bridge, she smiled at her work well done.

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[ ❧ ] the smell of pumpkin spice had already began wafting through the air, the edge of winter's chilly embrace not yet spreading its frost to the trees and the grass, merely keeping a watchful eye for when it was time to turn the world to white. pumpkins were already being put out and her work was already ordering in shipments of more pumpkins to meet the upcoming demand of the holiday seasons approaching. scents of apple and grape and raspberry had worked their way into her apron already, from all the baking she had been doing recently, both for the family she was expecting to visit and for her booth at the pumpkin patch. funnel cakes and muffins and breads and all sorts of pastries and desserts and baked goods littered her kitchen counters at home, and the store was bustling, as it usually did this time of year, trying to get pre-orders sorted and sent out to arrive at the exact times the customers wanted them to. decorations were being purchased and pulled out from attics and basements, and some in her neighborhood had their halloween decorations put up already. warm sweaters and cozy hats and gloves were a feature of many of the people she passed, and she even wore her favorite sweatshirt and hat/gloves set herself, trying to keep warm with the bitter touch of jack frost lingering in the air as a reminder of what was to come.

this was always her favorite time of year, and the one she was most passionate about; autumn. it was such a wonderful time of year, laughter abound every corner she went, and everyone seemed so much nicer in the coming months following autumn's arrival. it was a time of no shame and cheer, and festivities were encouraged more than any other time of the year. such a lovely time, how could she not be passionate about it?

excitement electrified her nerves as she walked to work, passing by strangers and offering them a wave or a smile. she was so excited to get started on her own decorations at home, baking things for her coworkers, setting up her own booth at the pumpkin patch and for the fair... it was all a lot to do when put into words, but loving autumn so much, she didnt doubt she could manage to get it all done, just like she did every year before, and in her chest was a burning passion, one that encouraged her to create and inspire and make others feel the same joy she felt for autumn, and to keep her chin up, and look toward the future brightly.

[Jippy]

Prompt 3: The Tiger

Pip has a strong passion for exploring. Meeting others, discovery new things, and making fond memories. It’s all part of learning for Pip. Pip believes that the best way to grow and move forward is to learn and there is no better way to learn then to explore the unexplored. Not necessarily finding things no one has ever found but more of discoverying new things about yourself. Whether it’s trying something for the first time or just a change of scenery, every experience can help you learn. That’s why it’s important to treasure these memories. Pip’s cause for this endless journey, is to be a better person then yesterday. To thrive to grow stronger and live as if everyday was your last. That’s the moral behind Pip’s passion! As much as it serves a deeper meaning, Pip enjoys traveling for the leisure of just having fun. Each trip is an adventure to never forget. Traveling has always been something Pip enjoys, from the fancy accents to the exquisite food. Though her burning passion can always come down to Pip’s bottomless stomach!

[MelMellyMel]

Prompt 3 - Val

xxxVivid colors invaded his vision, and a sickly sweet aroma that made him feel dizzy reached his nose as Val looked over his hard work. His backyard garden overflowed with all kinds of flowers. Hydrangeas, orchids, roses, lilies, and the list goes on. Each little plant held its own story, and Val remembered every single one of them. Some were happy and some were sad, but they all came together to form a beautiful masterpiece. An ornate arrangement of colors and shapes that Val prides himself in creating.
xxxHe smiled as he looked over at a climbing variety of classic red roses. They sprawled across a good portion of the garden's back wall, adding life to the otherwise dull, gray stone. The day Val had gotten the plant was the same day he had met his best friend, Ruth. He had walked into her shop with the single intent of buying flowers requested by a particularly picky client. Ruth, for whatever reason, had given him the just sprouting climbing rose plant free of charge. New customers always get a little gift from me! At least that's what she claimed, but in all his years of knowing her, Val had never seen her do the same to any other new customers. He'd like to believe that the reason she gave it to him is because even from they're very first encounter, she was able to tell that his personality was akin to the prick of a rose.
xxxLooking over to a group of white lilies, his smile faltered. Val personally enjoyed lilies, his favorite flower being a variety of lily, but you couldn't blame him for getting sad over these. Countless times Val had been the one to provide flowers for funerals, white lilies being the most popular for them. Thankfully, none of the funerals had been ones of Kalons he personally knew, but that didn't change the fact that when he reached the white lilies in his garden he made sure to tend to them with extra care. Knowing that they could be attending a funeral the next day made him want to ensure they got extra special treatment from him.
xxxAfter deciding he had reminisced enough for one day, Val finally stood from his kneeling position with a sigh. He loved gardening more than anything, but he couldn't deny the fact that his back suffered from the hobby. Despite this, he didn't see himself stopping anytime soon. Val quickly put his gardening tools away, and went back inside to change into clean clothes. Perhaps Ruth would enjoy some company in the shop.

[Takk]

Prompt #3

Liquidor has always had a strong passion for the art of dance. As a kit he loved to ribbon dance, knowing it went well with his long tail and feathers. The idea of communicating through his movements was always fascinating, being able to reflect great sorrow or happiness through how he moved.
Body language sat with him very strongly as he wasn't always great at speaking his mind. However the employment for theater and performers were slim to nothing these, new talent hardly getting a chance to shine when the big man knew he could rely on his old ones.
Li was forced into something else where he got to use body language; modeling. Strut with confidence, make the people gasp and ah in amazement while wondering who the man in the fancy clothing is. Starting somewhere wasn't terrible and he still held hopes he could one day prove he was more than a pretty face with a rare trait. Everyone loved his feathers, his horn, his ears that waved slightly in the wind. Such a natural beauty and everyone knew it for there was no other like him in the modeling business.
Body language, the one thing he was good at and he kept working it well. He worked his way up, he fought against great models and even took a few under his wing for publicity and legacy. He pretended to date an equally attractive model to boost both of their popularity; though when no one was watching they were just friends laughing at how silly this all was. He gave into what others wanted, but he never lost himself in all of the mess. He was near the top, his face in magazines and every outfit he wore pulled in more cash than the last when finally...
He was there, on stage facing two judges. The music started, he lifted his blue ribbon in the right hand and his green in the left.
The music started and he let himself get lost in the violin and piano duet. Li was fit and beautifully built thanks to his natural form and a little help from modeling drive. He was elegant, moved in ways that made sense with the last form. There was the silence at the song ended, he fell to his knees and let the ribbons glide down beside him. More nothing followed, but soon he heard the words he'd been craving his whole life.
"You're hired, your just the dancer we've been looking for."