[Marsh]

Mark!

[Lush]

Username; HowlToTheWind
Name; Ares
Gender; Demigirl
Prompt; WIP <3

[SilhouetteStation]

Username; SilhouetteStation
Name; Zedd
Gender; Male
Prompt; {Maximum 500 words}

Zedd had always been a bit of a jock. From a young age he'd always been very interested in sports. He played for the soccer team in middle school, but once he moved up to high school, a new passion for football emerged.

He went to the gym, he was fast on his feet, and had no problem giving or receiving a strong tackle. The coach was impressed with his skill, and Zedd was excited to be part of a new team. His high school experience was going well.

It was towards the end of year, and prom was coming up. The school was buzzing with excitement, the student council was rushed off their feet with organizing everything; but football season was over, so Zedd felt pretty relaxed.

They were walking to the bus stop, he and one of his football friends. Zedd noticed his friend seemed distracted, looking off in the distance.

"What's up?" He asked, following his gaze. Two younger boys were walking together, giggling about something. His friend sniffed distastefully.

"Gross," he muttered.
"What is?" Zedd asked, confused.
"Them," his friend replied, nodding towards them.
"What about them?"
"You know. Them. Someone said they're going to prom together."
Zedd felt his skin prickle. "And you're bothered about that?"

His friend didn't answer. One of the boys gave the other a little nudge with his shoulder, earning a blush. His friend watched on, and a wicked gleam came into his eyes.

"Oi! You two!"

A few people glanced over. The boys looked back, and seemed surprised the comment was directed at them.

"Remember we're in public, yeah? We don't want to see any of that weird queer stuff."

"Dude!" Zedd exclaimed, shocked.

His friend watched, satisfied, as the two boys blushed red and hurried forward. "What?" He then said, with a casual shrug. Zedd stopped walking. His friend stopped.

"Oh come on, don't be lame."

Zedd tried to keep his breathing calm. "That wasn't okay," he said. His friend rolled his eyes.

His fists clenched.

"Whatever. Like I said, it's gro-"

He didn't get to finish. It was a good hit, even if Zedd didn't like fighting. But he thought this was something worth defending.

"What the heck?!" His friend spluttered, holding a hand over his now bleeding nose.

Zedd ignored him. He strode past, avoiding the stares of other students around, and looked for the two boys.

"Hey, wait!"

They looked wary as he caught up and fell into step beside them. "You guys okay?" He asked, and one of them nodded. "He shouldn't of said that. I'm sorry he did. You tell me if he ever does again, yeah? I'll sort it out."

He got another a nod, and a tentative smile.

"You two going to prom together?"

The smile faltered. "Oh, um, we don't know-"

"You should," Zedd told them. "It doesn't matter what people like him think. Just be happy, yeah?" He gave them a smile. "Don't be afraid to be you."

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[Foxghost]

Username; Rosemoon
Name; Alyson Rose
Gender; Cis Female
Prompt; {Maximum 500 words}

If I have time!

[olivionary]

Username; olivionary.
Name; Paige "Akari" Saito
Gender; Female
Prompt; Akari isn't overly proactive, she'd much rather react and contribute to the actions of others. She'd prefer to wait for karma to get the better of those who have wronged. It is very unusual for the otherwise passive Akari to actively respond to something that she disapproves of. Despite being very quiet, Akari is actually very opinionated and has a strong idea of what she deems to be right and wrong.
As a Grafitti Artist, Akari has a lot of time to spend out in the streets just hanging around. She has developed a lot of connections through her art and just being around the city, be it sitting in the pub or out on the streets painting. The local homeless shelter invited her to decorate one of the rooms with some of her friends so she had the chance to talk and play Uno with some of the men and women who were using the facilities. She donated a lot after that, clothes, art supplies, bedding, and food. She became very passionate about looking after those in a less fortunate position than herself, so a lot of Akari's free time went into working in the Kitchen and encouraging creativity to brighten up the shelter.
Living in a big city means that there are a lot of people who all have different opinions on the same things. The city began introducing spikes along the pavements which were specifically to prevent people from sitting or standing outside of stores in the city center. Akari started an online petition to prevent the addition of any more of the aforementioned spikes and the removal of those already placed. Akari joined protests and began training to work as a support worker at the local shelter. Akari didn't ever expect herself to be where she is now - all she ever truly wanted was to create and draw things that she enjoyed, but it somehow became a method for her to help others and go beyond to make that her job.

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[deleting all my old posts]

[Senbonzakura]

Username;
Erwin Smith

Name;
Nathaniel

Gender;
Male

Prompt;
Today was the day! The day Nathaniel saved enough to go to his favorite arcade. He had saved nearly all of his savings for this and even decided to sell some of his action figures to get money for this day. Today was the day. Nathaniel loved the arcade. He loved playing the games, winning the tickets, getting the prizes and the candy. But nothing compared to the skill crane. The skill crane was definitely his favorite thing to do in the arcade. To get a new stuffed animal for himself as part of his massive skill crane stuffed animal collection. He wandered up towards the skill crane first, ignoring the other games call for him to insert his coins. The skill crane usually caught his mind. He stood up and looked into the glass containment filled with all sorts of toys. But the stuffed animal that caught his eye was a black stuffed bear with rainbow stars on his body, and it looked pretty easy to get! He slipped his coins into the machine, two chances. The first chance, the claw didn't even try to grasp onto it. Only sliding over the fur gently and recollecting. Nathaniel growled lightly in annoyance and concentrated harder. This time, the claw gently grasped the animals leg, lifting it gently over the opening. He held his breath as he watched the stuffed bear fall into the collection area. Nathaniel nearly squeaked with joy. He retrieved his stuffed bear, holding it proudly.

Until he saw a younger kit looking at him. The kit looked upset, tears in his eyes. He had been waiting in line for the skill crane. Upon further notice, the kit had one coin left. The kits mother waiting for him. The kit wanted the stuffed animal that Nathaniel had looked everywhere for, and Nathaniel fairly received it from the skill crane before him. But Nathaniel couldn't stand to see the kit so upset. It upset him and he felt his heart ache a bit. He knelt down in front of the boy and asked, "Did you want this one from the skill crane?" The kit looked up at Nathaniel with teary eyes, nodding a bit. Nathaniel nodded, this confirmed his theory. "Then...You may have it. You will take better care of him than I will. I'm sure." Nathaniel held the bear out to the kit and the kit took the stuffed animal with a large smile. "Promise me you'll take care of him?" Nathaniel stood back up straight. "I promise, Thank you!" The kit mewled happily towards him. Nathaniel smiled back and watched as the kit ran back happily to his mother, showing her the animal that Nathaniel had given him. The mother nodded her head in appreciation as they both left. Nathaniel didn't get to keep the bear he had looked for for so long, but he made another kit's day. Either way, Nathaniel is happy. This is indeed a great day and it could only get better.

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[SilentMelody]

username; silentmelody || name; athenais (meaning "small") || gender; demigirl

nais steps through the front door and drops her bag on the ground, sliding her shoes off beside the backpack. with a heavy sigh, she flops on the couch and nestles her face between the crook of her arm. as she starts drifting off to sleep, she realizes that she's not alone at home.

a loud shout is heard from upstairs, followed by a scream and a crash.

she jumps to her feet and sprints up the stairs, rushing into the master bedroom. "get out!" her father yells and points to the door aggressively, his face red. her mother cowers beneath him and holds her head in her hands, staring at the ground.

athenais glances around the room -- there's broken shards of a lamp, and picture frames have been cast carelessly onto the ground. something bigger than her is going on, but that won't stop her. "no," she replies defiantly and turns to face her father.

"no? what do you mean no?" he growls and clenches his fists, seemingly ready to punch her.

nais looks back at her mother, purple and blue around one side of her face. someone already got the majority of his punches, but no longer would this happen. "you said you'd love her forever. you said you loved me. you're such a liar. you don't deserve to live in this house anymore," athenais retorts very calmly.

"of course i-- she's your mother! and my wife!! if i didn't love both of you, i would've left a long time ago," he roars.

"people don't hurt those that they love."

a stinging slap to the face sends her reeling, and nais has to blink multiple times before she's brought back to earth. both her father and mother are screaming at each other, her mother backing away to make a quick escape out the door. call the police, she thinks and moves towards her father. athenais wouldn't ever act violently in other circumstances, but she has to make a distraction.

she leaps onto her father's back and covers his eyes, sending him into another angry flurry. her mother rushes out of the room, her footsteps pounding as she runs down the stairs and hopefully to the nearest phone. her father pries her fingers off of his face and holds her up by the hands with only his right hand, glaring at her fiercely. "you have no say in any of this," he spits. nais attempts to squirm out of his grip, but her only holds her tighter and pokes her with his left pointer finger.

before he can do worse, police sirens are heard from far away. they get closer with each passing moment, and realization dawns on his face.

[GreyScale]

Username; GreyScale
Name; Arsen [Greek name meaning 'Strong']
Gender; Male
Prompt;
Coming to this part of town was never a problem for me. It was a nice little town where everyone seemed to know each other and got along. I usually get to go to town by myself and that's just what I was doing at this very moment.

I was on my way to get some bread and sugar from the market for sandwiches and cookies when I noticed the sound of Kalons yelling in one of the buildings near the end of town where a fire had burned though a long time ago destroying most of the place and no one bothered to fix up the store. I wanted to keep walking but if course I'm curious about everything I shouldn't be. So i silently crept up to where there use to be a door an peeked inside of the burned wreckage.

Inside where two full grown Kalons, neither one looking very happy and they where clearly arguing. I leaned in a bit to try and hear what they where saying by i was only able to hear bits a pieces of their conversation.

"Do you mean --- the money. NO!"
" Sorry. Got caught up ------. "
"I can't ---- why did I even bother?"

I looked back just in time to see the first Kalon reach around and grab a shiny black object from behind him and then a loud bang echoed though out to building and the second Kalon fell down dead before they could even scream. The first Kalon quickly began to put the gun away and before anything else could happen i ran as fast as I possibly could.

But the time I made it home my lungs and legs where burning from the speed i was running at for so long. Worried the Kalon with the gun might of saw me I locked the doors and closed the blinds. I have a small sigh of relief now that I was safe and immediately called the police to explain everything i had witnessed. Sadly from that day forward i found i had hoplophobia which is a severe fear of guns. I make to lock my doors every night and I also will never go near that building unless necessary.
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[cherubim]

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username; vogelbiene
name; mischka
gender; female

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Mischka had seen many stupid stunts in her lifetime; their army rushing into a group of enemies that far exceeded their own capabilities with no tactics, someone eating meat that was left approximately ten days without being cooked but rather left in the sun, and gods above, a teammate thinking it would be a great flipping idea to try to set an enemy camp on fire. Needless to say, Mischka had thought she'd seen it all. Thought.

Alas, she was proven wrong when her closest friend (and the only royal of the ragtag bunch that were their army) stepped forward and declared to be handing herself over to the opposition.
"It's for the best," she had explained, bowing her head to the friends she had come to love, "Only I alone can stop this war. Even if it means my disappearance, or-" a pause "-death."
Being the oh-so-impulsive, selfish kalon she was, Mischka slammed her hands on the table in front of her, almost roaring out a heated "are you insane?!"

Her friend - Cordelia, as she was known - paused, eyes wide open and mouth slightly ajar. "Mischka...?" The shock soon wore off, and Cordelia's mouth turned taut as she huffed in Mischka's general direction. "I don't think you have a choice in the matter, mage."
Mischka flinched at the emphasis on her lower ranking position, sneering at the thought. "Fine! Whatever!" She exclaimed, throwing her paws up in ths air. "Go get yourself killed then. Not my fault." And with that, she stalked away, out of the mess tent and into the foilage, hiding her tears and keeping her sniffles silent.


She was helpess. Absolutely helpless. With her arms in the grips of the burly opposition's guards, Mischka couldn't move an inch. Her spell books burned into her thighs, a sore reminder of what she could have done, could have used, but was too slow to do so.
And she watched as Cordelia handed herself over, head still held high as she did so. Mischka couldn't watch, she couldn't; she would just scream over and over again with no one to hear.
"Please..." she begged, throat raw and voice hoarse, "please come back to us Cordelia."

(She never did.)