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Woahhh <3 wanted to jump in here because I had a question asked !!

Art can be a comic yes !! Additionally, I'm never hard on limits for words ! If you need an extra 25 to make it sound good that's fine !
But obviously dont add like, an extra 100 lmao, be reasonable.

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HellO!! In with more clarification

It is 500 Words AND 1 Art + an extra

Not either or, so if anyone who's written anything would like to add art or if anyone has drawn something would like to add words you are more than welcome to ! <3

[calimaricutlery]

username + number :: CalimariCutlery + 1097472
which kit :: Stone Statue
kalon name :: Kivi
prompt ::

Cold, the garden was always cold. Even with the sun beaming down, the stone faces that surrounded Kivi drained all warmth, and left them shivering. They always came back to this place, even though they hated the garden. To this statue, of a mother and child hugging lovingly. 

However their parent had conjured it they didn’t know. Such a beautiful expression of love- surely not from their own feelings. Their parent might as well have been stone themself, uncaring towards Kivi no matter what they had done. They were top of their classes academically, had many friends, took part in sports, in even the arts! But all to nothing. They were worthless next to the beauty of carved stone. And they are cold. Even with their hands running down the sun-sapping stone. Cold in a way that no warmth could dismiss.
The statue’s eyes mockingly meet theirs, filled with a love Kivi had never felt, but they cannot bring themself to rage. 

And only in a quiet sob do they lay in the stone embrace of the facsimile of affection they are finally allowing themself to give up on ever feeling.

And only in the flow of their cold tears do they allow the cold to fill them entirely, in rivers down their face and droplets falling onto their hands. 

Cold. 

Grey. 

Stone. 

Each fleck of water hardens their heart and skin into something unfeeling and pristine, and so consumed in their agony there is no time for fear or panic, only the flow of transformation caused by a desire so powerful and so pure that even the watching stone itself could not help but acquiesce.

The tears stop slowly, and dry up in the warm sun, and Kivi can feel it, the warmth. But they don’t tilt their head to bring it closer. There was no point, someone worthless like them feeling the comfort of the sun. How long do they stay there? Minutes? Hours? Days? They don’t know. They don’t want to know. It is only as their parent stumbles into the garden that Kivi considers that they might be ‘missing’ at all. And only as their parent meets their eyes that they see something they assumed impossible. 

Love.

But that expression stirs nothing within them. No agonising joy nor relief. No. Kivi feels nothing at all. They do nothing at all. 

A numbness has coated them, a dream of stone that could have been broken by the desire to move- perhaps to hug their parent and declare that they had been worth their love after all. But there was no such desire within. It had drained from their body in grey tears and been rewarded with beautiful stone and an amalgamation with the garden around them in supporting vines. This is what their parent had wanted all along, surely. There was nothing more for them to do but remain in stone eternally.

They were beautiful. And they were empty.

(492 words)

art link - rain on a stone heart
extra - songs that statues sing

[Loadingconstella]

username + number :: loadingconstella + 654195
which kit :: roses - angelic harp
kalon name :: aurëa
prompt ::

The kingdom of Neldth was once a proud place, made of cobblestone and stained glass windows showing impressive feats of magic. Tapestry of the royal crest flapped gently within the wind as kit’s laughed and ran down the street; as flowers littered walkways, and as a kalon was busy painting fireworks in all manner of colours.
A Kingdom of discovery, lit brightly at night by tiny lights that danced in streetlamps, and outside the walls was a dense forest where many found their lifes focus.
The royal family were considered children of the arcane and the home to all manner of discoveries, housed within the castle at the center of Neldth and open to anyone who wished to learn, the perfect place to shoot into the sky and reach for the stars, with every opportunity one could imagine to succeed.

And as the image faded from the mirror, it revealed a dishevelled kit, and a room filled with anything that might save the kingdom, to make their efforts actually mean something.

The issues started simple: fauna in places it didn't belong, then it became dying flora, then more and more things piled up until the kingdom became a shell of its former self, and its ruler - Aurëa - was staring at someone they didn’t recognise anymore. Still, she spoke outloud, placing a hand on the surface of the mirror, “Mirror, Mirror on the wall, are you there to answer my call?”
Fog swirled in, a voice spoke, sounding like it came from the bottom of a lake, “As always, your majesty, are you here once more to witness the tragedy?”
It was certainly tempting, another chance to see what went wrong, or see happier times, to seek oblivion in the bliss that was once dancing down the streets and laughing with her parents.

But Instead, Aurëa shook her head, “No, I wish to see this: the last of my citizens, who don’t want to reminisce,”

The mirror took a moment but then the fog parted to reveal cobblestone streets that were cracked and uneven; the majority of the streetlamps broken, dull, the petals that once littered the streets were now nothing more than piles of ash.
Aurëa grimaced at the sight as it panned to the edge of the kingdom, where a singular Kalon adjusted their belongings, making sure that they had everything that they needed for the travels ahead.
“The rumour has already begun to spread,” The mirror spoke as the image faded, “A monster lives in the carcass of Neldth, filling the people with dread.”
Aurëa was quiet for a very long time, staring at the foggy mirror and recounting the plan in her head; spreading the rumour of a beast living in the Neldth, keeping people away and safe as she tried to undo the curse on the lands, no matter how long it took; even if it meant making the rumoured beast a reality.
Aurëa sighed heavily, staring at the crown on the floor, her crown, “Alright, good, we are free to do what we can, let’s bring this land back to man.”

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Hewwoo!! Popping in just to give a couple days extension!!
This will now close 1st of Dev @ 23:59 CS Time!