[gravestones]

Username;; queen crossroad.
Name;;
Gender;; Male
Impress me!!
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Promts::
A plague always leads to cruelty.
She will be screaming, and that's where things get complicated.
xxxxx was my greatest betrayer.

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username ;; your username here
name ;; Joey (Possible)
gender ;; Male
// delete this line - below here, you can change the text to fit the adopt.
// delete this line - i have the text for the harpy eagle viscet
impress me! prompt + 500 word min.
prompts ;;
• He pretended to be an airline pilot, and that's where things get complicated.
possible prompts here

finished work here

Possible ideas:
• Nerdy, sciency
• Stuff...
Possible prompts:
• Aaliyah, running from science, running from love. (Change name if using)
• The star was like a stellar cartographer.
• There, in the home, I forgot the meaning of science.
• He pretended to be an airline pilot, and that's where things get complicated.
• It was Tuesday, the day of science and laughing.
• This is a tale about education and a starship engineer.
Things getting/possibly getting:
• Art (Possibly)
• Relationships (Yes, working it out now)
WIP

[Syd March]

Username;; Syd March
Name;; reynold
Gender;; male
Impress me!!

The library was a place of peace, or so he said.

rest of form here

[T h e M a r t i a n]

wish I could try, but slots.... DX

Anyways, got all my viscets up for relationships. Got gang members to singers, and meteologists to livestock judger's. Just shoot me a message. X3

[WolfwithWings38]

OMG THIS WAS MADE ON MY BIRTHDAY AND I DIDN'T NOTICE THIS WAS ON HERE TILL NOW!?!? XDDDD
Username;; WolfwithWings38
Name;; Jaspin I made up this name XDDD It's pronounced like how this looks.... Chass-pin.....
Gender;; Male
Impress me!!
/prompt+500 word min
I choose a plot twist one!
A character suddenly reveals a hateful side.
Hi, I'm Jaspin and I'mma going to tell my story.....
So I was born, a loving viscet, or so everyone thought, by everyone I mean my mom, my dad, annnnd my bro-friend, Chris here's a pic of him: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3146004 also before Wolfywingy (I call him that XDDDD) finishes this prompt I'd like to say don't question why I call my best friend bro-friend and WolfwithWings Wolfywingy, just don't you'll probably never will be able think straight ever in your life again XDDDD. So anywho I was always nice, at one point at least, you know the typical stuff: Making nice letters to people even strangers (No, I didn't stalk them, there were strangers in my life that I came across twice and encase I saw them ever again which I did for some people, I gave them letters) even though those strangers, would think I was weird it was the thought that counted, making gifts for friends/family not strangers because my parents had to make that rule because one stranger apparently called the police on me! And lastly I'd bake cake for people because who doesn't like cake?! But, one faithful day all of that changed..... So this is how it happened My friend Chris told me that If you put this ingredient in this cake, Mom would love it, now this might sound to you that I would change because I put to much "sugar" in the cake (the sugar was salt) I would bent on that, but ohh boy that was just the beginning! You see, the tricks got gradually worse and worse, even to the point where me, my bro-friend, and my parents kicked out of a pack before (and that was when we started living alone and it was just us) and even to the point where my OWN MOM almost got a heart attack once, and that was when I decided to get some revenge on HIMand those lines kept on repeating in my head get revenge on him! revenge, Revenge, REEEVENGEEEEE! And when I pulled a prank on him back which made him had to do the tango with the bears, yes literally, they did the TANGO! I'm kidding, they didn't... But it was like a tango I guess.... Except... more violent, don't worry he ended up being okay, and we're still friends, only after about like 50 more pranks! And to this day, if someone does something bad to me, I do it BACK! And that's way I'm sooooo evil with pranks and other stuff like that! But I'm still nice, just don't let me prank you, you wouldn't want that.... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
THE NEXT PROMPT!:
A character is revealed to have an addiction.
DON'T WORRY IT'S NOT A DRUG! I'm just addicted to things like: Donuts, Cake, or basically anything that's sugary and unhealthy! Yeah, and I'm also a crazy cat lady! Even though i'm a viscet not a human and I'm a boy NOT a girl, though I'm starting to notice that I take that saying very literally, sooo anywho.... I bet you didn't suspect that! WolfwithWings is starting to get addicted to making these prompts from this website PLEASE HEELP HIM:
Because of a rainstorm, we discover everyone else actually is having their own hidden plans.
Well this one's interesting! Let me tell you the story!:
Yesterday Me, mom, dad, and Chris my bro-friend, were walking down the street and then it started raining very hard and sense we all thought it was gonna flood and drown to our horrible deaths, we figured we might as well say our plans we had for a long time and so this happened: "JASPIN MY DEAR CHILD!" My Mom screamed. "I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TURKEYS TO BE EXTINCT, SO EVERY NIGHT I PRAY TO GOD AND SAY God? Could you please make the turkeys be extinct? But sense he DOESN'T I PLAN ON HUNTING EVERY TURK- Then I cut her off "Mom, really?" I said. "What?" "I mean I know you're weird and random, but REALLY?! Never in my life I'd thought you'd say that when we could DIE!" "Well, I mean- She gets cut of again "I have a confession to make too!" Dad said sounding ashamed of himself. "Okay, but please don't make it weird!" I said. "I HOPE TO DESTROY EVERY SINGLE CHRISTMAS SONG TO EXIST!" "REALLY DAD?! MY FAMILY IS SOOOO WEIRD IT'S NOT EVEN- I get cut offed by Chris "I plan to make a YouTube Challenge one day..." Chris said nervously. "Fine I guess it's my turn!" I yelled. "I plan to own 50 cats and to eat 14 donuts all at once.." "Well, I guess we're all weird!" Mom said happily and we all laughed.

[stormzien]

Username: tigerblue
Name: Jase
Gender: male

He is the companion of war and the partner of war.

Jase, is supposedly, the partner of war, why? Well, isn't that why you are here?
wip

[corgiboy]

That man, always dreaming, always the business partner of religion and the slave of fear.

Username;;
Steampunkalec
Name;;
Gleason
Gender;;
Male
Impress me!!

stuff to do;

prompt
name
personality
story
favrite food
hobbies
items
art 5 pieces (keep it simple)
coding
likes/dislikes
2 small storys

I need to try I need to stop just stairing at it and hopping XD

(for anyone who I let use one of my viscets for a relationshiop feel f ree to still use them since ill be useing differnet viscets I love the design but I really want to do this promt as well and i really wnat to try XD )
~Alec

Just some stuff i got so far;
peom;
I fear everything
I dream that one day
god would solve my problems
But dreams don’t come true
...or so they say

story;


Gleason sat quietly at his desk typing away like he always did worriment on his face as he closed his eyes slightly praying to god for the day to be over already.he had been working all day and all night trying to come up with the right plan but everything he did was just no use ...just no good enough. He found himself looking at the paper plans then looking over to the shredder her shredded his ideas not wanting to have to look back at such a mess...or over crowd his trash can with that of paper balls since it was already stuffed to the top.
He could never find the right plan for anything everything to him seemed useless..worthless every little thing he did just was not good enough,He was a businessman he lived in great britain though he himself was born to a cottage heritage his family moved away to make him more of a ‘proper gentleman’ throwing him straight into business school as soon as they could .It worked after all his parents were good parents but this was not the life he wanted..
He found himself scooting over to the window with his swivel chair staring off into the city watching cars as they past by watching the the sky as it slowly darkened.
Like he prayed the day was almost over he wanted to go home he wanted to sleep and close his eyes but fear always mingled with his thoughts corrupting over his childish dreams of being something...more.

[Zeldonk]

Username;;
Name;;
Gender;;
Impress me!!
/prompt+500 word min

[ecolo]

Around here, everyone has a story about a crazy girl.

Username: eveadelekitty
Name: Aivini Kuralla, "Ai"
Gender: Female
Personality: Ai is socially awkward, but reasonably mature. She often says the wrong thing at the wrong time. She loves alone time, and flying is a passion of hers. She seems very weird to others, and has PTSD triggered by seeing large amounts of blood. She hates violence, but somehow tends to get violent if you really get on her nerves. She tries to stay away from people, and she's awfully reserved. She disappeared for a year a while ago, and is beginning to rebuild.

Story 1:

Around here, everyone has a story about a crazy girl.
She started off pretty normal. Nobody really cared about her. She had no friends from what we could tell.
But one day, she snapped.
I saw her, and I know what I saw. She was crouched over Omar's body. His blood stained his white fur and the snow around. And his blood was all over her. She was eating him! I got out of there as fast as I could run. She's crazy.
The day after, she was gone! Gone, I tell ya! I don't know if she was arrested or something, but nobody told the cops... We're scared that she's a ghost or something.

Story 2:

Tears welled up in my eyes as Omar clawed again at my chest. "Stop. I'm not going to..."
I stepped back and closed my eyes and swung, hoping he'd go away.
He did.
His body hit the tree. I'd slit his throat. He was going to die. Blood poured from his neck, staining him and the snow, and some splattered against my own as the wound on my own chest still stung. I cried. I bent down over him and cried into his chest. It was a petty fight... Between friends... It didn't have to end like this. It was a dream... I was going to wake up. It was a dream.
But every passing moment got more and more real, as the crushing guilt pushed harder on my back, the burden of knowing I'd killed him. It wasn't what I'd meant to do. I didn't want him to die. I didn't...
I pulled myself to my feet, and, to hide my involvement, rubbed my blood around until it looked like markings. Then I ran. I never looked back, not for a year. It still hurts thinking of it. Sometimes all I can see is the life draining from his eyes, his expression as he fell, the cold, hard feeling of his chest as I cried into it, the smell of death around me...

It hurt.


Notes:

Omar is not based on a real viscet, obviously. He is dead. I made him up.
The two stories count as one story.

[SilverSamurai]

Just under two weeks left!