[Cutieduckpie]

username: Cutieduckpie
kalon's name: Nirochi aka Nini
gender:
prompt: (max. 750 words) Sponge - Empathic - Father figure that made him resentful, grumpy, heartless. Or maybe overly dramatic boi that had to face the reality for once and .. didn't liked it.
extra art piece: (optional)

[Wolfypoof]

username: Makoto Naegi
kalon's name: Jesse
gender: Trans Male
prompt: I sat in front of the house with my suitcase of things I needed and a teddy bear too. Mum and Dad were getting the car ready as I waited. Then Dad turned towards me with a smile. "Ready, kiddo?" I silently nodded in reply. I put my things in the boot and was then ushered to sit in the car. After checking a couple of things, we were on the road and headed to our destination.

Today we were moving houses. For about the third time now. Lately we seem to settle into a new place and then before I know it we are going somewhere new. It's getting a little hard to keep track of. I have to go to a new school and it's always hard to explain about my situation. Who knew it was so hard to get others to call you the right name? Anyway though, I don't care so much. I've never really made any friends so I'm alright on my own. I just wished we stayed at one place for longer. Forever would be nice but at this point I can't see that happening.

Three hours in and we stopped for some lunch. "We're nearly there," my mum told me.
"Oh, that's good," I replied. She gave me an awkward smile. I guess they can see that I look a little down. From the corner of my eye, I saw her elbow my dad. He sat up straight and cleared his throat.
"You know, uh... Jesse," he coughed. "This will most likely be the last time we move."
"Oh, really?"
"I mean it this time. They have good work there so we will stay for a while."
"Ah... That's great," I sighed. I don't know if I can believe him. He said something like that last time. But oh well whatever I guess.
"I promise," he whispered to me.
"Okay, I get you," I said and forced a smile. That seemed to please them. Soon, we were back in the stuffy car and on the road.

I stared out the window as we were driving. I was thinking of what the new place would be like. I hope it's a good neighbourhood. I hope the schools good too and the kids are kind. Suddenly, the car came to a stop. "And we're here!" Dad announced. I stepped out the car.
"Woah..." I gasped. This... This house is huge!
"Do you like it? We've been saving up," he grinned.
"It's... impressive..." I said. I was too astonished to say anything more. Looks like things are starting to lighten up! Maybe he really did mean it about this being the last time...
"Let's look inside," my mum said and we all walked in.

To be quite honest, the inside wasn't as impressive as the outside. It was kinda dull looking but mum said she had plans anyway. There were two stories and my room was upstairs. The room was a little on the small side but I don't have many things so it's okay. The walls were pink. I hate pink.
"Ah well, we can paint it eventually..." Mum said when she saw my face.
"It's fine," I replied. "But it would be nice." After the house tour, I went outside to collect my thoughts. This house is pretty good. It's kinda large and I get used to it. The street also had similar sized houses. Looks to be a good neighbourhood to me. I was about to step back inside when I heard...

"Hey you! Are ya new here?" I turned around to see two kids playing basketball.
"Um... Yes."
"Wanna play!?" the other shouted.
"Uh..." I didn't really know how to respond to that. Why do these two kids I don't even know want to play with me of all people?
"If you don't know how to play we can teach you!" the one from before said.
"That's fine but I-" Suddenly, the ball was thrown towards me. I clumsily caught it.
"What's your name?" they asked.
"Um... Jesse..."
"Well, Jesse welcome to the team!" Then I was suddenly a part of the game. I didn't know how to play but they were very helpful. I got the hang of it eventually. It became dark and their mother called them in for dinner. They turned to me with a smile.
"Good game! Let's play again tomorrow!"
"Sure thing," I smiled back. You know, maybe this move isn't so bad. I already feel like I'm home. And I think I'll try making friends for once. I'm the happiest I've ever been in the this neighbourhood I hardly know. And that's alright too. (738 words)

extra art piece: Maybe if I have time ;w;

[Starberry_milk]

Username// StarWerewolf
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Kalon details//

Nimchi//Male//Straight//Canadian accent
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Prompt//
Wip

Res with having severe social anxiety

“Nim?” Akina called under Nimchi’s door. “Please come out, Mom and Dad don’t care that you didn’t want to be at the Birthday party” Akina pleaded.

Don’t steal my ideas, please

[2246]

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❝Dear diary, as you know, normally, bus rides to school are filled with horror, fear, and anxiety.
I always feel their eyes on me. Staring. Judging. Thinking. I can hear their sickening giggles, whispers, their words...
I don't want to be reminded, because today,
something beautiful happened. ❞

It was hard for me to get up out of my bed, my cocoon, get ready for school, because again, the bus rides...
Well, as soon as I found an empty seat on the bus, I felt different. Premonition, of something good.

As the bus was slowly getting closer to the city, I grew more anxious, since more people were coming in.
I tried to ignore them by staring at the buildings, and then, I saw butterflies, painted on them. A line of monarchs. Another one, and so on. They weren't here yesterday. Who painted them, and why? The butterflies seem to follow the route of my bus, which I found comforting in a way.
The butterflies stop at the old abandoned house, that is right opposite of my school. It all ends, with a word, written in big orange letters.
Saudade.

I feel like the butterflies are here for me. I didn’t even realize the bus ride was over, the entire ride I imagined who painted them, and why.
I felt cheery and happy, calm and relaxed, until I saw the last word... It all holds a special meaning for the artist, but now it holds one for me, too.
I am following them, and they are following me.
It’s all going to be okay. ❞



❝Dear diary, I tried counting them today. There is way too many. More than two hundred. One person couldn’t have done this. There’s more of them.
I keep thinking why they chose butterflies. And if it’s connected with the last word? Maybe they also chose monarchs for a reason? Does it all hold meaning, symbolism? Or maybe I’m just overthinking everything, again..

Transformation, rebirth, new start. I must know nothing ever truly ends. It all just changes.. New start, rebirth, transformation.❞



❝Dear diary, my butterflies are all gone. Repainted. Erased.
I wonder if anyone else misses them like I do. If any of them saw any meaning for themselves in them?

But I finally know what I need to do. I need another rebirth. Simple one, but I think this one will lead me somewhere much better.
I had to crawl, now I’m walking, so let’s see if I can run.

I am afraid of changing my life, yet again. But I need to realize that a butterfly only becomes a butterfly after rebirth.
And why stop with only one butterfly?

I'm talking too deep about all this, when in reality all I will do might seem simple to everyone else.
I won't drive in a bus anytime soon, for I will finally use their gift, the one they left behind.
Their most valuable possession, now mine.
An old bike.

I am scared, but also excited. ❞



❝Dear diary, I finally did it. I feel so free, as if reborn. True, I had to make some sacrifices, such as getting up earlier, since it takes longer to get to my school with a bike, but I honestly don't care, I love this.
I've also been leaving my home more, just to ride my bike around the city, looking at the beauty of it.
I can finally see everything in a new light.
Nothing is as bad as I thought it was.

There is beauty in everything.

It’s like I was looking at everything from a perspective of a caterpillar, and now I can finally soar and see that everything is much different than I thought it was.

And well, as time passes, things change, things we loved go away, such as them.
But know, that this isn't the end. Because some things always stay, such as a memory.
No matter if it's only in our heads, or if it's actually psychically here.

Night is followed with a morning. Every exhale with an inhale. Caterpillar with a butterfly.

I'm proud to say I'm finally feeling okay, for the first time in a long while.

And as I was saying, some things stay, well..

As I was exploring the city, it's hidden streets, forgotten veins, I saw it.

A monarch butterfly, painted in pastel rainbows, like stained glass. It was there, on the brick wall.

No longer saudade.❞
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[22tabby]

username: 22tabby
kalon's name:
gender: transmale (he/him)
prompt: (max. 750 words)
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Res! Super excited for my dream child

[kidcandy]

username: aello
kalon's name: prince perceus of the northern kingdom
------- previously, princess persephone
gender: ftm (he/him)
prompt: (max. 750 words)
extra art piece: (optional)

res, teaming up w zaruko
the change could be the death of the king and the transfer of power, resulting in the jealousy..
"..but, you were once a goddess!!!"
"and now i am a god."

[VoidRinkusu]

Mark!
(VoidRinkusu)

[Vordai]

username:
kalon's name:
gender:
prompt: (max. 750 words)
extra art piece: (optional)

Res!

[final fantasy]

username:
kalon's name:
gender:
prompt: (max. 750 words)
extra art piece: (optional)

mark

[j. bourne]

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username: m a r t y r .

kalon's name: bellamy emil anderson

gender: ftm

prompt: tw - mental health/disorders

xxxxxxThe latch clicked mechanically as the door swung open and closed quickly, fabric brushing fabric as a new figure hurried in. A woman, carrying in a slight breeze was less enclosed spaces. The heat in the room was suffocating...crushing. Papers rustled and cushions creaked, every sound harsh and grating, making skin crawl and sweat pour. Once the movement ceased, the slight swirling of the air did, too. The heat mounted again, with the force of a vengeful tsunami. I was once again reminded why natural disasters were named after people.

xxxxxxI moved sideways on the little black couch, making room for my mother quickly and quietly. Pulling feebly at my shirt, I smoothed it back down over my binder and glanced sideways. Salt and pepper tresses blocked my view of her face, eerily similar to mine, reminding me of genetic imperfections and once again that I wasn't where I wanted to be. Blinking quickly and turning away, something caught my attention just beyond the window. A little pale flower, half wilted and dull in the cold of winter.

xxxxxx"Child, quit bouncing your leg, there's nothing to be nervous about," my mother hissed, then laughed, as if making a joke. Of course, she didn't say 'child'. She didn't even use my correct name. Why would she? I mentally had to edit some word in, in place of what she preferred to call me. My body stopped as I slowed my leg, glancing about nervously. The movement was calming, in a way, though I wasn't exactly sure why...nor did I know why I was rubbing my hands together. I dismissed it as my nature. Everyone gets nervous.

xxxxxxPapers rustled again, followed by the familiar clacking of a keyboard. A voice, airy and slightly higher than what I was used to, drifted across the room, "Actually, Klara, that's what I brought you in to talk about. I'm going, to be frank with you, okay? My diagnosis is that your child has depressive anxiety caused by post-traumatic stress disorder or PTSD."

xxxxxxSilence. The lethal blow had been dealt. I felt my body flush with a great warmth, and immediately my blood froze in my veins. My mother sighed and smiled, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, "I'm very familiar with PTSD, as I have it myself." The veteran paused, then stood and approached the other woman, extending her hand to shake. Then she smiled, "Thank you so, so much for the diagnosis. I've known that my child has had this for a long time."

xxxxxxThe two women continued in happy tones, but they drifted off. It was as if my mother hadn't even heard the words 'depression' or 'anxiety.' She only heard what she wanted to hear. I quickly gave up thinking about it, already hopeless. Besides, I was still watching the flower. A torrent of wind had jostled the petals and leaves, whipping the white buds around as if in the middle of a storm. They shuddered and shook, then suddenly, stood still, albeit limper than before. I felt like I'd undergone the same as the little white flower as I left the room.



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xxxxxxThe diagnosis was both a surprise and something I expected. I knew that something wasn't quite right in my brain, but I also expected that most people felt this way. The crushing fear when they couldn't be in control. The endless nights plagued by crippling sadness. What was more surprising was my mother's reaction to it all. She only took what she wanted, leaving the rest behind and forgotten. She'd done the same when I tried to talk to her about my gender.

xxxxxxBut despite taking that diagnosis with open, happy arms, she did nothing. Carried on with her day as if everything should remain the same. Unchanged, unphased. The overwhelming, unidentifiable emotions of old were not eased by the fact that I now knew their names. They got worse. They knew that I was still utterly alone. Even if I were to look for help in other places besides within the safety of my home, the anxiety that I was bothering someone or doing it for attention would drag me back down.

xxxxxxMaybe some people aren't meant to get help...to survive...to get better. But I know that I, Bellamy Emil Anderson, will make it through this. One step at a time, one day at a time. With or without help from others. I will get through this. I will survive. I have to.