[delani]

➳ username;; Alei

➳ name;; Legend

➳ gender;; Male

➳ what do they fear the most?;; Legend fears the one thing he can never escape or evade- himself. He is terrified of the idea of his own mind, the limitless potential and ideas as vast as space, making him frightened and feeling insignificant. The idea that he is unable to think of many things beyond himself makes him jittery. He fears what he can and could do, as well as what he has done. Legend is over analytical of all of his actions, thinking through each to a fault and never finding comfort in what he has said or done. To avoid causing himself, or others, pain from the effects of his mind and the words and actions that are results of his mind, Legend's thoughts reside in the recesses of his mind, in the darkest of places where no light ever touches, and where his shadow will never leave a mark.

➳ extra;;

Once, when I was young, I spoke my mind. The true thoughts I felt, without ever considering what I was about to say.

'What a scared, pathetic boy you are.' You don't say it aloud, but I can see it in your eyes, the way you look down upon me with disdain.

'Spoke his mind once? What a wimp. He'll amount to nothing.' Your thoughts are so loud, so obvious.

Why is this, you ask? I'll tell you.

I once spoke my mind, and now I'm afraid.


• • • • • • • • •


It had been a bright, sunny day- to my horror. You see, as a child, I was terrified of my shadow. Always there, mocking, never able to be caught. It hears everything you say and runs off, harboring your deepest secrets. When it was cloudy and rainy, I rejoiced. The silent intruder would not come upon me that say. But when it was sunny and bright, I was scared. Scared of what could happen. Scared of what the dancing dark shape would take from me.

I had been with a friend, one who is no longer such, and we had been playing among the trees in a small park. My friend had been laughing, and it had been directed at me. Me, a child with a mind as innocent as a newborn dove, had confided in him my deepest secret. "My shadow," I had said in a hushed whisper as we hid among the roots of an ancient oak, "it scares me." I don't know what I was expecting his answer would be. Would he promise to protect me from my enemy? Would he stay by my side as I collapsed into a pile of tears?

But no. Instead, he jumped up, practically crying with laughter. "Scared of your own shadow? Ha!" He danced around me, taunting and jeering, hooting and laughing. I sat there, my secret out, my hope of a friend, a comforter, diminishing rapidly as he yelled what I had contained for years.


• • • • • • • • •


'That wasn't that bad.' You think, 'You can't shake a joke?'

But no, you don't understand. No one ever does.

If I hadn't shared that, where would I be now instead? What life would I be leading?

But I didn't think of what I was going to say. I just said it, pouring a piece of my soul into the world, where it was eaten alive.

That's why I'm terrified of myself. That's why I can't stand it.

Words can change our lives in an instant. Our thoughts rule the world of emotions.

Our words, even our thoughts, can tear down others until there is nothing left but a shell.

Out thoughts could burn the world.


• • • • • • • • •


I was broken by my own thoughts, my own words.

I hate my mind. It's like a shadow- never leaving and always creeping towards you, waiting to pounce.

So now it stays in the dark, where the shadows will stay away and the world can live on in peace.



-498/499

[emberheart.]

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υѕєяηαмє -emberheart.
ηαмє -Kestral <Kes/•/tral> Nickname would be Kes
gєη∂єя -male
fєαя? -His fear is rather one of a kind. Pretty silly to be honest, let alone hard to live with. His greatest fear is something that's practically unheard of for a creature like himself. What is it exactly? Well, he's afraid of tails. Rat tails, cat tails, curled tails, floofy tails, yes, even his own tail. You might be thinking, how ever does that work out? Well, he basically keeps his head forward most of the time, and he doesn't curl up in a ball to sleep at night because he would see it. He adverts his eyes from other plumie's tails as well.

He's had his fear since he was a small one, ever since his sibling scared the living heck out of him in the middle of the night by creeping under his bed and swishing his tail to make scary sounds and movements. Little did he know that that would traumatize him for life. He thought it was something with tentacles or maybe a snake, and because of this he's also rather afraid of things that somewhat resemble a tail too. He's grown used to it now though, and it's just an everyday thing. He just has to go about his day a little different than others to make it work.

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[ardentsongbird]

username- WolfSorrow86
name- Maverick
gender- Female
what do they fear the most? - Being abandoned or rejected.
1 extra (1 piece of art or writing under 500 words)-
http://wolfartist86.deviantart.com/art/ ... a_recent=1

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[Jinx.]

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[knifekind]

xxx

username - yowzah.
name - felix felicis, a potion in harry potter,
know better as liquid luck
gender - female
what do they fear the most? - teenagers.
they're just so unpredictable.. who knows
what they could be up to?
personality -
grumpy, blunt, honest
sassy, warm-hearted.

[Golden.AUO]

Username- Bloodscythe

Name- Marianne

Gender- Female

What does she fear the most? - Forgetting; Specifically Important things like events, what she's done that day, her friends, etc...




How Long is a Day? -

Morning, bright and cheery as the dusky clouds floated into oblivion. An early start as usual for Marianne, eat her breakfast, shower, check the weather, and run off to work at the coffee shop. Today was the same as every other, but once she sat down to check the weather, her mind clicked. She had changed, but no shower. She hadn't even noticed that she had skipped it, though it wasn't really needed. It took a little longer for her to see what the weather was because of her schedule change, but it was kinda nice to relax for a bit.

The real problem came with work. The first half hour went by smoothly, not a single missed order or forgotten customer. But by the time the hour and a half marker rolled around, her mind was fading. A wrong order here, the impatient, ignored customer there, and a few times standing in the back room, completely confused why she was there. It was nightmarish for her to be so horrible at her job. It had never been this difficult for her since she got the hang of it two years ago. What had changed? Her sleeping schedule was the same, not even a hour under or over, same old lunch and dinner plans as normal, and she hadn't even went out with her friends the night before. So why did her memory seem to be shorting out today?

After struggling through work, Marianne was almost too fatigued to drag herself to the grocery store. Home seemed so much more welcoming than spending even longer out in the world. Especially with her cognitive functions on the fritz. It was scary going through a day without knowing just what was happening. And her worse fear was realized when she pulled up into the driveway; Like usual she took the groceries in, but for the life of her she couldn't remember the trip to and from the grocery store. She just lost the time between leaving work and getting home. Which scared the living daylights out of her. She couldn't live, skipping time between things, and barely keeping her head above water at work. She had thought about vitamins to help her brain function, and adding more protein to her diet. It was no surprise that she had pulled those out of the grocery bags. A good night's rest was all Marianne could think about now. She hoped the usual sleep cycle, with an added nightly vitamin,
would help her memory come back.
The added vitamin seemed to work into the next few days. She still fumbled with orders here and there, but she didn't lose time like before. There was no way she could handle another attack like that again. Many precautions were set up to prevent it, but the lurking fear that it could happen again keeps her on her toes.

[nyota]

rhythm - laurel - female

what do they fear the most?

wip
1 extra (1 piece of art or writing under 500 words)- probs writing