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a gentle soul with a southern twang. can be tracked
down by following the sound of a sad harmonica
tune carried on the wind. has tired, droopy eyes,
even for her young age. kind of dense. avoids cur
se words like the plague- would rather say "leap
ing lizards!" than any explicative.xxx 50 words.
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× cold weather
× her dad
× the farm
× being cooped up
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✓ wildflowers
✓ the farm cats
✓ lazy sundays
✓ girls

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all stella really does is tend to the farm, gets frustrated with the dumb chickens,
plays harmonica and guitar, and wishes she was anywhere besides the lousy
farm. after telling her father that she wanted to go to uni for theatre, she
was a lesbian, and that their stupid ranch was a waste of time, he literally
packed up and left her with the property when she turned nineteen. even
still, she's not over when he left; she experiences a lot of grief and anger
towards her father. nevertheless, with him gone, she can live her own, slow-
paced life. a few of her other hobbies include lazying around in her orchard,
collecting old, vintage bottle caps, and online shopping for flannels. she owns
tons already, but with no one else at the farm, she has no self-control. peep
her wearing a flannel and cuffed jeans to her wedding, probably. xxxxxxxx 149 words.
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"follow me."

stella's hair was a mess, but her heart beating at a thousand miles per hour was
reallythe focal point of her attention. after an intense game of kickball at their
tiny country school, the young kal & her best friend had snuck behind the
building. stellhad no idea what her pal had in store for her.

"stell," her friend muttered. "i have a question."

the blonde tilted her head. "yea? ask away." her heart was still scurrying about-
almost like a possum! good comparison, you country girl, you.

her friend was blushing- her cheeks were bright. they looked hot to the touch,
like a branding iron right off the flame.

"my momma asks me if i like any boys," her friend began, pausing with a
nervous shuffle of her feet. "but what if i like... girls?" she paused again,
noticing stella's confusion. "can i try something, stell?" the other kal
nodded, still a bit lost, but her face was just as bright as her friend's
when the other leaned in for a smooch.

and as her heart beat even faster than before, she realized two things. one: "i
like girls." two: "poppa can't know about this." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx short story: 200 words.
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stella lives a simple life: maintain the farm, whistle a couple tunes while
doing it, and think about how darn much she despises the farm as she does it.
her father decided that she would take over, to her disdain. she's adjusted,
though. mostof her time is spent working outdoors, day after day; she tends
to get restless when she's idle. her 100-year-old farmhouse has random vases
of wildflowers almost every-where. the rocking chair on her front porch gets
much use from afternoon naps. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx likes/dislikes: 100 words.

[Lady Tuesday]

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[Delete account;]

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personality:
Margalo is ambitious, intelligent, joyful, and very kind. She tends to keep herself hidden towards new people, but she is very extroverted when it comes to being around her family and friends.
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wip :3

[mars]

huge res !!!

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[pim]

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- metal detector/treasure finding ( diving/detector/purchasing)
-res wip!!

[Thebattleangel]

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[redhorizon]

username: Bailey-Boo
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[zoocyte]

username: saccharin
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extra writing: [ max 200 words ]-fake psychic? -tarot card reader-fablehaven manager -hotel for monsters
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username , toadkind
name , lilith .... gender , nonbinary

personality ... 46/50
lilith is a gentle creature, despite what their hobbies and occupation
may suggest. they care heavily for what others think of them, and of
ten go out of their way in order to please others. despite this, they
sometimes still come across as standoffish and eerie in nature.

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likes .. gardening, mystery novels, dissection, taxidermy, visiting the mount
ains, the company of close friends, reptiles (especially snakes!), creating
flower arrangements, old literature, classic horror movies, medical-core
aesthetics, bones, birds

dislikes .. too-bright places, disappointing others, romantic comedies, lonel
iness, spicy foods, staying in one place for too long (their ticks begin to act
up and it makes them embarrassed), sudden loud noises, water and being
wet in general, mud, dogs

68/100

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history & hobbies ... 150/150
in their early teenage years, lilith was chosen to become the apprentice of a scientist. their work, early on, consisted of standing by as the doctor conducted surgeries and sometimes borderline dangerous experiments on patients, and noting the reactions that the patients' bodies would have in response to the various chemicals. lilith was absolutely taken by their work; they lived to study nearly everything they could get their hands on, and the doctor seemed to appreciate their over-analysis and attention to detail. it was quite a well functioning working relationship. unfortunately though, lilith failed to realize the lack of humanity in assisting in the experimentation of others, until of course their mentor was taken away and sent to prison. now grieving and guilt-stricken, lilith felt awful for being so blind to their actions, and now spends their days attempting to correct their wrongdoings, by helping others in small, minuscule ways.

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extra writing ... 200/200
the first sound othello hears is the steady beeping of the monitor.

when he opens his eyes, he is shaking, laying in a near-puddle of his own sweat as he attempts to process the scene around him. his mouth hurts, and when he speaks, it sounds scratchy and unfamiliar. "where am i?" he whimpers, eyes darting around the room until finally, they land on a figure to the side of his cot. the kalon stands, and they are small, and their hair frames their soft features. "hush now, youre safe." the voice is gentle, but othello cannot bring himself to look at them. instead, his eyes are trained on a headband the stranger wears, which sport silky-looking bunny ears. "what are you wearing?" he asks, confusion evident in his tone. the stranger flushes, and when they respond, they stutter, "i-i.. i thought they might make you feel less nervous?" othello takes another moment to asses the situation. this creature before them is obviously a nurse; a rather nervous one at that. they are harmless; he doesnt need to see the ears to know this.

he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, "...im safe?"
the stranger smiles, "yes, youre safe."

[christina.]

♥username♥ christina.
♥name♥ princess clementine II
♥gender♥ female
♥personality♥ 45 words
she is a sweet princess with a heart made of honeysuckles and blooming roses. she fights for those who can’t fight for themselves and gives to the poor when she can. she is sometimes called the black sheep of the family for her charitable actions.

♥likes/dislikes♥ 55 words
likes: flowers, storytelling, romance novels, candle making, museums, poetry, shakespeare, sewing, baking, gardening, old paintings, helping those in need

dislikes: being alone, hats, mud or dirt of any kind, disappointing those she cares about, ignorance (in relation to how her family treats the poor), how indecisive she is, loud noises, bees (she’s afraid of them!)

♥hobbies/history♥ 150 words
clementine was born into a very wealthy royal family, and is their only heir. from the moment she uttered her first words, she was taught that her decisions, however small they might be, would impact her entire future, and that she must stick to the ways of her family if she wanted to succeed. she first expressed her overwhelming kindness by pardoning a stray dog that had wandered into the rose gardens and had eaten all of their bread, and things progessed from there, until she spoke with her aunt about how she wanted to do more, and how her heart ached for the beggars and the servants and all those mistreated in the world. in the end, her aunt was estranged under the impression that she was influencing clementine to “act out”. from then on, she vowed to do as much good as she possible could in her position.



♥extra writing♥ 199 words
clementine smiled sweetly as she handed out freshly-plucked oranges and warm bread to the beggars that lived in the heart of her city. her heart soared whenever they told her how much they loved her for doing this, and occasionally she would have to step back and take a breather so they wouldn’t see her crying. she was used to hearing them weep over her humbleness and the thankful smiles of those who hadn’t eaten for days, but sometimes it was just too much for her poor heart.

“guards! princess, cover your face! quickly, quickly—“

she pulled the torn hood over her head, but she knew she wouldn’t be recognized. with dirt on her face and her laying freely on her shoulders, she looked nothing like the pristine image her parents had brought her up to be.

“have you seen the princess? she’s late to a meeting—“

she stayed in the shadows and held her breath until they passed by, and their voices had become nothing but a buzzing, mindless mumbling.

after a few moments, she felt a paw on her shoulder. “they’re gone now, princess clementine. it’s alright.”

she smiled and hugged her own friend. “thank you, my dear.”