[SilverSamurai]

Username;; Nishinoya Yū
Name;; Nabi, 나비
Gender;; Female

Here Comes A Thought is my favorite thing ever and this is what happens when it's been on repeat for an hour rip me

mmmm pretty blue viscet, to win them tell me what they're afraid of in 500 words or less. You can include why they are afraid of it or why it bothers them, or even if they have conquered a past fear. Explaining in a story is fine as well, as long as it addresses the question!
Prettying up is fine, but won't really count. One extra is allowed and completely optional. It can be up to 300 extra words (in a separate part of the form, not counted towards the 500 required explanation), a song, a single piece of art (no comics, simple animation is ok).

Ends in a little over a week- September 18th at 5pm est.

Have fun!

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Name;;
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What are they afraid of?;; 500 words max
Extra;; one allowed

[PikaPerfect]

mark

I've been going crazy with entering for these cutes oml ;v;

[funderful;;]

username;; funderful;;
name;; belianova the name is a combined name, which means "chasing white butterflies"
gender;; biologicaly female pansexual - panromantic - polyamorous - they/them pronouns
what are they afraid of?;;



Fear.
Pain.
Despair.

It was the same lullaby that was sung in their mind.

Anger.
Shock.
Regret.

Wounds were scorched into their body.

The viscet's eyes were closed as they cradled themselves in the arms of the cold air. Memories leaked into their mind, one by one like raindrops.

About a mile away, there was a festival in a nearby kingdom. It glowed luminously with life. Blue lanterns had lit up once the sun went down, with beautiful kites and ribbons that draped along the skyline. Crystalline carvings were on display, and the aroma of delicacies attracted hungry viscets. But a dawning memory haunted the celebration.

A whisper could be heard in the distance:

Chasing butterflies;
Glinting swords, both dressed in red;
Mind shrouded by thoughts.

A story was told once again.

- - - - - - -

Belianova was standing on the marble platform, preparing themselves for another training session as they polished their long, narrow sword. They paused to look up at the bright, yellow sun. It glowed, casting everything in a bright, golden light, from their very pelt, to their silver sword-

and a white butterfly.

The blue viscet was highly intrigued. They felt a calling deep inside, and they answered it. Slowly, they stepped forwards, and the butterfly drifted farther away. Belianova followed, running at full speed after the butterfly. They jumped off the platform, landing in a meadow. They chased each other through various landscapes, including a forest cast in an odd, blue light. They stopped there.

Suddenly, the white butterfly stopped and shot upwards, soon followed by many others. They erupted from their positions, swarming around the viscet in a cloud of white. Belianova stopped and stared, shocked at the sight. They circled around them, and realization shot through them.

Butterflies were rare in Belianova's home. Legends say that the touch of a butterfly was a blessing. Sadly, evidence couldn't be provided.

Something cold touched their nose, and they were plunged into a vision..

Viscets were running. fleeing from an unknown assailant. Fear had been struck into a festival like lightning. Tables were turned, and tarps had fallen. Many had been lost during the commotion. Viscets fell, and some didn't pick themselves up. Guards ran to the scene, but they soon perished or fled.

The attacker held two swords in their paws, dripping with scarlet. A mad glare glowered down at the fleeing viscets. One guard lunged towards the attacker, but the mad viscet raised both their swords at their opponent and..

slice.

The vision went forward, and the same figure stood in front of another figure. The mad figure turned rogue and lunged at the other figure, growling and snarling. The attacker clamped their jaws around the other's neck and..

crack.

Belianova was horrified. Whoever had told those stories were wrong. It was a curse, not a blessing.

They stared down at their sword, their reflection shone on its surface. They dropped it fearfully.

That very figure.. was them. They would be feared as..

..a threat.
..a monster.
..themselves.


art;; here comes a thought..

notes: - answer + story: 500/500 || extra: just a lil' art doodle

[Strudel]

Res (maybe)
I loved that whole episode (the feels!) but that song is really what made it ;u;
This is a beautiful 'cet
it evokes so many emotions right now <3

[Ravenshadow17]

Username;; Ravenshadow17
Name;; Whisper
Gender;; Female
What are they afraid of?;; 500 words max (It's a bit dark. Just a warning.)
Whisper was originally born into a loving family. However when she was still a young viscling one of her cousins turned rogue and burned down their family home. Whisper was the only one to escape. She ran for hours to the neighboring town where she took up residence in a tiny broken down shed. It was always dark there and she lived in this place for a few months before being discovered. The owners of the property were not kind to her and chased her off. She spent the rest of her childhood bouncing from place to place. Due to this rough childhood Whisper is terrified of trusting others only to be betrayed. And due to her lonely upbringing she is terrified of being left alone in the world again. Her two fears contradict each other and cause her to have a hard time making connections with others no matter how much she wants to connect.


Extra;; one allowed

Sort of a theme song, basically what she would tell her cousin if she could. Kelly Clarkson: Because of You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTTjLxXFg0k

[Guzma]

Dropping cause I honestly do not have the time to write this.

[-Shaded-]

You've done it again silver!!
Another great viscet <3

[ScarletFang]

Username;; Scarletfang
Name;; Harmony
Gender;; Female
What are they afraid of?;; "Failure"

Simply put, Harmony is most afraid of failure. She is the voice of reason to her friends and family, always grounded and observant, making her the perfect middle person when someone needs to settle an argument or ask for advice. However, with such an image comes the fear of failure. Every opinion, every solution, every thought that she deems worthy to help the ones seeking her aid comes with the price of her own self-doubt. She fears that she will lead them down the wrong path or that they will not find the happiness they are looking for because she hadn't thought through her options hard enough. Not only is she afraid of failing others but also failing herself. She knows what she's capable of and yet she cant help but think about all the 'what if's that could come to haunt her in her own time of desperation. Although she ignores and hides her own insecurities well, every once in a great while she will seek out a special someone of her own to talk to and allow the burden to slip from her shoulders.

Extra;; The Best Is Yet to Come by Sheppard

Take me to a different place
Where love is not illusion based
And fear is just a word they can't define

Where I've heard hope and happiness
Are found in every beating chest
'Cause all those hearts are more or less inclined

To give it all away without a fear of what's to break
The answer that we never seem to find
The hand we always take disintegrates without a trace
And we're the ones they've always left behind

Help me understand the best is yet to come
Take me by the hand before I come undone
'Cause all this emptiness has left me feeling numb
But it's darkest right before the sun

Now I've let moments pass me by
But I refuse to leave my life
To fall between the cracks of my control

I was outspoken 'til I broke open
All the chains that were imprisoning my soul

Help me understand the best is yet to come
Take me by the hand before I come undone
'Cause all this emptiness has left me feeling numb
But it's darkest right before the sun

And if you try to swim the other way
Then they'll never let you see another day

[Voice of hope/Friend singing]
But I've been there before
I've been a soldier in this war
If you take it in your stride
You might just see the other side

Just breathe, breathe
Because everything you seek
Is just a stone's throw away

[Main Singer Again]
Help me understand the best is yet to come
Take me by the hand before I come undone
'Cause all this emptiness has left me feeling numb
But it's darkest right before the sun

WIP (silently freaking out inside from the sheer awesomeness! Steven Universe!!! XD)

[gp5]

droppin

[dzo]

Username;; ~Prophecy
Name;; London (Means "fortress of the moon")
Gender;; Male
What are they afraid of?;; "I am afraid that I might be a bad Viscet. Not just someone who causes some minor trouble and insults others for fun, not anything like that. I am terrified that I might be an evil being. Deep down, I feel like I could be more into the "shadows" than I am in the "light." (I'm pretty sure my red eye is the demon trying to escape; the evil inside of me wanting to be free.) I keep trying my hardest to convince myself that I'm just a little paranoid, but as the days go on, it seems more like this is not just my wild imagination. I most definitely do have an evil side that wants to come out, and I'm afraid that this hidden evil side could actually be the true me. I keep having these thoughts of bad things, like hurting people on purpose, and it's very concerning. I can even feel some sort of satisfaction when I am thinking what I might end up saying or doing. Everytime it happens, I completely shut the thoughts down and try to think about anything and everything else, but the more I try, the more I'm actually thinking about the bad and not the good. I don't want to an evil Viscet. I feel as if I am going to explode one day and actually hurt someone or possibly worse. I worry that, if or when that day comes, I'll be pushed into the world of darkness that'll encase me forever. I'm afraid that if I let more than minor anger out, it will be the end of the good me, that it will be an opportunity for evil to take over. I feel as if I am a box that's trying to keep something dangerous that's wants to come out. I can't help feeling like I'm a messed up person. Sure, I've never broken the law nor committed large sins. This past winter I donated to charity to make myself feel better with convincing myself I am indeed not evil. I someday might become a danger for society, and not only might I end up hated by others for doing evil things, but I could also have a mental illness that's uncontrollable. I fear someday, it will just "happen" to me, like I'll just snap and never go back."
Extra;;

(Shows the bad/evil in red eye and struggles and fear in the blue eye.)