[lumilys]

username: poemo

name: graham sloan

gender: male

day or night:
" the flowers wilt at night in my town. i need the sun's light to observe
them, so day of course. the quality of my tattoos
depends on how well i can replicate the flower's beauty in my own
way, and i'm 100% sure that the moon won't let me do that.
the sun also gives me energy to work hard throughout
the day, and my service may be poor if i work during night. overall,
operating and sketching out designs at night is an unreasonable idea if
you ask me.
and for the last time, i am not a workaholic! "

100/100 words

[Imagine_Ink]

𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕖
Imagine_Ink | Female

Day or night. There's no in between.

Selene's world is divided in two. Half the land shrouded by darkness, and the other constantly bathed in light. Neither side cares for the other, resulting in a terrible war, ongoing for nearly a century.

Selene is torn. Despite the opposition for each other, she believes the two sides can live in peace. She's heard of a time where day and night existed for both worlds, in a constant cycle. If the cycle returned, the war could end. They could make peace.

Day or night. It's not a decision Selene wants to make.

(100/100 words)

[bostonlobstah]

username; Sugar Silkie~
name; Kailani
gender; Female
day or night; [max 100 words or one 500x500 or smaller art piece]

This drawing speaks for itself.

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oh I sure hope this is 500x500
I think it is though
I put way too much effort into this

[Ivyscribblez]

username;
name;
gender;
day or night; [max 100 words or one 500x500 or smaller art piece]

[Mima]

username; mima
name; juno
gender; female
day or night;
the sound of cicadas droning to call in the evening was soothing, their refrain like a constant companion throughout this summer heat. even though the days had long since bled into the evening by now, there was still something wonderful about being able to peer out of her screen window and stare up at the stars. ever since she was a kit, she had marveled at how far away they seemed. and even now, looking up at them, they were still so far out of reach.

some things never changed, did they?

[mpdg]

username;

phunkies
name;

isobel
gender;

female
day or night;

i have no idea where i am—this museum's like a maze. why'd they make it so hard to steal from? luckily, my prize is still safe in my backpack. i just need to get out before—

"found her!"

great.

i sprint through what feels like hundreds of corridors, then into a courtyard. i must've been running for a while—it's pitch black outside. perfect. night's the best time for making escapes. i slip around some hedges and onto the street, then duck into a nearby alleyway.

under the dim moonlit glow, the stolen diamond in my bag sparkles beautifully.

[cribunni]

aloe~ || Freya || female



We are all a lonely night. Our faces reflect a light that flickers in the distance; we call this hope. This light is the most important thing on this planet as we venture through the shadows that are ourselves. We are the dark side of the moon. We are void of footprints, and any sign of life was snuffed out of our lungs years ago. But despite this, the sky around us explodes in light. Every night, I look to the stars. Each one has a name, a purpose. We see that light in others. We call this love. Night.

[Meridiem]

username; Meridiem
name; Albite
gender; Female
day or night; WIP
[max 100 words or one 500x500 or smaller art piece]

[Creme Eggs]

username; Creme Eggs
name; Ashly
gender; male (afab)
day or night; Night:
he ran forward the wind blowing in his ears fluffing out his fur the stars watching from above, the moon glistening right in front of Ashly. the sun so so far away. the wet grass tickled Ashly's paws and he chased the glowing moon he knew he had to get back but it wouldn't hurt to stay out a little longer would it? he ran faster and faster he had to get to the dark river before it was too late, before the sun came up.

[Khilla]

username; ~nynx~

name; Philimena

gender; Female

day or night; [max 100 words or one 500x500 or smaller art piece]

Night
Philimena savores the evening crisp of the silver moon, as well as looking at the stars that brightly but softly flicker above her. There is something that she can not explain, the feeling of the night is just nostalgic...and a mystery. The stars chanted lullabies as she gazes from afar, while the moon hovers down to peer at the slumber. Her senses start to awaken at nightfall, and at the crack of dawn, she ends with a rest. That is no wonder why, she calls Night her own.

100/100