[shadows.]

marking!
name: quincy (might change)
gender: non-binary (they/them)
prompt: someone who makes others happy

story ideas:
- used to be a very selfish child
- lost someone important to them bc of it
- learned the hard way how to be a better person
- daily goal to make at least one person smile

[quit-cs]

(by me)

username: hannahbun
name: Prince Sohiel Landranar
gender: Male
prompt:

"This just in! A long lost Prince, heir to the fae kingdom throne, has been found! Earlier today we managed to get an interview. Here is how that went!"

(Sohiel is sat in a chair looking almost dejected, but to be honest, he's likely sleep deprived)

Q: So, you're the newly found Prince and heir to the throne of the Fae. What's going on in your mind?
(Sohiel sighs)
A: I'm gonna be honest for a moment here. I'm scared and confused. It's exciting but also not exactly what I want to do with my life. I don't want royal duties, interviews or anything related to my newly found heritage.

Q: Can we ask why?
A: Sure, I'll answer that. I want to pursue modelling and fashion. Ever since I was a kid that's what I wanted most in life. King of the fae? No way! But king of high fashion? Now THAT is something I can get behind.

Q: Hmm.. fair enough. What brought upon the discovery you were really royalty?
A: I did a genetics test. I knew I was adopted and I wanted to see where I came from, my parents were okay with it, and then we got my results. The look on my parents' faces when the results mentioned my biological parents are the now deceased King and Queen of the Fae.

Q: Did you try and keep it hidden that you were royalty? If so, why?
A: We wanted to keep it hidden, and we were able to for a while but it was difficult. My aunt, dad's sister, had come out and apparently they weren't happy she was over. Apparently she likes to snoop around. And that's exactly what she did. She found the big long letter of my results and read all of them. She then demanded to know why we didn't tell anyone, and if we didn't tell her, she threatened to tell everyone of my results. We told her but she still shouted word to the world that I was actually a prince. It's just what I'm telling you. I want to pursue fashion and modeling. One day release my own lines of clothes and bring a new way of looking at clothes to the high fashion community. I want to start a fashion empire.

Q: Can you tell us more about what you want to bring to fashion?
(Sohiel's face lights up).
A: Absolutely! (He pulls out a sketchbook filled with designs and opens it). This (pointing to a sketch on the first page) is the first design I ever made. It'll be one of the first things I ever create. I'll even model it myself.

(The interviewer seems interested in his work and smiles along with Sohiel. For a moment, everyone watching TV gets a view of what Sohiel has sketched and designed. Then the camera pans back to Sohiel and the interviewer).

Q: Well, for starters, I love what you've done! Anything else you want to tell us?
A: I guess I'll mention what everyone is likely dying to hear. I don't know whether or not I'll accept or reject my title as the prince, and ascend as the Fae King. I was raised as a small town, fashion forward guy, I don't know the first thing about how to rule a kingdom. If there were someone who could teach me how to be 'royal' then I'd be more likely to accept the title, but it's still freaky, and I doubt there's anyone out there who could teach me what being royal means. For now though, I'm gonna continue to pursue my fashion inspired dreams while I think long and hard about my royal heritage. I can say I don't want to let the fae people down. But I also have an obligation to myself. Maybe I'll ascend to the throne when I'm ready, but for now, I'm gonna focus on other things. Everyone, please give me time and space to think on this. No mobbing me on the streets, no more interviews. I fear that I'd become a broken king from all the pressure...

(The interviewer nods and Sohiel gets out of the chair and walks off, flicking his tail behind him).

(706 words)

[~Ash Wolf~]

Mark

[Loelya]

𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒:
Loelya
𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒:
Ivory
𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇:
agender (they/them)
𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉:
Who do they want to be?

There is such a great divide between the sea and the sky.
They want to be the one to bring those two worlds together.

The sea below - so vast and so mighty.
The sky above - so infinite and so lofty.

The cavern, the firmament, the space that yawns between them, separates the world of the clouds from the world of the depths. Finned creatures make their home amongst the submerged stones and corals, but never lift their heads to look above. Winged beasts dance through the wind and soar and laugh, but never bow their heads to look below.

When I am on the beach
I watch you held aloft way out of my reach

But the blue is constant, it carries, it delves into the currents of the air and the currents of the sea, and at the close of each day when the sun sets and paints the world in hues of pink and orange, the rays touch down
where the sea meets the sky,
where the world comes together, and that-
That is the place that Ivory knows the bridge must be built.

But I cannot take flight
Or float upon the air the way that you might

It's not easy, gathering the stones for the bridge. They are hidden, as wishes in wells, the last words of an unfinished story, the fog of a whisper against a cold pane of glass. They are not tangible things, but they are beautiful, and they mark the brief existence of a moment of hope. To know, and be known. To see, to bond, to be.

Ivory finds the stones and carries them each one by one to the horizon, where the sun sets and the world comes together. They lay each stone in its place, and bid seafoam and cloud vapor to hold them secure. They build, they ache for the divide to be crossed, and they love - they love the sea, they love the sky. They belong to both. They cannot chose one family over the other.

When I am in the sea
You gaze down from the sky, trying to see me

The blue presses in, from above and from below, and Ivory builds a bridge.

"Come," they call, when it is finished.
"Come creatures of the sea, rejoice in the wind beneath your breast.
Come, beasts of the sky, delight in the water flowing over your back.
Cross from one world to the other. Be with each other."

.
..
...
There is no answer.

For the creatures below and the beasts above never longed for the world of the other. Never wondered.




But Ivory does not let the bridge fade. They keep it and they care for it. They sleep upon its stones made of hope. They watch the vast and mighty sea ebb and flow against the boundaries of the infinite, lofty sky. They wait, they ache, and yearn. They love.

They love the sea. They love the sky.
They cannot choose one family over the other.

And someday - they have faith - someday, they will not be waiting on their bridge alone.

-
quoted song lyrics are from "The Airway" by Owl City
word count: 515 words

[shogun]

username:
name:
gender:
prompt:

res ohhwow

[MezzaWolf2]

username: MezzaWolf2
name: Hope
gender: Agender
prompt: WIP

[ajohanna]

mark nwn

ajohanna

[Swishy & Broken]

mark

[gloomyghost]

username: gloomyghost
name: Everest
gender: nb
prompt: 750
“my heart is made of porcelain but it is full of gold” (fragile character wanting to be a strong leader)

small mark! ive fallen in love with this bab ack-

[justamindset]

username: DragonOfEmber
name: Willa
gender: Female
prompt:
Willa wants to be known for her kind heart. Her parents were self-absorbed and tended to abuse others, including herself. This gave her family a warranted bad reputation, and Willa is deadset on changing the world's view of her. Whenever possible, she donates money to orphanages, and volunteers at different homeless shelters.