[Vordai]

I could never properly connect with Gabrielle even though they're super pretty and so in the spirit of December, I'm going to readopt this cutie out so someone else can give them some attention!

With the holidays fast approaching I figured this would be the perfect time for a gift themed prompt. So that means:

This Kalon has entered a secret santa and just recieved their gift!
• What did they receive?
• And how did they react to this gift?

You have 500 words max or one image to complete this prompt with. There's also an extra of another 200 words or one image!
Prettying up is allowed but doesn't affect judging!

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This will end in two weeks time on the 20th december^^
Extensions may be asked for, and will be given if enough people ask. Please PM me if the word count isn't enough to fulfil the prompt and
Happy Holidays <3

[Meduz]

Username: Meduz
Kalon Name: Aria
Kalon Gender:
Secret Santa Prompt:
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[trans]

res! :'>

[Firedancer77]

Oh hell just gonna mark for this amazing babe o.o

[ThatGuyArrow]

Username:Lppscorgi
Kalon Name:Falicity
Kalon Gender:Female
Secret Santa Prompt: she received some cute galaxy socks and a galaxy tail warmer! she was super excited because her tail kept getting cold and she loved galaxy!
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[PARK]

Username: dewdrop ghoul
Kalon Name: lore
Kalon Gender: nonbinary (they/them)
Secret Santa Prompt:
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsocks..? trying to hide a crestfallen face isn't easy, but they try. really, they do. swallowing their disappointment, they bring the pair of white socks close to their chest and soften their expression with a lopsided smile.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"nice, aren't they?" lore's classmate steps forward, looking genuinely excited and they find it really hard to be angry at the poor guy. lore nods. well, at least they can use them, anyway.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlunch. lore's classmates huddle together in groups, showing off the gifts they received from their secret santas. even lore's gifter shares in the excitement of the festivities. sighing, they turn to face out the window while they silently chew their sandwich. they could have at least been colorful...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthey're shaken from thought by the sound of a chair scraping across the tile floor. turning their head, lore finds themself face to face with their classmate again, whose eyes shine much too brightly at the moment. now they're getting annoyed. "did you need something?"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"great gift, right?" lore doesn't answer. doesn't even make a point to act grateful. they almost find the courage to speak their mind— almost— but the guy interrupts them with a burst of uproarious laughter. "listen, man, i know. socks, right? it's a kid's worst nightmare..."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyeah, and?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"okay, well." their classmate leans in, lowering their voice with a keen smile. "listen, wait 'til the end of the day and then turn 'em inside out, alright? make sure no one's watchin'."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand with that he scoots back in his chair and heads back to his group of friends, who are now loudly debating if it would suck having a birthday on christmas.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxoh, boy. what could be in the socks then, that lore has to wait until they're alone to look inside? they huff, brow furrowed. another prank? shrugging, they turn their attention back to lunch.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxafter school, most of the students rush to get home to start their winter break. a handful dawdle, chatting with each other about their plans for the couple weeks they have off. lore waits by their locker, fidgeting with various books, pens, and papers to look busy until everybody clears out. their eyes keep darting to the front pocket of their backpack where their mysterious gift is safely tucked.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfinally alone. the halls are quiet, save for a teacher shuffling around here and there. lore holds their breath as they unzip the pocket and tentatively pull the balled up socks out. come to think of it, something seems to be caught down in the toe end of one of the socks and it crinkles when lore squeezes it. their heart races as they reach inside. they pull out a scrap of paper. there's something written in chickenscratch on it.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcheck the other sock, dork, after some squinting lore deciphers it and rolls their eyes, turning the other sock inside out.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsomething falls to the floor at their feet. it's a small plastic rectangle. lore squats to pick it up and turn it over...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"surprise!" lore jumps, spinning on their heel. there's their classmate. he has his hands clasped behind his back, and he's rocking back and forth on his feet with a big, goofy grin on his face.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"a gift card." they smile softly, gazing at the little card in their hand. nintendo, $100, it says in bright, bold letters. "this is... too much. i mean, thanks. but it's—"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"don't sweat it. got a part time job on the weekends an' i've been savin' for a while. figured i'd go all out for secret santa this year, y'know?"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"i don't have a switch or anything." lore slouches a bit, handing the card back. "sorry."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"oh... that's too bad." the other kal sighs, and his hands move out from behind his back— only to present a bright red box to lore, grinning even wider than before. lore's jaw drops. they stare in disbelief. they work their throat to say something, but their classmate cuts them off. "said i went all out, didn't i? so, how about we hang out sometime this week? we can go to the store, get ya a couple games, play together!"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlore nods, dumbfounded.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"sweet. it's a date!"

[combined prompt and extra, 700/700 words]

[SilhouetteStation]

Username: SilhouetteStation
Kalon Name: Arietta (Ari)
Kalon Gender: demigirl (she/they)

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I'd thought that Christmas in the home wouldn't really be all that different to Christmas out of the home, but I was wrong. Here I was, sitting on the couch wearing a ridiculous reindeer sweater and a pair of antlers. Wonky fairy lights were strung up in the kitchen. Tinsel littered the floor almost a month after we'd put the tree up. Scraps of wrapping paper were spread across the carpet. Ollie was on his third cup of cocoa, and Nils had been told off for spilling his first. But everyone was laughing, and everything was warm, and happy, and messy in the most wonderful way possible.

"Secret Santa time!" Elise announced, coming back into the living room and plonking herself down in the armchair. Nils - her biological son - and Ollie - her adopted son - started pulling out the last presents from under the tree. Deacon followed her in soon after, and took a seat on the floor to lean back against the couch I was on. He was a good man. Him and Elise had been in care until they were adopted together, and they were closer than a lot of birth siblings I'd seen. After seeing his sister adopt, he decided to open his own home to a foster child; me.

Not everyone would have been able to handle me. I knew I'd been a brat. People wanted babies, not the stroppy punk teenager with the shaved eyebrow and bad attitude. But Deacon was different; he listened. He understood. He was the closest thing to a father I'd ever had. Any kid would be lucky to have him. And this was a wonderfully mixed family, all wearing these comical sweaters, who sang along to the radio together in the car, and had name magnets on the fridge. Quirky, but wonderful.

The presents were handed out, and everyone gave theirs an experimental shake and prod. My box felt oddly light. Before I could think about it more, we were opening them one by one. There were always going to be a few joke presents. I got Nils a chicken plush toy - the boy loved them, and it'd match the onesie. Elise got a mug the size of her head - 'for the morning coffee', Nils said. She got Ollie a colorful ten pack of guitar pics; we all knew he lost them every five minutes. Ollie got Deacon a pair of reindeer socks, which were very appropriate.

Then came my turn. All eyes were eagerly watching me, and there was an excitement fizzing in the air that I didn't fully understand. Slowly, almost cautiously, I opened the lid of the box and blinked at what was inside.

A magnet with my name on it.

Underneath, a piece of paper. I picked it up, hands suddenly shaking, eyes suddenly watering. I looked at Deacon, his bright eyes, his smile. "We love you, kiddo," he said softly. "All you need to do is say yes."

Somehow, the adoption papers felt warm.

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[Thani]

Username: Thani
Kalon Name: Monroe
Kalon Gender: Female
Secret Santa Prompt:

Monroe wasn't sure how the tradition had started, just that It felt weird to not host it every winter.
When the first snowfall of the year began to fall, Monroe and her small group of friends would take to the market streets and shop to their hearts content.

"You ready to pull names from the bin?" Monroe spoke out earlier that day , shaking the bin full of bits of paper with their names written on it.
They each took turns pulling out names, whoever they got would be the person their gift would go to. It was a simple thing but kept things exciting every year, never knowing who you would get.

By the end of the week, as Christmas neared ever closer the group of friends would all meet up at their secret hideout and exchange gifts.
"I knew you would love the scarf !! You always go on and on about how old the on you have is" One of them chimed out, quite proud of how practical their gift was.
"its supposed to be a secret who it came from !" another kit chimed in, rolling her eyes at their over eccentric friend.


"Okay monroe you're up next !" Monroe reached into the pile of presents and read the tags looking for the one that had her name written on it. A small, well wrapped pink present with her name smoothly written on cursive found its way into her paws. All the kits around her looked on with excitement, to see what gift monroe would get this year. She gently peeled the paper back, revealing a white box underneath. Lifting the box lid off she made a small gasp looking at the contents inside of it. A small wooden music box was inside, with what looked to be a pendant necklace dangling gently overtop it.

"What is it monroe let us see !"
Monroe gently pulled it out of the box, trying to be very careful with it as it looked so delicate.
ooos and aaa's came from the group as they examined the gift, whoever the buyer was kept it a secret perfectly.

She was in awe at how perfectly sculpted the music box was


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[Divantae]

Username: Divantae
Kalon Name: Humbert
Kalon Gender: Male
Secret Santa Prompt:
"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch."

Neon eyes fixed upon the light bouncing into the windows of the school, the swirling clouds of snow beneath cushioning the sun's rays. Many a time he would be drawn to these windows, a barrier between the warmth of the class and the frigid snow. That was what it was like for them at least; for Humbert, he was born into winter and he lived for every second of it. Coldness wasn't such a bad thing.

Indeed, the icy abyss outside would be much preferable than the Christmas cheer inside, the feverish chattering of other students cracking open their gifts. He hadn't the foggiest idea who had his gift, but he made sure to leave the gift he bought at the other kit's desk. They at least seemed enraptured by it: a fancy gold gyroscope spinning continuously round and round on the floor. Its brilliant glow had caught the attention of most of the other students, almost as a magician's wand would. Even if Humbert never got a good gift of his own, he was sure he'd always give the best gift, no matter what. He had the talent of knowing others very well, enough to tell what they would like most, all anonymous of course; he'd never reveal his secrets. Yet, he wished he wasn't in the classroom, not wishing to receive a gift. After all, he was always so barred off from the world, in his own little tundra. The stillness of winter suited him.

The bell screamed, marking the beginning of the class, yet his gift-giver had still not made themselves known. Did he even have one to begin with? He supposed he'd be too difficult to read to even get a gift anyways. It appeared that every one of his peers was in the class, yet he was the only one without. A flush of embarrassment overtook him as the others seemed to notice him, paws and desk empty.

His teacher had flicked on the projector and put the objectives down for the students to jot down while she made her way to a closet, popping it open as they were all distracted with note-taking. Humbert just as swiftly dismissed his blush as he convinced himself that it was probably for the best that he didn't get a gift. Just as he was about to finish writing, the teacher gently set a... plank onto his desk, obscuring his paper?

No, silly, that's a snowboard! After realizing what it was, his eyes met his teacher's, a grin slowly infecting his lips. She started to explain herself, "I see how much you like the snow outside, so I thought I'd get you something to do besides just watching it."

Humbert's eyes flickered, blinking, "I guess I'm that easy to read, haha!" He nodded to his teacher, finally finding someone who was as good at gift-giving as he was. "Thank you, I'll put it to good use."

[494/500 words]

[justamindset]

Username: DragonOfEmber
Kalon Name: Tabitha
Kalon Gender: Female
Secret Santa Prompt:
Having landed on earth after their ship crashed, Tabi loves anything related to human technology. Her friend Artemis - an aspiring astronaut in training - saved up to get Tabi their own gaming console so she could expand her friend group. Tabi, overjoyed at her gift, sets up her console right away, spending hours learning how to play games like minecraft and overwatch.

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