[fallenfishy]

I really wanna steal this squishy but I am resisting to let one of y’all own them!
The contest is gonna be a short impress me with a prompt of tell me about a weakness they have!
You have 750 words or one art piece and 50 words to answer the prompt.
You will also be allowed an extra not related to the prompt of 500 words or an art piece!

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Username:
Name:
Gender:
Tell me about a weakness they have: (750 words OR 1 art piece and 50 words explanation)
Extra: (optional 500 words or 1 art piece)

Edits: uncommon fins, uncommon ear edit

This will end in a week from today (May 14th) at 11 pm EST

[GrubbelSnapper]

Mark!

[ophanimera]

Username: bats
Name: Mamon Dida
Gender: male
Tell me about a weakness they have: Oh My God Dude. Get Help.
Extra: Hi! Welcome to my home! (personality piece)

wip... titles for the art files are posted here as placeholder.
will update with finished product closer to the deadline.

[ᴇᴜᴛᴏɴʏ]

Username: s e n e c i o
Name: dreamer
Gender: female
Tell me about a weakness they have: wip: naive/gullible, helpless romantic.
Extra: wip: their worst heartbreak.

[Thani]

soft mark

[Cultro]

Username: Cultro
Name: Aslan
Gender: Male
Tell me about a weakness they have:
When he was in love for the first time his girlfriend parted from him after a party, which he acknowledged with easing words and laughter, so that his grin and the dawn masked the single tear that ran from his eye.


Extra: Aslans weakness is one that may have helped him get where he is now in some way, but ... well, It shouldn´t underestimated.
He can´t allow weakness, no negative emotions at all, neither with himself nor with others.
Suppression is the be-all and end-all.
Being weak? Showing grief or fear?
No chance.
It's not even that he would really do it on purpose, or consciously.
As the successor to an exceptional man, he has raised the knowledge that a sign of vulnerability is a big mistake since young childhood.
Aslan is charismatic always in a good mood, optimistic, a leader type - popular.
At least if you look at his social bonds superficially.
His isolation from everything negative means that he is unable to form really close relationships.
All of them sooner or later break down because he withdraws or his partners and friends leave him because he allows no emotional depth.
The only ones who really can stand Askan for a long time are characters who also have their own mental quirks.

As a child, little Aslan did not have these problems, on the contrary.
He was someone to whom all his feelings were immediately written on his face wether in the form of laughs or tears.
This was particularly problematic since his father placed great emphasis on being good at tactical games and keeping a straight face.
His many losses in this games were not due to the fact that he was less intelligent, on the contrary - but his nervous ticks and honest facial expressions kept on making him lose and there were always conflicts with his father because of that.
Not only was his father dissatisfied with him, the other children, who saw how his father treated him and who repeatedly overpowered him with ease, although Aslan obviously did his best, laughed at him regularly.
So very, very early it started that he started to laugh at everything too.
He saw everything with "positive" eyes and pretended to be above the others and as if their words and opinions didn't harm him.
This also made him better at the games, his victories brought him new prestige, new friends, his father no longer shouted at him-

And soon he kept telling himself that he was in a good mood always.
Always.
Always.
Alone the approach of a thoughtful or negative expression must be combated by him with good humor and dubbing.

Even after his father was long dead and he himself was the one who had the power, his behavior did not change.
He is a party lion and popular with most, at least those who have never been choked off by him in their grief or anger.
He often lies when necessary to maintain a good mood.

Only in rare moments his mask of good mood does come off and every single time is a very, very unsightly disaster that his friends try to avoid happening as far as possible. (499 words)

[coeur]

Mark <3

[hypersomnia.]

huge mark

[Knickknacks]

OH, mark!

[hellenistic]

Username: berzerker.
Name: Antanas
> of Latin origin, " Beyond Paradise "
Gender: Male ♂

D a yDDD r e a m e r

Antanas is a daydreamer.. He spends most of his times looking towards the skies, never in the dead of the day however. If the sky is just settling down to set in the evening, or if he sky is just awaking in the mornings, Antanas is there to behold such a beautiful sight. He daydreams of other worlds, other places, other people, other dragons. Maybe even other beings, out there somewhere.
He's a soft boy however, so he daydreams of soft things mostly. Having friendly relationships with other dragons, having soft evenings during the sunsets with his dragon friends, but that's where he gets himself.. Antanas is alone most of the time, and once he's done day dreaming, that's when he realizes he's alone. It's a strength, but a weakness all at once...

Take into account Antanas' loneliest daydream yet. It had been a dreary mid day, dark clouds brewing ahead with a cool, long breeze that accented the stormy aesthetic . Antanas sat along the dock that stretched far out into the bay, his large ears stretched in awe, listening to every slight whistle of the wind, every rustle of the leaves in the tall stalky trees that surrounded the outer banks of the bay.

Antanas pursed his lips, his mind in a trans with such a beautiful aesthetic. It wasn't often that such a beautiful storm erupted overhead at his small cottage on the bay, they were normally dark and dingy, something that wasn't visually pleasing to him, but this one. This one was beautiful. His mind wandered, day dreaming of what might lay beyond those deep, dreary clouds. Why were they so sad? What made them so angry? They made him relate such feelings to himself. He was alone normally, and such strong emotions brew in your mind when you're lonely for so long.

" I feel you," he muttered, "I understand."

He imagined what they if they were actual beings, how they would explain how hurt they were and could no longer contain it. He flickered his ears and brought himself out of such a trance. Antanas brought his attention to the water along the bay. It began to grow more and more disturbed with the growing wind, and now the ever so slight pitter patter of small raindrops.

"I'm alone." Antanas murmured. He bit his tongue, his mind repeating the phrase. "I'm really alone.. "

His eyes reflected the light green of the bay as a small tear rolled down his cheek. He huffed, a frown growing ever across his face, eyes drifting back to the sky. He began to engross himself back into his daydream however, dreaming of how he could make his cloud friends feel better, how he could cheer them up and make them not feel so alone.

Tea! He could cheer them up with tea! Antanas stood to his feet, and for the first time that evening, a soft smile grew across his face. He trotted his way back to his cottage and straight to his kitchen. "I'll help you feel better!" he exclaimed. He began brewing a fresh pot of tea, lemongrass to be exact. He lightly sugared it, poured himself a tall glass, then a glass for his sad cloud friend. He was convinced this would make them feel better, it had to.

Antanas rushed outside, careful not to spill his freshly brewed tea. By the time he returned however, the rain had picked up. The bay swayed the dock, not hard, but just enough for Antanas to almost lose his balance. " I made you tea!" Antanas called out. He held the extra glass of tea up and whimpered. "I want you to feel better!"

Luckily, for him, the mid day storms didn't last long. At that moment, the wind began to die down while the rain died down to a gentle shower.

A soft smile grew on Antanas' face as his soft blue and pink eyes gazed into the slowly clearing sky. The sun began to shine and that made his tall ears perk themselves a little higher. He was immersed in the beautiful oranges and yellows that began emerging from the parting grey clouds. He noticed the sun was beginning to set, and the sky was exploding with beautiful hues of reds, oranges, yellows and even shades of pinks, all just behind the clouds.

"Is that all it takes to make you happy?" Antanas muttered and sat on the dock as he sipped from his tea.

* Loneliness hurts ! But he kind of makes it worse with daydreaming of others !

E x t r a

[ otter play time ]

It was nearing the hottest hours of the day, 12-1 pm and Antanas was absolutely sweating. He panted at the shoreline, sunbathing as he laid with the sun beating down on his soft pastel skin. He snorted before standing to his feet and belting out a loud huff. The sun that bore down was beginning to be too much for him. He enjoyed the way it created deeper accents in his light coat, but he ended up burning after he laid in the sun for too long.

Antanas dipped his burning feet into the soothing bay water, giving a sigh of relief. He eased his way deeper into the bay, the water slowly rising to cover his back and easing it's way up to his neck. It felt utterly calming, soothing the soft heated places the sun had began to burn. Antanas had just began to relax when off to his far right, he noticed a chatter. It wasn't anything Antanas had been familiar with, so he narrowed his eyes and gazed upon the horizon of the bay. Curious, he began to swim towards the foreign chatter.

The chatter grew louder and louder, and once Antanas was upon it, he realized the noises were coming from a small family of otters. He smiled as he watched the family chatter away white they groomed and played with each other in the calm bay. Antanas wanted to join, but he didn't want to spook the small creatures. His soft blue eyes watched from afar, imagining what they might just be saying to each other.

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