[ilya]

a bit late to the event but I had to draw a fairy marumi >,<
for this one I want u to tell me where they live! either writing (300 words or less) or art (1 piece only) feel free to pretty up your form!

ends on 25th September (at night EET)

[nr] eye, expression
[c] fur, tail, ear, antennae
[uc] small wings, plant growth, glow

username + id: astral. + 188428
marumi name: Ithil (but goes by "Twig")
gender male
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[twilispark]

mark!!

[BlueEyedKite]

I am dropping out because I am cheering for several users here c:

[Sealipup]

Mark <333

[Kitsyn]

username + id: Kitsyn 57119
marumi name: Everglade
gender: female
prompt: Everglade lives in an enchanted swamp shrouded in mist. A dense, ancient forest with thick, twisted trees whose branches are draped in silvery moss and luminous, bio-luminescent fungi. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth, wildflowers, and the sweet perfume of fairy blooms. The water in the swamp is dark and still, reflecting the surrounding foliage like a mirror. Small patches of iridescent light float above the surface, created by tiny creatures that flit about, their wings shimmering in an array of colors. Delicate, ethereal voices seem to whisper in the breeze, telling tales of ancient magic and long-forgotten realms. The ground is soft underfoot, covered in a carpet of emerald-green moss and dotted with toadstools that glow faintly in the dim light. Hidden beneath the foliage, crystal-clear springs bubble up, feeding into the larger swamp and creating a symphony of babbling sounds. Overhead, the canopy is thick, allowing only dappled sunlight to filter through, casting a celestial glow throughout the underbrush. The flora and fauna are unlike anything in the mortal world. Flowers open and close with the rhythm of the moon, and vines twist and shape themselves as if alive. Small creatures with gossamer wings and twinkling eyes dart through the undergrowth, playing and whispering secrets only the swamp understands. The heart is guarded by a majestic, ancient willow, its branches cascading down like a natural curtain. Whimsical pathways lined with glowing stones lead to hidden glades where ancient, sentient trees share their wisdom with those who listen.

[Thani]

username + id:
marumi name:
gender
prompt:

im sobbing huge mark

[squints]

markie

where the thicket gives way to bunny burrows, she too resides. the old sky of this land holds ancient constellations once long sense forgotten by modern times. this world resided in a time all its own, independent of the known world. her magic supersedes her, she is too powerful fpr the well-being of others ??? *(edit meaning i dont know if i like] so she must hide herself away from the world at large. much to her dismay she occupies this in between alone. the sun hangs at the same spot everyday, a hazy sort of an early autumn dusk that l the hint of a chill. it is beautiful here despite the place‘s bizarre nature, the light flitters through wood as just turning leaves took their falls. how terrible it is to find yourself alone on such a beautiful day! this land void of time is where NAME(time related names?

[astral.]

username + id: astral. + 188428
marumi name: Ithil (but goes by "Twig")
gender male
prompt: WIP

Out in a little cottage, away from it all, this little maru cares for critters both big and small

[Miavinn]

username + id: miavinn #226410
marumi name: lileas ’li-ley-us’
gender: male



his home


Deep in the elmwood atop a small mountain lies the ruins of a once magnificent castle. Near ancient trees frame the overlook where white stone, dimmed with age and moss, stands out on the cliff face. Curious beige flowers grow wildly, covering the pale stones in a luminous glow.

The coldest but gentlest of breezes whispers songs of the past through its open halls. Small runes whorl and decorate almost every surface leading to a rotunda of fallen archways. In it lies a crystal clear pool of water, fed by an underground spring. Sun warms the surrounding stones in the summer months, making a perfect resting place.

Just past the rotunda, a lone crumbling tower overlooks heights not for the faint of heart. Chipped stairs lead to a carefully preserved room, stuffed to the brim with tapestries, paintings, shiny trinkets, and many pillows. A verifiable hoard. The hearth is always warm, ready for its inhabitant to return.

This has been Lileas’s domain and no one else’s for many years. On the cloudiest of days, the castle appears as an island in the sky. During the clearest of nights, he drinks in the stars.

[Toxic Wolf]

Mark