[Clawdina]

Neptune, God of the Ocean, Furthest Planet from the Sun

A truly Bluetiful girl <3 Her collar is pre-designed

To win this lass, tell me how she feels about the ocean. Yay, nay, neither?
Ends May 1st, 2025 @8pm EST

edits:
- [nr] rope bell
- [nr] scarf

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[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: Voltaire
Name: Cheyenne
Prompt:
"There's a saying my mother used to tell me that I hold close, one that etched itself into the creases of my veins from the moment the words left her lips. One about the sea, its depth, and how its closest relative is the soul that lies within us all. How the moon silently lays its hands on the waves and holds the rise and fall of the tides in its fingertips.

That is why I am here- legs shaking, the sea breeze tangling through my hair, the tang of sea salt invading my nostrils and nestling in my taste buds. She loved the sea and its thunder, its vastness. But she isn't here anymore. I owe it to her to try hard, so hard, to see what she saw in the endless expanse. I am afraid, never have my eyes taken in the way the waves reach for me, never have my feet graced the loose sandy shore, which seems to suck me in each breath I take. Every tremble that wrecks my body is torture, but the waves beckon me closer, and I oblige.

I am afraid of the ocean. I am afraid of what it hides. But my secrets are deeper than any depth this water can reach, and I take a breath, coughing at the taste.

I jump in. And I feel alive."

[Cactologist]

Username: Cactologist
Name: Tangaroa (Neptune in Māori)
Prompt: Never again.

The ocean gives and the ocean takes away...
Tangaroa was born on the sea, breathing the salt spray from her first. Her family's island lacks physicality in her memory, but the vibrant blue waves still beckon to her in that half-waking state when her defenses slip just enough. The sound of waves crashing was inseparable from her father's laughter, the sun glinting off the crests no different from the beaming smile of her mother. Her sister was the fish that flitted around her ankles, her brother the playful batterings of the tide. She was one with the sea, a companion as loyal and sure as any other. But those you let in have the power to hurt you the deepest.
Her father warned her; he said the ocean wasn't a friend. He said it was to blame for their separation from their kind, their strandedness, but that was long ago, right? The ocean had been tamed by her forefathers, an agreement reached, so the legend was told. They lived in harmony now, equal powers held in mutual respect. If the waters again entreated on Tangaroa's family, forever would they become its master. Of course, no one had to exercise this threat for eons, for the ocean was a friend now.
The breakers had braided Tangaroa's hair, the tides had tickled her feet. The swells played hide and seek, the current embraced her, and the surf spun her until she was dizzy. The surges lulled her to sleep, and the waves carried her far, far away...
Tangaroa thrashed, but the sea dragged her deeper, she screamed but the water rushed in. The ocean, her freedom and friend, now her captor and enemy.
That night, a storm ravaged Tangaroa's family's island. If any could tell the story, it would have been said that the island was swallowed whole, erased from the horizon, but only for an instant. Like the swell before a tsunami, the surge was drawn back in an instant, fighting against unseen bounds, tormented but for a moment before its spirit was quenched.
No, the ocean was no friend. Tangaroa could see it for what it was: eternally deceptive, vengeful, and scheming, but unable to free itself from its own curse. The ocean gives and the ocean takes again, but never again. Tangaroa was given a new life and purpose, breathing in the salt that day as if it were her first again. The ocean would never be trusted, and under her watch, it would never again entreat on those she loves.

[fawn-]

Username: fawn-
Name: Raine
Prompt:
Raine loves the ocean. She can float and let the water calm her and allow her to feel weightless as it carries her with a mind of its own. It sparkles in the sunlight and shimmers in the moonlight. The ocean is a second world, with creatures unique to the murky depths and crystal shallows. But the ocean does not hold back. Its storms are only navigable by those who know nothing else. Its takes what the land cannot and alters itself to prevent destruction. Raine loves the ocean because it is real: it gives and takes in a cycle neverending.