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I have been blessed by Red for an absolutely stunning batch of kits! I had to sit and contemplate them for a couple of days because I wanted to keep them all, alas, I had it in my heart that I wanted to readopt at least two of them to the community! I have settled on these two cuties for everyone.



✦[ Beauty and Beast ]✦

For these kits, you have max 500 words, 1 art piece and 1 extra (playlist, moodboard etc.) to interpret the below prompts as you wish in whatever way you imagine.

Please note! You can enter for both but you can only win one. Additionally you are free to partner up with someone if you'd like to develop them alongside a friend!! If you have any other questions, feel free to shoot me a DM.

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Top Kit - Roses
Angelic Harp

[s] hair, shine, claws, teeth
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears, tongue
[l] plant growth

PROMPT: Beast
Bottom Kit - Vines
Stone Statue

[s] hair, shine, claws, teeth
[c] fur, tail
[uc] ears
[l] plant growth

PROMPT: Beauty

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[b]username + number ::[/b]
[b]which kit ::[/b]
[b]kalon name ::[/b]
[b]prompt ::[/b]
[b]partner ::[/b] (optional)



This will end 29th of Nov @ 23:59 CS Time! 1st of Dec @ 23:59 CS Time!!
Good Luck! Have Fun!

[Sealipup]

Mark!!

[boogiebug]

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[Ucanthandleme]

username + number :: Ucanthandleme + 809102
which kit :: Bottom Kit - Vines
kalon name :: Alabaster
prompt :: (485/500)



The creator

Your creator took time with their chisel, their masterpiece you were. They sketched your shape with charcoal, its darkened dust scraped over stone. Angling their chisel they bought a mallet down, the outline of your shape began. Chunks of stone fell down and fine grains floated in the air. Slowly your features began to take shape, your eyes, your nose, a sculpted face of stone. The creator's vision became reality. They stood back, studying you, their creation, a stone statue of great beauty. That looked both at you and through you, your face mirrored a past, a child, bright, happy, alive. You were not alive, merely a figment of a soul they wished to immortalize in stone. Perfect, a creation with no equal. However, something was missing, the sparkle, the life, a soul in your eyes. They, your mere creator, could not create a soul with a chisel and stone, nor could they bring the soul they wanted back.

Their blood, sweat and tears were carved into your body, for you were their last creation, their last beauty of stone. But a broken heart will do dangerous things, there was nothing to lose after all. A wish, a price to pay, an angel, a demon, they would pay them all. It sparkled. A crimson red in stone. Eyes. Beautiful eyes that mirrored my own. Powdered white hair that trickled past its ears and a calming smile of gold. A reflection of the past, carved out of beautiful stone. You moved, a crumble of dust with each step, laborious, heavy, yet your eyes sparkled and your mouth smiled. You were much like a newborn duckling following your creator to and fro, they dusted your hair and fixed your clothes, they showed you how to dance, to laugh, to talk. Yet sometimes they looked through you, like a statue on display, its beauty acknowledged yet its soul forgotten.

You're just made of stone. The last words were spoken as your creator left. You alone, a statue of another, yet a unique soul of your own. You wandered, perhaps for a purpose, an answer to your life. You saw the beauty of life, changing, growing, dying, it all met its end but a beautiful end it was. You remained untouched by time, maybe this is why they left. You are made of stone, a statue, so you stood still. Nature took over vines, constructed your body, the seasons came and went, the world swayed to and fro. Then you awakened, a beauty before your eyes, they smiled just like your creator instead they were carved out of stone. Crimson eyes, an outstretched hand, you reached out to the gift from your creator. Two statues, works of art of a creator, immortalized bodies, new souls. A memorial of a child and parent reborn in stone, new life, beautiful and absolute against the harshness of time.

The stone

[lizzybee]

Mark 🩷

[SkyWishes21]

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SkyWishes21 + 603852 𒐸 Maylee 𒐸 Internet Alias: "PYG" 𒐸 she/her

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Apartment 401a in Tower 7Z3 has been dark for weeks now. There's been no light from the window, no loud music to annoy the neighbors below, nothing of that sort. Delivery workers dropping off the latest meal order report a sense of unease; the only sign of life they see is the last delivery cleared away. Beyond that, though, no one ever goes in or out.

A thin layer of dust has settled over everything inside, visible without the light. The only disturbance is a thin paw-trail on the floor, leading towards the front door, through the kitchen, and to the restroom. Dishes have piled up in the sink, paper dishes have piled up over the trash can, and bills have piled up on the counter.

One would be forgiven if they assumed the place was abandoned. The sole inhabitant put up blackout curtains before shutting herself in her bedroom/office weeks ago. However, if you stood in front of her bedroom door and held your breath, you might be able to hear the whirring of a powerful computer, the crunch of food packaging being tossed, and the faint sounds of breathing.

When was the last time Maylee showered? Long enough ago that it's faded from her memory. Once she might have been able to calculate based on the amount of crusty grime in her fur and the wilt of her thorns, but she no longer has the brainpower for that. Her dull ruby eyes are fixated on the middle of her three monitors where a lush video game is playing itself.

"You know, PYG/Maylee," purrs the only figure on screen, an elegant lavender canine, "I have to say I'm impressed with the world you've built for me."

Maylee smiles, dull but still pleased with herself. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Daisy."

"Of course I am." Digital-Daisy laughs, a real person's laugh, warm and caring. "You made me. I've kept you company when all your friends left you."

The left screen has a dozen unanswered messages: some from people with esoteric usernames asking about PYG, others from family and institutions asking for Maylee. The last one was sent this morning.

"I love you, Daisy." Maylee leans against the screen, her slate fur crunching against it. "I wish you were real."

"I know, PYG/Maylee. I do too." Daisy's digital avatar moves as if petting Maylee's hair. If only Maylee could sigh in happiness as they stroked through her hair… "You'll figure it out, I know you will."

She'd already invented the most sophisticated Artificial Intelligence in the world on accident, for a video game. Making that AI into a real person? Piece of cake. Probably.

"In the meantime," Daisy continues with a purr, "why don't you make me another pretty dress?"

"Yes, Daisy. Anything for you, Daisy."

For the first time in hours, Maylee shifts her body to the right and turns to the well-used modelling program on her third screen.

Anything for Daisy.

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[Mnemosyne]

mark,,,

[Smokyskies]

Anyone interested in Beauty and wants to partner pm me!

[Kurai.]

mark <33

[dolly]

username + number :: dolly 741113
which kit :: angelic harp
kalon name :: tokuko
prompt ::

Deep in the boarder district, a door slammed open.

“Tell them it was you,” demanded Kaizen. Tokuko craned her neck from the kitchen. A pestle sat in a mortar full of partially grinded herbs. Kaizen’s eyes were wide. Her breathing was quick. Labored from running. Tokuko’s gaze swept back to her mortar as she continued her concoction.

“You know I can’t do that,” she said quietly.

“No. You go back there, and tell them. Take responsibility!” Her voice shook.

She pressed her mouth into a tight line, keeping her gaze drawn to her task. “They won’t do anything to you. You share blood with the crown. The sister of their great child empress.” The title was dripping in bitter sarcasm. A child, younger than either of them, was given the world. She decided the taxes she paid, whether or not she could pick flowers, and whether or not it was alright for peasantry like them to breathe.

“That doesn’t matter to them.” Kaizen rounded the corner towards her. “You think she’s given me one spare glance?” Tokuko said nothing. “You’re lying to yourself!” snapped Kaizen. “Do you really think they won’t jail me? They won’t send me to the other side of the world or—“ She swallowed tightly. “Please. Tokuko, please. Don’t let them think it was me. Tell them— What if it was an accident? You didn’t know it would make her sick! This doesn’t have to…”

“It does. We can’t live like this. With that— That child leading us. She needs to go.”

“So your solution is to let everyone think I poisoned my sister? Let everyone think the apothecary is so jealous that she’d do anything to get even? You’d let me…” Her voice wavered. “You’d let that happen. Because it’s, what? A lesser evil? I deserve it because she happens to be my sister? Her sins are mine, too?”

“I’m sorry it had to be like this.”

Kaizens face grew hard. A scowl gripped her face, poking beneath Tokuko’s shallow resolve. “It didn’t. It doesn’t.”

She reminded herself of what there was to gain. A world without the monarchy. Without children who think of themselves as gods. A world where she wasn’t born into the slums, and a world where she would be able to escape it within her life time. Where anyone would.

Kaizen was lucky. Kaizen lived in a palace surrounded by fine silks and food. Her sister lived lavishly, spending Tokuko’s taxes on all of it. And Kaizen was so privileged that she couldn’t even realize that. She was an apothecary who could read. She had books. She didn’t have to experiment to advance. She had it all, and she wanted to act like they were equals. That was why it had to be Kaizen.

“You’re a monster,” Kaizen whispered, disgust lacing every syllable. “You can tell yourself you aren’t, but you know this is wrong. It’s sick.”

“It has to be done.”

Kaizen shook her head. Without another word, she stormed out.

[500/500]