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Its artfight season bayyybeee!! Whos ready?? I feel like i havent done a main adopt in forever, it was so nice to be on these lines again! I teamed up with my loves Cas n Luci to make some Artfight Team Kals !! You do not have to be participating to enter ofc ♡


For this kal, Misfortune seems to follow them, how do they handle it?

You have 200 words, soft limit !! Feel free to pretty up ♡


This will end 15th July @ 11:59 CS 17th July @ 23:59,just before rollover till the 18th Time

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[b]username + number ::[/b]
[b]kalon name ::[/b]
[b]prompt::[/b]



Edits:
[s] hair, shine, claws
[c] tail, fur
[uc] ears, pupil

[calimaricutlery]

username + number :: CalimariCutlery + 1097472
kalon name :: Vendetta
prompt::

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Vendetta is a hard worker- from a culture where ‘luck’ as a concept simply doesn’t exist- to the point where they were largely unaware of the misfortune that plagued their life because it was simply natural to them to work around it.

After he attained the position of branch manager at the SpaceSBC bank he had worked at for many cycles, he assumed it was finally his hard work paying off, that he would be able to do his job and now live in relative comfort. Only for the entire branch to financially collapse and Vendetta to take the fall from the glass cliff for it.

When he joined the Arc to just get away from his apparent failings in life, it was a shock to them to discover just how poorly run its finances were, and they had to take over to redo them even before having an official job.

The trail of misfortune that follows them seems to not quite catch up as much to a forever moving vessel, and even when it does, the crew of the Event Horizon are quite a bit more forgiving than the harsh financial world Vendetta is used to. Having people around who can accommodate for any mistakes, and don’t immediately blame them for things out of their control has surprisingly meant that less such mistakes and tragedies occur. It probably also helps that the other crew members are so prone to natural error themselves.

[_silentsiren_]

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username + number :: _silentsiren_ + 804746
kalon name :: Kian
prompt::
( heavy inspiration was taken from one of my favorite games, hope that's ok! <3 )

CODE NAME: ARCHER

♠ ♣ ♥ ♦The dark city bustled with a life that day could never have imagined. Something wicked coiled through the streets and those who met it befell a fate worse than death.

♠ ♣ ♥ ♦Archer adjusted his gloves and looked down from the top of the skyscraper to the city beneath him, eyes narrowing under the mask. It carried with it the scent of death. Mixed with the city's smell the average person wouldn't be able to detect it but to a trained nose like his it was almost second nature.


♠ ♣ ♥ ♦Tragedy followed him his entire life. Losing people, homes, and families to the wickedness that stalked the streets. Archer stood up tall now, stepping to the edge of the building as he was filled with determination. He couldn't prevent his own misfortune but he could fight for the passion of others.


♠ ♣ ♥ ♦A foot lingered in the air a moment before he stepped off. The wind whipped around his body as he began a rapid descent downwards to the source of evil. A quick turn of his body and his grappling hook was shot out to slow his fall but the real cushion came from the body beneath him.


♠ ♣ ♥ ♦No longer human. Driven by a pure greed to consume the passion of humanity and feed on the misery of others. Archer's hand reached forward and gloved fingers curled under the mask's edge, his grip unwavering. With one swift pull the mask was removed and the creature bubbled and burst underneath him.

♠ ♣ ♥ ♦Archer stood and discarded the mask, looking around to find more creatures approaching him from behind. His hand swiftly removed the weapon from it's holster and aimed down it's sights.

BANG!

[ ♦ 278 words ♦ ]

Ⓣ Ⓐ Ⓚ ⓔ ♠ ♦ Ⓨ ⓞ Ⓤ Ⓡ ♠ ♦ ⓗ Ⓔ ⓐ Ⓡ Ⓣ

[Bianca,,,,,,,]

username + number :: Bianca,,,,,,, + 1125812
kalon name :: Zelda
prompt:: A kal who lives under a cloud of misfortune learns to move through life with a kind of weary grace, they expect things to go wrong, so they meet each setback with a sigh, a wry smile, and a quiet determination to keep going anyway. Their resilience becomes almost instinctive, patching problems, adjusting plans, and carrying on as if bad luck is just another part of the world they’ve grown used to navigating.

[Melonbread]

username + number :: Melonbread + 371786
kalon name :: Tashi
prompt::

Ting. Gasps and laughter rippled through the gathered onlookers. “Well, look at that!” the busker exclaimed, scratching his beard thoughtfully. “Never seen that before.”

Tashi stared at the coin as it balanced, teetering, on its slender edge. “But I called tails.” The words felt stupid leaving their mouth.

“Usually it’s the coin that decides which way to fall, but this time we get to choose, eh?” The busker leaned forward and let out a short breath, toppling the coin over onto its side. Tails. “You must be a lucky man.”

Tashi felt hot and cold all at once, his hair prickling on the back of his neck. No one had ever said that to him before. “I don’t believe that.”

The other kalon raised his eyebrows. He reached out, scooped the coin off the ground, and handed it to Tashi. “Like I said, your choice.”

Tashi kept the coin balled in their fist all the way home. It was only when they were alone that they dared to pinch it between their fingers and hold it up to the sky to examine it. “Your choice.” The words echoed in his ears. To decide his own fortune… was such a thing truly possible? The coin winked at him in the sunlight, and despite it all, a flicker of hope sparked inside his chest.

[222 words]

[tiredddd]

MARK OMGEEE

[WitchHazel]

Username + Number ::
WitchHazel [148605]

Kalon Name ::
Cain

Prompt::
[254 words, hopefully that's alright!]



“Misfortune does not simply follow me, dear child. I am misfortune.” The stranger’s features are impassive; cold. “It treads in my wake, visiting every town through which I pass. And soon, it shall visit you.” A shiver passes through you. The stranger seems to note this, cocking their head to the side as they pull a card from their deck.



The Wheel of Fortune, reversed.

“It is not my choice. You have sealed your fate simply by approaching me. Were you to have stayed away, you would have been spared a lighter torment. My curse is unyielding, and for that I am sorry.” The apology rings hollow on their lips.

“Can’t you stop it?”

“Stop it?” The stranger echoes. “Why would I?”

The indifference in their tone sends another chill down your spine. Another card slips from the deck.



The Hermit, reversed.

“Were I to stop wandering - to close myself away, my curse would surely claim me as its victim. But if I share its generous bounty… I am spared from the cruellest of its claws. Call me callous, if you like. Call me selfish. A burden shared is a burden halved, so they say.” A third card practically flings itself from the shuffling stack.



The Hanged Man.

“Oh, that one’s for me. Though I suppose, it will be for you too, soon enough. I would wish you luck, but… it wouldn’t be the kind you’re looking for.” Without so much as a second glance, the stranger abruptly stands, melting away into the darkness.

Image credits: angepupuce

[SourPickleBalls]

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✦ ATË ✦
「The Tyrant」
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✦ Username ✦
SourPickleBalls #925269

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✦ Prompt ✦


✦ Wherever Atë goes, misfortune follows them. Like arriving in quiet waves they never asked for. Yet instead of letting it define them, they meet each hardship with quiet acceptance. They tuck away their pain, choosing to smile through the cracks and search for even the smallest glimmer of hope. Where others might surrender to bitterness, they look toward brighter days, believing that storms cannot last for eternity.

✦ Though life often places heavy burdens on their shoulders, they carry them without any complaints. Every setback becomes another reason to keep moving forward, every disappointment another chance to find beauty in what remains. Their optimism is not born from an easy life, but from the courage to continue despite the weight of constant misfortune.

✦ Even when the world feels determined to test them, they refuse to let darkness take root in their heart. They choose kindness over resentment, hope over despair, and at last perseverance over defeat. In doing so, they become a quiet reminder that true strength is not found in a life free from hardship, but in the unwavering ability to find light.



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[Exitium]

username + number :: Exitium + 626371
kalon name :: Minerva
prompt:: A bump on the head here, a leg caught somewhere there. Bruises form easily, vibrant against her skin. Her misfortune seems quite literal and insistent on her never skipping a day of injuries. They can be as simple as twisting a paw, or as bad as falling on their behind out of nowhere (that one is always difficult to get back up from).

She deals with it as any other kalon deals with a regular day, however. She does not let it get her down or stop her from completing activities or feeding herself. It slows her for a second, but then she snaps right back up with a smile despite her misfortune.

[Glitchatopia]

username + number :: Glitchatopia + 1065549
kalon name :: Desdemona
prompt ::
Desdemona knew what lurked behind her by the way her footsteps doubled.
She counted. One step, then another, then stop. And, somehow, she heard one more.
She turned around and squinted. The hallway wasn’t dark. It was blindingly bright, in fact. No doors or windows off to the side. Far, far away she could see the door she came in from, but it was shut, as it was before.
In front of her, the hallway stretched out just a bit more. She could see the exit.
She took another step, then stopped. A footstep, behind her.
Yet nothing more.
Her heart pounded from anticipation. She had seen this coming, somehow.
She returned to walking, only stopping when she reached the door. This time, she heard nothing after her steps. She turned around, one last time.
On the floor, in the middle of the hallway, laid a single bloodred poppy.
Desdemona looked up, then yelled into the ether:
“Coward! Come face me!”
She was met with silence. Of course. She thought, for a moment, she should wait… but then, when did it ever wait for her?
She opened the door and slunk out, accidentally cutting her leg on it as it slid shut.
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