[skywishes01]

writing prompt - day 2

Kai nervously slipped the note into the mail tray. He’d written her name on the envelope in his best handwriting – which was still pretty messy – and the loopy letters stared up at him, pink and glittery and blindingly obvious. He’d found one of her glitter gel pens lying around and, owning no suitable pens himself, was forced to use it. He could only hope that she wouldn’t recognize it.

The sound of her footsteps, soft and delicate as they were, set Kai on edge. He busied himself with the mail, grabbing a letter from the pile at random. It was a toy catalogue, but Kai glued his eyes to it like it was the most interesting novel in the world.

If she found that weird, he wouldn’t know; he forced himself to keep his gaze firmly locked on the life-sized rainbow unicorn being advertised for a low $199. He could hear her humming, her annoying, beautiful humming, as she rustled through the mail. He felt like a criminal about to be caught, standing there as she searched for the evidence. Had she even noticed him? He knew how absent-minded she could be; it wouldn’t surprise him if she’d breezed right past him, ignoring him completely. The thought made him feel relieved and disappointed all at once.

Her humming ceased. She’d found it. Kai could feel the tension like a bomb about to explode. He shut his eyes, wincing internally as he envisioned her reading the words he’d written, those sappy, cliché, lovesick words…

A squeak from her broke through his final defenses, and he put down the magazine. Immediately his eyes flew to her. She was looking down at the poem – his poem – with a giddy smile on her face and a faint red blush staining her cheeks. Her eyes shone with happiness, excitement, and a thousand other emotions he couldn’t decipher.

‘What’s that?’ he asked, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.

‘It’s… it’s a love poem, Kai!’ In her elation, she hadn’t noticed his tone. He hoped.

‘Who’s it from, I wonder?’ She clutched the paper to her chest, a scene straight out of the romance movies she was always watching.

Kai didn’t get a chance to reply. She plowed straight on through her daydreams. ‘Maybe… maybe it’s… yes, he was so nice to me the other day… and he’s incredibly artistic too, he’s showed me.. yes! It’s got to be Barry!’

Kai made a sound that was part choke and part whimper.

She looked at him weirdly. She’d finally noticed his more than odd behavior. ‘Is anything wrong, Kai?’

There. She’d given him the perfect chance to admit that he was the poet. But... he still couldn’t do it. He was still the coward he’d always been. ‘Nope.’ He managed to squawk out. ‘I… I just realized how right you are.’

The excuse was feeble, and even she, the gullible one, knew it. Her gaze held for a moment longer. It felt like a lifetime to Kai. Surely, surely, his game was up.

Then she shrugged and turned her smile back on like a lightbulb. ‘I must go talk to Barry! Right now!’ she announced.

Oh, no. ‘Uh, I really don’t think you should-‘

It was too late. She was already out of the room. She called back as she left, cutting his words off. ‘He is my one true looooove!’

Yes, she’d just said that. And yes, it was probably just the soap operas getting to her head. Probably just her idea of a joke.

But Kai’s heart cracked a little anyway.

[NovaSkye]

Us.

I hadn't seen that girl again since that day. Maura. I had given her the note and rushed off before I could get her reaction or even number. Normally I don't get effected by my emotions, but man, does she drive me crazy.
I continued on with my daily life, my thoughts fully of worry, fear, and love. Would I ever see Maura again? I know I just had to. My fingers paused their tapping on the keyboard at work as I pondered over going to that cafe for lunch again. Maybe, just maybe, she would be there again. With her hair just shimmering in the sunlight, her soft laugh managing to fill the room, and her strong, piercing gaze with her chocolate eyes. I stop and abruptly stand, pushing my chair away from my desk in this cramped cubicle. I had to see her.
I make my leave, clocking out for lunch at roughly 12:30, and headed outside. The sunlight made me squint my eyes, which had adjusted to the fluorescent lights inside. Once they readjusted to natural light, I started walking over towards the cafe. Naturally, Valentine's Day was coming up and the busy streets of Atlanta were full of the pink and red decorations. I scoffed, as I always had spent the dreaded holiday alone, yet something inside me softened at the thought of.. not being alone.
Before I knew it I had reached the cafe. Hand paused on the handle, I contemplated heading back and just not bothering to go inside. I shook my head and, before I could change my mind, opened the door and headed in. The bittersweet smell of coffee filled my head and the delicate scent of the fresh bread hinted behind it. There was low ambiance coming from quite chats, typing of keys, and soft music emitting from the speakers. This has honestly been one of my favorite places to go to. I go up and order a medium- excuse me, Grande, mocha latte. Something simple. Then sat down near the counter to wait. Once my order was ready, I stook up and went to grab it. As soon as I had my coffee and turned to go find an actual table, I saw her again. She looked just as beautiful as before, if not more. Today, she had added some new little braids to her hair, hardly visible within the thick of it all but I could see them. I stopped in my tracks and stared, forgetting the world around me. Relief flooded in me as she happened to glance up and look back at me. And gorgeous smile instantly filling her face.
I hurried over, not too fast, and sat across from her.
"Hello again."
I smiled, hoping she wasn't going to pick at me for my simple poem. However, luck was not by my side. Maura instantly jabbed at me playfully for being "such a dork!" Of course, I had scribbled it down as we spoke, out of her sight but still respectful of our conversation from before. On my poem, I never officially asked if she wanted to be my date, so I figured.. when was a better time than now?
"Wait right here." I smiled at her then headed towards the cashier again.
I carefully kept my back towards her, hiding the surprises I was buying. Carefully concealing the gifts behind my back when turning to face Maura again, I walked back to our table.
"Close your eyes." And she did.
I held out the chocolate rose I bought and the heart shaped cookie and requested she open her eyes now.
"Will you be my Valentine?"
Her response was immediate and full of joy. She jumped into my arms and her muffled "yes!" was nearly lost in my peacoat, but nevertheless I got my answer. I carefully hugged her and hoped for the best, finally happy with someone else.

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[655 words. Characters used: My Jagger and Jake's Maura. Day One.]

[Altale]

Writing Prompt (Day 2)

Unable to meet his beloved's eyes after revealing his innermost feelings, Pip averts his gaze and focuses on his paws. He could feel his heart pounding; blood rushing to his face. He had done it. After days and days - weeks, even - of nervous anticipation, the day had come. The execution of his confession hadn't been perfect, and he had stumbled on a few sentences, but every word he voiced had been sincere. His affection for her was genuine, and he hoped that, even if she didn't reciprocate them, she was able to recognise the intensity of his emotions.

There was silence. A few seconds of silence felt like years to Pip. Frozen to the spot, he was unable to prevent the barrage of doubts permeating his mind. What if she was disgusted? What if he had just ruined their friendship? Was there still time to pretend that it had all been a joke? Surely, if he looked up at her and laughed and told her that he had been pranking her, right now, it wouldn't be too late, and even if it meant that their relationship would stay platonic, surely he treasured her company more than any other prosp--

"Yes."

It was a shy and joy-filled voice that he heard, and finally Pip allowed himself to look up. Glancing hesitantly at her face, he saw that she had a broad smile on her face. Eyes shining, as if she had teared up from happiness, she nodded and repeated the word once more; the word that set Pip's spirits on wing. "Yes; I like you too. I've liked you for a long time."

They locked eyes, and in that instant, nothing in the universe mattered more to Pip than that beautiful Kalon standing before him.

[295 words]

[Sanara]

Prompt from yesterday


You remind me of sulfer fumes
That smell like farts
farts are funny
And so are you

I like you
Let's go out
This has been a poem by Brooklyn

Today is a continuation of yesterday's prompts! Draw what happens after your kalon shows their affection!
Today is a continuation of yesterday's prompts! Write about what happens after your kalon shows their affection!



Brooklyn gently caressed the poster hanging before her, a soft breath catches as her imagination hears the words uttered by said poster. The camera pans and before her is the top half of Bill Nye the Science Guy.
"Oh.. Oh Mr. Nye, I didn't know you felt this way, too.
I mean I've always had my suspicions, but you kept me guessing..."

[Orbit.]

Day 1

Desire to Amorette
I never thought it would happen! I still can't believe it. I can't believe I actually asked. Of course I don't know anything about her yet but that doesn't matter. Knowing that I finally got to talk to her... I don't know if she really listened. I don't care if she didn't though. I am going to bring her a box of chocolate everyday until Valentine's day. I know its really cliche but maybe it'll work. If only I could just speak up but its hard. I feel like those beautiful pink eyes look right through me. Like I'm a ghost. Maybe I'll never really get her attention. But that's fine because knowing that shes with someone she loves is the best feeling in the world. Guess knowing her is loving her, and I really do.

[colambo]

art prompt



writing prompt

"Might as well give him a chance. What a clever boy.. I'm glad there's still good men in the world." thought Hana as she walked out of bed and got breakfast. She secretly liked him and the thought of him made her blush visibly. Today was the day to tell him how she really felt. It would make them both the happiest kalons in the world.

"I love you." She told him, and then they kissed and ran off into the cafe together. They ate sweets and drank lattes all day. After that, they went home and cuddled.

[Petscop]

Today is a continuation of yesterday's prompts! Write about what happens after your kalon shows their affection!
Unfortunately, Margie was rejected by the 15 others she sent her wonderful poem. Most of them did the get the joke, but this proves they aren't good for her anyway. Nevertheless, she spends the rest of her day crying and eating ice cream

[Mima]

i dont know how to draw rejection so heres a sketch of pyrite doing the yamcha pose after he was probably slapped for being a lame-o

Though it had taken up quite some nerve to even send the poem in the first place, it was even more nerve wracking for Aria to sit still waiting for a reply. She had taken to pacing her apartment for almost fifteen minutes, though had eventually settled in the corner of the couch out of boredom. This stayed the case for thirty more minutes as she stared at her phone in dread, fur puffed up from stress. She had never figured it would be so difficult to tell someone she liked them. But every second she had to look at the sappy love poem, she died a little more inside.

After about half an hour, she noted the status had switched from "delivered" to "read." Her eyes lit up for a moment, and her tail fluffed itself.

Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the end of it.

She sunk deeper into the couch after five minutes with no word. At ten, even lower. Somewhere around forty five she must have fallen asleep. Though she couldn't remember what she had dreamed about, she couldn't recall them being pleasant dreams either. Leave it to stress and love.

Cue a groggy awakening three hours later to about 15 new texts. Her initial excitement dulled to quiet acceptance quickly as she read through the multiple brief messages. Though her brain wasn't focusing on every word, she got the gist of what was meant to be conveyed. It made sense. It would have been weird for Amorette to find a mate, if she was going to basically be the host for single pringles for this year. And besides, they really didn't have a lot in common. What would the two of them even talk about?

Aria clicked off her phone without sending a reply. She understood, but it was still a little painful. In defeat, she closed her eyes again and fell back asleep, letting her phone thump gently against the carpeted floor.

[Wileyfangs]

writing: Today is a continuation of yesterday's prompts! Write about what happens after your kalon shows their affection!



Stromae was quiet as he listened to the wind blow past his ears, and gazed into pale yellow eyes that gleamed like the fullest of moons.

"Maybe someday?" he asked softly, reading the translation of the Romanian words that had plagued him for days. "You mean you'd want a someday? "

The dark grey kalon in front of him gazed at him a moment, and Stromae swore he softened just a little, as though his features had gone from stone to fur as he stepped forwards and pressed his muzzle against Stromae's gently. Instinctively Stromae pressed forward until they were cheek to cheek, eyes growing half lidded while Hiro spoke, his accent pronounced more than ever.

"With you yes." He murmured against his ear causing it to flicker and Stromae closed his eyes. "A someday with you in it sounds more than amazing."

"Un jour avec vous est ce que je veux plus que tout."

Hiro chuckled, the sound raspy and warm making Stromae practically brace himself along his side as he opened his eyes to gaze at Hiro's tattoo like markings, reaching out gently to trace them.

"You are hopeless," He hears Hiro laugh and Stromae chuckles himself, pressing himself as close as possible like a pleased feline glad to see his long lost friend.

"Perhaps" he agrees for he is no fool not to recognize the danger in Hiro's eyes. But he decided a long time ago that he'd embrace danger and all its facets. Including the shadows that lurked in Hiro. "But am I wrong for being hopeless?"

He can tell Hiro wants to say yes. Can hear it in the struggle in his throat as he turns and noses his head underneath his chin.

"No," he murmurs quietly instead and Stromae feels the stone-like kalon relax into something gentler, softer.

"Eu nu sunt mai bine," Stromae feels more than hears the warm breath whispered out along his pointed ears. He recognizes only some of thebrough language but not enough. Still the sentiment is the same.

He presses a kiss to Hiro's chin, the only thing he can reach. It is too early to say the words he wants. He feels them on the line of his tongue but holds back, not out of fear but of time. 'Someday,' he decides 'sounds a lot like it.' So somwday it will be.

He purrs as Hiro reaches down and kisses him gently. 'Someday it is' they promise.

[Cynderheart]

Writing Prompt Day #2:

"Was that too much? Or just enough?" Xerxes wanted Andreas to like him, and he was terrified he had just screwed up. Finally, he took a chance, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Even if it was, I hope your Valentine's Day is wonderful, Andreas."