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oml this child i cant

[whimerri]

mark, cutie

[ThatDragonAdara]

MAAAAARRRRRKKKK

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username: blank tae
name: Calloway
gender: him/they
sexuality: asexual - panromantic

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Calloway could hear the stars. He could hear them twinkling like little faint chimes in the vast atmosphere, with his neon ears twitching in different directions to hear their soft whispers. Sometimes they would tell him stories of what happened during the day; the eyes he attracted while stumbling across streets. They stopped telling him about the things others would say, however, for that was crystal clear to the kalon. The blind kalon.

Everything was blank: maybe white, maybe black. Color was non-existent in Calloway's world. It was like that since the beginning, and he didn't really mind. Part of this was due to never really thinking about his lack of sight that often. There was nothing he could really do about it, and the purple kalon was perfectly fine with that. Anyway, he preferred being lulled to sleep with soft songs and ballads of the motherly stars than to see the world around him. The stars often told him about how everything looked, with vivid descriptions of color and texture and other words Calloway would never understand. But he still listened.

Of course he knew when to wake up and when to sleep; the stars would tell him that too, although indirectly sometimes. In the day, they were silent. Only the sounds of screeching birds and rustling leaves were present, as well as the noises of urgent speech. Barely speaking, Calloway was used to talking in incoherent mumbles that only his siblings and parents could understand. The stars didn't hear him, but he never talked to them in the first place. It was more of a one-sided relationship.

That's how most of his relationships were like, anyway. Oh, he was never interested in any romantic relationships, but the "mandatory" ones like friendships and family. Sometimes he missed his friends. But did he really deserve to call them that? He was distant, far too distant; he shut everyone out and now it was too late. Calloway would never see them again, and even if they didn't want to keep a close relationship, he thought it would be decent to apologize.

Realization, in general, was never too shocking. It was obvious that he would never be able to contact them. First of all, due to his conditions, he wasn't able to attend regular education. Second, he wouldn't be able to verbally say anything -- at least nothing they would understand. Third, texting wasn't an option. Even if he were able to type, how would he know their numbers? Why was he even thinking that now for goodness sake? He never listened to them before, but his senses had deteriorated since then, and now all he could do was listen. It was too late to fix anything anymore.

It was too late to leave the stars.

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Please don't shout. It's hurting my ears. It was the first time Calloway spoke to the stars; the first time he told them about what he really wanted. After days of long and meaningful thoughts, as well as nights of listening to the stars' twisted views of the world, he realized that there was so much more to life than empty speech and sightless views the stars proudly spoke of. They were lying to him. They told him all about the beaming sun, with flickering rays meant to burn and blind with its piercing light.
Clouds were only meant to cry tears of cold acid, while the soil was meant to contaminate and suffocate. It sounded too painful to be real, but Calloway was born weaker than others, and who else was he supposed to believe?

He was never able to personally disprove their claims. His ability to do so ended as a child. As Calloway's condition worsened, he stopped walking outside save for the few occasions he needed space for mild exercises. Never experiencing the harsh heat nor the chilly rain, he mindlessly believed the stars' stories. But they were just fables. Nothing more, nothing less; made to entertain, not to teach how to view life. And he finally understood.

As soon as Calloway tried to tell the stars to stop lying to him, their soft and syrupy words abruptly and painfully transitioned into a smoother yet deeper (and much louder) tone. Who else will tell you the truth? No one cares enough to show a blind kalon the world. Now, the stars were no longer reassuring him with lies. Spitting out words of harsh reality, they screamed at him. But suddenly they were extinguished. And Calloway could no longer hear them. But he was fine with that.

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P l a y l i s t :
'we've never met, but can we have a coffee or something?' - in love with a ghost
'stigma' - kim taehyung (v) bts
'fix you' - coldplay
'even if i die, it's you' - kim taehyung & kim seokjin (hwarang ost)
'flowers ft. nori' - in love with a ghost

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[Kagome963]

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◦ ♡ THE OWNER ♡ ◦

Username:

Kagome963

Owner or Non-Owner?:

Non-Owner

Level Of Appeal:

I am seriously in
love with this girl.
I have tried out for
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"Savvy Pro or Fate's Pawn?"

-Skylar

◦ ♡ THE KALON ♡ ◦

By Chromium

Name:

Skylar
Origin and Meaning:

Unknown
NickName(s):

Sky
Raver
Gender:

Female
Age:

6yrs
Reationship(s):

Aednat

Skylar's best friend. They have a very close relationship that Aednat in particular has defined as a sisterly bond. Even in her worst nightmare, death was the only thing that Aednat could conceive of that would separate Sky from her. Sky has often been referred to as Aednat's greatest liablity because of her Kalon status, and yet Aednat refuses to believe that Sky is anything less than exactly what she needs: someone whom she can always depend on.
Personality:

Skylar is extremely protective of Aednat and does not take kindly to anyone she considers as not having her BFF's best interests at heart. At times she has been rash and does not always make the best decisions, although never intentionally. Skylar is very quick-witted and playfully sarcastic. Her one-liners often help relieve the tension when she and Aednat find themselves in dangerous situations. Skylar is a survivor and is fluent in the Russian language. She has shown a lot of courage and is always ready to put herself in harm's way when necessary. She can be reluctant to trust those she encounters, which is quite often a virtue, due to the fact that Aednat is, at times, too trusting. Her everyday appearance is predominantly "Goth" with a dash of playful femininity.

[ander]

We're only here for just a moment in the light

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campbell aston
male
20
bisexual
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cryptid hunter
big on conspiracy theories
takes tons of pictures
always looking
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One day it shines for us the next we're in the night

Campbell is an interesting character. He's always been big on reading scary stories and watching the newest horror movie. The older he got, the more serious he became. Any website, book, or scrap of paper with a mention of anything supernatural was immediately analyzed by him. One word was all it took to gain his interest.

His family attempted to push him into a "normal" job. Be an accountant? Start up a bushiness! Go work as a store clerk.
Anything that was respectable. Anything but his dream job.

Despite their nagging and pushing, he didn't listen.

[foxxbreath]

mark maybe??

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

Mmm, lost interest in him, good luck to everyone entering! <3

[Ember!]

Res!

[fruitvale]

by me
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎
i. male
ii. homoromantic
iii. part-time comedian
iv. motivational speaker to kids
v: puerto rican
+: stars, summer, sugar gliders, board games, ouija boards
-: quiet noise, asmr, fancy clothing, rules, country music
vi: voice claim- bo burnham
vii: playlist 1
viii: playlist 2
ix: best friends with graham [ purple boys ]

by me

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐘
"I'm just saying," the kids toned down their giggles after Callisto's last joke. "This assembly wasn't just for me to make you all pee in your seats. Your school asked me to come here for a reason." He sat down. "I'm talking to you about-" someone whispered something in the middle rows, and they both laughed. "No, I'm not talking about puberty. All of you already know about that. This is far more serious."

"Nobody wants to feel looked down upon, and no one wants to feel pitiful. We all want to succeed in society, even though society will always see you as never enough. Maybe some don’t see it yet, but I sure do. They’ll know someday, or maybe they won’t. Everyone just knows that they want to be a rolemodel- a good influence; and if not, then they should at least be worth something in this cruel world.

The thing is, we aren’t like this because of society. We’re like this because we are society. If everyone could just look up and actually realize that no one is who they are, they can actually accomplish what goals they need in order to cooperate in this cruel world.

My parents never directly taught me this, but rather hinted it. Some kids these days need someone to help them see properly, and although we can all be special in our own ways, being unique out there isn’t so widely accepted. We all want to live a life of appreciation and not to be so blind to what’s occurring around us, and how our decisions do affect us- in the long run, that is.

I don’t want anyone to end up like that; some person walking around, sightless to what’s happening. I grew up particularly more knowledgeable compared to my peers, not much in the academic field, but more in the common sense way. There are a few of my friends, or people that I see and know around here that aren’t going to be sensible until they’re full adults and have actually been through hell, or never realize. Life is bad, but that doesn’t mean you should talk about it plainly and every second of your life. There are three things you shouldn’t argue about and such; politics, religion, and society.

That’s good, though, but middle school and high school shouldn’t be your peak, like it was for me. It shouldn’t be the top of the roller coaster, but rather a continuous upwards. There will be a few dips and dives, but nevertheless, you move on. Problems will happen. Of course, I had a lot of those. I started smoking during the seventh grade because my parents would let me. My friends all left me with the problem people, which of course made me into a problem. I had plenty of my own, but right then, i knew I wasn't going anywhere.

Life is more like a scale in my head. There will be nobody who is equal at something, and there will always be a leader and a end. Someone has to be the worst in order for you to be first. And no, you won’t always be first. There are always a handful per se that will be first, and it will be rickety on the travel to the ‘leaderboard’. We are all important in that scale. We all have a place, and you don't need to know that at this age. Nobody should."

Callisto looked at the kids once more and calmed himself down. "We lie to ourselves more than we lie to others, in a more real sense. Imbalances in this world are tolerated as they should be and we should accept it, despite our society and so-called community being supportive to peculiar pupils." Cal glanced around at the bleachers of highschool kids and middleschoolers, and sighed. "Maybe some of us just need a hug, or some need less hugs. Now, who wants ice cream?"

by sylar