[allinian]

mark

[avior.]

name? jaxxon 'jaxxy' arleighton
gender? male
likes and dislikes? hmm mm we'll see but I'm thinking space, fairy tales, etc
prompt: wip wip wip

[leaftail101]

Ren Hōzuki | Male | Straight

Likes Tending to his gardens, listening to wildlife, reading

Dislikes Memories from the past, people over all, fires

Story The soft chatter of song-birds mixed with the rustle of summer leaves in the wind filled the air and calmed the young boy who welcomed the familiar sounds with open arms.
His hands, covered carelessly with dirt, worked diligently as he tended to one of his many gardens. This one in particular was very beautiful but, instead of roses and daisies, dangerous plants such as nightshade, hawthorn, and even Venus fly traps inhabited the area.
The slightest hint of a peaceful smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he gazed lovingly at the plants he tended to. He mentally made note that the Angel's Trumpet and Devil's Helm both seemed to be fighting for space and that he should probably relocate them. As he checked on each plant he kept catching himself glancing up to a bright red flower growing on the side of the garden shed. Flame Lily, a gorgeous flower with bright red and yellow colors and wavy petals. Most would have deemed the flower lovely but instead it brought nothing but terrible memories which seemed to wash over him in a dark wave.
The Flame Lily was his mother's favorite flower despite its extremely poisonous qualities. As a child, he had always thought of it more as a parasite, creeping up walls or on trees, choking the life out of the other plants.
His mother had specifically given the plant its own wall to grow freely and thrive for that reason. He felt a pang in his chest as he gazed at the fiery petals, his vision becoming unfocused as the flowers seemed to melt alive like a flame that danced in the breeze, embers bursting forth into the sky. He hated fire, in the blink of an eye it had taken everything away from him. Despite that, he never could bring himself to remove the Flame Lily. It was all he had left of his mother.
He was very young when it happened, only about five or six. He'd been helping his mother with the gardens during a hot summer day when his world fell apart. "Momma, when can we go inside?" The little Ren tugged on his mother's sleeve, sweat beading on his brow. The woman turned from her work to smile down at him. "Ren, you don't have to stay out here with me, go ahead and go inside with your father." Ren shook his head, puckering his bottom lip determinedly. "I want to stay with you!" His mother chuckled. "But your sweating out of every pore in your body! I don't want you to get sick.." She smiled at the stubborn look on his face. "Okay, you can stay out here with me if you go with papa into town to get us some ice cream." She lifted a dirt covered hand to wipe her brow as she spoke. "That'll help cool us down." Little Ren gave her a big smile before scurrying off to find his papa.

The loud jangle of bells clattering against the door sounded around the small shop as Ren and his father entered a small ice cream parlor. "Mama likes strawberry!" Ren declared, pulling papa by the hand over to the counter. The man chuckled as he smiled at the shop owner who was a very tall, lanky man. "Can we get a tub of strawberry, please?" The shop owner smiled down at Ren. "One tub of strawberry coming right up!" He announced, heading into the back room. Ren excitedly look at all the other flavor of ice cream as they waited. Then the shop owner came out with the ice cream wrapped in thick brown paper and tied with a tiny rope. "Here ya go! Enjoy." After Papa payed for the icecream Ren then led the way back out of the shop, "Hurry papa! Mama is waiting!" In his haste, Ren didn't notice the large man standing in his way before they collided. "Oof!" With a thump Ren fell backwards in the dirt. Papa quickly came to his side to help him up. "Are you alright, Ren?" Ren smiled at him. "Sorry papa, didn't look where I was going." With his papa's help Ren stood up, dusting off his pants. He turned to the man he had walked into, preparing to apologize when his father quickly pulled him behind. "What do you want?" His father's usually gentle voice turned gruff as he glared at the stranger. The other man mearly smirked. "Jonathan, it's been awhile, hasn't it?" He reached to shake hands but Papa stepped out of reach. "What do you want, Jake?" The man, Jake, chuckled as he took a step back. "You owe me, Jonathan. Time is up. I helped you get out." Papa glared at the man. "Don't talk to me about that here!" He gaze went to Ren but only for a second before it returned to Jake. "You can't keep running like this. They've got men watching your house. What they're about to do is just a warning but trust me when I say it only gets worse from here." Ren felt his papa tense. "If they lay a finger on her." Jake shook his head, "come back to us, Jonathan. You can't just up and leave saying you want out. If you truly love that wife and kid of yours you'll know what's best." Jake turned to walk away but Papa grabbed his shoulder. "Please, don't hurt her." Jake shrugged his grip off. "I'm sorry."

Everything was going too fast. Icecream forgotten, Papa was carrying Ren as he ran down the forest road back home. Ren didn't know what was happening, who was that man? And why did he know Papa? All he knew was something was going to happen and they had to get back home fast. Papa's breath was rough as they rounded a bend and the house came into view. Fire was everywhere. Great fiery tongues licked at the branches of nearby trees and devoured the home he'd grown up in.

His mother never made it out, as soon as his father let him down it was a blur of movement and before he knew it Ren was running into the flames for his mother. When help came they found the body of his mother crushed by fallen rafters and little Ren, covered in soot, crying over her.
His father was never the same after that. He became closed off and distant. He often snapped at Ren and didn't come home on most nights. He got caught up with some bad people again as vengeance took over. His father wanted nothing more then to get back at the people that took his wife away. It went on like this for years. After the fire had settled Rem had gone back to his old home to find some surviving seeds and sprouts growing through the ashes. He devoted himself to those plants and bringing back his mother's garden. Nature was Ren's only friend as he enjoyed what it had to offer. His father only got worse, eventually he didn't come back for a week then it was all over the news. An entire gang was found dead inside a warehouse. His father was among the casualties. Ren had no idea who killed him, all he knew now was that he was alone with no house, no family. Nothing but a tiny garden of flowers that refused to die and the empty whole left inside him.

[Kestrell]

name?
Vallen R. GreenWood

gender?
Male
likes?
peaches, cakes, sunsets, heights, stars, poetry,
sappy love stories, long movies, texting, close friends, flowers
dislikes?
sci-fi, theater, caves, glow sticks, googly eyes,
email, long distance relationships, heat over 90, valentine's day
write a 300-word minimum prompt from their point-of-view:
It was the last week of summer. Usually the loneliest, it reminded Vallen of how painfully alone he was without Dante. Another year of school would start and both of the boys would pack their things and be sent to opposite sides of the country. Vallen loved school. He had nothing to complain about there; good grades, a small group of friends and he was studying a subject he loved dearly. But nothing was the same without his other half.
They laid together tonight on a hill overlooking their town. The sun was setting a stunning series of purples, violets and pinks. They didn't dare speak as both boys were having trouble dealing with what would be their second year apart. Usually though, Vallen rarely had to speak because it seemed that one always knew what the other had to say. Vallen sat up and picked a flower growing in the grass next to him. He didn't know what it was but it had the pointed petals of a lilly but the miniature size of a clover. Yet, Like a small child he began to gently tear the creamy petals off of the stem. "It's for good luck" he assured himself. In truth, he didn't know why he tore the petals or even if it was good luck to do so, but it felt good. The task took his mind off of the mere hours he had left here. Pollen fell onto his stiff black pants and vest and stained his fingertips yellow. Stems began to pile up on the edge of the quilt where he sat.
He would miss these nights where he could stay up and watch the sun set with his friend. He would miss the silence of his hometown. He would miss the thick cool air of nighttime. But in another long year he would be back, trading the sand and heat and school of Arizona for the grass and sunsets and friends of home.
other
idk why but he reminds me so much of my oc Dante I feel like they would be friends!

[ty_tay]

mark

[everglow]

Mark!

[friggin' foxes]

9TailedFox 》Quinn 》Male

Likes
Sweets| Refined culture | History
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Dislikes
Dirt | People | Attention


My art is so bad compared to yours. ^^'

[rvbytea]

name;; Avarice fujiokio
gender male

likes
-being the center of attention
- secretly a huge violin nerd
-magnolias
-exploring abandoned buildings with friends
-living on the w i l d side
-likes hedgehogs a lot?

dislikes
-being put in his place
-being proven wrong
- he hates heat
- opening up and open people
- wasps?

[tynahi]

This is beautiful!

name? Jackson Reid
gender? Male
likes and dislikes?
Likes
o Piano
o Dancing
o Stars | Nighttime
o Gardens
o Travel
o Birds
o Romance [Secretly]

Dislikes
o Crowds
o Unfair Situations
o Snobs
o Jumping to Conclusions
o Disloyalty
o Storms
o Staying Indoors

[root]

name? marcell
gender? male
likes and dislikes?

write a 300-word minimum prompt from their point-of-view:
OR
draw a picture of them!


mm maybe res?