[canary.]

alone.
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elias november taylor | male
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✓violin
✓gardening
✓girls
✓cooking
✓being
treated
like royalty
✓robins
✓coffee
✓romance
novels
✓cats
✓learning
languages
✗the dark
✗labour
✗tea
✗children
✗large dogs
✗uncivilized people
✗disorganized stuff
✗not waking up early
✗sleeping too late
✗lectures
✗being alone
✗one sided
conversations
✗arguments
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A quiet sigh escaped my lips. I'm quite tired of all this, yet
it still fears me nonetheless. I want to get rid of the mess;
I am always found in the same spot as before. I clutched
my stupid little book closer as if it would calm me, the anger
passing through my fingertips and into the book. I tried to
look calm, I have a reputation you know. I abruptly stood up
from my seat and started making my way down the freakishly
clean hallways, Mother always made sure one speck of dirt or
dust wouldn't be ever visible in the house. I started walking
to the room I feared to enter. My footsteps were the only
noise, it scared me. I started jumping to conclusions, again,
my 'bad side' taking over again. Had they left me again? Am
I alone in this mansion? I certainly hoped not, even the thought
made me shiver. I furrowed my eyebrows, my usual facial
expression was to look almost unhappy. Again, I had a reputation
to keep up. I clutched the book in my hands tighter, as if I was
going to crush it any second. I picked my walking pace up a bit.
My breath hitched for a moment, my chest pounding like never
before. Could I do it? I'm not entirely sure. Suddenly, the floor
behind me felt like it was falling into a dark, black abyss below,
so I started running. I don't care if anyone would notice me now,
honestly. Every step I took felt like one of the tiles fell off and
fell into the never-ending black hole of my imagination, I knew
my mind was playing evil tricks on me but I couldn't stop it. I kept
running, the paintings I always hated whooshing past me. I stopped,
taking a deep breath and trying to regain focus. I looked at the
book in my hands, almost feeling sorry for it. I was subconsciously
tearing apart the forest green cover the entire time,
unfortunately. I took a peek at my watch, only three more minutes
before everything I knew would be ruining my entire existence.
I sighed again, my expression softening as I saw the chocolate brown
door in my view. I slowly walked towards it before turning the golden
handle, preparing for the worst. My head was pounding, my feet
ached and I felt like I was falling before I saw them. I entered
the room, all eyes focusing on me. I shut the door as I entered,
everyone watching me like a hawk. I walked up to the wooden table,
and set my book down. I took out the piece of the vase from my
pocket and placed it on top of the book. I sternly looked at all of
them and cleared my throat. "Good evening."
to be continued...

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[Raindrop]

helios ammeth | male | nobility and dubious poison-maker

(currently abroad rn, so a badly rendered sketch is all i can do atm sorry :c )

likes & dislikes;

✓ flowers, especially poisonous ones
✓ cats
✓ chemistry (of making poisons)
✓ formal outfits/clothes
✓ waltz music
✓ violins

✗ ignorant/stupid people
✗ insects
✗ heat/high temperatures
✗ sweet foods
✗ romance
✗ being stared at (um purple
hair and eyes, anyone?)

[lesbian]

Oleaster • Bigender • he/him & they/them • ♫ ♫ ♫



Finding Fuchsia

The quiet droning of a bee rushing from flower to flower filled the garden.
The sweet scent of my honeysuckle which grew proudly on the trellis in the
corner wafted lazily throughout the entire garden, only getting just too faint
to smell as you got to the furthest left corner where all my favourite plants
were. Today, I would be weeding… a task I had left for about three months
and it would now be incredibly overwhelming; alas, better late than never.
The sun was high in the sky and its warm rays made me feel a little bit livelier.

I kneeled beside the overgrown shrub that took up far too much of my garden
and chuckled to myself, “Why is it that the plants that are supposed to stay
the smallest and least imposing grow like heck in my garden?” I touched the
soft, waxy leaves and resolved to take care of it later… (probably never, because
it had grown on me). Reaching far into the underbrush to pull out any straggler
weeds that may have remained, “A-ha!” I got one, I lifted the single weed
above my head in victory and then threw it into the growing pile of other
weeds. The trouble with weeds is that when there’s one, there’s a million
more just around the corner.

Reaching my hand into the underbrush again I felt for anything that wasn’t
soil, anything that wasn- “A-ha!” I tried to grab it, but it moved? Craning my
neck to get a look underneath the shrub, I was met with two bright, shining
green eyes which almost appeared to be floating but they belonged to a
black cat who blended in well with the darkness under the shrub. I attempted
to reach my hand in again to pull it out but I was met with a hiss, much growling
and a scratch across my hand.

“Oi!” I was getting impatient, “if you don’t get out from under there I’ll have
to remove you!” Once more I tried to reach for it, this time is darted out, across
my garden and into the far left corner. “Ughhhh! Cat! I do not have time for
this!” I followed it reluctantly. “Hm, where’d you go?”

Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.

Some of my fuchsias were moving despite the lack of wind, “I swear kitty,
if you ruin my fuchsia… there will be hell to pay.” I crept closer until I was
within striking distance and then quickly grabbed the cat from under my
plant. Except, the cat that I held was neither the cat I had seen before,
nor was it black. In fact, it wasn’t even an adult. I knelt beside the fuchsias
and pulled back some of the foliage to find two little kittens that matched
in size the one I had in my hand, it appeared that the mother had given
birth in my fuchsias. I thought quickly about what I might do as I certainly
couldn’t leave them to the elements, I moved them into a cat carrier I had
from my last cat and left them on my porch whilst I resumed weeding.

The black cat returned, she must be the mother, I picked up the carrier and
brought it indoors and hoped the cat would follow. She did. It was rough for
the first little while, she didn’t see me as a friend, but the more she associated
me with food the more she liked me. She turned out to be a really sweet cat,
I named her fuchsia and I kept her – indoors now – and each of the kittens went
off to a new home.

✗ being wrong
✗ thunder and lightning
✗ macaroni and cheese
✗ being shouted at
✗ insects buzzing loudly by his ears

✓ gardening
✓ photography
✓ all fauna and flora
✓ chinese food
✓ sleeping under the stars

(so, i misunderstood &
did both, so whoever
wins can have this as
gift art if they want -
no worries if not! :3 )

photos by me <3

[gods]

✿ name
life
✿ gender
unknown; they/them
✿ likes
nature, history, patience, their work, interacting with animals
✿ dislikes
being kept in the dark
✿ balance
"Good evening."

Life gazed into her gentle eyes. They did not respond, only continued to tap a nail against their barren plate. The table stretched the expanse of the room, leaving an eternity between the two. She held their gaze. She was smiling.

"How have you been?" A servant stepped beside her, revealing a plate of grilled lobster tails. Delicate hands placed the food before her. As he moved back, the servant's arm brushed against her skin. He began to choke. In a moment he lay on the floor, face blue, unmoving. White wisps escaped his parted lips, vanishing in the rafters. A look of sorrow passed over her face. "I am sorry you had to see such an event, Life."

Life gazed into her gentle eyes. Life did not blink. She looked so happy to see them.

How had they been? They had no answer for this question; while they enjoyed their job, there was nothing new. Life contemplated the cycle of the universe: the birthing galaxies and dying stars or the blossoming plants and decomposition of those that passed. Life considered their role in breathing essence into the tiniest of bacteria to the most massive of underwater beasts. They could feel this essence of everything, all at once. And yet... there was nothing for them in this room.

Life forced a smile; they did not want to offend. The plate before them was riddled with scratches from their nails. The clicking they made was soft. "Thank you for inviting me, Death. You always try to make me feel welcome in your domain."

"How have you been?" Death repeated while prodding the tail. She took a bite. Teeth ground against the shell.

"I have had no troubles in my work. The future bodes well."

The world needed balance; Life understood this. Life promoted it in everything they did. Without Death there would be chaos; no one could live to their potential, souls would not find peace in the afterlife, and all would suffer.

But in the end, all Life felt when surrounded by Death was a harrowing emptiness. They gazed into Death's gentle eyes. A darkness swam in their depths. But without darkness, there would be no light. Both are necessary. And both are good.

"Why did you call me here?" They ran a nail along the edge of the plate.

Death stopped eating and blinked. "I wanted to wish you congratulations. It is the four billionth year this dimension has been in existence. You should be proud. Please, eat."

"Thank you," Life replied. They broke the stare, looking down. Four billion years is nothing to eternity. "I could not have done it without you."

[apprentice_]

yea this says closed but i,, selfishly asked for a one day extension yesterday
n got a yes so !! hopefully this is fine |'D ( if not, fo rg iv e m e ) || also i didn't
rlly code but so this is like highkey a wall of text and my only excuse is that
im dead inside


rainichi || connor, male
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“It’s subjective, don’t you think? Say that this— what is this? A mouse once, wasn’t it?”

Toes kneaded into soil as inquisitive fingers retracted from a maroon painted pelt, dropped when attention was stolen away from it. The boy was crouched near the ground that smelled of recent rain and the sweet something that consistently stained the outdoors air. The temporary sound of coins being rummaged through was caught on the wind; When the breeze passed, it left silence in its place, save for a single pleasant voice as Connor pulled a circular object from his pocket and held it in front of a pair of olive orbs that blinked at the movement.

“Right, this button then, say that I call it red. But perhaps you see it to be pink. We disagree, although neither of us are wrong, per se. My eyes are my own and only my own, and that is just as true for you as it is for me. In that, it makes each of us unique; It makes our ideals and opinions and every bit of our thought process entirely spectacular in the way that no one shares an exact replica of these. It’s a thing that should be recognized and admired; Instead, she dares argue with me at even the faintest hint of misalignment in our respective opinions. Then steam erupts from her ears as I risk a reply, and she casts me outdoors because a disobedient servant doesn’t deserve to stand by his mistress. Really, she’s an irritating little thing, but who am I to quarrel with her? I’d much rather she be out of my sight; I’m sick of those bouncy curls of hers, like gravity’s lost its mind and no longer does she weigh a pound upon this world.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m going off on much of a tangent, aren’t I?”

Holding the button in his palm, he extended his hand, and in return a wet nose lightly pressed against his skin.

“Don’t suppose you have any thoughts of your own on the matter, do you? Maybe I should have chosen a more appropriate example. You can’t very well tell red from other colors, can you? My mistake, then, I apologize.”

When the shiny plastic object was nearly abducted from him by a set of teeth, Connor pulled away and pocketed the loose item.

“You’re hungry, perhaps? A button isn’t something to eat. You should know that... even if you are just a dumb animal.” The cat craned its neck, its curious gaze meeting with the boy’s blatant stare. “Well, maybe that sentence was the sort of subjective thing I’ve been rambling about. Whereas your intelligence is in no way equal or even close to that of a human, your species is considered smart in comparison to many other animals. Although you, your particular presence, you do not seem to meet the standards of intelligent, even for a cat. The action of wandering onto property that is not your own is often accompanied by some form of punishment, I warn you.

“That being said, I’ll let you go, just this once. Don’t so believe she’d much care, anyhow. And though dumb you are, a sullen presence might be left to haunt me if I allow you to starve. So come nightfall, if you remain where I can find you, I’ll deliver... a present, let’s call it, since you’ve so kindly listened to my speech. Don’t make yourself too known, however; The children do like to sneak outdoors at dusk, and not only is their play something to be heeded, but I won’t stop them either. Nothing’s happened to them yet, nor have they done anything wrong, so I don’t plan on interfering with their nighttime shenanigans.

“In other words, more simple to understand: Don’t you do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

Dew covered grass rustled as Connor took to his feet, not having pet the cat before doing so despite the attention it obviously sought from him.

“I think I hear her calling for me. Or, possibly, her shrill voice has engraved itself within my mind, and now even when she isn’t around, my ears ring with her shouting. Regardless, it’s cold out, and there’s not been a chance yet for everything to dry off from the blasted rain. What was she thinking, sending me out here?”

A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of Connor’s lips, and he gave into the soft chuckle.

“I’ll tell her that her poor decision lead to me making a new friend. I’m certain she’ll be infuriated when I don’t tell her who I’ve acquainted myself with.

“I’ll leave out the bit where you’re a cat.”

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likes

✦ roses. not the flower itself, but things that radiate beauty only to hide the underlying thorns.
✦ mixed scents, food concoctions, combined sounds to create new stimuli for the senses.
✦ the twinkling sound of fresh piano keys, otherworldly, unknown, nonetheless inviting.
✦ the window to the soul, so they say. eyes, a personalized gem for every individual.
✦ the layer of dust that covers old objects. it tells how long a thing’s been unused.
✦ the one second moment in which realization takes form in a person’s expression.

dislikes

✦ bittersweet acceptance, feeling the pain but at last coming to terms with it, understanding it.
✦ the night before. the knowing of what’s to come. the dread and the darkness that follows it.
✦ emptiness. the feeling that something is missing, the discomfort that runs through you.
✦ untapped potential, placed into the wrong hands, the wrong mind, the wrong person.
✦ the morning bird’s first call that starts a new day and whisks away the night’s peace.
✦ forgetting. making a memory distant and hazy, the way it eats at you.


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[Kestrell]

sorry if this is kinda rude, but i was wondering when the winner will be chosen...??

[lysander]

sorry if this is kinda rude, but i was wondering when the winner will be chosen...??

hel's been away from home! just got back recently!

[helblindi]

sorry for the wait! i was at otakon last weekend and took the rest of the week off. ;v;

the winner is gods! i'm also awarding Raindrop with an hm.

thank you all for entering! it was super hard to decide on the winner omg

[satyn]

ahh congrats !! c: feel free to use my art if you want - I had a lot of fun making it !!

[gods]

thank you so much helblindi!! and thank you as well, satyn!

congrats to you, raindrop! i really enjoyed your art o: