Prompt 1: A Special Person [ results pg 8 ]

[malaise]

featuring frying pan (bottom left) and tootsie roll (bottom right)

"siblings: enemies you can't live without!"

"i'm going to give you three seconds to get off of me. one... two... three--"

[faunsie]

"I still fall for you everyday, anyday." (Click for art)
To my love Athena, from your dearest, Zeyphr

[deerbroken]

"I don't know what we are, but I'd say we're pretty important to each other."

As the fire crackles quietly, Elliot wrings his hands as he stares in the burning flames before him. Someone important to him... What could he say? He'd always been afraid to be close with others. The world was cruel, and unforgiving, and those who came to the colony from the outside often didn't stay long. Those who did usually fell in with the rest of the crowd that made their home in the little city, helping other caravans and shops and taking up one of the old abandoned houses in the outer rim of the society. Even then, raiders and decaying monsters could attack at any second, and bring their city to nothing. How could he hold anyone dear? Keep them close? It felt unimaginable. Unthinkable. Impossible.

Yet there had always been someone. "Simon," he says quietly, almost to himself, "We've always been..." close, is the first word that comes to mind, but he isn't sure that's the right word for it. "Friends," is what he decides on, despite the fact that they'd been far more than that for as long as he could remember. He was hesitant to explain, however, knowing that perhaps not here, but somewhere else it might be dangerous information to disclose. He'd be putting himself and Simondel in danger, to share that they were so close. That they couldn't live without one another. He laughs softly, pushing a stray strand of hair out of the way of his eyes. "He's a good friend. I'm glad that he decided to stay when I first met him at the gate of our little town."

[282 / 500 words]

[whim]

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"Bad things are only bad things."

Those words always lingered in her mind. She never knew what they meant, but they were present nonetheless, floating in her headspace one way or another.

She found herself repeating them whenever mistakes were made or disappointments occurred. "Bad things are only bad things..." It was surprising, it nearly never helped solve the feeling of doom or despair, but they were always there to remind her.

They were the last words from her fondest friend. They had been friends for as long as she could remember, going all the way back to their childhood. She always felt a deeper connection towards her, one much more prominent than mere friends, but could never bring herself to admitting or processing it. Perhaps it was love, perhaps it was something else. She never knew.

It was a dreary, gray sky that blanketed them as they said their goodbyes. Her friend had duties elsewhere in the world and it was simply just time. Devin felt her world crumbling, coming to a halt. But then her friend spoke softly: "It's alright, Dev. Bad things are only bad things." And things seemed alright.

She never saw her again. It was blunt and hard to fathom at the time. She had to think of her life away from her, without her. The day afterward she happened to have her wallet stolen, but those words appeared in her head. It was a bad thing... But why should she let her affect her and her life? It was inconvenient, but no reason to let it disrupt her life.

It was a rough couple of months, transitioning from jobs and homes, but it was those simple words that got her through it all. They were bad things, nothing more. They would pass just as the seasons did and happier times would come; she just had to be patient.

They write each other letters every once and a while, but it's difficult with both of their situations and the natural process of growing apart. Devin still thinks about her frequently, though, and knows she will remain a large part of her life. (359 words)

[PARK]

" People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors. "

not every act of an ancestor is something to be proud of.
terje watches red-hot embers ride the heat of the fire into the air .where .they
sputter out and turn to ash; fleeting. like all life, like all stories, like the world.
the youth beside him will burn out too, soon, but not sooner than terje himself.
for now, the future is in her hands.

he turns to her, fire dancing in her eyes.

"is that something that is important to you?" he asks in earnest. his thick accent
rolls off his tongue like .cold .water. "a special somebody? perhaps many special
somebodies?"

an acorn pops in the fire. terjelif furrows his brow, working his .jaw .to .dredge
up some thoughts. "mm, myself,"

a .wistful smile replaces terje's hard, thoughtful .stare, .and he looks back into
the fire, "i confess i have no family. i am not married, i have no children. if .i'm
truthful, it's not something i .desire. my ancestors went to great lengths to gain
power, and i won't have any more descendants cursed by that .same .dangerous
ambition."

if the young kalon were to prod, terjelif wouldn't share any more of his troubles.
they are his own, after all— .and anyway, his community is his family. they hunt
together, protect each other, .know each others' strengths and weaknesses. it is
all he needs.

[carpe]

‘I love you up to the moon,’ said Little Nutbrown Hare.
‘Oh, that’s far,’ said Big Nutbrown Hare. ‘That is very far.’ Big Nutbrown Hare settles
Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves.
He leaned over and kissed him goodnight. Then he lay down close by and whispered
with a smile, ‘I love you to the moon and back.’

Guess How Much I Love You (1994)

Iris & Iona

[yen.]

"I've finally found my real family-- my past and the things I did, I can leave them behind for good."
Zero - Vindis & Ferris

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[Kyar]

-x-


"Sometimes the things we strive for are closer than we could possibly realize."


-x-


Atronach shifts uncomfortably again, put off immediately by the intensity of the questioning. This was hardly what he had agreed to when he decided to rest here a while.

"I don't know what you mean," he protests at first, but... even as he says it, his mind begins to wander. First, over the mountains, back to the place of the gods. Where he was once someone, his mother, the goddess of the ocean, showing him the world below...

"There is no one," he insists.
But his mind wanders further.

Past the clouds, the realm of eternity, back down to the Earthly realm, his banishment. Years passing in a blur, faces coming and going with no recollection between. No ties. No loyalties.

But her.

The face he couldn't forget, the face he doesn't know why he couldn't forget.

Why?

"Etnalii," the name escapes as a whisper, a breath only to be heard by the wind. His eyes dart to the stranger beside him, and deep inside his heart writhes, hoping she didn't hear.

So many years he spent racing through the endlessness, trying to outrun the past, outrun time itself. Farther. Faster.

His eyes fade from their focus on the firelight, and he sees the jungle trees again. Her village. Her firm jaw, always set even in her smile.

Why can't he forget?

"I don't know what that's like," he sighs, the facade in full bloom. A dismissive shrug, a passive glance. "I don't linger around mortals. But what about you? You're so curious, you must have an answer of your own."

His chest fills with a tingling rush.

Forget her.

Even as he thought it, he knew he couldn't. He knew he never would.



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[shinjitaro]

"Tell me about a special someone that your Kalon has, be it romantic, platonic, family, etc.! Talk about whatever you'd like, such as tell about their history, what they mean to them, how they feel, or how they impacted them."





"I'm going to make you wake up earlier. And stay up. Every day. Forever."

Ichise is currently grown, a kind young man, with an established job, evaluating and disproving claims of miracles. But, before getting to where he is now, it took some strong efforts as he grew up! Ichise was raised by three monks, his three fathers! All three of them love Ichise dearly, as his closest family, but out of the three, the father he has grown up to resemble the most is Genomu.

Genomu isn't exactly as nurturing as his other parents, even while loving Ichise dearly. He enjoyed teasing him, and playing fun at him or with him, no matter his age. Genomu was ways the one to be as harsh as necessary on Ichise, or give him the best advice if he genuinely had a problem.

When he was younger, especially a teenager, Ichise often struggled to get up in the morning. In response to this, Genomu always tried his best to motivate Ichise, in an attempt to get him up when he needed to be, especially without complaints or midday naps alongside it. Though it wasn't exactly an inconvenience to anyone, it was worried that'd it'd become a habit, and eventually, Ichise normally ended up improving on those sorts of things.

When Ichise was younger, Genomu traveled and worked away from home more than he would've liked, which caused a bit of a disconnect between them for a while...

But! Whenever Ichise goes out to visit his fathers, Genomu is indeed the happiest knowing that what he's taught Ichise is going to good use, and they seem to have reconciled, still having a very close parental bond.

[justamindset]

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