[vympyre]

hya

amelia ann hux

- daughter of armitage and heir to the throne
- nuorias beloved princess
- visits gardens and has one of her own which surrounds the palace
- highkey in love with book-keeper commoner woman in town
- very giving and spends most of her free time helping out around nuoria's capital city
- " love is lending a helping hand, love is a rose in bloom, love is the look in father's eyes as he looks at mr. matias, love is miss _____'s laugh and the way my heart swells at the sound of it .. "

[lonk]

slAMS DOWN A RES

[Guest]

droppn since i don't have time 2 enter but gl 2 everyone else ♥ ♥

[ps4 kid]

username: ~Neon_and_Lylia~
name: Aiko
gender: Female
what does love mean to them?
Aiko's Mother: Aiko, What does love mean to you?
Aiko: Love, love is a strong word. Love is the word that could change your life. Love to me, means hope. A hope that is strong, and you should never let go of. Love is a bond, that will stick with you. Love can break you, but then fix you overtime, it's a healing process. Love is a rocky road that then becomes smooth, and you can walk it and see beautiful woodland paths. Love to me is something I never want to let go. Love to me is special, it's the spark of the camp fire during a camp night, and then the spark flares up, just like how one's heart can burn for someone they love. Love is the melting snow as the sun thaws it down, the sun being the love of your life. Love to me, is something that many kalons value, and it has brought a huge joy to my life. Love to me is priceless.
one extra: (another art piece of 200 more words)

[mousekewitz]

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username: lordren // name: eleanor marie schmidt // gender: female // girlfriend: carmen // song: helpless from hamilton
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The young and passionate Eleanor Schmidt is a waitress at a local diner and is happily taken by her girlfriend Carmen, who she is firmly dedicated to and spends her weekends with. Eleanor’s half-sister Bella introduced the two at a party in the late spring a number of years ago. The spark of their chattering was the beginning of months of courting and hour long conversations on the telephone while Eleanor would paint her nails and Carmen would gossip about the latest things in school.

The summer brought waves of warmth and love that bloomed brightly between them. Eleanor was quick to learn that love wasn’t always a fluttering in the heart or giggling shared between them as they curl together in her bed. Sometimes it is sending text after text after text and leaving dozens of voicemails because ‘she was at the party and then she left and she never said goodnight and god what if something happened to her’ and in her heart, she knew that she could never forgive herself should Carmen return to her arms harmed in any way.

On occasion, their love is tearful phone calls. When the world feels like it is just too much and there is nothing to stop them from falling, they cry. They choke and sob into the receiver, holding onto the bare nothingness between their arms while clawing at the sleeves of their shirts as if the threads that they tug with their nails will hold any answers. Love can be the nauseating feeling after a fight when the bomb has dropped and all that remains are bruised hearts and twin stares of hurt disbelief.

When it rains it pours oh but, darling, when it shines, oh, does it shine with glittering rays from the very heavens above. Eleanor basks in the light of sharing sweet strawberry smoothies from the diner with her cherished lady across from her, mouth delicately wrapped around a straw and a glint of admiration in her eyes. The plush seats hold her as she leans in quickly and meets Carmen for a kiss; it’s their very own cherry-on-top. Love is the double shifts she pulls every day for a week in hopes of saving her spare change and extra tips to buy Carmen one of the many circled items in the magazines she stashes in her bedside table. She dreams of wrapping the gift in the softest, prettiest tissue and decorating the box with a luscious ribbon that is sure to grab anyone’s attention. The aching of her feet from running at work is nothing in comparison to the passionate throb of her heart every time she finds herself lucky enough to set eyes upon Carmen, her love, her most trusted companion and partner.

The quarters that she slips into the claw machine at the diner for their fifth go at a toy is love. The way she frets over the folds of her skirt and the spreading of her eyeshadow paired with the blush that dusts the apples of her cheeks, a set of makeup that was bought as a birthday present from her sweetheart, shows the appreciation that walks hand in hand with the intimacy of their relationship. Their love is compromise even if they do not see eye-to-eye; it is resolve in the face of calamity. There is reassurance, trust, security, and the ability to simply have the other no matter the issue at hand. Love is all of these things and more, an infinite span of varieties of acceptance and caring. In Eleanor’s eyes, love is everlasting. [ 597 ]
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[KVShadow]

Username:
KVShadow
Name:
Azrael
Gender:
Female
What does love mean to them? (500 words or one art piece)
What does love mean to them? For them, it means cuddling up with her special person on cold late nights, getting up and comforting her special person or the other way around. It's just hanging out watching movies or just doing stupid things, not judging each other for the things they did in the past its what they do now. Playing board games when you get bored and playing monopoly and just laugh when you lose when you see all the stupid moves you did. Drawing together to see what you can make together. Just sitting my a fire outside enjoying each others company. Going star gazing and seeing what consolation you can find or even see if you can find any shooting stars. Calling each other stupid pet names alone (or even out) just to see if you can get the other mad or annoyed then give then a little kiss on the cheek and then smiling at them cause of how they look mad/annoyed.
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[Koily.]

username: Koily.
name: Annabelle
gender: Female
what does love mean to them? (500 words or one art piece)
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I love this kal already aaa ❤️❤️

[sillies]

simply beautiful kal

username: Undyne
name: Violet Dreams
gender: Female
what does love mean to them? (500 words or one art piece)
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To them Love is like shattered glass. If you step on it, it's painful, but if you keep it kept together it can be a view of a wonderful world.

[Grian]

username: .ss.
name: Kira
gender: Female
what does love mean to them?
for her mate to love her unconditionally, to be able to wait a year and stay loyal just to see them again.
one extra: (another art piece of 200 more words)

wip.

[Snowseph]

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Leah // trans female // aromantic asexual
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What does love mean to her?
Love has never been romance or lust for Leah; it has always been the lack thereof. Her concept of love came when her body quaked and she felt herself be snatched up by the putrid illusions from her past. No; it was not a boyfriend, girlfriend, crush, lover, friend, family member, or any of the sort. It was the fuzzy embrace of her loyal companion, her service dog, Daisy. She was the one that could help Leah to regain her grip on life; the one that would wake her from her relentless nightmares. No person would ever be able to help Leah down like Daisy could. People just talk and talk. People trip over their own idealistic delusions and manipulate and corrupt the world to accommodate them and only them. The mutual emotional connection Leah has with animals, and especially Daisy, will never be paralleled by another person.

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