[steamplonk]

reeeees w deroplatys!!!

[peachycupcake525]

Username: Peachycupcake525
Name: Morpho
Gender: Female
Story:
Free. It meant things to Morpho.

WIP

[Pepurrmint]

username - pepurrmint
name - cassia.
gender - female.
story (700 words) - wip.
art (1 piece) - wip. japanese luna moth

[Catskitten]

catskitten

res grasshopper

[immersive daydreams]

Username: immersive daydreams
Name: Diantha
Gender: female
Story: (700 word limit)
Art: (1 piece limit)

Res with an orchid mantis!

[eltonn]

Username: save seedcakes
Name: Monarch
Gender: Male
Story: (700 word limit)
Art: (1 piece limit)

res with he fell off his bike and almost squashed a ladybug

[Akatsuki]

Username: Akatsuki
Name: Evening
Gender: Female
Story: Evening, the Kalon, loves bugs. Everyday, she would go out and watch them. She’s sit on some grass and watch them fly, ‘dance’ in midair, and build/make things. She’d do this for hours, never getting bored. Fellow Kalon’s would think Evening is weird for watching bugs. But she learns from doing this. One day, as she was watching some beetles when something fast and blurry flew by. Evening jumped, and wanted to find what that was. She searched and found what it was: a blue dragonfly. In flew in midair, watching her. She held out her paw, and it landed on it, watching her. “Why hello there!” Evening spoke, softly. The dragonfly twitched its wings. Sitting down, she said, “Oh my. Your pretty! A blue dragonfly? I never seen one, let alone a dragonfly.” She tried not to make any sudden movements incase it scared him. Smiling she asked what its name was. The dragonfly flew up then back down on her paw. “Flight? Jumper? Umm, Wings? Sky?” It jumped at the name Sky. “Sky? Oh that's beautiful! I'm Evening!” Ever since then, Sky would greet her outside, to watch bugs together.

w-92 : chara.- 1084

Art:

[root]

username:
name:
gender:
story:
butterflies have always been favored over moths. you'd think i'd be part of this majority because of my markings, but actually, i quite prefer the butterfly's quiet cousin. when they came to visit me that night, i was delighted.


the creatures gracefully flitted around me as i dashed through the endless field. they rose and dove, their delicate orange wings shimmering in the gentle moonlight. i almost heard them laughing, a twinkly sound that was music to my ears. i laughed along with the moths.
a slight breeze ruffles the grass and brings my eyelids open, carrying me softly back to reality. i lay there on my back, watching the ceiling. contentment caresses me and i sighed. just as i close my eyes again, i feel something grace my nose and i look. there, an atlas moth was perched, it's fuzzy antennae waving back and forth peacefully. i did not move to shoo the creature away, nor catch it. i simply watched, fascinated by its marvelous beauty. markings of a fabulous orange, a black as dark as night, and a gleaming white shine against darker brown wings.
art: (1 piece limit)

wip!!

[a little guy]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Story: (700 word limit)
Art: (1 piece limit)



major wip!!

[Muggywort]

Username
SmolMuttt
Name
Bronwen
(Meaning dark and pure)
Gender
Female
Story
It was Summer, a time when kits celebrated their freedom from school, a time when fireworks lit up the sky with many different colors, a time when sprinklers covered yards with water. It was also a time for Bronwen to go out and do stuff she loves. You see, Bronwen is always tied up with her little green house as she's the only one working there but during the summer, the younger kalons are out looking for jobs, she has someone to cover her when she wants to go out. On this day, Bronwen had wanted to go on a peaceful fishing trip. She had hitched her small boat up to her small car and drove it to a nearby lake. As she was backing the boat into the water, she saw a yellow and black butterfly flutter by in that strange way all butterflies do. She thought nothing of it because she sees those types of butterflies every Summer. She then finished putting the boat in the water and tied it up to the dock before parking her car. She trotted back to the boat and as she made her way to it the dock creaked and groaned from the sudden new weight. Bronwen quickly untied her boat and stepped in it. As the old moter sputtered to life, she headed out onto the lake. Wip
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