[beeqlass]

username;
name;
gender;
prompt;

-only certain days he actually enjoys,
-the days with rolling pink clouds running towards the sun
-with a warm orange/purple mist
-pretty sunsets


does this just happen to have any reference to the song

[spirit • daydream]

username; APH Siantia
name; Aurora Eha Nyx Saab-Morgenstern
gender; Female
prompt; (500 words)

"My favorite time of day would be dusk. No wait...I love dawn. No actually I think it's midnight. Wait....is it? No! It's actually midday! I'm sorry. I can't really choose which is my favorite because I love everything about the days and nights. They are all so amazing! I could talk about them for, well, days! I love dusk and dawn because the clouds are absolutely amazing! The oranges and purples as well as the mix up of those many different colors. And the midnight colors of night are a gorgeous blue-ish purple! The stars match perfectly as they twinkle in that dark abyss of colors. Especially on cloudy or foggy nights and days, they seem more gloomy to most, but the colors are so perfect because they are a dimmer version of themselves. I love all the colors of the sky and just watching them change from day to night and vice versa. Actually, I could prefer either dusk, dawn, or maybe midnight as my favorite time of "day" because of, yes the colors, but also because of how they are so well blended together. Hopefully I didn't rant for too long. Bye!"
(196/500)

[vak]

ahhhhh congrats!!!

[roelian]

username;
Katzuvo

name;
Sojiro

gender;
male

prompt;
The morning rays do nothing to warm the chilly hands of night that cling to the early morning hours. Still, the promise of a new day has Soji stretching, his muscles excited for a new day. He is awake before the world, before the sun has even thought of embracing him in warmth. And yet this moment, when the fog over the mountains turns the sun's rays a cloudy orange, is when Sojiro feels the most alive. Like he was put here for a reason.

His reason, for the moment now, is trekking the Appalachian Trail. The absolute best hiking hours are early, before anyone else has thought of rolling over to wake. The wind is still, the birds quiet, the chill of the air just barely too cold. It makes it exceptionally worth it when the world begins to come alive and he knows that he was there for it. It makes waking at 4am worth it.

Not everyone would wish to wake early to start moving, carrying along multiple pounds of backpack. But Sojiro is different. He loves the chill. The burn of his legs as he continues to walk. The ache in his back. And the promise of another day, as the sun wakes to greet him.

[resolution]

username; resolution
name; levi
gender; male
prompt; time of day [494/500]
xxxxxThe simple click of the door shutting securely behind him was enough to cause an immediate collapse in posture. His shoulders slumped, his eyes trained down, and his back rounded, all to the tune of a tired sigh. The day, as expected, had been draining, and the lone kalon felt a certain contentedness among the silence of his apartment. He always kept every light in the building turned off when he left just for the sake of this comfort. Though it was, admittedly, dark in the city when he returned, just the streetlights often seemed to be blinding him.
xxxxxThe apartment itself was far too simplistic. The walls were bare, the furniture was minimal at best, and every window in sight was blocked by heavy blinds. However, this too offered the kalon that certain comfort which he sought. In any event, he rarely had company; he kept the home solely as a refuge where he could reside absent from work. The kalon quickly removed his shoes and headed towards the back of the small apartment, to his bedroom. The bedroom was the only room he held any fondness for, and that was because of the obscenely large window parallel to his bed. Though he lived in the center of the city, the window faced the scarcer edge, making the stars more visible among the dark sky. The golden moon, too, offered that warm, supportive feeling, and he basked in its light, feeling the softest part of the night quickly approaching. As if on cue, the street lights began to flicker out, and he was left alone with the celestial bodies above.
xxxxx“Is there a time more honest than the deep night?” he asked to no one in particular, knowing that the words would offer him no closure; uttered words in solitude can do no more than hang, listlessly, in the air. There was truth in his words. In the few hours after midnight and before dawn, there was little but honestly. Most dreamed of lives generated by a vicariously earnest subconscious which found itself unable even to define a lie- anyone else tended to live by desires too primitive to formulate deception in its complexity. Levi, too, was a creature of truth, so the deep night tended to turn him unusually sentimental.
xxxxxDuring the daytime, Levi works as a model. He’s adapted to being an admired figure, someone that others envy. He’s accustomed to having people be drawn to him. He’s used to the mental process of recognizing himself in advertisements- yet he’s never figured out how to stop his nausea due to this. The daytime, in all of its light, lacks warmth itself. It reeks of false civility and lies. But in the darkness, his home is quiet. There are no others, and there is no light. There are no mirrors: there are no photographs. The night is quiet, but it is not aloof. The night is dark, but it is not cold.
levi -by me

[faunsie]

username;
name;
gender;
prompt; Res!

[cherubim]

username; crepuscular.
name; --
gender; nb
prompt;
→ doesn't have a sense of time
→ favours any time alone/in solitude
→ always busy

or

→ loves their small little silver chain with father's dogtags
→ or even socks. wears socks everywhere, especially weird patterned socks

[King Andre]

Mark to watch, nice kal nim nim.

[shadows.]

marking!

[ghostie,]

username; novaturient
name; laurel (prefers going by laur)
gender; female
prompt; a simple silver necklace given to her by her late grandmother

or

mid afternoon