[Dreamie]

username; dreamie
name; xx
gender; xx
why do they evolve?; [can be something like love, sadness, hatred, whatever. story or just description or go wild.]

this idea/prompt is super interesting & good ????

[yinsum]

username;
name;
gender;
why do they evolve?; [can be something like love, sadness, hatred, whatever. story or just description or go wild]

res

[AngelsRuin]

User ; ; AngelsRuin || Name ; ; Kat || Gender ; ; Female || Playlist ; ; xxx** || Moodboard ; ; xxx || Word Count ; ; 440

Indent To say that Kat wasn't normal would be an understatement, she was the resident freak at school, a loner to say the least. One who preferred her music to social interactions. Although she never would've guessed that her feeling of never belonging or never knowing who she was meant to be was due to the fact that she hadn't fully completed her 'transformation' into real self. If she could even call it that, a transformation. It was more like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon and knowing that this new person, this was who she was meant to be.
Indent It all happened one night, a night that started with little difference from any other night she had experienced. It was a night that consisted of a screaming match between parents that had never really been a parent to her, sneaking out through the window of her second story room and catching a ride with a close friend of hers to the Slipknot concert that she had bought tickets for as an early birthday gift. Looking back on it, the events of the night could have been completely avoided had she just listened to her guardians when they grounded her to her room. But Kat wasn't all that good at listening.
Indent It wasn't the concert that caused her to change, although it may have been a factor. However, if you ask her she'd tell you that she has no clue how she became to way she was. The rush that she experienced in the tightly packed mosh pit of the concert ground didn't fade as the two got in the car to go home. As she climbed to the roof of her parent's house to sneak back into her room that night, gathering what she would need for a number of days before sneaking back out and jumping in the back of her companions truck. Her laughter echoing in the abandoned streets at two in the morning as she left her house behind.
Indent In fact, the rush she experienced at the concert still hadn't passed the next day when she woke up to the disbelieving stares of her friend. It was like being at the concert, feeling the base shaking her body the same way it shook the ground, screaming the lyrics along with hundreds of others, had unlocked a door in the female. It made her feel invincible. Like she was on top of the world. A feeling that encouraged her to be herself despite what others thought. Plus, she ended up with a pretty cool appearance after the fact as well, so that was nothing to complain about.
** some songs may swear, advanced warning.

[doryphoros]

username; aporia. | name; asriel | gender; male | theme song; im closing my eyes by potsu | palette; snow valley | word count; 800 words

it was a greyscale winter day when it happened. the snow was drifting down, a blanket of silence to cover the frozen greens and yellows of the dying ground. it clawed at his feet as he staggered through it, shock and fear glazing his eyes. he never meant for it to end this way. he didn't want to die this way. he kept stumbling through the white haze, hoping that the neverending white would cause his memory to go blank as well. suddenly, his legs gave out and he fell to his knees in the emotionless sea of white. "no." he hissed, crawling forward in a desperate bid to survive. "no, nonononono..." his voice trailed off into a whimpering sob, and he finally collapsed, a blotch of red amongst the harsh, endless white.

asriel awoke, but not in the place he last remembered. it was his house, but some things were a bit off. he walked over to the picture nearest to him, and picked it up. it had used to be a picture of him and... he frowned. his mind was coming up blank, he couldn't remember what he had been thinking about before. "strange." he muttered, walking aimlessly about the house. "as! as, stop!" laughter rang out from a room to his left, and his heart contracted painfully for reasons unknown to him. a fervor possessed him as he chased after the source of that laughter, down a brown-hued hallway. "ty! tybault! ty, please, where are you?" the words burst out of his mouth, and he ran faster. a faint silhouette began to show itself, but the laughter only grew fainter. the hallway stretched on forever, becoming darker as he raced onward, trying to reach that speck of light. "ty!" he screamed, reaching for the light as the last rays faded out. he tripped and fell to his knees, shuddering sobs echoing through the lightless hallway. "not again, please, no..." the darkness reached in and closed his eyes, dimming his consciousness. he thought he heard a last giggle before he slipped into peaceful blackness.

he woke up again, white flooding his vision. he winced at the sharp pinpricks of pain lancing through his eyes, squinting to see where he was. footsteps and muffled voices were somewhere close by, he heard, but still wasn't completely sure of where he was. his eyes adjusted enough to let him survey the room he was in. it was a sterile, empty hospital room. e looked down at himself, and his brows furrowed in confusion. he was... different. he'd changed, somehow, for some reason. panic bubbled up in him, and he attempted to get up, but yelped in pain as several iv's almost ripped out of his arm. "sir, i'm going to have to ask you to stay in the bed." the door opened and a nurse rushed in, helping him back into the bed. "w-where am i? where's ty?" a flash of confusion swept over the nurse's face, quickly replaced by pity. "you're in andus national hospital sir. and i'm assuming ty is your significant other?" asriel enthusiastically nodded, and the nurse's shoulders slumped. "sir, he's.... he's in a coma due to intensive trauma to the lung. we managed to stabilize him, but had to put him into a coma to let him heal.." asriel couldn't speak. "c-coma..." he whispered, and the nurse nodded. "i'm sorry sir. there's nothing else we can do except wait. you can see him, if you'd like." asriel nodded, less enthusiastically. "y-yes, i'd like that." the nurse helped him into a wheelchair, and wheeled him to tybault's room.

the room was quiet, a stark contrast to tybault's fiery and energetic persona. asriel clutched ty's hand, limp and cold. "ty...i'm sorry. if i had been more careful, none of this would've ever happened." he whispered. memories came flooding back, and he squeezed tybault's hand before letting sleep overtake him.

"ty, stay with me." tybault stood beside him, a pair of scissors in hand. he shushed asriel before pointing to his ear. listen. creaks sounded from upstairs, causing a bolt of cold lightning to strike down his spine. the creaks came down the stairs, and ty stepped forward. "ty, no!" he hissed, reaching for his boyfriend, but he was already out of reach. he'd reached the stairs before a knife protruded through his chest. "no!" he screamed, rushing to catch ty. he pulled the knife out and cradled his boyfriend, bleeding onto his pristine white shirt. a stroke of fear reminded him that the murderer was still in the house, and he kissed ty's lips, whispered an apology, and tore out of the house. he'd underestimated how cold it had been outside, but he didn't want to get caught. he raced on and on, deeper into that all-consuming white.

[thank my lucky stars]

username; thank my lucky stars
name; amelia
gender; female
why do they evolve?; amelia is a normal kalon - until she hears old school emo songs! then she evolves into a scene kid, something she both hates and loves. p!atd and fallout boy have a 90% success rate of evolving her, and she evolves every time she enters a hot topic store.

[Casperphobia]

username; Pitch1226
name; Solis
gender; non binary
why do they evolve?;

Solis was strangely nervous. Today was the day of the solar eclipse. The day they would evolve. They didn't know how they knew that because of the eclipse they would evolve. It was more of just a gut feeling.

Wip. Writer's block sucks my dudes.

[yuketsu]

username:
name:
gender:
why do they evolve:res

[Smilus]

username; Eosiin
name; Sio
gender; Male
why do they evolve?; [can be something like love, sadness, hatred, whatever. story or just description or go wild]

[NyxxofStars]

username; NyxxofStars
name; Vui (part of the Japanese name; Eievui)
gender; F
why do they evolve?; [can be something like love, sadness, hatred, whatever. story or just description or go wild]
Oddly enough, what causes this Kalon-mon to evolve is... a feather! I know that there are many type eeveelutions, but I've always been super curious how an air-type would look! Of course, it can't be just any ordinary feather, but must be won by defeating a Staraptor in a battle! Upon it's victory, the kalon-mon will be rewarded with a single tail feather a from the Staraptor and be able to evolve.

[Rabbit]

username; tuna fish
name; auctus (Latin for "growth")
gender; agender
moodboard; x



why do they evolve?;

"I didn't have a choice.

No one does, really. But that's why we need to take advantage of the choices we do have. Even the small decisions make a large impact, whether we know it or not. Do you know about the ripple effect? Sorta? I think you get the idea though, at least. Where one small droplet causes changes throughout the surface of the water. Yeah, that's how those minor choices could change everything. So really, we have no choice, but we also have all choices. We change everything, sometimes, by doing almost nothing. Wait, I'm losing you, aren't I? Let me back up a bit.

I hate the way the world is now. We were talking about that earlier, you remember? When you asked about why I looked all "dark and edgy," you said, wearing dark clothing and... whatever. Yes, well, maybe I look dark, but that's not really what I'm like. I think the world is dark, and I hate that. I thought it was all pointless-- this world, life, relationships, everything. People always leave, eventually, whether or not you live to see it or care about it. Eventually you will die, everything will either die or fade away, and sooner or later, everyone will forget. That's just life. Seems boring and pointless, doesn't it?

See, that's the point though. To find a point, in this, in all this... pointlessness. It'll be different for everyone, at least by a little. I can't tell you what the point is for you, nor can you tell me mine. It's not necessarily destiny as to what the point is for you, but rather, I think you decide it. I'm not too sure on that, though, so maybe it's all written in the stars.

Me? What is my point here? Well...
It might sound silly, but I write letters to people. As I previously explained to you, when we first exchanged greetings, I worked as a private investigator. I did eventually move on to working for the city, but not so much now. I spend most of my time doing whatever I wish. But yes, I write letters to people. It started with previous clients or families of victims, moving on to random strangers or people I see frequently. People who have lost a bit of the glimmer in their eyes, or the colour in their lives.

Each letter has something different inside. What's inside? Well, I was just getting to that, patience. Anyways, all letters contain, well, a message. Some of the messages are for certain people, like those I see frequently or victims. They have a certain burden that I know of, troubling them, and I try my best to tailor to that the best I can. Others, that I do not know so personally, receive a letter with a note letting them know that they are a wonderful and amazing being, with talent and worth, and to never give up on themselves. In addition to the note, the letters all include a gift. More often than note, the gift is something small and simple, but always unique. Be it a painted feather, a 3-leaf clover, or maybe something a bit more special like the pocket watch they were staring at in the shoppe window for a little too long. I try to make it the best gift I can, but hey, even I only can do so much. Still, I hope they like it. I try to include the reason for that gift in their note, like maybe they can learn to see the gilded gold lining of every day, like on a painted feather, or the clover will bring them luck. Sounds silly, I know.

I think it's helpful to some, but maybe not to others. I don't really know. I don't stick around long enough to find out, for I think I'd take it a little too personally if it did go badly. All I can say, though, is that I want to change the world somehow, in my own little way, with my own little water droplet. And I'm going to do that, one person at a time, one letter at a time. You never know, really. Maybe the letter is what gave them the final push to get them off their feet, to try once more at life. Maybe it means nothing to them at all, but at least I can say I tried, right?

If I want the world to change, I needed to start with the one thing I have the most control over:

Me."
[763/1000]



(I hope it's okay that my interpretation of evolve is them changing internally, not externally)