[S-S-Sweets]

Possible mark?? What a cutie. <3

[eltonn]

"Is there pity for the plain girl?
Can you see the panic inside?
I'm making you uneasy aren't I?"

[saturnus]

username: saturnus
name:
gender:
prompt:
extra:

big mark

[Yuroshi]

Mark

[arcanewilde]

Mark

[shawty-cs]

username:
name:
gender:
prompt:
extra: (if you want to add anything else, provided it's within the limit ^^)

Mark !! 💕💘

[0h-Six]

mark!

username:
Lloril
name:
Artemis
gender:
Male
prompt:
Definitely see them taking care of a garden. His mother's possibly?
extra: (if you want to add anything else, provided it's within the limit ^^)

[~Levi~]

username: ~Levi~
name: Seth - "In Egyptian mythology, Seth was the god of Chaos, Desert, and storm. He’s also the evil god who killed Osiris. The name Seth is Greek for Set, an Egyptian word, which means ‘the one who dazzles.’"
gender: male

http://tinypic.com/r/smrdvt/9

prompt:
Seth was standing on top of windswept hill, staring across the vast plain of rolling hills interrupted by clumps of trees, bursts of salt and pepper rocks and snaking mirror like rivers. As the sun beat down on him between the curtains of soft cloud, Seth couldn’t help but relish in the feeling even as sweat trickled down his back and chilled immediately in the wind. It was so different. As he stood there, scanning this vast green and gold world with splashes of flowers, a mix of emerald, jade, canary, flaxen, bronze and rust, he noticed a shadow followed by a screech. An eagle. And oh did Seth feel envious of those hollowed bones, long wings, groomed feathers and sharp eye sight that gave it the world shown from above with no barriers to worry about - freedom.

Seth lowered his eyes to the hills once more and admired the blanket of moss, grass, flowers and ferns. The air was filled with smell of flowers and yet it was not quite overpowering to become sickly sweet as the fresher scent of grass lightened it and the earthy wet scent of moss that was less pungent but instead provided a base for it all. It was as synchronised and balanced as an orchestras symphony that was being led by its conductor. A light scuffling noise alerted Seth to another life form, this time a small field mouse, blinking as it emerged from its borrow with twitching pink nose and soft downy fur. Seth watched as it’s eye scanned the sky nervously before it took cautious step after cautious step leaving behind the soft earth in favour of a small outcrop of rocks that jutted out of the ground disrupting the pattern of moss and grass. And in its shade curled a small fern, not yet grown to be a towering a giant, shelled by the rock’s shade and hid is brilliant light green leaves by wrapping them tightly.

And once again Seth admired this place that was so full of life and colours from his own original home that he could not help but compare this crystal blue sty to the crimson red one that smothered his own home. And how instead of the gentle rolling hills and blue mountains there would be muddy mounds and swampy marshland with not colour except for reds and darkness, with the pitch black hole for a castle looming forever ominously on the horizon. Instead of a plea sent symphony os smell there would be an overpowering stench as each factor tried to out contend the other, from the slow syrupy blood red river that stank of rot and consumed all in its path to the over sweet smell of rotting meat of some sort.

Oh how he loved this place with no chains, no mud that squelched or slurped at you as you walked. Not deafening silence when stand still away from the river hunting at the isolation. No, to Seth this was paradise.

extra:

[Esther~]

mark

[kolyakun]

username: Kolyakun
name: Maciek
gender: Male

prompt:
Maceiek’s favourite place is on the ice. The smell of the freshly resurfaced ice makes him feel at home and when Maciek is upset, he takes to the ice. Whenever Maciek is doing spins and jumps, he lives in the moment, and forgetting why he is upset. To him, skating and dancing on ice is his own definition of happiness. The sensation of spinning so fast that everything around him is a glimmering blur, and leaping into the air, landing perfectly balanced on one foot, is magical. To Maciek, skating has allowed him to feel the real meaning of living in the moment. All he needs is a pair of blades and an empty ice surface.
[116 words]

extra:
Quick notes:
Maciek is around 16/17
coach isn't anyone in particular, just there for the story 0;
also drawn without horns...no reason other than to suit the humanized story if that makes sense lol
poses inspired by Yuzuru Hanyu, outfit inspired by Johnny Weir.

full sized skating picture
full sized kiss and cry picture
full sized kiss and cry no score