[~Levi~]

Totally get if you can't give an extension, but if its possible to have nr until tomorrow that would be great!
Thanks!

[Karmel]

A two day extension has been granted!
New deadline is April 1st at 9:00pm PST.

[sobble]

bless you karm!! <3

[pepper333]

Username: pepper333
Name: Damara
Gender: female
What Do They Love The Most: The rain!

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darkness is such a daunting thing. this kind of darkness seems different, though. leonie knows it from the way she feels like she has a frog in her throat- she’s suffocating and trembling all at once. she can’t see a thing. her mind should be filled with terror or panic or something, seeing as she can’t feel the wriggle of her toes and even though she’s choking, sobbing, screaming, she can’t hear it. the only thing that is completely present is the slow, lethargic beat of her heart.

this, too, is strange. something’s off about it. she just can’t place it.

suddenly, a voice that is the embodiment of comfort, of warmth, pierces the darkness and brings harmony to leonie’s ears.

“darling.” her sobs cease, the tension in her body seeping into complete relaxation as she succumbs. the voice provides the warmth of a fireplace in december, the geniality of seeing an old friend in the grocery store, the coziness within a piece of freshly baked, homemade apple pie. the voice is home.

“you have so much to live for. your decision really sucks.”

oh, right. that’s what led her here.

the darkness retreats for a moment, and with its absence brings a memory. she’s in her bathroom. the light is dim. a mason jar with a wilted bouquet of wildflowers sits on the sink. the mustard yellow tiling is a welcomed sight- although she’s always thought it’s totally ugly, the low-quality overhead lighting mutes it to a color almost tolerable. then she looks in the mirror. she looks absolutely zombielike. she’d pallid; she looks worse than she has at her very worst times. just seeing herself like this causes panic. leo can’t control the heaving of her chest and the shaking of her entire body. a hand settles on her shoulder. with it, this time, brings the comfort of driving with the windows down during the summertime.

she whirls around at an attempt to catch the owner of this hand. there is nothing. her memory is torn from her in that very instant, and it is back to darkness.

“you weren’t thinking straight.”

maybe not, leonie thinks. but there is no point. she is engulfed in a void with no way out. she can’t see herself, she can’t hear her own wails, but she can feel her body retaliating against itself with every sob that wracks her frail body. this is what you get when you have no friends and you lost your job and your mum has only ever hated you and you can’t even sleep at night because your mind goes a thousand miles a second and-

“take this time to think. there is nothing here but you.”

-you can’t even get a girlfriend because you aren’t even deserving of love and you can’t even get into college because high school you tried anything she could to be popular and be liked and now here you are living in an apartment off of the very last of your savings and-

stop. a memory.

her mother’s smile beams down at her. tears are streaming down the woman’s face- there’s jubilance in her expression. excitement, and a little bit of fear, but love. so much love.

what is this?

leo hears a coo. it seems to have came from herself. she quickly realizes where she is. this was the day she was born. a vulnerable, blank slate of a person, already being shaped by her surroundings and her environment. her mother is saying something, but it’s garbled. leo doesn’t understand. nevertheless, it’s beautiful, an ascending aria and a dolce ballad all in one. a musical within itself. nothing compares to the love in her mother’s voice. a tiny hand reaches out to grab that of her mother’s. then, another memory.

a picnic. leonie’s most cherished quilt is laid upon the grass beneath a towering oak. the breeze tickles her nose as she reaches into her basket for the lunch she prepared for herself. an almond butter and jelly sandwich, green grapes, strawberries, blueberries, and a thermos of hot chocolate. probably a weird combination for a spring day, but it’s all of her favorites. while eating, she’d pluck pieces of sandwich from the center and toss them to a lonely, inquisitive squirrel lingering nearby.

this memory was bittersweet. this was approximately a year ago, when her self-destructiveness was at its worst. still, it was the best day she’d had in a long time. having her own back was something she’d been deprived of, and forcing herself to sit down, enjoy a lunch- perhaps a little fruit heavy, but only her favorites were allowed that day- and watch birds play in the park, hear the joyous laughter of children from the playground, listen to gentle conversation from lovers going on walks along the sidewalk… it was something she’d desperately needed.

the hand was back. this time, ease washed over her in waves- literally. it reminds her deeply of the time she’d traveled to the coast and just let the tide lap at her toes. she spun around, expecting nothing, but it was her, only her reflection and the darkness.

“you aren’t allowed to miss out on these things.” the voice comes from the other version of herself. “we aren’t allowed. you need to decide what you need to do.” and with that, the other’s hand caresses leo’s cheek. it carries images of late nights, tears shed under the solace of her covers. reminding herself that everything would be all right.

and leonie decided.

all at once, it seems, the tension in her throat releases. light rushes towards her so quickly that she feels she’s going to go blind. she breathes in as deeply as she had in her memory of that day of her birth. the breath is like a rebirth. and she realizes as she looks around, dazed, laying in a hospital bed, that the thing she loves most out of everything in this world is the world itself.

[olive oil]

username:: olive oil
name:: Evanna Daye
gender:: female
what do they love the most: here it is bigger <3

[pathogenic]

Username: enthusiiast
Name: Laurie
Gender: Female

What Do They Love The Most: Her daughter, she couldn't stand living
in the world without her daughter at her side.
She's so alarmed, afraid something will harm her, like a porcelain doll,
but her daughter never breaks, so it all builds inside of her.
Her daughter is her spirit, and why she's living. If their bond broke, she
would feel so empty, and so much colder. She wouldn't get over it.

She's afraid of her daughter growing up so she always tries to act like a child,
so she too will remember the days of her youth.
She enjoys the time with her daughter, but she's afraid as time grows her daughter
will slowly nudge away from her. That she will have nothing.

Laurie herself, would become her own porcelain doll. Except she'd let herself break.

Early good luck to all from me !

[black crow]

Username: kenmei
Name: rosabel
Gender: female
What Do They Love The Most: "there is nothing better in this world than you, my love." she whispered quietly, her words carried away by the breeze. it was midday, and she was out in the garden, basking in the glorious sun. she'd been talking to her roses, of course. bending down a bit, she got so close to one that she could feel its petals brush her snout, it being ruffled by her breath. she inhaled, the rose being pulled towards her nose in an almost cartoon like fashon. the scent was sweet, tangy, and beautiful all at once. it faintly smelled of rain and cotton. rosabel breathed deeper and pulled away. in a soothing voice, she sang under her breath to the rose, her voice a mere tenth of a whisper at this point. unless you listened closely, you could scarcely hear her at all. she sang a small song that she'd written herself just for the roses. she'd circle her small rose bush, and by the time she was finished cooing and singing and making conversation with each and every rose, it would be late in the afternoon. this was common, she tended to lose track of time while having her one sided chats. there was a reason with a deep meaning that she loved her roses. it's because down in her heart, she knew that every living thing deserved to be cared for and loved. everything has feelings, and she takes the golden rule to heart, always treating others how she'd like to be treated. rosabel sighed, turning away. she'd done he good deed of the day, talking to her plants that were much like he own children. now it was time to rest.
:::::: in case it's unclear the thing she loves the most are roses and any plants. I made this in a splurge of creativity and it's a wip but if I don't get back to it tomorrow then this should be enough to cover the general idea! good luck to everyone in advance <3

[whim]

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