[Trphlthdl]

username; Queen Of Aces
name; Abi Simmons
gender; Female
prompt; [ max 800 words ]
extra; [ optional, one art piece or 500 words ]

res

[.paris.]

username; .paris.
name; caligula/caesar i cant decideeeee
gender;
prompt; [ max 800 words ]
extra; [ optional, one art piece or 500 words ]

im gonna cry this is a huge hecking res

[teabug]

mark ♡

[SpartanAmethyst]

mark

[-galaxie]

dropping out! good luck to all !

[teddy.]

username;
147 141 171
name;
Carolina
gender;
Female
gender for breeding;
female
prompt; [544 words]
You were always the one they came to. One by one they'd flock to you, day-by-day.

"Fix my relationship!"

"How do I make things right?!"

"Is there any hope for me?"

Day-by-day, you would quell their worries.

"Don't worry, honey, you just need some you time."

"Just apologize, it's no big deal."

"He's not good enough for you."

The answers came spilling from your lips before you had time to think them. Each day the people would come with a grimace and leave with a grin, building the reputation around you. You kept yourself out of it, removed yourself. You had seen too many of these situations to get stuck in one yourself, you would say. But every day she passed you felt your heart flutter a bit, your breath catching as the scent of her coconut shampoo drifted through the air. No, no! You are not pining for a cute, wonderful, funny, kind girl. You simply admire her.. humor. That's it.

She always makes you laugh. You would stop before her if you could, though, just giving yourself long enough to look at her giggling face- the way her nose scrunches and she covers her mouth to hide her red face. That's just what friends do! Admiring your friend's adorable laugh is a perfectly normal activity between two friends who are not romantically involved and will never be because they are just pals.

You find yourself chasing after her pretty often- she draws a big crowd. Her voice fills the hallway and your heart as you walk speedily behind, finally forcing your way through the crowd to see her linking arms with a boy. You hear an earth-shattering crash. No one else in the hall seems to hear it as they continue about their days, but you can feel something tugging hard at your heart. The way she smiles at him. The way she laughs at his jokes. The gleam in her eye when he praises her. You quickly leave, not able to stand it.

You are not in love with her. You scream this at yourself, glaring into the mirror. You aren't angry. You are frustrated. Why do you have this feeling? What right do you have? Why should you have to carry this burden? Your heart is being pulled hard from the bottom, all the way past your toes. Your chest is wound up tight, you can barely breathe past the knot in your throat. Hot tears spill down your cheeks and you feel the confession come out of you. You are desperately in love with her, and you are desperately jealous. You feel your entire chest wrench, your body flinching away from that answer, the conclusion you wanted the least.

You feel the last few tears squeeze their way out and slide down your cheeks as she walks in. You simply smile when she asks how you are. She has a look in her eyes that you haven't seen before- something intimate and vulnerable, a soft gaze. Her hand brushes a tear from your cheek, a finger rubbing delicately across your lips, and then she pulls you in and you feel yourself melt into her, the last tendrils of jealousy's evil vine uncurling from your weak heart.
extra;
wip-- working on an art piece

[velasco]

username: tenor sax

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diary entry, 1223
-- i can't believe it. she was mine for a split second,
before my brother swooped in and stole her all for
himself. now, technically, i guess she wasn't mine.
but almost. i was so close. i could practically taste
her love from a mile away, and then he just took
her. and it's not even like this is the first thing he's
taken from me! i'm not one to hate anyone,
especially family, but god, i loved her. i loved her
beautiful coat of raven blue fur, and the way her
dyed hair fell over her face, tickling her nose before
i pushed it out of the way. but no. now she comes to
my house everyday for all of the wrong reasons. she
comes over and her and rand immediately run to his
room. i can hear their pillow talk through the walls.
it gets so bad some nights i have to go to the living
room and sleep. even then, they're still too loud. her
giggles erupt out of the room and echo through the
house all night, and his deep voice travels thirty miles
away from him at all times. when they're this loud,
i can usually mute out her joy bringing laugh and
his jealousy wrenching voice with some calming
saxophonists playing their hearts out, but tonight
i just can't. i told her i love her today. all she simply
said was that she loves my brother and that she's
sorry. i took mental note of her words, and they'll
be burnt into my brain forever. "mal, i'm sorry. but
i love him. i loved you at one point, but you were
just too slow." she said i was too slow. she
followed that with examples of times she'd made
moves on me, and i hardly responded, if at all. if
only she knew how often this happened. if only
she knew how hard interaction was with me. i can't
keep a conversation for more than ten minutes,
i just can't. but i tried my best with her. i held
a conversation with her for eleven minutes once.
eleven minutes. i picked her favorite flowers
once and gave them to her. i could only find three
of them, so she only got three. my brother got her
a whole bouquet, but not a single one of those
flowers were her favorite. i tried my best with her,
but my best is nothing compared to my brother's
laziest.
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[trans]

username; trans
name; samantha "sam" diggory
gender; female

prompt; [ max 800 words ]

extra; [ 500 words ]

[JulieMew1010]

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username; JulieMew1010
name; Olea [ah-lee-ah]
meaning; Olive
gender; Female
magic au; x
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prompt; [440/800 words]

Olea stared at the feather on her desk nervously. I’m probably overthinking this, right? she thought nervously. This was Magical Learning class, and the students were told to instruct their feathers to fly to the front of the room. Olea took a deep breath and commanded the feather, “Fly to the front of the room and land on the ground.” She cringed at her unusually deep voice and couldn’t help but notice a few students staring at her in confusion. The feather didn’t move, and Olea started to panic. Was this supposed to happen? Why was her feather not moving, but some feathers were already on the ground in the front? Did she do something wrong? Olea began breathing faster and gripped her desk with both forepaws. She forced herself to calm down after seeing that not everyone’s feathers had flown to the front. She then was hit by a wave of realization: she had Substantial Magic. She felt a piece of her sanity break apart. This means that it would take much longer than usual to learn how to do spells without speaking. She stared into space pondering this as the teacher handed out wands to her and the other students whose feathers hadn’t moved. She said the command, winced again at her voice, and watched her feather fly to the front of the room. She felt tears welling in her eyes and wiped them away swiftly as she saw the other students cheering and sharing their types of magic. She felt a burning desire to have Spiritual Magic- was that jealousy? It must be, Olea thought to herself in despair. She felt a choking feeling- the feeling of knowing you will be stared at for years. Will I ever be able to do spells non verbally? she wondered silently. She put her head down and stared at her desk. What will others think? She had always had an usually low voice that had, over the years, caused others to think she had either a split personality, or that she was faking something. She had come across Kalons that believe she was born someone totally different and is pretending to be something she isn’t, and the thought terrifies her. She felt a short burst of burning hatred for those with Spiritual Magic, and those that don’t hate their voices. It isn’t fair! Why should they be able to do everything they’ve ever wanted without needing to worry about what people think? She sighed, knowing it was pointless to feel this way. It would never change anything, and she was left with one final thought.
What will become of me?

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[WolfOfTheYear]

username; WolfOfTheYear
name; Φύλλο (Fýllo)
gender; Male
prompt; [ max 800 words ] WIP!
extra; WIP!