[Foxglove.]

username;; LuciferDaDemon

name;; Adelaide

gender; Male

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A young Adelaide walked down the sidewalk, his strut lively. His parents waiting for him at home as he tired to get home, though he was in no rush. The air was cold, he had lived in Juneau, Alaska at the time. He hummed on his way home that day, he had been happy to finally be on his way home after a long day, he winced lightly when a breeze had picked up and it got colder. " Winter is around the corner. " he had hummed to himself, noticing the snowfall on the ground, a sigh had left the young boys mouth when he noticed it started snowing.

He got home twenty minutes to get home, which he was happy to finally be home. He had called out to his parents to alert them he was home, he was curious when he had no response. He walked around the entire house finding nothing. He noticed he had texts from his mother saying they had to leave the house and that it was an emergency and they couldn't take him with them. He continued to read see that his dad had texted about a bell for him that they wanted him to have to remember them. He didn't want to believe them, so he called both of them, multiple times only for neither to answer.

He hated the little bell at first, he saw it as a symbol of his parents abandoning him and that they didn't love him anymore. Years had passed and he still refused to look at the bell. He had sat in his hated house, watching the news, before he noticed something he wished he never saw.

" Couple found dead " he knew it was his parents, his mother had a heart condition and most likely had a stroke. His father had beat Cancer a year before he left, it could have come back easily the doctors had said they did what they could, so it never really disappeared. Adelaide remembers feeling nothing, then all of a sudden grief and sorrow had washed over him, though it was a few days later.

He began looking for the bell he had hid away from himself, often breaking down when he couldn't find it. He checked everywhere he could think of, he went in the attic, a place that as a small child his father would to him there was monsters up there. Adelaide chuckled at the memory knowing it was to keep him out, his chuckle didn't last long as he continued looking.

He looked behind the fridge, he used to jump out to scare his mother, though it never worked, he wasn't good at hiding. He sighed when he saw nothing behind the fridge. He looked through boxes that were on top of the fridge, finding other things his parents owned. Pictures, bracelets, old gloves, and pens. " If I can't find the bell, I do have these... " he sighed sadly.

A month later, he decided to check his parents room, a room he hadn't been in for a few years. That's when he noticed, a small shiny silver bell. He remembers breaking down blaming himself for never looking in this room. He wanted to see his parents, he wanted them to be proud of him for getting so far in life even though he has been scarred. He pushed through it all to make sure he could keep the house his parents had loved so much. He noticed the bell was on a ribbon that could be tied around his neck. He grabbed it and tied it around his neck.

Now, in the present, he still struggles to forgive his parents for leaving him and he still feels sorrow about them passing. Though this has happened, he works hard and is still living in his old home, he never leaves without his bell. He's happy with the way he was able to keep his life going, though he now has some mental issues due to what has happened. He knows his parents are proud of how far he's gotten, he loves them and wishes he could tell them one last time that he really did love them, always.

[idyll]

username;; Alonzo
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their object & connection to it ; 700 words max

oh res

[chunkypeanutbutter]

𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!
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username;; chunkypeanutbutter name;; piper gender;; female
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞?

My doll, it's been in the family for generations!

In our culture, dolls are very important items that are believed to have certain auras. They are
considered to be practically family members. We treat them with respect, and in return they will
keep our brothers and sisters safe from evils in the world. Every night, I take my Marisa to bed
where I will sing her a lullaby as we go to bed. It's a special comfort to me, I love to sing every
chance I get, and Marisa is the best audience because she will listen for as long as I can practice.
My mother has even told me how proud she is of how I've developed my voice over the years.

We take Marisa everywhere we go, and she's always the first I pack when we start planning for a
big trip. I know it's a bit cheesy, but I can truly feel my great-grandmother's spirit in it whenever
I talk to her. I knew her until I turned 3, when she had passed away at the ripe old age of 94. I've
always kept the memory in my head of her voice and her softness, despite knowing her for such
a short time in life. She was the one who made this doll when she was my age, and they used to
work in a doll making company many years ago. I even share her first name...Piper. My mother
has always looked up to her, and wanted her to live on inside of me. We both share a passion for
creating new things and singing, and it's no surprise I have such a strong connection with the doll.

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[Neon sparks]

username;; Lieutenant sparks
name;; Kuro
gender; male
art; WIP
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he has a Lute, he always wanted to be a musician. he was facinated with classical music and old things, this lead him to the lute. as its a traditional instrament from a very long time ago he found it to be a great idea to try and learn how to play it. it took him years to get as good as he is now but he still simply plays it casually.
he got his current lute wehn he was on vacation. this is also wehn he met henry, he met henry wehn they bumped into each other in town, they ended up walking around together after finding they were heading the same direction. henry reluctantly agreed to come along knowing it would be awkward to refuse and then just fallow each other around anyways. they started to chat together, finding that both of them were interested in older culture and antiques. henry quickly warmed up to kuro and the two went into afew antique stores together, where kuro found his lute. henry took kuro home with him, and the two of them fixed the old instriment together.

[carotid]

marking - hopefully i'll have time! if not, just gonna watch :3c

[knifedoq]

username;; knifedoq
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their object & connection to it ; 700 words max

:0 fountain pen

[pees]

username;; piqeon
name;; Esmerelda
gender; female
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There's a story she loved being told, endless of nights she’d request it and it would turn
the story longer, until it became a memory itself. Sometimes she couldn’t sleep until she had heard
the story, recited from her mother and sometimes she couldn’t sleep for the story was the only thing
on her mind. She could recognise every part of the story sometimes her mother especially would
make twists and turns to the story to keep it vibrant, whilst her young conscience enjoyed mother’s
additional work, she could still puzzle out a main concept with this extraordinary happening. It kept
her mind entertained, from a life without a father.

Whether true or not she could piece together this; A sailor’s wife had caught her husband being
unfaithful for her, they had been together for a decade and were raising a family of her own, the
man had his eye on a young, lady, who just happened to be the captain of the ship the sailor was
about to board. Furious, thinking he was leaving her to look after the family herself, she allegedly
stole a pipe from the boat and buried it, causing the boat to sink along with the captain and her
husband. She’d then mumble something about Esmeralda’s father.

Her mother of course, fumbled with the last bits, replacing, with more of a light-hearted tone;
the ship sailed in a different path, or the ship left without the sailor. Her young mind could not
pick this up, within a few years she finally understood ‘the boat never came back’. Her mind
boggled around the story as if it was some kind of riddle she was addicted to, in her heart she
knew well and truly this story was genuine, she knew, her mother was horrific at telling tales.

She had read her mother’s grades and reports from her teachers, all of them scolding her for
not completing homework and making terrible excuses. (highlight: it caught on fire when I got
in a car crash and that’s why I can’t do Phys ed today) she’d also excel at writing expositions
and debates but was well below average when it came to narratives and poems. Her mother
could have heard it from her father, it was unlikely, she claimed to only remember past her
high school years clearly, during which she had met Esmerelda’s father.

She claimed that her grandmother was a mute and her grandfather was never home when she
was awake. There were certainly no books about this either, none possessing this happening,
and even if she despised reading, and there were very high doubts they’d tell one like this in
her youth in which she would barely remember. Esmerelda loved to revive her childhood, the
best time of her life, also the most mysterious

There was place where her mother used to take her, hilly and grassy they’d used to have picnics
and play hide and seek, when she was younger and other’s twice her side would easily go unnoticed
if they were to hide behind a tree half the width of them. She’d often visit this place to relive her
memories, the calm flowing river runoff, the long grass between her toes, the earthy smell after
rain- she began to notice, on this particular day it has just rained. The mud made an awkward
squelching noise wherever she tread.

She tried to uncomfortably, tip toe her way behind a tree, the same spot her mother used to hide,
the tree, no longer thin and frail was grand a thick, no easily hiding anything going behind it.
A slight breeze lifted her dress a little, a natural instinct of her to cover it. Embarrassed, she
found herself truly alone in this field, no one could see her. She decided to not do anything
about her dress next time even if the wind blew a little harder.

Curiously enough, a speckle of shiny metal caught her eye? A rod, no a pipe. But where did it lead
to, there was certainly no one living around and the pipe was open and useless-
then it hit her, as she came to realise the pipe did once have use.

[Tart]

Dropping feel free to keep art as long as you credit!

if you need friends for this child hmu!

[theexileofkiem]

username;; theexileofkiem
name;; Gehenna Polaris Drake
gender;; Agender (they)

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"Here Gehenna, this is for you. I found it on one of my first adventures and it holds a place in my heart and that is why I want you to have it. That way, whenever we are not standing side-by-side, you may always have a piece of my heart with you to keep you company." Artemis smiled at his beloved. He pulled a stone from his bag of treasures, handing it to Gehenna who took it happily. it was about the size of ones palm. It seemed rather ordinary, it was smooth on one side and a dark charcoal grey in color. It had a few flecks of something shiny in it, and upon turning it over Gehenna noticed in the rougher side of the stone, there was a vein of opal. It glittered like a river full of sunlight, they had never seen anything more beautiful. "Thank you so much Artemis, this means so much to me! I promise I will look after it." The two embraced in a warm and happy hug. "Oh and I made something for you as well!" Artemis dug through his treasure bag excitedly before pulling something out and handing it to Gehenna. it was a little red bag on a string, the bag appeared to be dyed leather and the string was made of braided fabric, perhaps silk? It was white and soft. They immediately knew what it was for and put the stone in the little red bag at the same time Artemis began explaining "It's for the stone, so you can wear it as a necklace!" They were both beaming. "Here, allow me." Artemis took the necklace from Gehenna and slipped it over their neck. "Gorgeous." He was talking about Gehenna. They gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I love you more than anything. Thank you." Gehenna was overjoyed with their new necklace. "I love you too." Artemis replied. The two were standing outside, watching the sun set. Golden fingers stretched across the sky of soft purple, pink, and orange. Clouds seemingly made of fire decorated the fantastic setting.

Night came quickly. The stars hung in the sky like twinkling embers rising from a fire. Stunning. The wind blew softly and it rustled the grass and trees. A symphony of crickets chirped while fireflies put on a show. The two kals had fallen asleep in the soft grass, next to each other. Artemis had to leave on a voyage in the morning. It wouldn't be a long one but when you are apart from your love, a second feels like an eternity. Gehenna went on most of Artemis' adventures with him but they could not go with him on this one. It was to be a limited crew of only a few kalons. They didn't have enough resources for anyone else to come along. It was all planned so last second and Artemis hadn't been informed of it all until two days ago. The two weren't looking forward to being apart.

Morning crept up on the pair like a lion on it's prey. Artemis readied his things. He and Gehenna walked to the docks together, their destination was a ways away and Artemis' ship was leaving by noon so the couple had to set out early. The world was dewy and cool. Bathed in pale light every dew drop lit up brilliantly. The two were quiet for the initial part of the walk. They mourned the parting, dreading the loneliness. Gehenna spoke, shattering the silence. "We shouldn't be so down. It's bad luck. We wont be apart long and when you return you can share all the stories of your adventure with me!" They looked towards Artemis. He looked back at Gehenna and smiled, he knew what they said was true. They both said their goodbyes and eagerly awaited seeing each other again.

Gehenna waved the ship off, watching it until it vanished from the horizon. It was hard not to feel a bit down already. They looked down at the necklace Artemis had given them. Removing the rock from the pouch, they clutched it tight. Smiling, they felt the love the two shared. "It won't be long."


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[snowdrake]

username;; hinode xname;; soren arthenum regius XVIIxgender;; male
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soren arthenum regius XVII, 17. decendant of the royal family of erythra and much loved prince of his soon-to-be own land. he is currently studying and preparing in his room for his duty as a king. "soren?" "yes, arnold?" a tall kalon was approching soren "your schedule for studying is over. you should now return to the library and finish your 'golden duty' for the day. afterwards, your majesty would like to speak to you." soren laid his pen down "alright, I'll be back in a bit, then. thank you, arnold." "very well." the butler bowed before soren and walked away to finish his duties somewhere else. without saying a word soren made his way to the castle's library. this library was said to be the biggest library of erythra and it surely had to be the most fancy one of them as well. millions of books were neatly stacked in seemingly endless rows of huge shelves, which were so tall that if you fell from the top of the ladder to grab a book, you would definitely fall to your doom.

the library was soren's favorite place to be. it had such a calm atmosphere, you could listen to the soft sound of the piano next door on which his mother loved playing, watch the people in the town through the tall windows and just enjoy your time while reading a good book. but most importantly, the castle's secret chamber could be accessed from here. the chamber in which the very heart of erythra was resting.

soren walked up to one of the shelves, put his hand on a book and said his spell "aperire ostium contra erythra.". as a result, the shelf started quietly sliding backwards, opening up the way to two corridors. soren knew he had to take the left one. the corridor wasn't very big and he arrived at his destination rather quickly. another huge door was blocking his way here, until he laid his hand onto it. there was a small flash of light, and the door slowly opened itself, revealing a big, bright room. he was now inside his kindom's heart, a place that was considered top secret and holy amongst his blood line.

of course this wasn't anything new to soren, he's been here plenty of times, but there was just something strange and magical about this place that took his breath away every single time! after taking the overwhelming atmosphere in for a little while, soren entered the room. it was a white, round room, made out of marble and decorated with delicate golden patterns and sapphires. the only other thing inside of it was a fancy marble podium, holding the kindom's most important item: erythra's aria, a magical song, written in golden ink on ancient paper. this song controls the land's magic. no one knows for sure how ancient it is and how exactly it is able to control erythra's magic, but if this artifact would land in the wrong hands, it would mean the end of soren's kindom and everything living inside of it. however, the royal family has made it it's fate to protect and continue writing this song, to ensure the safety of everyone living in erythra. this is where soren's work begins!

the process of maintaining the ancient paper in a good shape while continuing to write the song is delicate and called the 'golden duty'. soren was taught in beautiful handwriting as soon as he started getting lessons with the age of 3 and he knows that every line he draws must be perfect. he also constantly has to use a spell to make sure the thin and old paper doesn't rip apart. who knows what would happen if something went wrong!

but despite the difficulty of this task, soren is anything but unhappy to do it. he knows very well how important this task is and the fact that his strict father entrusts him with such a risky thing is rewarding to him in every way. he sees it as an honor and will do everything in his power to make sure the artifact remains just as safe as it was with his ancestors.

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