[Softea]

username; Softea
name; Daniel Neo
gender; Male
prompt;
Daniel gets embarrassed when speaking in front of others, or being around large crowds.
He turns bright red and starts to stutter, something he kept from a childhood injury.

Daniel used to be a star athlete, until,
the accident.
He got bullied by his other teammates because of
how popular he was with the coach and others.
One day they 'accidentally' hit him in the neck
with one of the baseballs when they were
practicing.
The teammates felt extremely bad because they
hadn't actually meant for him to get hurt, but
for Daniel to dodge the baseball and get scared
enough to not be able to play properly.

A horrible deed gone wrong.

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[whim]

username; whim
name; Shiloh
gender; Male
prompt;
Shiloh lay underneath the great oak tree that was all too familiar, its vast, patchy shadow casting down on him. There was a gentle breeze that carried the scent of the lavender field below, the rolling hills in the distance like waves of purple. It was truly a perfect day to be here, especially with the ideal lighting from the afternoon sun. Underneath the kalon's paws was a canvas, in which he had gone to work to paint. Shiloh's work wasn't the best, but to be a painter was a simple whim of his, and he indeed tried to do so. He was considered more of an outsider to his peers, and often came to this spot on breaks and after his studies in order to follow this aspiration instead of remaining around the crowds.

As he set the brush down on the canvas, there was a sudden "Hey, Shiloh!" that shattered his peace, causing the bright kalon's heart rate to increase. All the color had drained from his face as he turned his head to see another kalon approaching him. He panicked as his the color soon returned to his face, but as a brilliant red blush instead, his paws scrambling to cover his artwork. "U-uh? Kiki? Why... What are you doing up here?" He asked in a frantic mumble. He was absolutely certain that no one knew of this place, so how on earth did she find him?

"I wanted to see where you went every day... You never stick around, after all." Kiki merely answered with a hum, immediately taking interest in the colorful scenery below Shiloh's paws. "Oh? What's that? Do you paint?" She asked, her eyes becoming bright with excitement, as she was a painter herself.

"Y-yeah, I just like it up here... Oh, this? I-it's nothing!" Shiloh attempted to laugh off, though failed as it was apparent that he was a bit embarrassed by his work. Shiloh was quite self-conscious about his art, to tell the truth, never having shown it off to any other kalon before. It made him feel quite bashful, especially to have another's eyes on his artworks.

"Now don't be shy! Lemme see." Kiki insisted as she swiftly took the canvas from Shiloh's grasp, resulting in his arms flailing in an attempt to reclaim the piece. Seeing as it was fruitless, he shrank down into the grass, placing his paws over his over-heated face.

"This is beautiful! I never knew you came up here to do this..." Kiki admired as she held the painting up to the light, studying its small details in the field of lavender. There was an obvious amount of care put into it, with each, little accent being paid attention to.

"You really... You really think so?" He murmured, lifting a paw from his face with a gentle, shy smile. Kiki was someone he admired as a painter, so it truly meant a lot coming from her.

"Of course... I think it's wonderful."

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[Chickpea]

username;CompleteChicken
name;Zeolite
gender;male
prompt;Zee is bashful when other Kalon mention his teeth,he doesn't like feeling different or alienated
headshot;[url=Wipwipwip]X[/url]

Ehhhh I love him so much but everyone is so good at writing :/

[Schnuffel Bunny]

Just a Reminder that tomorrow is your last day to enter. u v u

[CSMintCat]

username; CSMintCat
name; Akira (nicknamed "Kira Kira")
gender; Genderfluid (they/them)
prompt; While comments like "nice shirt!" or "cool hair!" merely garners a duck of their head and a muttered "thanks", a surefire way to make Akira a flustered, blushing mess is to deliver a direct, heartfelt compliment. While they appreciate the compliment, the main reason why they're so bashful is because they often don't feel like they deserve to be the recipient of such praise! However, rather than brushing it off by simply saying "no, it's really not" Akira is trying to help raise their self-esteem and practice some self-love by accepting compliments with a smile; no matter how red their face may get!
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[chunkypeanutbutter]

sorry if this is a snipe post i,, really didn't have a lot of time this week

username; chunkypeanutbutter
name; ansha
gender; male
prompt; Cute boys are what make Ansha so bashful. Every time he goes to his business office, his best friend Sausage always ends up distracting him from his paperwork. He is just so cute, he takes his breath away every time, and he doesn't even know how Ansha feels about him. He plans on coming out to him eventually, but for now he just gets weird looks from coworkers because he is just so shy!
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[lysander]

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username: lysander 　/　 name: zach　/ 　gender: male
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"y-you're... what?"

zach's face immediately lit up in a display of flames. or peppers. something really hot. so hot he could feel the blood rush like magma under his skin, cheeks going red and ears pounding with sudden embarrassment. he wasn't always like this. or. well. actually— yes. he was usually like this, but not on stage when he had his bass over his shoulder, hand on the fingerboard slapping away some riff he'd improvise on the spot. therein was his confidence: in the notes plucked from his fender bass, flowing freely, fluid through the air. his fingers felt light on the strings and when the music blasted from those stage speakers he could drown out all the noise in his head, the anxiety, the apprehension, the crowd— and lose himself in the sound.

needless to say, when you love something you get really good at it. all the hours he spent late at night (keeping up the neighbors no doubt) tweaking his technique, practicing his scales, working until his fingers ached— it paid off. and, with luck, he even managed to get scouted by a local band. but zach was never one for the spotlight. he was there to play, to have fun, to get better— not to sign autographs and sit through awkward, uncomfortable interviews. it was bad enough normally, but now that he made a name for himself...

"oh my god, zach! you're my favorite bass player ever!"

now he was standing there, flustered, in front of a fan he accidentally ran into after a show. adrenaline still ran in his veins from the performance (his bandmates went wild crowd-surfing— not his style) but he had a feeling that only account for 40% of his sudden nausea. therein was his greatest weakness, a critical one for someone who performed:

he was cripplingly shy.

"i said you're my favorite bassist! seriously, the way your fingers move— you play like water. it's so cool, so incredible to watch—"

before they even managed to finish their sentence, zach was ten yards away, running in the opposite direction.

maybe he still needed to work on his social skills.

[khvoxtic]

Sending good lucks to everyone who entered,
all your stories and answers to the prompt itself were lovely,
not to mention all the gorgeous headshots!!
A sweet blushy baby

❤️

[pees]

heres some free art for the winner bc I forgot to enter:

God luck to everyone that entered!
The comp was so cute,,

[Avisowl]

Goodluck everyone (ahh I’m so nervous...I’m trying so hard right now to get my first kal

I just got my first kal! But I’m still hoping to win this bab, goodluck everyone ❤️