[Soll]

username: Soll
kalon's name: Umskipti
gender: He/Him (Transgender FtM)
prompt: (max. 750 words)
extra art piece: (optional)

wip!

[zakuro.]

mark <3

[EpicratesPictus]

username: Irrylath
kalon's name: Minos, deadname is Mina
gender: trans male(uses they/them)
prompt:
"A house divided will not stand" is how the saying goes, but I found that a house divided does not stay.
My parents had always argued over many things, but when I came out as trans to my parents and told them to call me Minos instead of Mina, they lost it. They started to argue over whether it was because I loved one of them more than the other, because one of them had raised me wrong, and many other entirely false reasons for me being trans. The one thing they seemed to agree about is that singular they is grammatically incorrect, no matter how much evidence I provided otherwise. When I saw one of them waving a business card for a divorce lawyer at the other in an aggressive manner, I knew I had to get out of there, as no matter whose custody I ended up in, life would be miserable for me.

I decided to run away from home after researching areas I could go which were trans friendly, for I knew that if the place I ended up at wasn't, my life would be equally miserable as my life if I stayed. I have no idea how far I traveled that first day of leaving my former life behind, but it was far enough to get me out of the city I previously lived in, especially since my so-called family lived on the outskirts of town.

I traveled at a walking pace during the day if I could see signs of civilization, and if I couldn't, I would run to put greater distance between me and the life I was escaping, and less distance from the life I was running toward. After a few weeks, I finally arrived at the place I was running to. The first thing I did there was buy hair dye, as while hair the color of cotton candy isn’t the most uncommon, it definitely made me easier to identify if anyone was searching for me. I decided to dye my hair a warm, chocolaty brown as I had heard dyeing a dark color over light colored hair was easier than another light color. Once I had dyed my hair in a nearby, single stall, public restroom, I started gathering local newspapers to find a place I could rent, and places I could work at since I was beginning to run on the lower side of cash.

I eventually ran across a few jobs I had the skills and knowledge to do, and then asked someone what the minimum age to work was here, as I “couldn’t recall” and my “cousin” wanted to work. The answer was only two years older than i truly was, so no matter how little I liked lying I would have to if I wanted to have work, and therefore money for food and future rent, as I had enough money that if I spent carefully, I could pay my rent and eat for two months.



After three weeks of being interviewed for jobs and later being sent letters telling me the picked someone else, I received one telling me that I had the job, and luckily for me, it wasn’t one of the minimal wage ones I had interviewed for. This meant I could continue to pay rent to my landowner, who didn’t care a thing about me as long as I paid my rent on time.

Two months into my job, a coworker who treated me kindly lost their home, and I offered to share mine as long as they paid around half of the rent, as it had an extra bedroom and doors which locked. They were surprised that I offered, especially since they knew I was struggling to get by when I first got my job.

“So what?” I said. “I’m doing better, and you always try to help us, so why can’t I help you? Anyhow, sharing the rent would make both of our lives easier with rent rates here.”

“You’re certain it wouldn’t be a problem? If for any reason you think it would be, you don’t have to,” they responded.

I started thinking on that, when the reason the seemed familiar on the first day of my job struck me. “It definitely won't be a problem, especially for the person who let me know that I was old enough to work in this area. I was person who asked about working ages for their "cousin", so I could work.” (750 of 750)
extra art piece: (optional) If I have time, will do art of them dying their hair

[Meridiem]

username: Meridiem
kalon's name: Taylor
gender: Male
prompt: (max. 750 words)
extra art piece: (optional)

Wip

[Discter]

discter

res much?? idk I'm lazy

[teddy.]

username:
Knuckle Bine
kalon's name:
Lance Lorelei Crawford
gender:
transboy
prompt: [750 Words]
The moon is milky white in the sky, almost a perfect circle but still not quite full. It's light floods the town, illuminating alleyways and shedding light on those who would rather stay hidden. The stars seem to be hiding behind clouds that don't dare to try and cover the moon's glare. All around, the gentle hum that fills the street at daytime has died down. The windows of every shop and restaurant are dark every way you look. All except one.

Blue-white fluorescent light pours out of a single diner's windows, spilling over onto the sidewalk. The only thing left willing to make a stand against the moon's cold stare. Inside, a red-striped kalon wipes down tables, occasionally glancing nervously over his shoulder at a young kalon sitting at the counter. He's eating a slice of cherry pie very slowly, savoring each bite. His eyes are sunken and bloodshot- like he hasn't slept in weeks. Nigel pads almost silently back behind the counter, his clean up routine done.

"So-" He coughs nervously- "What brings you around a this hour?" Nigel chuckles but it falls flat. It's past his bedtime. It's past closing time. The kid's eyes harden a bit against the questioning and he shrugs his shoulders, taking another tiny bite of pie.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else other than pie?" Nigel asked, leaning on the counter to get at eye level. The kid shakes his head a couple times, his eyes watering. Nigel's eyes soften and he tries again, voice quiet this time.

"Do you want anything else to eat? It's on the house." He whispers, scanning the kid's face for a reaction. Some tears spill over his cheeks as he nods. Nigel smiles at him and cooks up dinosaur chicken nuggets and smiley fries- a kid's favorite and his favorite meal.

"Do you have a name?" He asked warmly as the kid dug into the food. The kid hesitated for a minute, and then swallowed to answer.

"Lance. Lance Crawford." Lance seemed unsure as he said the name out loud, but the second time he said it seemed to reassure him. Yes, this was his name. Nigel smiled at him.

"Nice to meet you, Lance! I'm Nigel." He said with a grin. After that, they talked all night about just about everything you could imagine- parents and highschool and the stock market and how good Nigel's pie is- his mother's recipe. Around 2 or 3 in the morning, Nigel was sitting next to Lance, and he became suddenly serious.

"Listen, Lance. I know parents can be hard to get through to. But I'm sure they'll respect the change you're going through eventually. You just have to hold out! Not every kid goes through this, but it's still a normal thing." Nigel said confidently to him, happy to be helping ease Lance's fear about transitioning.

"You really think so?" Lance said, his eyes lighting up. "They just seem so.. terrible about it now, how could they ever change?" He says with a frown, worried about his parents never accepting him because of his werewolf status.

"It just takes time and patience!" Nigel comforts, still talking about transitioning. Lance smiles a bit.

"Yeah.. yeah! I mean, it's not my fault I'm this way. Why should I have to suffer cause of it?!" He says with a confident grin. Nigel pats his back.

"That's the spirit! And before you know it, you'll be out of the house and free to transition as you please!" Nigel lifts a fist as he says it, trying to keep up the good mood.

"Yeah!- wait- wait- what?" Lance says suddenly. Nigel's fist lowers in shame.

"I said you'll be able to transition soon?" He says nervously, raising his fist a bit to recreate the scene. Lance pulls a hand down his face.

"I wasn't talking about that! I was talking about how I got bitten by a WEREWOLF!" He said with a groan. Nigel recovers quickly.

"Ohhh.. I mean- uh, me too! Of course! I just meant you'll be able to transition.. into your new, free life!" He says with a little smile. Lance rolls his eyes with a grin at the bad save.

"Well, it works either way. And in both cases, I'm here to support and help you. Think of me as like.. an older brother." Nigel said with a warm smile. Lance smiled back and punched his arm.

"That sounds good. Big bro."

extra art piece: (optional)

[Grey_Hoodie]

username: Grey_Hoodie
kalon's name: Felicien
gender: Trans Male
prompt: (max. 750 words)
extra art piece: (optional)

[synastry]

username: synastry;
kalon's name: Zephyr
gender: demigirl (prefers he/him, ok with she/her)
prompt:

[hiraeth + hound]

this is now closed! any edits or changes made to your form past this post will void your form. ill get this judged asap!!

[hiraeth + hound]

alright! sorry this took me a while to judge, everyone ♥ been pretty busy lately!!

first, i wanna give out the honorable mentions! i loved these forms and their stories individually a lot. they were all very well written, and had a lot of emotion in them!

neongraveyard
m a r t y r .
& Cloasiii!

and of course, the winner!

Nikolina!

congrats! i loved the way your form was written. it was very lighthearted, almost very spiritual feeling. the idea of rebirth truly came across, and it left me feeling very refreshed.

thank you to everyone who entered! :3\