[Yuroshi]

username; yuroshi
name; Rin
gender; male
prompt;

Why do I love gems so much? Oh, you poor thing... you don't know, do you? Otherwise, you'd certainly treasure them as much as I do. As much as any who know the truth do.
Gems are, after all, the basis of all magic. And how boring would this world be without magic? With no magic, there's no life.

It starts off simple. You know, the beginning of this realm- the minerals crashing against each other wish no rhyme or reason, until eventually, somehow, something was born... the first gem. The first egg. And when it hatched? Well, that was the birth of the elder dragon, and that flaming gem, after it cracked, became the birthplace for all dragons. Everyone knows that the dragons created all life, even with some taking it as well, and that burning gem is how the new ones- those with the powers of deities at least- are born to this very day. And for us born with the gift to speak to magic? Well, the gems are the simplest way to do so- magic happily grants wishes to those that ask her nicely, and the little gems are the best conduit for it... there's a reason dragons are depicted to hoard treasures- especially jewels and gems. They simply know better. They are, as they carry the direct orders of magic, the lifeblood and the only law of this earth- the sentient magic the gemstones hold inside themselves is incredible, vocal, and nearly overwhelming in its majesty.
Magic- through gems- is incredible.
Just remember, you cannot demand things from magic. If you play with fire, you'll get burned... and the rage of gems and magic burn stronger than the hottest flame existing.

gem img; The Dragon's Breath Fire Opal

[redcore]

username; twigay
name; Amelie
gender; female
prompt;
One day, a mother told her daughter that in order to be loved, she had to love herself first. After her girlfriend cheats on her, Amelie starts to believe it.
Amelie only ever believes what she sees. And what she sees in the mirror every day is a monster. A terrified creature captured in the shell of a smiling face, someone afraid of facing what she thinks is the truth. She cannot love herself—therefore, she is unlovable by all.
That was the reason. Amelie had always treated her girlfriend with kindness, yet she never treated herself the same. So she was unworthy, and her girlfriend decided to betray her.
She knows this is unhealthy, that the monster within her has to be slain someday—or else she will pay an expensive price.

Even still, she seeks to pay that price today.

Amelie knows of beasts that lurk in the woods behind her house. She wants to meet them. However, she finds no monsters—she only finds a cottage. It compels her, and Amelie slips inside.
Within, a young kalon looks at her, startled by the sudden intrusion, but there is no fear on the stranger’s face. The kalon smiles, like Amelie was nothing more than an average houseguest.
“Most kals that come ‘round here gotta death wish,” the kal says. Her eyes are soft and understanding. She presses a pink stone into Amelie’s paw. “Rose quartz for soothing emotional pain, and for love. Self love.” The kal smiles. “Run along home now. They’ll miss you, you know.”
When Amelie wakes up in her bed the next morning, quartz by her side, she cannot find the cottage again. But as she observes her stone, she decides she now has a purpose.
When she grows up, Amelie will be a geologist.

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[peppermintleo]

username; pure.crazy
name;
gender; non binary
prompt;
gem img; Alexandrite

OH GOD GEMS YESSS <3

[raven [烏]]

username; norang
name; teagan
gender; female
prompt; [267 words]

Gemstones were no stranger to Teagan. Teagan lived near a dormant volcano, with her family. Volcanoes are known for harbouring precious stones like diamond and sometimes, Labradorite. It may not sound like an interesting rock, but it is by far one of the most beautiful in the world.

Labradorite is a plagioclase feldspar. It is formed with hornblende in basalt of volcanic rocks. Labradorite gets its name from the Labrador Peninsula in Canada, the first location where labradorite was discovered. Labradorite occurs in Labrador, Newfoundland, Finland, and Russia. The finest specimens display all colours from blue through gold. The most common colours seen are blue and green. The finest specimens are found in Finland and these specimens are referred to by their trade name of Spectrolite.

Spectrolite was revered for its beauty and iridescence. Teagan first discovered a small piece of spectrolite while digging with her father. Digging and pushing the dirt aside, she squealed with utter delight as she uncovered the stone. The way it shone appealed to her and as any other kalon would, she kept it. The brilliant blues and greens in the stone were absolutely to-die-for. Most kalons would pay good money for it, but to her, it was priceless. She began collecting various samples of this rock, of all different colours and shapes. It became a sort of hobby for her. She would polish and clean them until they shone with unmatched radiance. Maybe it might be a jumble of elements combined in the perfect moment, but it was a moment frozen and immortalized in stone. Beautiful.

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[Kyar]

username; Kyar
name; Syrah
gender; Female
prompt;

They say the earth gives us all we need. Dreams are reality, if we can find a way to understand them.

As she invites you in, your eyes are caught immediately: enraptured in a dazzle of lights shimmering down from every shelf. Candlelight flames send sparks of energy cascading across each smooth-cut surface, each crystal form. The home is small, humble - but brilliantly alive. Gemstones of every color wave the flickering light back at you, soft curtains soaking up the edges of the room.

Syrah, Dreamseer. You have come for her wisdom, her guidance: a dreamreading.

“What are all these for?” you ask, entranced by the collection.

Syrah pulls back her viel and smiles warmly.

“You ask me for my advice, but before I begin, know this: no gift I have received is only my own. The earth, and the stars - they guide me as much as the seasons guide you.”

You aren’t sure exactly what it means, but you were warned she wasn’t always easy to understand.

Taking a seat at her table, she lifts from a shelf just above a small, blue-tinted sphere. As she turns it, you see the inside: a glittering collection of crystals, a geode waiting under the smooth surface.

“Celestite,” she explains. “This will guide me through your dreams.”

She takes your hand, the stone in her other, and begins to hum. She recites some kind of incantation and for a moment, you could almost swear the stone began to glow with its own light.

“Now, traveler, tell me of your dreams.”

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[lumilys]

username; teaochii
name; lanne (lawn-ah)
gender; female
gem img; i consider peacock ore a gemstone??
prompt;

to Lanne, being fake was a lifestyle choice. her smiles were fake. her laugh was fake. forced, even.
she had never considered and alternative route upon the road called life. it was just her life,
one life out of millions, billions of other more important lives. she wasn't unhappy, no,
but she wasn't happy either. she was just stuck in the middle, just... mediocre. always mediocre.

on a slightly smoggy afternoon, Lanne had made the decision to venture out and attempt
to find a new typewriter that could replace her old one, which was sadly, very broken from
reasons that need not to be said. already in a foul mood from her worse-than-usual misfortune,
Lanne stomped through the mall, disturbing other kalons and their families in the process.
usually, Lanne was a very quiet kalon who tended to set an exemplary example to the younger,
but it seems that was not the case today.

finally reading the designated store, she slinked inside, the workers greeting her with a mixed
tone of surprise and happiness. Lanne had found that out of all 7 typewriter stores that she had visited
in her mediocre lifespan, this one had the best quality typewriters and the most friendly staff.
the only downside was that this typewriter store was in a mall, filled with many, and i mean many
judgy kalons who gave her weird looks when she went on her "typewriter rampages". they had good
reason to judge her though, for it was not everyday a grumpy kalon would klamber like a badger
across the top of the mall, huffing from frustration. oh well.

once she picked out a typewriter she liked, she spent her saved-up allowance and walloped out of
the store with the box, feeling slightly better than before. suddenly, Lanne felt a piercing pain from her
paw and yelped. did i seriously just step on a lego?!? she looked down in pain and her eyes widened.
a colorful and metallic crystal rested on the tile where she had coincidently treaded. she picked up
the gem curiously and shrugged, stuffing it in her plum colored purse. it was a beautiful gemstone, and a
pretty significant size too. who would leave such a pretty looking stone laying around in a mall?? weird.

Lanne arrived home at dusk, with a horrible headache, and a cut on her paw from where she stepped on the
gem. she sighed and padded into her writing room. she heaved a breath of relief, glad to be back in her favorite place
in the whole world. she unpacked her new typewriter and placed it on her desk, near a vase of flowers and a nice
halloween scented candle. she reached into her purse and took out the gemstone and placed it by the vase, admiring the
way it looked by her adored new typewriter. stretching, she yawned and plopped into her seat, placing a paper into
the machine. now, what should i write about today? she thought to herself, humming a tune. suddenly, a small
glow was emitted from the gem placed by her and an idea popped into her mind. her face brightened and she
quickly began typing.

as she finished her clicking and clacking from pressing the keys, Lanne smiled to herself and looked over
to the gemsitting innocently on her desk. she clicked her tongue and said "guess i hit the jackpot- even
if you did give me one of the most painful experiences of my life. thank you so much, little gem!" there
was a new brightness in her usually dull and fake smile, and for once, her life seemed not so mediocre.

her life seemed real.

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[mastergirl7]

(Credit to Google for image)

username; mastergirl7
name; Fresa
gender; male
prompt;
Fresa clutched the gem to his chest. A wide grin was spread across his face and his eyes were closed while he remembered something. It was him as a young kit his mom and dad where really into collecting strange gems. He remembers his young self playing in the mines while his mom and dad searched for gems. Young Fresa saw a twinkling light and tiptoed over to it. His eyes widened and he let out a breath of amazement. The light had come from a small raw yellow gem he picked it up and rushed to his parents. He remembered the smiles on their faces and the proundness in their eyes while they told him what type of gem it was, a Citrine. And from that day on he has always been obsessed with gems and the pround feeling he gets when he finds a new gem to add to his collection.
Word count; 153
gem img;
natural citrine
Squeal so beautiful!!! I chose the name Fresa because it's Spanish for strawberry and his hair reminds me of a strawberry milkshake! <3

[castiiian]

username; castiiian
name; aries
gender; he/him

pink tourmaline.
the kindest gem.

pink tourmaline is believed to be gentle and soothing enough to even comfort children who have suffered abuse.
the gem supposedly helps release pent up feelings of depression and anxiety,
transforming negative emotions into self-love.

aries received their pink tourmaline many years ago.
and he still holds it close to their heart during difficult times.

he received the gem from his therapist as a child.
upon hearing all of the powers supposedly contained in the crystal,
he instantly gained a surge of confidence.

he named the rock “candace.”

[-pidge]

username; Systems_Down
name; Cana
gender; Male
prompt; "Caanaaaaa" Whispers a soft calming, and somehow reasuring voice. Alarmed, Cana sits up his eyes wider than sauces. "Ruby..." Cana Whispers underneath his breath. He looks at his alarm 1.47am, "another dream" He sighs.

He reaches towards his bedside table, clenching a gem between his paws, a shining raw ruby sparkles in the darkness of the room. "My dearest Ruby" He studders whilst tears forms in his eyes. Cana turns the lamp on dimly, the light reflects on a framed image, of a stunning kalon. Beside the photo was a strip of newspaper, 'Ruby Banners, missing misteriously overnight'

"Why did you leave me?" Sobbed Cana quietly as he grasped the gem tightly, as it is not only his favotite gem, but his most tresured posession, in memory of her. Although it was 3 years since Ruby disapeared Cana hasnt been able to love another kalon the same way he loved her.

Cana considers his gem lucky simply because it symbolizes how lucky he was to have Ruby in his life, and now has a large collection of gems which contuniues to grow from this day.
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[chunkypeanutbutter]

username; chunkypeanutbutter
name; pepper
gender; female
prompt;

There's just something about it...the color was so unlike anything she'd ever laid eyes upon.

A little bell jingled behind her as the shop owner came back into the room. "How much for this one?", and he told her the price. "I guess I'll have to take it." Laughing, the little kalon skipped back home with her new prize.

The dimly lit apartment welcomed Pepper home with its cluttered walls. Carefully stepping around piles of books and potted plants, she struggled to find a clear spot to put it. She finally settled on a sunny spot on the windowsill next to her bed.

She had always collected gems, for her interests lay mostly in astrology and witchcraft healing, but something special to her was in cream and tan knicknacks. She just couldn't get enough of those beautiful neutral colors, and it all blended so naturally in her overgrown apartment. Little vines draped down from the ceiling onto heavily cluttered shelves of seashells, beach glass, driftwood, and polished stones. It was a color she had a soft spot for since her father passed away last year. That had been their favorite past-time together, going on short hikes through the woods and beaches around their home collecting little treasures along the way.

This new crystal had such strong energies to it, as she held the weight of it in her hand. The smoky color trapped inside mesmerized her. Like something was caught in it...


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