[Guest]

username: hxllxwxxn
name: occult
gender: demiboy
prompt:
¨it's no big deal.¨ occult mumbled, muting the texts. he didn't like talking to joseph very much, so he figured he'd just ignore it.
¨it's totally a big deal.¨ oliver growled. ¨you can't just ignore joseph. he's a nice guy, give him a chance.¨
¨no way, he pisses me off, i'm not dealing with that.¨ he turned off his phone and walked away. oliver sighed and walked the opposite direction. there was no arguing with that stubborn guy.

*fp-wing!*
joseph said:
unblock me on discord lol
r u ignoring me
occult
occult
ill spam u
*fp-wing! fp-wing! fp-wing! fp-wing!*

how annoying.

aesthetic:
uhh, beep boop

[avriie]

USERNAME: avriie
NAME: Asteria
GENDER: (trans) girl
PROMPT:
Chill wind blew against Asteria's soft fur. The street lights stood tall, their gentle white lights melted into her form like fresh snow.

She shivered.

She still remembered that night. It stood out as clearly as the glowing moon that lay serenely in her dark, starry blanket.

The girl laughed joyfully and the world seemed to laughed with her. Her eyes sparkled and shone like a warm summer's day. Asteria watched her contently.
Upon the head of the other a witch hat perched, silver and pink with delicate patterns. It matched her perfectly.

"You know, that costume really suits you." Asteria told her.
"I know!" she responded giggling.

The Kalon winced and stared down at her feet. She felt the same guilt she experienced last Halloween.

"You'll love me, right? No matter what?" asked Asteria.
"Of course." she smiled.

A salty wave crashed against the soft shore of her cheek. She sharply sniffed. She missed her. A lot.

Ast.: im sorry i've been so weird lately, it's just,,,
Ast.: there's something that's been on my chest recently and i need to get it off
Ari: dont be scared to tell me <3
Ast.: i think
Ast.: i think i might be
Ari: take your time

Blue glow highlighted her tears. Heavily, she sobbed as she looked through one of their last conversations.

Asteria regretted it.

She regretted not being bold enough or brave enough to tell her own (now ex) girlfriend about herself.

She regretted being scared for so long the two now ignored each other.

She regretted not being herself.

Ari: hey aaron are you okay?
Ari: please dont ignore me
Ari: aaron. its been 3 days. please stop ignoring me
Ari: a week now. seriously, whats wrong? you've not talked to me all week in college
Ari: fine. goodbye to you too.

Shakily exhaling, she focused on the last message she had gotten.

fine. goodbye to you too.

What if she was less stupid?

Perhaps they could have been okay still.

Perhaps they could have at least be friends.

Perhaps they could have even broken up, but in a calmer manner.

Asteria stood up straight and wiped the tears from her eyes. She inhaled deeply and decided maybe, just maybe, she could make this less of a mess than it already was and explain.

Ast.: im a girl
Ast: and im sorry i was too scared to say
[400/400]
AESTHETIC: this, found here.

[Shoe.]

Actually not interested sorry but goodluck everyone!

[paopu]

username:
blatyz
name:
faylene
gender:
female



prompt:
Magic was a fickle thing. Sometimes all it took was a little mismeasurement of herbs to ruin a potion. Or one misdrawn line to break a circle. Or, even one wrong line in an incantation to accidentally summon a demon.

Well, at least, that's what she thought it was. Fay had never met a demon before and stories always seemed to be either vague or nonsensical. Still, it was dark and had horns and it's eyes were this strange emptiness that made her fur still on end. And it wouldn't leave.

She remembered, vividly, her mother talking about what to do in these situations. Ignore it. Never speak to it. Eventually it'd go away. Seemed easy enough, right? Wrong.

The creature, which she'd quickly nicknamed Dem, never spoke. It rarely even moved. It simply just sat there and watched, waiting. In fact, sometimes she nearly forgot about the shadow following her. Yet, when she was aware of Dem, it was so hard not to react.

Her curious nature made Fay want to ask questions and Dem never seemed particularly violent or evil, just constant. Still, she fought off the urge. The last thing one wanted was to make a deal with a demon. She knew that. And yet, when Dem finally stood up one day and disappeared into a cloud of smoke, she couldn't help but to feel sad.



aesthetic:


nearly witches moodboard

[recklessgod]

username: recklessgod
name: ares
gender: transboy

ares took a deep breath. and another and another until he realized they werent helping him. with shaking hands, he threw his phone on the couch and left it there to get dressed. he left his home without so much as glancing at the buzzing buzzing buzzing phone. he locked his door behind him and walked, his pace withdrawn, his head down. he'd come out to the boy he loved. he'd known him for years and hadn't told him even when he'd suspected he might've been trans. this boy had been his everything and he'd ruined it! his blond, messy hair hung in front of his eyes, shielding him from the person he'd be running into. he oofed as he was knocked down. "hey!" he cried as he hit the ground, his hands bracing his fall and scraping across concrete. he brushed his hair carefully as to not get blood in it and looked up. his eyes widened and he shook his head. violently. "please don't hurt me. his eyes burned they were closed so tightly, braced for a hand to the face. instead of a hard smack, he felt a hand caress his cheek. "i can't believe you thought I'd hurt you, you loser." the boy in front of him chuckled, bending down to meet ares' eyes. "id never hurt you, ares." ares looked up to meet his eyes once more. "you mean you don't care?" the other boy shook his head, lopsided grin across his face. "i knew, i was just waiting for you to tell me. ares, i love you." ares felt his cheeks heat up as he crashed into the other boy, his arms tight around him. "i love you too." (270 (roughly) out of 400.)

song aesthetic
coming home - falling in reverse
you found me - the fray
the light behind your eyes - my chemical romance
blame - air traffic controller


pinterest board spoopy aesthetic

[AboveAspen]

Mark~

[MotherMother]

Mark

[Endlessechoes]

wip

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Soren
gender: They/them (nonbinary male)

prompt: (max 400 words)

Their phone buzzed, startling them from sleep. Blearily they looked around their room, dim apart from a lava lamp on the bedside table. No light filtered in under the curtains. It was still night. Early morning, perhaps. They closed their eyes again.

Another message buzzed through. Squeezing their eyes firmly shut, they ignored it. A tiny voice nagged in the back of their mind. What if it's her? What if she's talking to me again?

A third message was too much, and they reached out towards their phone, fumbling in the dark until they had it in their hands. Taking in a deep breath, they turned on the screen and unlocked it. Then, with trembling fingers, opened the messages.

where r u? ur starting to worry us

this isn't funny anymore, just answer

And then, finally,

fine, whatever. don't come back. u were weak anyway. be in the fire for all we care.

They shuddered at the word. Even now, they could still see it, still smell it. The bright orange flames, flickering and crackling in the dark; licking at the wood as it crawled upwards, devouring the structure, sending sparks up in to the air. Burning, the scent of smoke thick in their lungs, as grey tendrils reached up towards the black night sky.

People yelling. Kids crying. A Halloween ruined. Near them, the others laughed, whooping in delight at their rebellious blaze of glory. A mill on fire, slowly being destroyed by one stupid idea they didn't try to stop.

She was there, too. They saw her standing, watching from afar, tears in her eyes. She looked confused, and distraught, but mostly disappointed. For a moment, they thought the ground had fallen beneath them.

She'd always said that group was bad news, but they didn't listen. They'd become lost, pining for that feeling of acceptance these others gave him, even if it wasn't real. Letting themselves be used for their gain, to feel wanted.

But no more. Not after that.

They'd disappeared without a word. Never answering messages, avoiding any kind of contact. For months now, they'd been like a ghost to them; a figure who had simply vanished.

But she was a ghost to him now, too. Ever since that night. That one stupid night they wouldn't forget.

They could never shake the guilt of what happened that night, but worse; the guilt of losing her.

(399/400)

aesthetic:



playlist
remembering sunday - all time low
heavydirtysoul - twenty one pilots
my songs know what you did in the dark - fall out boy
cool kids - echosmith
chocolate - knuckle puck (original by 1975)

x x x

[Chickpea]

marking[color= #BF0000]Username: CompleteChicken[/ color] [color= #4000BF]Name: Scarlet[/ color] [color= #FF8000]Gender: Female?[/ color]
[color=# FFFFFF]Prompt: (max 400 words)[/ color]
Aesthetic: