[mackstarr]

This sad boy™ is based on Colors by Halsey.

It was pretty hard to part with him, so I want to see how much you want him too!
Tell me why he is so sad. Here's the catch. You have to:
write it in narrative form
use descriptive imagery
include the color blue creatively
use at least 500 words (max 1000)

(also it doesnt have to be male if you dont want)

Please do pretty up your forms, but no extras!
End date: 2 weeks (10/17/18) 11:59 EST
extended 10/18 11:59 EST

Edits: uncommon
eye shape
medium length hair

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[birdbones]

“Everything is grey”
username: Redwolf466
name: Ink
gender: Male
writing:
Wip!!

[Hydra.]

username: Hydra.
name: Delta
gender: Trans male
writing:
Nothing could be worse than feeling your life get tossed aside like you're a cigarette butt. I could hardly remember the last time I actually felt like I belonged to something, someone, or the world. After all, it's a mess out here, and the last time I checked, not conforming to society pins an obvious death wish onto your back like a "kick me" sign. That's why people like me, often feel misplaced, misunderstood, and useless. It's a pretty tough thing to go through, especially when your own family bereaves you of their love and affection.

"It must be a phase."
"You don't understand!"
"How could I? It's not normal!"
"What's normal? Enlighten me, mother."
"You're not a boy, stop acting like you are!"
"It's not acting if it's the truth..."
"Rosaline!"
"Don't call me that! My name is Delta!"

From then on in my life, there was a non-stop buzz of the insanely small television. No one cared to turn it on or choose a channel other than the black static that danced around the screen. I felt like there was a void in my chest. I felt like my heart had been dragged down by an anchor, unable to move freely. My heart was as blue as my fur, and it made sense. Perhaps my body was telling me all along, that no matter how I felt, or how I wished to change, I'd always end up a blue, sad mess, choking on my own salty tears as I sobbed at night into the depths of my pillow.

My paws shook rapidly as curler up into a ball, my eyes clenched such, trying to hold back the waves of anxiety, sadness, and fear that hid within those damned tears. Maybe no one would care to notice the sadness I felt. I felt like that twisted, deep, elusive mind of mine laughed at me. Oh, I'm sure it did now looking back a day ago. It was all a mistake. Me being born, me being transgender, and me thinking that I'd have a place in this cruel world. My family had already acknowledged that fact and enforced it; always telling me that I was some sort of mistake, that I shouldn't have been born, and that I should be glad that I was alive, at all. They wanted me to worship the fact that god makes everything the way it's supposed to be, including genders. I strongly disagree, nothing can be perfect, even deities and gods know that.

I don't recall how long I remained a heap of tears and regrets. My friends often prodded and poked, asking if I was alright, and I lied, every time. It was nonsense for them to quietly whisper into my ear during a seminar, or blowing my up on social media because they're too worried. They worry over the wrong flitz, they should take care of themselves before indulging me with their love--dear god I'm selfish. I'm sorry for that, I truly am, but that won't matter, it doesn't matter. They think they've got it figured out, they believe they can correct me. I wish them luck with that. Them making me cis-gender will be as easy as it is to steal gold from that evil, stubby, leprechaun in that stupid horrible horror movie. I'll admit it, he does freak me out. Nevertheless, my life is pretty much a dump. I can remember how I cuddled with my soft, pastel blue blanket when I was scared, sad, or mad. It was always a great comfort. I can't recall how many times my tears had soaked the blanket, but it happened enough times for the smell of the salt to stay behind. I had always questioned why tears were salty, no one had answered anything useful, I usually got the, "It's because you're salty", joke. I never thought it was funny.

Sitting here, writing all of this down was enjoyable. I was able to reflect on how much of a bad life I had; somewhat. At least now I have help, therapy is a great big help. Even though I don't generally enjoy telling strangers about my life. It might be a good thing, perhaps someone can learn from my life, and decide to not be bullied around unlike me. Life can be crappy, it won't go your way, so enjoy it for as long as you can; every day counts.

[emporio!]

username: bucky??
name: ben
gender: male
writing: res w a depressed kid just trying his best

[Endlessechoes]

Res with loneliness/being strong for too long. Also, rain and blue city lights

[dutch.]

username: Sushi_King
name: Lupe (the Greek spirit of pain, grief, and sadness)
gender: Male
writing: res with grief over the loss of a friend

I remember his smile, the way his face lit up when he spoke of his passions. I remember his way of immediately making everything better. I remember his touch when he'd wipe away my tears, and his embrace as he quietly whispered that everything would be alright again. And everything would always work out, he was always right. But... he's not here to help me anymore. I wish he'd made a recording of his reassurances so that I might think I could get through this, but he didn't. He's gone, gone, gone, GONE and I don't know what I'll do without him. How am I supposed to deal with this when the only one who could ever anchor me is gone? I can't believe he's gone.

My world has been drained to monotones of blue and grey... it's all I see. The color in my life is gone.

STILL A HUGE WIP
I'm working on it between classes currently aha

[CO1LD]

Early congrats to the winner ^w^

[mackstarr]

(small reminder bump)

[kaminari.denki]

username: glitched.
name: Lazuli
gender: Male
writing:

mark

[Cinxer]

username: babypizza
name: Enoch which means dedicated
gender: male
writing:

”how can it be wrong?”. Enoch looked into gumdrop’s brown eyes with a level of heartbreak most would never be able to experience. You see Enoch fell in love with his best friend, the problem? Gumdrop was already taken. It took Enoch months to realize his feelings were in fact reciprocated. In the time it took for him to realize gumdrop started dating snowman...Enoch’s ex. Still over time the three grew close. They did everything together, they watched movies together all cuddled up. Snowman didn’t suspect that his two best friends could be falling in love.
Enoch knew he couldn’t conceal his feelings for gumdrop anymore. He asked gumdrop if they might be able to have a three person relationship and she said no. cut to the beach

“Gumdrop look what I can do!” Called Casper playing in the sand a short distance away. “Mhm!” Replies gumdrop. Her body entertained with snowman’s. The two go in for a kiss. Jokingly Enoch goes behind snowman and makes kissy fish noises at them. That’s when gumdrop turned her head and kissed Enoch. The three split apart. Snowman looked at them, they looked at each other. Enoch and gumdrop started to laugh whole snowman looked around in bewilderment. “Should we tell him?” Enoch whispered. “NO!” Gumdrop exclaimed grabbing Enoch by his shoulder. “We can’t tell him”. cut to the haunted house

Now snowman knows about the kiss between gumdrop and Enoch. Surprisingly he wasn’t upset at all. Enoch looks at gumdrop, even though she’s covered in blood and dressed like a doll, she is beautiful. Enoch wraps his arms around her waist in a hug. “Is this a bad thing we are doing?” He asks part of him already knowing the answer. “Yes” she replies. He looks “but how can it be wrong?”.