[fawn,,]

username; fawn,,
name; Zibella
gender; Female
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Every month, one lucky Kalon is chosen to meet the Prince. He has failed to have chosen one's hand in marriage yet and the King is determined to find him a lover. Fortunately for Zibella, she was chosen for this eccentric event. The prince was quite picky in terms of personality, but every other thing about him made Zibella fall head over heels for him. She knew she would never have a chance at getting him to like her so to make things run a little bit smoother, she has a trick up her sleeve that will guarantee Zibella her prince charming and happily ever after. So, why is she so calm you ask? Why is this docile expression set firmly across her face when all the other kalons would be put into a state of cardiac arrest when facing those big, ornate doors to the palace? Well, the love potion she slipped in his tea sure is a good bet!

[S-S-Sweets]

asdfh all the pastel kals you make I love sO much I cannot resist entering---

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[bostonlobstah]

username; Sugar Silkie~
name; Ruthie
gender; Female
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"Er--are you ready to go...meditate?" Ruthie asked her friend Fern. She had never meditated in her life, and was confused as to why Fern would invite her to do it, but she couldn’t say no to her.
Fern didn't speak a word, but instead walked gracefully out the door, her long black hair brushing the mossy ground. Ruthie trailed impatiently behind her, careful not to run ahead like she usually would. She wasn't one to act crazy and frazzled around Fern.
Soon they reached a small grove of birch trees. Fern promptly plopped down in the center, her eyes gently closed. Ruthie began feeling uncomfortable. She sneezed.
“Heh, allergies. I’m allergic to birch. Sorry. All this pollen--” Ruthie stumbled over her words. Fern didn’t seem to hear her at all, so she just sat down and closed her eyes.
A few minutes passed. Ruthie began to rock back and forth ever so slightly, endless thoughts running through her mind. Will I like my new job? I mean, no one likes their jobs, you just have to deal with it. Ruthie heard the sound of chirping nearby. It’s fine, Ruthie, it’ll be fine. Everyone’s a grocery bagger at some point in life. Your shine is a freaking crown. You’re better than your job. I wonder what Colin will think?—Ruthie nearly jumped a mile when she felt a tapping on her paw. It was a little bluebird who had come to investigate. A brave soul, since Ruthie had been rocking so much. It fluttered back a pace when she jumped.
Ruthie turned to look at Fern. Fern was silent as the grave, but she held out birdseed in her paws. A flock of birds had gathered around her, perching on her shoulders, in her open palms, and scattered around her feet.
How does she do that? Ruthie thought to herself.
“You must learn to find peace with yourself and your circumstances,” Fern uttered softly. “You can do that, can’t you? Look around you and smell the earth.”
Ruthie let her words sink in, then heaved a great sigh. She glanced around the clearing, up to the tall birches that seemed to touch heaven. A million birds fluttered and sang between the branches as if in a ballroom dance. Ruthie felt all her burdens being lifted off by the birds and spiraling into the sky.
“Yes, I can do that.”
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click me for the art <3
(because I know the image will be broken)

[Corey Taylor]

username; Corey Taylor
name; Cari
gender; Female
prompt; res with pets (mainly guinea pigs)

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Mark

[Kitzune,]

username; Crystalkitsune
name; Sugarpop
gender; female
prompt; wip

[sylveonsweetie987]

username; sylveonsweetie987
name; Iris Regala
gender; Female
prompt;
Iris wasn't scared. Sure, her best friend was slowly dying, the tumor inside her agonizingly swallowing her last weeks. Yet Iris's face was the picture of serenity. Destiny looked at her painedly.
"I'm scared, Iris..."
"You needn't be. Remember what I always say?"
"Yes. But please tell me again..."
"The plot of our life is a prerecorded one we cannot change. We can only hold out hope it will have a happy ending."
"But what if mine doesn't? I'm going to die! Soon!"
"You may. But you're going to die peacefully, I'm sure. Whoever writes our life-plots- they aren't that cruel. And you'll finally be free from the pain."
"Won't you miss me?"
"I'll accept what fate has decided. But yes, I'll miss you."
"Thank you, Iris..."
The pair sat in silence for a while longer, knowing that what was to come would come, and holding peace in their hearts.

[messenger]

ahh have to pull out of this one but good luck to all of you<3

[cribunni]

aloe~ || Vadelia [ vah • dale • eea ] || Female



The boards of the house shook and rattled as the tornado ripped through the fields. The small girl hugged herself tightly, tears dripping down her cheeks. She sat in the bathtub, a heavy mattress set to block whatever it possibly could. Vadelia’s family had been poor for a long while; her parents had tried their best to scrape the money together for a better home, but money is always a hard thing. The tiny house they lived in had no shelter from the frequent tornadoes that occurred here. Vadelia screamed as the house violently shook, the mattress slipping and falling to the floor. She kept her head covered as she heard the bathroom door swing open, foot prints following the sound. She looked up in tears as her mother lifted the mattress back up to cover the tub, crawling in and sitting beside her. She grabbed Vadelia’s shaking hands, forcing them down from her eyes. She calmly cooed at the girl, firmly grabbing her cheeks.
“One, two, three..” Vadelia blinked through her tears as she began to count along with her. “Four, five, six..” They continued to count together, the chaos outside continued to rattle the house, until it finally died out. Vadelia had long since been surprisingly calm during the storm, the numbers ringing in a calm, numerical air. Her mom has always taught her that life happens in numbers. As long as you keep counting, the seconds will tick by before you know it. No bad moment lasts forever.

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[SilentMelody]

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