[tigrerra]

sobbing big mark

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Username: teamilk
Name: dya
Prompt:

a soft jingle in the winter snow...

[~The Original Alice~]

Username: ~The Original Alice~
Name: Theodore Thimble "Teddie"
Prompt: A bumble bee got trapped in there by accident several years ago an it is too big to get out so Teddie just periodically pops some food in there for it.

[kolyakun]

Mark

[Foxghost]

Username:
Rosemoon

Name:
Ankou Dullahan

Prompt:
Wait, where am I? I don't remember this place! How did I get here? Everyone was here a second ago, I was just at home! I'm terrified, I can't recognize anything and I feel so lost... So disoriented. I want to get out of here! ...I hear something... That sound is so welcoming... So familiar...
The sound I hear is that of my mother cooking in the kitchen one of her homemade meals she used to make us. It didn't matter what she was making, we would always be so excited to smell how great it was and to sit down to devour it all. I could hear the bubbling of boiling water and the sizzle of ingredients in a pan, the cacophony of a seasoned chef.
The sound I hear is that of my brothers playing in the field we grew up in, chasing each other through the tall fronds of grass and scattered daisies. We would tumble and wrestle until we were coated in earth. I could hear them laughing like cherubs and the breeze carried the sound of the nearby farm.
I turn, and in the distance stands someone who looks so gentle that their aura felt like it was inviting me in. The sound... It's coming from them. My heart is swelling at the memory of my family, the life I had that felt so long ago. I have to go to them, I have to follow the sound. The closer I get to them the less frantic I feel.
Suddenly I'm standing face to face with them. They don't look familiar and yet I feel like I could trust them as if I'd known them my whole life.
"Hello, young one. My name is An... This is a wonderful memory you have".
"Memory?" How am I in a memory? An looks at me with a soft smile, but there is a hint of sadness behind it.
"Yes, a memory. My bell has the ability to take your memories of what sounds you find the most soothing and play it back for you. It's to help you find peace and to guide your way to me in the end" they sit down and hold up the bell on their collar.
"The end of what?" An places a paw on my shoulder, it feels so light it's almost as if they aren't there.
"I'm here to guide you to the afterlife. You died but were too scared to move on, so you became a lost soul stuck to this plane".
"I died?" I felt myself giving a thousand yard stare, my body wanting to be afraid but the sound of the bell was refusing to let it.
"Unfortunately. I am the reaper of Lost Souls. My bell sounds differently for the living, you may have heard me just as a simple chime of a shepherds staff before, waiting for you".
"Do... I have to go now?" An nodded and tilted their bell to me.
I stepped inside.

[-pidge]

Username: -pidge

Name: Yasushi

Prompt:

The chair rocks continuously back and forth, back and forth. Sweet tea, now cold, was cradled gently in her hands. A soft repetitive tune so nearly silent escapes the lips of a ginger kalon, caught in a loop of time. Back and forth, back and forth the chair rocks with its continuous rhythm.

Heavy wrinkled eyelids droop over a pair of weary eyes, eyes that had seen better days. The chair continues to rock. Tick Tock, Tick Tok. The clock faintly ticks down the seconds of every minute of the day. A light breeze enters through an open window, causing the pages of an untouched calendar to flicker. The hummed tune has restarted from the beginning. The chair rocks back and forth. Gentle air continues to swiftly flutter around the room, brushing against the kalon's fur. A bell around her neck begins to chime, causing a pause to the rocking of the chair.

Almost as if a soul had returned to a body, the kalon's eyes glistened. Cautiously placing the cold tea beside her, her fragile hands cup underneath the bell. Her thoughts were unclear, but the bell provided her great comfort. All those memories, precious treasures she could no longer remember, trapped in the bell held around her neck, were the last threads holding her life together.

Tracing a nail around the circumference of the bell, she has a feeling of uncertainty. Amongst the memories she had made so long ago, other memories thrived within, memories that were never made. It was her job to distinguish the true memories of her own. But how could she, when she can't even remember her first name.

The whispers of the bell lured her closer. Faint Laughter and mumbled chatter muddled together, one sentence striking out to her particularly. 'Look at those birds, over there, Yasu'. She vividly sees two children, splashing in the sea waters, chasing the seagulls along the shoreline. She continues to listen. 'You'll get a brainfreze!' A child giggles. She remembers the time her sister skulled down a raspberry slushy. A few phrases were spoken that were unfamiliar to her. As her head floods with the events of her past, the bell chimes again, and the kalon falls back into an emotionless trance.

Rocking back and forth, back and fourth, the chair creaks. A single thought swells in her mind. The weight of a heavy object dangling from her neck. What was it? What was its purpose? Lifting a skinny hand, she unclips the collar. In that moment, like a knitted blanket, the memories begin with unravel so rapidly, the kalon doesn't have a chance to gain hold of the threads. Memories drain from the bell, vanishing in to thin air... leaving nothing, as if someone had pressed 'delete.'

The kalon senses a loss, sadness. But an object on the ground grasps her attention. "What a pretty bell."

extra:

[Sinful_Lies]

Username: Sinful_Lies
Name: Kingsley
Prompt: Kingsley's bell mimcs people/things like a parrot {wip}

[emh]

Username: Yoh.
Name: Dahi
Prompt:

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Cling, Cling, Cling.

That's all she could hear. her mind was empty of any thought, just the tinkling of the bell, softly clicking against the wall.

Cling, Cling, Cling.

Eyes darted frantically around the room.

Cling, Cling, Cling.

That was it.

Dahi arose from the spot where she lay, fingers trembling.
She was very weak, but the sound of the bell kept her awake.

She nearly lost balance, legs weak with the stinging pain of weight against them.

Cling, Cling, Cling.

Eyelids heavy, almost closing. Where was the sound coming from?
She shivered, the room was freezing.
Her movement was stiff.

She felt around, hands landing on metal. It was hot. No. Burning.
She turned to look at the object. It was a bell.

She wanted to pull her hand away, but she couldn't. Her hands now stung with pain, the feeling of flames traveling through her veins.

She couldn't scream. She couldn't make a sound. She was stuck.
She fell to the floor, vision going black.

...

Cling, Cling, Cling.

She woke with a start, hands now trembling once again.
She felt around, finding any bit of strength she had to stand up.
She managed to find a box, and as she stood, she felt no pain.

She moved slightly, and the all too familiar sound played like a melody in her ears.

Cling, Cling, Cling.

It was coming from her.

She looked down to find the bell. It was clasped onto her collar.

She tried to remove it but to no avail. She tried to take off the collar. It didn't even budge. The bell was now part of her collar.
It was now part of her.

She stepped forward, pain no longer restraining her every move.

Hands now shaking again, she looked back down at the bell that was stuck onto her collar.

It healed her.

[BoomARat]

This is so cute!
I hope you feel better soon Aey ❤️
Decided to enter cause I have a good idea going

Username: sugar.fiz
Name: Bao
Prompt: Aliens crash land in Bao’s backyard as a young child, and they
took so much of a liking to her, they gifted her a bell. The bell not only
serves as a cute accessory, but a beacon to locate her so her new alien
friends can visit her at anytime!

[Cyrano]

using for different concept