[tigrerra]

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if anyone is interested in beauty and wants to partner up >:3

[stargazingshark]

username + number :: stargazingshark + 1126003
which kit :: vines (bottom kit)
kalon name :: euphor (named after the crown of thorns flower!)
prompt :: every waking moment, from the day she was born, euphor had been told she was a monster, and she had believed it, every single time. she had seen the way others looked at her sister, like she was a goddess, and the way they looked at her— like she was a monster, a killer. A BEAST.

she had known it from the start; that her parents had favored her younger sister, who was beautiful and elegant in every way sting wished she was too.. her bright, warm smile, the beautiful flowers dotting her body, and how she was so.. good. nice, kind, patient, in a way euphor only could dream of being. but she couldn't. she was incapable of pretending that life was that simple. yes, her sister was a good soul, truly— and that hurt euphor in a way weapons never could. many times her dear sister would gaze up innocently at her, asking why she didn't want to play. euphor gave the same answer each time.

"i'm sorry, mom and dad won't let me play with you. the thorns on me.. i might hurt you." even coming from her own mouth, euphor felt the sting of pain in her heart, like a thistle lodged into her chest. she wanted to sob and cry and fall apart, and hold her sister in her paws and tell her she was sorry. but she couldn't. i'm already a monster, she thought to herself. i can't be weak too. that'd just make me a miserable kit.

growing up, she'd had to stay in her sister's shadow, and eventually, she had grown sick and tired of it. and now.. she was here. staring out the window of her room, paws itching to leap outside. she stared back at her sister, who was blinking back tears. euphor sighed and jumped down from her bed, and let her speak. "are.. are you really leaving? now?" the rose-pelted kalon in front of her choked out, words blurred by the tears falling from her eyes. euphor's heart ached, but she knew what she had to do. she couldn't bear to leave, but she couldn't bear to stay either. ".. yes. i'm sorry, but.. i have to go. i just can't take it anymore. i wish i could stay, but—" ".. no, i get it. i'm sorry i never stood up for you, i was so scared.." euphor felt herself fighting back tears. "i know. it's okay.. i forgive you." "promise?" "promise." she touched her nose to her sister's, and they hugged. for the first time in years, since they were kits. and yet, euphor's thorns didn't cut her sister like she was afraid of. instead, as if sensing her emotions; they crept down her body, their caging coils loosening just for the moment.

and, for the first time in a while— euphor smiled a beautiful smile. not for a camera; genuinely smiled. she drew back slowly, ruffling her sister's hair playfully, before turning to leave.

she was free.

extra: forwards beckon rebound i think this song fits with my interpretation of the kit; especially the lines "villain and violent, infant and innocent" !!

[strawberryy]

strawberryy - 958628 | angelic harp | Aurelle

Mother says every village needs its monster, and ours just happens to wear flowers and sing songs. Though fearful when young, after growing up, most immediately accept that it’s an old wives tale. But I can feel the uncertainty that settles upon the village as night falls.

They tell us the Beast is only a tool used at bedtime to keep little ones from straying too far from home. “Don’t follow the flowers, run from music heard after dark, and never wander past the treeline.” As children, we would cower, but now everyone just snickers and waves the warnings off. Some even ignore the warnings and purposefully go to explore the forbidden meadow.

But sometimes people don’t come back. But sometimes they do, and are left in a state that can’t be truthfully described as living. They return alive, breathing, but their minds are forever changed.

Mr. Barrett stumbled out at dawn not too long ago, the petals covering him crumbled like ash the moment anyone touched them. He kept muttering something along the lines of “little tune… a harp...” like he was half-asleep, half-dreaming. By morning he was supposedly right as rain and swore he’d only gone for a walk. His wife won’t let him near the woods now, I don’t think she even lets him leave their home. I have only seen him once since that day, but he wasn’t quite the same.

I’m not supposed to be in the library without an adult, but I found a record older than the chapel itself. Before I was dragged away, a page about a young girl who was sent to gather wildflowers and never returned caught my eye. After that, the odd occurrences began. At first, only mentions of some returning in trances like Mr. Barrett. But then the disappearances began. Only mentions of travellers initially, which was nothing to bat an eye at. However, some of the missing were villagers from long ago, their records remaining yet their names smudged and scribbled over.

Maybe Mother’s right and it’s all nonsense. Maybe the Beast is nothing but a tale crafted solely to scare children with no real history behind it.

But whenever the breeze carries a waft of petals, the scent of flowers no one grows here but still feels familiar, and that faint plucked-string hum, rhythmic like a heartbeat…

…I can’t help but wonder. Best hope Mother never reads this.

Aurelle's fingers gently held the page, the forgotten diary it was held within barely keeping it in place. She traced every word, a description of the myth she used to be, full of wonder and fear. She read each one, petals gathering at her feet. A heaviness settled in her chest... her existence was used as a warning, stitching together a beast made from whispers.

Closing the diary, she buried it in her bag. Taking one final glance at the the ruins, she finally turned away from it, from the life that had never named her. She chose one for herself now, putting to rest the idea of the Beast of the Meadow.

song: Here Before by Vashti Bunyan

[Exitium]

username + number :: Exitium + 626371
which kit :: Bottom kit - Vines
kalon name :: Cal
prompt :: Beauty. Something to behold. The light in the darkness of self doubt and depression. A thorn of envy in your side.

[Cheeb]

marking these cuties <3

[scadualtus.]

OOOO BIG MARK

[Cyrano]

username + number :: cyrano + 887402
which kit :: Roses
kalon name :: Celeste

moodboard

Beast

"I hate it," she says standing from her seat high on her palanquin looking at her perfectly manicured nails with broken pearls used as decoration. She clicks her tongue and then looks at her other hand. They're so identical and immaculate that it's hard to tell the difference. "I hate it."

Celeste doesn't wait for a response from the gathered officials. She takes her umbrella from the ground and spreads it open , in front of the foreign dignitaries . They gawk at her, spluttering, disbelieving, how dare she, this beast of a princess, small, crooked and cruel hidden behind the softness of her exterior, they sputter, curse, protest but she fits the umbrella's handle over her shoulder and walks off.

Politics are more suited to her mother, with her friendly eyes with those hidden edges behind them like they've seen a thousand lives, a thousand fires all snuffed out. "It's disgusting," she says once more.

But her feet stop halfway across the garden, and her pupils slide to the side of her face like she's trying to look back. The foreign dignitaries barely step out in a fit of barely controlled rage and she smiles. She loves this part.

"This kingdom!" they cry, and she grins. "This kingdom is f—!"

She turns her head and gives them a smile, her eyes all sparkling like jewels and looking fresh like the forest she calls home. She pushes one edge of her perfect manicure into her bottom lip, feigning innocence.

"My lords and ladies," she says, all sweet saccharine like honey that drips from her lips. "It is disrespectful. I will have to tell your king about your cursing on our sacred ground. What a shame we couldn’t come to good terms"

"Disrespectful—"

She walks off, rose petals falling in her wake leaving stunned faces and sputtering lips and away she prepares for mommy’s lecture and eventual apology gift. “This kingdom is going to sh**” she says.

I hate it, she says. It's disgusting, she says. But how can she—how can she say it, her eyes like a predator and her finger curled in her hair—how can she truly say she hates politics, when she revels in the hunt. Smelling blood.

[Alantica]

username + number :: Alantica - 349242
which kit :: Top Kit - Roses
kalon name :: Rhodine
prompt ::

I smile but the reflection doesn’t smile back. I pluck the rose from the bush, its thorns stab back in futile defense as the pain, it's what I deserve after all.

Another day, another gathering. She smiles like the flower she’s supposed to play. To be admired, to stay in her place. The fake chuckles and pleasantries echo through the room. Her eyes meets another’s, he looks away, face flushed. One more.

Her father sits across from her, “So what have you gathered today?” Rhodine’s tail flickers with annoyance, her eyes narrowing. “Nothing much again today, just gossip about the viscount’s daughter and baron’s son’s possible engagement.” “Hmm… It looks like the two houses may be joining hands in hopes of strengthening their faction.” Rhodine sighs, “Father…” Her father’s eyes flicker back to her, “I very well know what you are asking for, go ahead.” She bows, “ Thank you Father.” A genuine smile finally on her face. She skips down the hall, to the training center. The sounds of swords clashing enters her ears, her eyes sparkling as she heads towards her teacher.



Another year, another celebration ball. Hand in hand with her partner, she walks into the ballroom, all eyes on her. Her smile never reaching her eyes, her partner already gone to the other side to talk to their “friends”. She picks up the hush whispers of adults talking, unsuspecting of such a young child to understand anything. At least this is entertaining unlike the unless gossips of children. However this is not her only task today. Her eyes track the baron as he slips into the garden, her footsteps light behind. She watches as he meets with the viscount, their careless chatter drifting through the night. Soon they finish up and go their separate ways, Rhodine follows behind. Without any hesitation, she paralyzes him with poison. His collapse unheard, his screams for help stopped before it could leave his mouth. She stands over him, her eyes gleaming with delight. That was the last thing he ever saw.



The battle field smells of iron, she watches as another body falls before her, crimson covering the lands. She smiles, one that reaches her eyes. Another one falls and another, her smile becomes a chuckle, then laughter. Her crazed eyes are all the enemy could see before being cut down. This is her home, where she belongs but she still couldn’t be herself. She still have to pretend to be the flower when she goes home, back to the dreadfully boring society.
Cheers echo through the capitol, she doesn’t take part. It would ruin her image. So she forces a smile again. Greeting her comrades as someone else, they never knew where she went. Her hand itches, she wants to feel the hilt again. Good thing there were still moles to take care of.

Beads of scarlet form from the wound from the thorns. I smile at the familiar color as I turn the petals red.

Tea cup pixel credit

which kit :: Bottom Kit - Vines
kalon name :: Nero
prompt ::

“Monster! Monster! Stay away!” The shrill screams reverberate in his ears.

Nero grips his face, shielding her from himself. His own mother. “Mother please…” tears roll down but he couldn’t face her. It would just break her down more and so he dons a mask, to hide the horrors that his mother couldn’t face.

Whispers from everyone, now so normal it’s just background noise to him. There’s no need to eavesdrop, there’s no question on what they’re gossiping about after all. Nero places his hands on his mask, a reminder of his place in the world. “Hey where’re you going right now?” His single light in the world of darkness, “Nothing much just visiting my father.” “Hmm is that so? I want to go too, let’s go together!” They walk side by side, the little chit chat, the light he desperately grasps at.

Tears didn’t form, they couldn’t. Not here, not now. He grips the pews a little tighter as she walks down the aisle, her white gown and veil trailing behind. She looks around before spotting him, she gives him a small smile before continuing on. He touches the mask on his face, grateful for the first time of its existence.

The world is so cold, his quill never stopping. He looks out to the window as the lights dance around and the cheerful voices of the other students fill the air. The door creaks open,“Vice President, you should take a break.” Nero shakes his head, “I will just ruin the mood.” “Don’t say that, come on, let’s go together.” The Treasurer smiles and urges again, “Come on.” He sighs, putting his quill down. “Alright.”
“So how are you doing?” a familiar smiles enters his vision. Nero sighs, “Same as always…” The Treasurer, now Vice President, chuckles, “Okay President but you don’t seem the same as always~” Nero gives him an annoyed look, “Ugh, I had to visit my mother again yesterday… She’s still…” He gives Nero a hug, his comforting scent calming Nero.

Turmoil has reached even the most fortified lands. Nero lays exhausted on a bed of hay from a day of battle. His eyes narrow as he examines the sleeping Vice President, his body covered in cuts and bruises. He had taken the brunt of the attacks today to allow Nero the gaps to attack back. In the silence, Nero takes off his mask and casts healing magic, his power no longer suppressed.

Peace finally arrives after a hard fought battle. Alone, Nero sits back to back with the Vice President. “I have something to tell you…” Nero’s voice barely a whisper. “Hmm what is it?” “Turn around.” The Vice President shuffles around to face Nero. Biting his lips, Nero lifts his mask to show him his face. “I wanted to be truthful to you before…” The Vice President chuckles, “So that’s how you look under there~” “Am I not terrifying to you?” “No! Anyone who calls you terrifying needs to get their eyes checked!” “Then…” The Vice President closes in as their lips touch for the first time.

Star Divider by Milkb on DA

[squints]

mark :3

[honee bee]

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username + id honee bee 348767
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Angelic Harp || Beast xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx- Stone Statue || Beauty
kit name: Seren xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx- kit name: Micah
xheir to a shattered kingdom xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx a journey to a true reflection

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note: I initially only considered entering for Angelic Harp, as I had a concept I felt drawn to that would fit the prompt, but ended up entering for Stone Statue as well because I was hit with sudden inspiration with the prompt. please enjoy ♡

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