[mlm+acc]

Username;; mlm+acc
Name;; Fizz
Gender;; female
Plumerian's favorite quote;;
Story;; (Word limit: 2,000)

[agathokakologic]

HAHAHAAHAAHA YES
YES
A WRITING CONTEST
RES

[wishbone!]

dropping out
don't really a feel a connection anymore

[Tricksters]

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Tricksters

Ｎａｍｅ；；

CATHELD:
Variant spelling of Irish Gaelic Cathal,
meaning "mighty in battle."

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；；

Male

Ｐｌｕｍｅｒｉａｎ＇ｓ ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｑｕｏｔｅ；；

Maybe it's not about the happy ending,
maybe it's about the
story.

Ｆｉｒｓｔ ｉｍｐｒｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ ｍａｔｔｅｒ；

A small bird sat on the window seal of the
garden, feathers ruffled up and eyes
closed as it shivered, trying to become
warm in the summer storm that was raging around it.

A small purple face poked it's way up
the opposite side of the glass,
grinning with a curious look upon it.

The bird opened it's eyes suddenly, quickly
glancing over at the face.
It squawked, unfolding it's small brown
wings and clambering away in
dim flight.

The small plumerian gasped, popping
up fully before the window and
slamming his paws against the glass.
"No! Wait friend I want to interview
you for my story!" He called,
his small yet rich voice echoing through
the halls.

"Catheld." Rogers said
sternly, but not to roughly.
"quiet your tone indoors
alright kid?" He finished, returning
to filling out as much of the entry
sheets he could for
Catheld.

Catheld glanced over at Rogers with
puffed out cheeks. He let out
the held breath and sighed,
turning his back towards the window seal
and tacking off his backpack, he
slumped to the floor.

Placing the pack between his legs,
he unzipped the upper pocket and
pulled out a large leather sheathed
journal. A paper was glued to the
front that read;;
"Catheld Migaleas'
Idea books"

Placing the journal beside his leg on
the floor, he pushed his backpack into
the middle of the hallway and got
onto his knee's before plopping down
onto his stomach, taking hold of
the edge of his journal and sliding
it in front of him.

He opened the book to the cover page,
taking out a pen that was encased in wood
from a hidden flap beneath some of
the covers leather.

Placing the pen firmly in his left hand,
he flipped through the pages.

Each was filled with sketchy drawings
and messy writing, telling a story that
was truth mixed with the flowing
imagination of a child.

Suddenly, the writing and drawings
stopped and Catheld went back a few pages
to find the start of the blank canvas'
for thought, truth, history, and imagination.

Placing the pen gently on the paper,
he started to move his hand as he bit his
tongue, letting ideas flow out and glide
with the ink onto the paper.

As the small night tries
to rescue the princess
of the Window,
the great and terrible
Dragon Rogers Saussurea
awakens from his slumber!

Being brave, strong knight he
is, Sir Cat Held held
his sword high into the air
with a shout of triumph.
He charged at the
dragon's le-

Rogers cleared his throat.

Catheld dragged his pen across the side
of the paper. He looked at the line
before glancing over
at Rogers with bubbling eyes.

"Time to go to your room.
Want to run ahead?" Rogers said,
stepping towards the plumerian.

A grin broke over Catheld's face.
He quickly turned to the
title of his journal, stuffing his pen
in it's hiding spot and slamming the book shut.

Clambering to his knee's,
he grabbed his backpack and stuffed
the journal in it's pocket, zipping
it up and slinging it over his shoulder.

He jumped up to his feet, his
leg braces clinking against each other
as his knee's buckled slightly.

"Oh boy oh boy!" Catheld smiled, rocking on his heels.

[broker]

Username;;
Name;;
Gender;;
Plumerian's favorite quote;;
Story;; (Word limit: 2,000)

reserved <33

[Offended Cockatiel]

Roka why. Q v Q


I want to but... Hhhh.

Possible reserve?



Jump. Jump up higher now.
A whisking breath pressed through him, tiny paws furthering from one another.

[Wulfjaw]

username
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----DaringAsh.
name
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----Bev Macbeth. It's thought to be short for 'beverage', but this wasn't intentional when ze was named by zir parents. It's just fun to joke about. The last name is funny too, because Macbeth is a play, and Bev aspires to be an actor.
gender
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----Ze is gender nuetral. Ze prefers ze/zir/zirself pronouns.

----"Gender Neutral, aka Neutral Gender, is an identity under the nonbinary, genderqueer and transgender umbrellas. Gender neutral individuals have a neutral gender identity or expression, or identify with the preference for gender neutral language and pronouns.
This is similar to and often overlaps with the experience of being agender, genderless or having no gender identity.
Neutrois identity is often described as being a neutral gender identity." [source]
quote
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----It isn't exactly a quote. It's more of a monologue. You see, ze is taking a lot of acting classes, and monologues are one of zir favourite things to do. This one monologue hits zir hard, because zir father died in place of the mother. And instead of cancer, it was while he was serving in the army. Ze had another father, who was left single after his husband had died. Ze gets very emotional whenever ze performs this monologue, and zir teachers can see passion when ze performs it. Ze i is reluctant to tell anyone about things, so zir father's death is a secret for now.

----Craig's mother died of cancer two weeks ago at a very young age. Craig's father sent him to a therapist to help deal with this tragic loss. Craig does not like the idea of seeing a therapist, but he agrees to go to please his father. Here, he is speaking to the therapist.

----"You understand? You understand? No, you don't understand. You think just because you have a Ph.D. and a framed certificate on the wall that you magically know what I'm feeling? What a load of crap. You're just doing your job -- making your money. You probably never cared about anyone in your life. Well, I do. I care too much. That's why I'm going crazy. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
----Every time I see a woman who even slightly resembles my mom, I swear she's gonna turn around and it will be her. Alive, here, now, smiling at me. But it never is. I keep waking up in the middle of the night, screaming, all drenched in sweat. Yesterday, I put my fist through the window and shattered it into pieces. My mom is dead. She's dead, and I can't even cry. Cause if I do, it'll mean I accept, really accept, that she's gone forever. I don't want to do that. I can't do it. Can you understand that? I can't let my mom be gone."
story

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----A child skipped along the sidewalk, a backpack periodically bouncing up and down with every jump. Bev's enthusiastic feet danced along towards the bus stop to zir new school. Ze had just settled down in a new town in a new house, and zir father had even signed zir up for acting classes like ze'd always dreamed! Pairing that with the excitement of making new friends at this new school was enough to make zer feel so bubbly ze could just explode like dropped soda can.
----Ze had come to the stop sign where zir father had told zir the bus was coming to pick zir up, but ze just didn't want to stop skipping, so the child continued the little jig around the octogonal traffic sign. There were no children in the neighbourhood ze had moved into, so ze was alone. It wouldn't be so bad, though! Zir father had promised that he was willing to drive his kid to any friend's house, no matter how far (as long as it was in state)!

----Eventually, Bev got tired of bouncing around. It hurt zir feet. Ze came to a stop, and (impatiently) continued waiting for the school bus. And when it came, the ecstatic kid clambered on aboard. Ze wondered where ze could sit? Well, those two girls looked really nice! The plumerian made zir way down the aisle and plopped down on the leather seat next to them.
----"Hi, I'm Bev!" ze chirped, throwing both arms out animatedly.
----The two girls had been deathly silent when ze sat in the space next to them, and neither of them looked like they wanted to say anything. One of them even had all of the blood drain out of their face.
----"Are--are you the new kid that just moved into that empty house on Pindle Avenue?" Her voice shook as she spoke.
----"Yup! How'd you know?"
----The couple exchanged terrified looks. It was like they had seen a ghost or something. After a very long silence that was only accompanied by the background chatter of the school children, the other girl stuttered out her reply.
----"W-well... your house is... haunted, isn't it?"
----Bev felt confused. Haunted? Really? Ze really doubted that. Daddy had always told zir that ghosts definitely weren't really. He'd said so himself.
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[Novi]

Username;; CyrCryKun
Name;; Kilian, meaning "little warrior".
Gender;; Male.
Plumerian's favorite quote;; "I came into this world kicking and screaming, and I'm going out the same way."
Story;; (Word limit: 2,000) WiP

May we make him PPS? QoQ

[Beatnik]

Username;; Beatnik
Name;; Pit
Gender;;
Plumerian's favorite quote;;
Story;; (Word limit: 2,000)

Possible reserve

[Dewey]

dropping out