[enomoto]

Hello! I'm the owner of glowstick so if you need any info about her pm me?

Im awful at writing personalities so all you need to know really is that shes super nice and is a sailor who is usually off at sea! Sometimes she gets really overwhelmed though and just decides to lay down on the spot? But if you really do need to know anything else, pm me!

Oh also goodluck everyone!

[.chamomile.]

Hey guys!! I just want to fix a mistake I made on the front page regarding the competition. It says that there are three extras instead of two. You may use 700 words for both of the writing extras, for a total of 1,400 words for that extra section.

If you want, you don't have to do any art. Each piece that you don't do counts as one hundred words. So if you did three pieces of art, and didn't want to do two more, you can write an extra two hundred words if you want.

Also, words in art/song lyrics/quotes do not count towards the limit. Comics are allowed, but each page counts as one piece of art. Thank you!!

[suds]

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user: sweetener xx name: pinar soleil ramsey xx nick/s: sunspot xx age/birth: 15 / 6/21/2001 xx gender: gender-fluid
sexual orientation: demiromantic xx height/weight: 5'3 / 139 lb xx occupation: undecided

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personality
[170 words / 924 characters]

pinar is a bouncing, unique and musical boy. he is a huge optimist, and enjoys a good social event with
his friends. his charming lopsided and goofy smile attracts new people, along with his beautiful singing
voice. he has no regrets whatsoever, and never shies away from stressful situation, choosing instead to
take the bull by its horns. he tends to never sugarcoat things, and his blunt words is something you have
to get used to quickly. he loves jazz, and listens to it constantly. he likes to make lyrics for the song.

he holds his beliefs close to his heart, and is not afraid to argue. he has a short attention span, and can
never do the same thing for too long. pinar absolutely loves the city, downtown chicago is his favorite.
he has a pep in step always, there is never a time where he is not humming some trumpet filled beat.
he treats everyday like his last, and enjoys straying away from his duties to something new.

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late night city tunes
[171 words / 916 characters]

he thumped his foot against the cracked sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. the cold wind stung
any part of skin that was showing, his efforts to stay warm were futile, and he felt the freezing wind
seep into his jacket. the fluorescent lights blinked down at him, and the drum of music filled him with
warmth. he nodded his respects to the men on the street, who looked at him with glazed eyes and old
coats. he leaned against the door, not risking unraveling any limb from his mess of clothes to open it.

someone let him in, and he stripped himself of his winter attire, wearing an old t-shirt with some band
on the cover. he took his seat at a booth close to the stage, sliding in next to his friend spots, who only
raised his eyebrows in greeting. pinar returned the expression, fingers numb with the feeling of blood
rushing back. the lights dimmed and the band played, and he was soon losing himself in the music.

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feeling under the moon
[173 words / 958 characters]

"i didnt know you were actually gonna do it!" spots cried, hands gripping onto his bleached gelled mohawk.
his brown eyes were wide and big with disbelief with pity settled deep into his gaze. "i had to! they were
hurting you, i-i cant let that happen weve been through so much-" pinar was tired, his eye was swelling and
shiny with blood, and his nose pulsed with his heartbeat. standing behind the shady rundown warehouse in
the thin cement alleyway was plain uncomfortable, he just wanted to go home. spots hands cupped his face.

he had beat up the school bullies. with their stupid cigarettes and drugs, they werent cool. they picked on
spots for his scars, calling him names and shoving him in the halls, and he could stand up for himself just
fine but pinar was done with seeing his face fall when they walked past. his bruised hands clenched into fists
and relaxed again, feeling spots tears fall on his face. "god, sunspot, i love you so much." he whispered.

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fast paced get aways
[170 words / 896 characters]

pinar felt his whole body flush, cold hands gripping the steering wheel of spots's old beat up truck. his
breath came in thick clouds of snow white air. he couldnt believe he was doing this. worst of all, spots
was in there alone with a bag tucked under his arm full of god knows what. men with big guns were
probably waiting to pounce on him, he was only 17 and pinar was only 15. he didnt even have his license
and yet here he was, in a get away vehicle praying that he wouldnt hear the firecracker pop of a gun.

"go! what are you doin, press the damn gas, now!" panting, spots fumbled, leaning over and shoving
pinar's leg down. the truck jerked forward and he fumbled with the stick, earning a frustrated grunt
from the other. deep voices could be heard, and he snapped to his senses and revved forward, mud
spraying behind them and the relieved shouts from him could barely be heard over the engine.

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unrequited incandescent thoughts
[157 words / 897 characters]

pinar laughed, big and booming and all the shy kids jumped. spots laughed too, and now the corridor
was filled with hearty chuckles and scared scuttling. the light filtered through large windows, they
walked down the hallway. "what do you wanna do today?" he asked. "dunno, nap? skipping class is the
easy part but thinkin of what to do is real hard," spots mumbled, running a hand through his hair. his
brown eyes were soft, reflecting the light that poured in, pinar stared, his heart beating sickly sweet.

"maybe somethin like, stealin mcdonalds food- pompey works there right he can prob hook us up ive
always wondered what its like behind the counter," his words caught the soft drift through the cracks
of the foundation, kissing the sky. pinar let his mind wander to less important things, but when spots
grabbed his hand to pull him along, he saw a beautiful, beloved smile that belonged to spots.

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[SkySmoke]

Mark. Not sure if to enter or watch since there are only 2 days left

[.chamomile.]

hey guys!! so this contest is supposed to end today, but I was wondering if you all needed an extension?? just post here with a yes or a no, and about how much time you need. thanks!!

[Foxy The Pirate]

nope ;v;

[Midnight Tails]

Ah that'd be really good actually ;o; yes please~
I think I'd only need two-three days and I'd be good!
But I understand if you don't want to extend the comp too.

[trivium]

aah, yes please! <33
i've been busy with school and club stuff ;w;

[Metallic Dragon]

Nope

[saka.]

I vote for an extension c: