[shishou]

ah I still remember when i first got him, i was filled with so much joy

for this readopt, describe what his world is like AND/OR
draw/write a funny situation! it can be anything, ranging from
modern to fantasy anything you like! max words is 1000 and 3 art
pieces !! there is no skeleton form, you can go absolutely buck wild (though
stay within the limitations) he has a kit but that is up to you if you want them to
be in or out of character :>

end date is 22th 31st of October !! my friends bday haha) halloween :>

[Knickknacks]

mark :0

[nermal1999]

Mark

[doge fruit]

oof, res!

[.Broken]

His world is a wondrous place of magnificent sunsets, unrealistically beautiful moons, and a wide variety of flora and fauna. The weather is very mild during the day but biting cold at night. Most of the rivers are near quartz deposits: so the water is exceptionally sparkly and entrancing.

[Guest]

username waterfront ` name joaquin nuyen ` gender male

prompt 01 he's got the whole of atlantis at his tearducts. boy, you lived by the knife & died by the knife that was covered in sobs. all i did was cry / all you did was cry can be said in two different ways, & joaquin, he didn't say any last words, just made a crybaby of himself as he was pushed into the ocean. except the ocean, it didn't exist yet. before the ocean was joaquin's prison, a deep ravine that he was left to cry in. his crimes of melancholy were retributed when his eyes began to sting & suddenly, there were jellyfish on his face. they said, " let's take revenge into our mouths, quin. why should you be punished for feeling ? " & so he let out more & more of the jellyfish, when he realized maybe tears are just kissing feelings on the mouth & not just for sadness, & he cried out of happiness & anger & resentment at this. so that butterfly-pit awry-feeling in his stomach came to become to ocean, & with the ocean joaquin swam free from the jailbars, the stoicism he was expected of. & exhausted, he feel asleep in the lullaby of his new kingdom. the jellyfish made sure joaquin was safe during his slumber, they formed an electric fence with their stinging arms, & while he drifted though the depths of the water, they followed him.

" good morning, quin, " their glowing arms seemed to say as he woke up to them, like sunlight through curtains. " look at everything you let out, you don't have to cry anymore. " joaquin yawned & took a gulp of water into his lungs & smiled, so this was the revenge he was to take into his mouth. " do you want to see the rest of it ? we're not the only ones. " he nodded, & so his angels brought him up & up. he looked at the anglerfish's ugly face & saw his anger. the sharks, his will to participate in a battle he was previously too blearyeyed to understand. & the seaweed tickled his face when he finally reached the sky. it was raining.

then, taken by whitecaps, joaquin submerged into the ocean again. he watched the raindrops form ripples on the ceiling & instead of air he breathed in water, water his feelings his. something so simple all to himself. yet he didn't mind watching boats fly above his head any less than he did the sea creatures who embodied the emotions he'd poured into this place.

( 421 words )

prompt 02 " that isn't completely true, i didn't make the ocean. but i'm honoured, " joaquin said with humour stuck between his teeth. silvanus reached forward & tried to toothpick it out, " but quin, i wrote that story for you ! & now you're going to tell me it's historically inaccurate ? " " to be frank, i can't remember history all too well, being thousands of years old & all. " " thousand year old mermaid looks like a ten year old boy, doctors hate him, " silvanus responded only in a whisper, as he was quite sure joaquin wouldn't be able to empathize with popup ads. so maybe he was that old after all. but silvanus still couldn't believe his brother had graduated kindergarten so many years before him. " wait, so did you just never age ? or do you really have a skincare routine nobody else knows about ? should we all just hang out in the ocean like you ? that's weird, because last time i checked, staying in the water for too long prunes your skin & it's ─ " water in silvanus' nostrils stopped his orchestra of childlike questions, maybe answering is water wet in the process. " yes, i never aged. you know what i think about a lot ? about how, maybe i just cried a lot all those years ago because i was just a little kid. " " not me, " silvanus sneezed the water out of his nose, " i don't cry, & i'm a little kid. " " crying isn't a bad thing, silv. " silvanus pouted at the prospect of his brother going on one of his sentimental rants, & made his arms a dunk tank. " got you ! payback ! " he saw joaquin roll his eyes under the water, but still felt satisfaction at getting back at him for splashing him earlier. when joaquin came up, he didn't need to breathe in air. " hey, quin, do you think i should get a surgery for gills ? " just after speaking, from the corner of his eye he saw tears well in the corners of joaquin's eyes. " wait, no, don't cry ! don't make me feel like a bully. & anyways, if you cry you're gonna put yourself into a coma again or something like that ─ " " silv ! silv. this is what i was telling you. it's good crying. " silvanus paused. " i'm . . . glad we're brothers, too. " silvanus slipped on the seaweed joaquin had just sneaked onto the shore, tripping into the water. " i take it back ! "

( 446 words )

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( & if we swim down low !
01 is the worldbuilding prompt & 02 is the funny situation prompt,
which is mostly just brotherly bickering tbh ,, silvanus is this kid &
i thought it'd be neat to write him into the story bc he & this kalon
share the same batch ! although, in the story, joaquin is like ,,, his
adoptive brother ? he v much became silvanus' brotherly figure, the
older brother he never had, & so on after they met at the shoreline.
anyways ty for reading ♥ )

[LokisTrick]

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ― W.B. Yeats

The grove had clover growing in it today. Yesterday it had been violets, two days ago it had been Elysium, and for all that Olice knew, tomorrow it would be Hydrangea. He sighed somewhat wearily, the walk here was long and steep. The forest grew on the rolling hills below the Sky-Eater Mountains, and the terrain was anything but accessible. Still, Olice conceded, scribbling down a quick sketch of the layered white-and-pink flowers, it wasn't as if someone had forced him into doing this. Patrolling the Clouded Forest was his job, and usually, his pleasure. He was the Ranger assigned to this portion of the woods. It was his duty, like that of all rangers, to protect the natural magics of the area and document them as they changed and grew.

Well, he reflected, as best one can document chaotic magics, anyway. The world was vast, and there were thousands of enchanted areas that were as beautiful as they were dangerous. For instance, if Olice dared to pick one of the flowers growing around the trees in this grove, he would find himself unable to navigate the forest until he replanted the flower in the grove or starved. The magic would keep looping him around the woods, preventing him from leaving until he flower was returned. There were many such areas he kept watch over, a glittering crystalline spring with water so sweet and pure it would ruin the taste of all other water, leaving you with an unquenchable thirst no matter how much you drank. To the north, near the base of the mountains, there was a cave flush with softly glowing moss. It was so soft, you could sleep for years and never wake, kept comfortable in its springy hold.

Olice found joy and purpose in his work. He kept trespassers and wayward adventures out of the tantalizing but deadly areas, and protected the natural magics that grew wild in the forest. He lived in a simple cabin built by rangers years in the past that was stationed in the heart of the territory he patrolled, near some of the more harmless magical sites. Like the valley where all the bird same like instruments for some reason. At least they can harmonize! He thought with a roguish grin. Olice breathed deep, enjoying the dewy smell of the clover. "Well," he said aloud to the morning air, "onto the next!"

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[fruitvale]

oh my god.. this used to be my son..
im so glad to see people interested in him, im def marking this to see who wins/maybe help some ppl out 😢

[royalpoppy]

mork
whimsical/magical forest
lots of faerie rings
never met any other kalons
outsider

[malaise]

prompt 1. wordbuilding

Carnelian "Carn" / he/him pronouns
✓ Adventurer: Warrior [CLASS A] / ✓ Merchant: Gatherer
Licence to Sell: Valid until xx/xx/xx76, Last updated: xx/xx/72
[ KALON IS REGISTERED UNDER GUILD OF [_], VALID UNTIL xx/xx/xx82 ]

Carn's world is populated by violent creatures that have aimed to disrupt normal civilization since before he was born. From his father, to his father's father, to his father's father's father (...), for generations he and his family were just one of the many who had learned to take up a weapon before they knew what they were to fight against. Living in a seaside town where predatory creatures lurked in the nearby woods, as a kit he often found himself wanting to grow up quickly to defend his family and neighbors. As a town far from the kingdom, it was virtually unknown, small from the generation beforehand having been recruited to fight in the empire's civil war, and weak from a lack of capable adventurers to defend it as a result. During Carn's great-grandfather's generation, perhaps it was once a bustling port city, but the stories spoke nothing akin to the tight-knit community with borderline abandoned streets Carn grew up in.

Carnelian grows almost jaded with his desires to leave the small town behind and make a name for himself, to bring glory to his small town, yet unable to the older he grows. Needing to become competent with the sword and fighting monsters tirelessly left him only with a deep seated fear that if he were to leave, the buildings and kalons he grew up with would be demolished under the force of the enemies. History forgot the towns name, what if it was wiped from the kingdom completely? No, he was confident he would never let that happen. If only the task he took upon his own shoulders didn't feel as if it were a death sentence. It wasn't until Carn overheard whispers from passing-by adventurers of a guild looking to settle nearby did he feel a spark of hope, even if it was quickly quashed under his doubts.

In this empire, it was foolish for a guild to settle down without the backing of at least a prominent city. If the rumors were true and a guild had decided to actually settle a few miles outside of the town, they would be made the laughingstock of the kingdom- there were no nearby cities, the only kalons nearby were Carn's small town. A small town simply could not afford to supply a guild with the necessary supplies to run- the small town had a community that fed each other, and that was about the extents of what they could do. Trading outside of their town required traveling far past the forest limits, and it was always a stressful time for the citizens as they could only sit back and wait until outside supplies came in and their strongest kalons were able to escort the goods back. Most cities found themselves comfortably protected because they could afford to give the guild supplies in exchange for protection. A mutual relationship, one that Carn knew his town couldn't afford.

Deciding to push the matters to the back of his mind and continue defending the town as he had for years, the whispers of a guild grouping nearby were ignored until the following spring. Having been asked by his concerned neighbors to investigate the sounds of snarling and howling nearby, Carn pushed further into the forest. His senses were relaxed from an unusually low monster-activity autumn and winter, so he was quite literally swept off his feet when a large wolf-like creature barreled into him snarling. Carn barely had time to register what was happening before he had to wrestle the creature attempting to tear into him, managing to kick it off and dazedly watching as the creature scampered away, likely to return later with it's pack. A soft whistle sounded behind Carn as he bent to retrieve his sword and give chase, and he turned sharply to see the shape of another kalon. With soft green fur and deceptively sharp eyes, the new kalon smiled before speaking softly, "You've got a lot of strength there. Have you ever considered joining a guild?"

Had Carn been drinking something, he absolutely would have done a spit take.

...

prompt 2. funny situation

"How long."

Carn's voice rang out through the guild's courtyard, seemingly unusually stressed. Zero turned to acknowledge him with a concerned look as Qingqiu quickly turned away, bringing a paw up to his face. "How long have you been letting me water a fake plant?", Carnelian's voice warbled as Qingqiu snorted, a paw covering his grin, and Zero's eyes bulged with the effort it took to keep themself from outright laughing.

A quiet voice muttered from the nearby bushes, "I mean.. You always overwater my plants anyways-- ow! Don't pinch me!" Carn chose to pretend he didn't hear the soft mutter as he proceeded to wail dramatically and neither Qingqiu or Zero could hold back from full blown laughter.

Just another day in the daily life of this tiny guild.