[Kyar]

Welcome!
This kit is designed around the asexual flag to celebrate the fabulous asexual people out there!

You don't need to identify as asexual to try out for this kit, nor does the kit's character need to be asexual.
Because this is a Pride Month adopt, I will have a slight lean toward entries that give this kit some kind of LGBT identity should it come down to a close call, but it isn't required that they do.

Prompt:
**please read carefully!**

To win this kit, draw OR write about a time they felt like they weren't being heard.
But here's the catch! Any writing entries must have no dialogue, and any drawing entries must have no words!

- Maximum of 600 words
- No dialogue (no speaking from anyone!)
- Internal thoughts are okay!
- Any form welcome (story, poem, etc.)

- One art piece
- Comics allowed with max of 4 panels
- No animations
- No words of any kind

Ends July 30th at 11:59 Central Time



Prettying up is fine, no extras!

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Prompt: (1 art piece or 600 words)

Please feel free to PM me any questions*, and good luck everyone!

*If you are unsure whether or not your entry meets the requirements of the prompt, please PM me a link to or a copy of your completed entry and I will either approve it or tell you what needs to be changed.

[22tabby]

Mark!

[ultimate writer.]

mark

[Chickpea]

Username: CompleteChicken
Name:
Gender:Genderless
Prompt: (1 art piece or 600 word

Dropped out!

[iuno.]

def mark
Username: iuno.
Name:
Gender:
Prompt: 600 words

[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Name: Darion, meaning silent one
Gender: female
Prompt: Darion was gathered with her friends, Zoria, and Koraki. Earlier Zoria had brought along a few more of her friends and Darion hated them for... Reasons. Zoria's friends were part of a vocal minority of the LGBTQ+ community, those who don't think Asexuals are not valid parts of the community, and a few days ago she had finally come out to her group of friends and Zoria's two friends were there as well. She sighed and tried to exchange a glance with Zoria or even Koraki, no one looked at her, she had told Koraki about how privately Zoria's friends voiced their thoughts on her sexuality though he didn't seem to take her seriously. Zoria's friends began to take control of the conversation, often shutting down Darion and her thoughts though none of her actual friends noticed. In situations of high-stress, Darion went mute, during these times she couldn't find her voice and had no way of voicing anything. None of her friends knew how to help her since she had never told either of them. She sat in a silent panic, thoughts swirling in her mind and she couldn't decipher any of them or make sense of them. Tears welled up in her eyes and she hunched over in an attempt to hide her face as to not draw any attention to herself.
She didn't want to be her, she wanted to go home. So, with all the courage she could muster, she got up waved to her friends and left. The next morning she checked her phone, there were no texts. She had picked it up to try and apologize to Zoria and Koraki for leaving the night before but she knew they wouldn't listen. She felt silenced like no one could hear her.
if a tree falls when no one is around, would it even make a sound?
[311/600]

[Avisowl]

Mark
A deaf child who needs to find a way to come out too her boyfriend (highschool)

[SunnyStreets]

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ravenwhisper's wish
name
everett
gender
genderfluid
sexuality
asexual
word count
600/600

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the bell sounded for the end of recess. girls and boys hurried to the corresponding lines. but I dawdled. I had no corresponding line. I sighed. a teacher was counting the lines. soon she would notice me. I sulked in the shadows by the wall, holding my breath. I pressed against the rough stone of the school and I felt it scrape my back. I shut my eyes as she finished the girls' line and started on the boys' line. there were fewer boys in my class than girls. I opened one eye and saw her counting the last two boys. a weary look on her face, she walked over to me. head down, I followed her obediently to the boys' line. I shuffled to the side as she led the girls inside, creating my own line. I saw one of the boys in my class laugh, and his eyes flashed towards me. I knew what he was saying. it would be more about how I would never make any proper friends unless I would just be normal. they didn't understand. I was normal. and anyway, if they were talking about girlfriends, which I knew they did too, well, I just wasn't interested. who knows why, I just... wasn't. I stumbled after the other boys as the line moved inside. my feet dragged against the ground as I pushed open the door which they had so kindly slammed in my face. the teacher shooed me into the classroom, her face anxious and rushed. I sat down at my desk, wishing I didn't have to sit next to him. the worst boy of the lot. but the teacher thought we were friends. I closed my eyes for a minute and he elbowed me. he opened his mouth and miss campbell shot him a look. she pointed to the words on the blackboard. silent reading time. he grimaced and tore a page out of one of his workbooks. I gulped, wondering why he liked to mess up his books like that. did he want them to look tatty instead of neat like mine? he grabbed the chewed stub of a pencil and scribbled down some words on the paper. I read them as he wrote them. hey girl, got a boyfriend yet? I closed my eyes and swallowed a sob. the teacher must have seen me look distraught, for she walked over and looked at us. I rummaged in my desk, looking for my book, which I then noticed he had. miss campbell smiled kindly at me and slipped a bathroom pass into my hand. I rushed out of the room, tears rolling down my cheeks, and towards the staffroom. there was a disabled toilet there, but you needed a pass to be allowed in. if I were caught... but I couldn't go in the boys. I slipped inside and sat down. I sobbed for about two minutes, then dried my eyes with the tissue, and splashed my face with water. blowing my nose, I pushed open the door and - I stared at mister wilkins. he looked at me with a grim expression. he looked angry. I shrank against the wall, but he grabbed me. he marched me towards the detention room. more tears. when we entered the detention room, I opened my mouth but he shook his head. why wouldn't he listen? I sat on a chair as he wrote a note and gave it to a misbehaving pupil to take to miss campbell. he set me up writing lines: I must not go into...

[stan.]

IlluminatiConfirmed
Wisteria
Female
(600 words)

Idea: Soft spoken child that no one hears because they are too loud

Wrong statements, questions and announcements. Many lips moved at the same time, never in the same way.

[vivibelle.]

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Prompt: (1 art piece or 600 words)