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This girl has a twist... She is split directly down the middle! An angel and a devil? Good and evil?

To win this girl tell me if having two polar opposite sides effects her in any way.
MAX word count is 500. You are allowed 1 extra, either one art piece or 300 words. The extra words CANNOT extend the prompt.

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[DigitalLinx]

Username: JinxedStudios
Name: Allope (Means child of two spirits)
Gender: Heifer
Prompt: Having two completely different sides (literally) does have some side effects. For one, Allope could say something really mean or rude, then forget about it, it really depends on which side of her brain is in control. If her positive side is in control, she is quite a sweet gal. But if the negative side is in control, she can be very hurtful towards others. Another side effect is that Allope often talks to herself, but not like thinking out loud. Allope will have full-blown conversations or arguments with herself. It creeps a lot of cows and bulls out, but sometimes the conversations are so strange they're are kinda funny. The last side effect is that Allope has a very difficult time making decisions. One side of her wants to do something while the other wants something else. It is rare that they'll agree with each other so Allope spends most of her time doodling to keep the two at bay. (Yes Allope has her own personality but it's often overshadowed by the other two personalities.
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Edit: I just realized when this was posted, I have no words for how I feel right now... :\
Will mark tho

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Mark omg

[drift.]

Username: drift.
Name: Samael
Gender: heifer [she/her]
Prompt:
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[paopu]

Username: paopu
Name: Eden
Gender: what's gender?? any pronouns are good with this kiddo
Prompt:
Honestly? No. At least not at this point of their life. Anyone who gets too caught up about what they look like ain't worth their time anyway. Sure when they were younger, maybe it was a point of contention. And yeah, maybe it took time to be totally comfortable with their body. But, that was the key in the end, wasn't it? Time. Or perhaps age. With a touch of hard work on the side. Being confident with who they are makes most strange looks fade away pretty quickly, as annoying as they may be. Joking about it themselves only made them fade even faster - although admittedly it took them longer than they'd like to admit that turning it into a joke had it's own problems. It wasn't until their were well into adulthood that they realized doing that just welcomed the criticism. And that, deep down, they had been conditioned to accept that they were the odd one out. So, they started to really look at themselves. Were they really that weird looking? Sure, they had a lot of different colors, but there were plenty of animals out there that could be born with chimeraism. It was actually pretty common in cats or fish, so who was to say that it was odd to show up in cows? Besides, if you looked at one side as a whole, they were rather pretty. The softer rose touched side and the darker, but powerful red of it's partner each had their own sort of charm. And, well, it wasn't that odd to see them together was it? Opposites did attract after all. They almost complicated each other just as much as they contradicted each other. Eden started to love it. They stopped joking. They stopped catering to what made other people comfortable and demanding to be treated like any other person. Not that it had been totally smooth sailing. They still get looks every once and awhile. They still get a soft whisper, for better or worse, about their uniqueness. But, they find, the more they start to love who they are, the less they care. And, the most they love who they are, the easier it is for those around them to follow suit.
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If you don't think they have convinced someone they didn't like that they were part of some tragic experiment gone wrong and that they'd been in a - quote - "Frankenstein situation" then you'd be incorrect.

[Knickknacks]

Username: Knickknacks
Name: Athens
Gender: Heifer
Prompt:

I'd like to say I've never felt insecure about my appearance. That's just the dream, isn't it? To be secure in your own skin, no matter what others say or how they look at you. And for others to not care either, to

But of course, things are never that straightforward, are they?

It's funny, how different first meetings with others can be, depending on which side they see me from first. I've had cows come up to me on my light side, all smiles and soft greetings, and then flinch slightly, almost imperceptibly, when I turn to face them head on and they see my other side, the dark coloring, that slit pupil. I do look a bit scary from that side, I will admit- but that doesn't chase away the little sting I feel when others shy away upon seeing it.

Opposite of that, sometime I've had other skulk nervously around me at my dark side, nervously venturing to say hi and then looking relieved when I turn and they can see my light side, my blue eye. Realizing that yeah, I look a bit scary on this side, but there's more to it than that. There's more to me.

I'm not saying I'm nice all the time, and that I'm just tragically misunderstood. I know I can be a handful to deal with at times- when I was young I was a fairly calm child, save for every so often, when I would get worked up and have a tantrum to end all tantrums. As an adult, I still do manage to stay calm much of the time- but when I get angry, I get angry. Really, really angry. One of my roommates, Delphi, likened me to the ocean in how volatile I can be- calm one moment, and ragingly stormy the next. I suppose everyone has their ups and downs, but it's hard not to feel sometimes like my personality has come to reflect my appearance- dual-sided and sharply contrasting.

But then... there are times when I almost forget my appearance. There are those times when I sit with my friends, who know me and love me beyond my outward looks, and I almost forget because nobody seems to mind- nobody calls attention to it. One other instance sticks in my mind- when I was out for a walk one day, and I passed by a mother and her calf. I heard the little calf whisper to his mother as I passed- "wow! Mama, she's so pretty! I've never seen anyone who looked like her before!"

That memory never fails to make me smile. Kids don't filter their words the same way adults do, and sometimes that leads to bluntness- but the fact that this kid's first thought was to call be pretty? That's heartwarming to me.

I was facing them on my dark side, too. And still- the kid called me beautiful. And his mother smiled, and agreed with him.

[495 words]

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fhdgghs I can't believe I hadn't marked yett

[BiscuitTheDog]

Username: BiscuitTheDog
Name: Nilla
Gender: heifer
Prompt:
It didn't affect her much.
Nilla was raised as an only child by her mother and father. She wasn't treated any different from the average calf. Nilla herself didn’t sense anything different. She was just...
Her.
Her parents loved her with the love of any other loving parent.
Nilla was a playful child. She played with other calves with such spirit and passion, her parents couldn’t help but smile.
But Nilla sensed something. Something she’d never sensed before.
Fear. From her playmates. Why?
Because sometimes, the other side, the dark, red, slit-eyed side, took over. Nilla refers to it now as “The Controlling.”
When her other half took over complete control over Nilla’s body, she became, hmm, not toxic, mean, or evil.
Just rougher. Tougher, scarier somewhat. This occurrence became so well-known between the calf of the playground that they feared her. They dreaded their time on the grounds, knowing that she would come and make them throw rocks at eachother.
Her parents had seen this happen, but what good would it do to keep a perfectly fine child indoors all the time? They took her out, still.
Her other side took control of her, still.
You see, when Nilla’s ‘bad’ side took control, her ‘good’ side couldn’t do anything. That part of her had no say on what she could do. Both halves of her were controlled either by the good or bad side.
Nilla herself dreaded The Controlling. It started as a tingle in her hooves, a shiver down her spine. The bristling of her switch, the blurriness of her eyes. She tried to stop it, but things like these cannot be stopped.
It happened everyday. She still went to the playground everyday.
But one day, the other calves stopped coming.
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“Mother.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Where are the other kids?”
Nilla’s mother looked down at her with smiling eyes, but behind them, Nilla saw sorrow, masked by another coat of happy.
“Could you please stop smiling?” Nilla asked, a tremor in her voice.
Nilla’s mother still smiled. “Why, dear? I must smile. I love you.”
Nilla growled deep in her throat. “You only smile because you pity me. I want to wipe that smile right off your face.”
“A mother’s love for her daughter never dies, dear.”
“I know I’m different.”
A pause.
“And I don’t need your pity.”
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Nilla punched her mother that day, out of spite.
She wasn’t controlled.
She was angry.
Anger seethed inside of her. She was deemed dangerous.
Nilla locked herself in her room. Pushed everything in her room in front of the door. Everyday, she transformed. Everyday was a nightmare.
“Please...” One day she sobbed, curled next to the massive pile of stuff against the door to her room.
“Save me from this suffering.” She whispered.
Her dad heard it all, and he cried.
So I guess her life was affected.
Affected much more than one could imagine.
(487 words)
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[mtuan,]

Username:

mtuan,
Name:

Atari
Gender:

heifer
Prompt:

Standing in the mirror, the two sides are obvious. A hand reaches up to comb through her unkempt, rough looking hair, the dark makeup hanging on her face like a shadow or the devil consuming her. She wore pitch black eyeliner, winged, sharper than a knife, and dark lips, so dark that they stood out starkly against her natural skin tone. It was 'edgy', it was grunge; and if she were to pick out something to go alone with it, it'd definitely involve chains and straps, maybe a red/black plaid skirt and some lacy top. Something flashy- eye-catching, surely to turn the heads of others when she walked down the street in what the demons could deem as 'fashion'.

And yet, on the other side of her face, she was light- almost fairy like, pale and rosy. Her hair had been tamed, dyed a pale pink, and hanging past her shoulders sleek and classy. Her eyeliner was light, lips a nude-peachy tone and a light blush hung across her cheekbones. And as if an angel had graced her presence, she had drawn on some flowers, by the corner of her eye, down the expanse of her dainty lil' cheek. On this half, her outfit would've sported the same sort of pastel colors her makeup would, floral and pleated. It'd sport a pink/white plaid this time, coming down to her mid thigh and some oversized white sweater to half tuck into her waist. Angelic. Pure.

Although both faces were very different in stylistic choice and vibe, they represented Atari in every facet of herself. To Atari, it was unique, it was advantageous, and she loved every second of her ability to and fro without much hassle. Having two sides meant she could have two unique, opposite-spectrum'd occupations. Simply put, she embraced every second of having polar opposites like the angel and devil sitting upon her shoulders.

Because you see, by day, this young lady was a preschool teacher, busy running around to assist the youngsters, holding up the lil' abc books to read allowed; she needed her 'angelic' side to aid her in her career choice. It soothed the children and brought them peace to trace the little floral pattern on her face and took in the way her skin seemed to glow in a pinkish light.

But by night, Atari was a professional hula performer, where the dark and mysterious allure of her polar opposite brought her the ability to perform in the dark, to fluster others, and to work in an environment so different from her 'day' occupation. From the glimmer of her chains, to the rough visage of her exterior, her performance brought people to her, and as a result, a living for her.

So yes, although she held very polar opposite styles, she took advantage of the situation to make something of herself. It only affected her positively. [483 words]

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(ft. Abby)

Loud music booms through the arena, it's Abby's first time out here tonight. From the country to the city, the girl has heard all of the rumors about the nightclubs around here, how the parties never seemed to die, even as night waned. Glancing at her phone, she notes that it's approximately 2 am now. But everyone seemed as if they were excited- or expectant- for something to happen and the young woman wondered for what- what in the world could be going on so late into the night?

But the lights turned off, the crowd goes silent, and then a myriad of colored lasers flash on and off, and the crowd immediately begins screaming and yelling. It causes Abby to flinch in fright, her eyes wide and hands automatically flying up to cover her ears from the unbearable noise.

But the stage catches her attention when the platform raises. She can't see exactly who the shadowy silhouette was, however, she could make out that of a girl, with her boots up to the knee and a hula hoop in her grasp. The performer- Atari, stands still, before the beat drops and a bolt of energy circulates the entire arena with Atari's glowing hoop mesmerizing the crowd with her graceful movement. So this was what everyone has been talking about. Abby thinks to herself.

...It's kinda amazing... she's amazing.

[231 words]

[sprig]

Username:

mtuan,
Name:

Atari
Gender:

heifer

Prompt:
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Apologies for the wait - but I couldn't get past this! I loved your prompt - congrats!

Along with this I will be giving a runner up to Paopu, I loved your prompt as well !