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@Bandito

*their
also what

,,,idk who tf luna is??
am confused,,,

(lol theyre talking about their character in the post before yours)

@saor_illust school

(ohh, ic)
(so i am just dum)
(gotcha)

(also, the two arent related???)
(and i'm not sure what i wanted to happen to the mom but since they're clearly old enough, or at least to me it's clear, that they're old enough to live on their own, i'd assume their mom lives someplace else)

@saor_illust school

(oh, no)
(ella's sisters are all actually normal)
(normal people who live a normal life)

(aLSO)
(am in vvvv big drawing mood atm so i cant switch moods v fast at all, sooo)
(can't write up anything right now, sorry >_>)

@ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

The smiley face lollipop sat there, staring out of the bottom of the jar.
No one really knew where it had come from, who bought it, or even when.
Everyone agreed that it was old, with the yellowed plastic wrap around it, the thick layer of dust that obscured the sweet beneath no matter how much you tried to brush it away.
It was suspected father had bought it, but mother was the one who loved smiley faces, and father never bought her presents. Not after the flowers. Besides, mother didn't like sweets.
It was large, too, the size of father's fist and at least as thick as the counter top. That's why no one was allowed to eat it.
"Too much sugar," Mother said, drying off the dishes without even looking down at the questio. The dishwasher had broken, so mother had to do them.
"Too big for little kids like you," Father said, sitting in the chair and staring at the television. Father was gone every week to the big city to work, staying in hotels, so he rested when he got home.
So, the smiley face lollipop sat there, grinning out from the bottom of the jar.
It sat there for years, listening. Mother and father fought a lot, screaming in the living room, the door to the children's room always closed. The walls were too thin, though. There was no door for he kitchen, either, and the smiley face lollipop heard. It seemed to hear everything, and over time it's smile was less joyous, it was forced, depraved, evil. How could anything smile in this house?
Until one day, it dissapeared. No one knows were it went, but mother and father seemed to forget it existed at all.
The smiley face lollipop doesn't wait at the bottom of the jar, plotting with its smile anymore. No one knows were it is.
Perhaps it was a mistake, to let it escape.

Deleted user

A smile is traced upon their face
a stencil of wood and sharp sharp knives
A mannequin, a clown doll
The Stranger which stares back at you
you do not know it
but it has known you
Run little one
run before the smile gets etched into your own

@Bandito

@SwimwithGamers_On_RP_Purge that was so good wow i felt that that's going to one of my favorites from this thread
@Its-Free-Therapy thats good haha im in danger-

@itz_luna_eclipse15 fastfood

*their
also what

,,,idk who tf luna is??
am confused,,,

(lol theyre talking about their character in the post before yours)

luna is the creator of darkness also the eldest daughter of Lara the sister celestial solar is also a creator the creator of light she got jealous of luna because her mom wanted to make her the queen so celestial killed lara a few days after lunas wedding when luna went home she saw her sister covered in blood when she confronted her sister she admitted she killed there mother and showed no remorse making luna mad and they got into a big fight resulting in tia temporally blinding luna and escaping and re-starting a war that happened years ago only to be worse

@itz_luna_eclipse15 fastfood

(lol)
(i just wondered if her sister got put in prison or hanged or smth)
54: I've been waiting all my life!

in the elemental realm killimg a elder creator is punishable by death but since she got away they couldnt punish her

@ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

I liked it.

@SwimwithGamers_On_RP_Purge that was so good wow i felt that that's going to one of my favorites from this thread
@/Its-Free-Therapy thats good haha im in danger-

Thank you so much?? I didn't think it was very good when I posted it aha

@caps_all_the_time

I remember the blue shirt, a faded yellow circle graced with a few black scratches of night, faded to gray. I remember the boy who'd worn the shirt, baggy sleeves dangling and the hem tucked into his pants neatly; it had been such a long time since I'd seen him, such a long time since he truly lived.

I stand over the hospital bed, the constant blare of the machine to my left and the red line tracking my sorrow, my bittersweet happiness at his success. His cooling skin contrasts the serene expression gracing his face, my face. His closed eyes are still, and the throbbing, aching pain near his heart will never grow again; cancer, even, could not survive death.

The smile was finally real.

@furetakunai ac_unit

Ten: Why did you leave us?

(Warning: if this is bad, my excuse is that I wrote it while tired lolol.)

Haruki lied in bed and stared at a picture of Her. It stood on a nightstand in a frame, back leg supporting the full image. In the photo, she stared right back, a golden eye stabbing the eyes of all who dared glance at her, and a beautiful, intricate flower on the other eye, a reward to all eyes that dared to stare.

Haruki's eyes stuck onto every feature of her. Her short, jet black hair, the flat line that the space between her chapped lips made. Even the ruffles on her Brunswick-green blouse. One could say the way he stared was creepy. Well– at least, ones who didn't know why he stared. But the reason, even to him, was quite unclear. Regret, resentment, remorse– he could hardly tell the difference between any of the feelings. And after some time of staring, he dropped the contact he made with the photo.

He tossed to the side a bit, his back making full contact with the bed he lied upon. He stared at the ceiling, which he was completely able to do, with it being daytime. His eyes moved to all corners of the room while in thought, and once he caught all the corners, he just did it again. His mind pondered all sorts of things. The people he had hurt, friends who swore they'd never leave but did anyway, happy times in his childhood… and not so happy times too. He wondered whether he could even get out of bed to work that day, and if he could do it again and again, until the day he'd meet the back of his eyelids one last time. And have a conversation with them, forever. Words flew into his mind:

'Can you imagine just floating in the arms of anti-gravity, sleeping?'

He decided sharply, before his mind could wander any farther. The answer was yes, he could get out of bed. And with this decision, he sprung himself up and got ready for a day at work. He had told himself already that there was no possible way for it to be too dreadful. He worked in a community park. So the likelihood of some big disaster was slim. And with all this preparation, mental and physical, he walked out the door, sat in his car, and set off for work. Soon arriving to the scene.

Yet another day, the park remained unchanged. People walking the trails, some with their dogs, some with family, some alone, just taking in the nature. And on the topic of the nature, the trees looked strikingly close to the same as they did every spring. Almost as if the leaves they shed in the autumn floated back up to them, like a heaven in the world of nature. Though Haruki preferred to put it more simply, as 'heavenly nature'.

And as he approached for another day of work at the aforementioned place, he breathed it all in, and smiled. He thought to himself, 'Today is a good day,' and strolled in.

Some people smiled at him, treating him like a friendly face. And others smiled at him, treating him as a stranger, or some who they'd never wish to make the acquaintance of again. He took both in accordingly, with salt and pepper, and pushed on through his shift. Asking if people needed assistance or guidance.

He was helping a kind young woman with short black hair find her way back down the trail, when he heard a bark. A husky came barreling down the trail, yanking Haruki by the sleeve. The girl reached her hand out as if she wished to stop the dog, though she did not make chase.

Haruki struggled to keep up with the dog, backpedaling and hoping not to lose his footing. The dog, who was practically dragging him along, sped down the dirt path, whipping around corners, wagging its tail the whole way till it abruptly stopped. It spat out Haruki's sleeve and barked a few times, enough to convince the boy to turn and look at where the dog brought him.

It was a patch of flowers. White peonies, to be precise. Haruki walked up to the plants slowly, knelt down, and snapped the head off one. He held the head in his hand and stared at it. The petals were beautiful, and intricate. It made him feel almost as though he could stare forever.

His eyes stuck on to every feature of it. One could say the way he stared was creepy. At least, all who didn't know why. But the reason, to him, was quite clear. Regret, resentment, remorse– it was none of those things. It was relief. Relief that even though he never got a chance to say goodbye, or one more 'I love you', that She was somewhere where she was okay. He looked up the sky, a single tear falling, tapping on a petal of the flower like an innocent poke.

The dog barked once, loud and clear, and Haruki knew it wanted him to follow it back. That time, he followed the dog willingly, not desperately trailing behind on his heels. He soon arrived back to the girl. He offered her the flower, which she took with a great smile on her face. As originally intended, they walked back down the trail together, their path lit by a lemon-green sunlight through the leaves. Though, somehow, their bond was somewhat greater than when they initially met. Not too long ago.

The dog watched the two journey off, tail wagging, and wagging, slower and slower to a stop. Once the two were gone from sight, the dog stared for a moment, wanting to follow, before nevertheless heading back down the trail the other way.

It met the place where it led Haruki once again. It lied down, and curled up where the peonies stood. Two of their heads were missing.

@itz_luna_eclipse15 fastfood

Why did you leave us? why did you leave me? i-i can´t do this without you i-i can´t rule a whole kingdom you were supposed to be here… why didn't you call for help, why did she kill you?….. h-how could she kill you? you was our mother your MY mother i-i can't live knowing our not going to be here I cant live in a world without you mom I cant rule this kingdom without her I can't do t-this i…..can´t …….

@Althalosian-is-the-father book

Yet another day, the park remained unchanged. People walking the trails, some with their dogs, some with family, some alone, just taking in the nature. And on the topic of the nature, the trees looked strikingly close to the same as they did every spring. Almost as if the leaves they shed in the autumn floated back up to them, like a heaven in the world of nature. Though Haruki preferred to put it more simply, as 'heavenly nature'.

Some people smiled at him, treating him like a friendly face. And others smiled at him, treating him as a stranger, or some who they'd never wish to make the acquaintance of again. He took both in accordingly, with salt and pepper, and pushed on through his shift. Asking if people needed assistance or guidance.

Good.

@Bandito

(those are all epico!! great job everybody!!) (also i sincerely apologize for my lateness)
56: Everyone's a little crazy

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

56: Everyone's a little crazy

(I may be abt to create a story that I'll grow attached to but refuse to keep it just because I wanna go all out with this prompt in order to get my creative juices flowing again uwu. If you have any questions, so do I <3 i'm making this all up on the spot)

As he threw me flying backward into the air, a sudden wave of clouds surrounded the sky. Clouds never have a particular shape, this is a known fact, but somehow, they all seemed to face him. I couldn't tell if the impact against my back and the tree hurt worse than the shock of who it was that did this to me.
Through the sound of the cracking in my back, and me struggling to catch my breath as I curl my fingers in pain, I could still feel his eyes burning into me. I couldn't bring myself to return the glare. Regardless, as my coughing resides, I look up to see what he's become. Two long horns protruded from his forehead. His long hair flying in every direction as the wind dances. His eyes, once such a friendly and gentle brown, now glowing a furious red.
I swallow the lump in my throat as he approaches me. He wasn't walking, though.
"Yohan, this isn't you." I call out, not sure if the boy I'm talking to is the same one I grew up with. "What happened?"
"What the hell do you mean 'what happened'?!" He spits back, "YOU happened. Everything happened. I've had ENOUGH!" Not only do flames rise from behind him, but I can see a fire burning in his eyes as well. My heart sank inside my chest. He continues.
"I'm tired of you telling me what to do, how to act, what to say, it's so exhausting." He huffs as lightning reaches between the clouds.
"Yohan, you need to calm down!" I hold up a sad attempt at a reassuring hand as the faint sense of blood dripping down my back starts to resonate. I use my other hand to check the back of my head, and I feel something wet.
"There you go again," he chuckles, the thunder rolling in time with his voice. "Look at this, Nerezza. Don't you see how powerful I am? You have no control over me anymore."
A sickening smile spread across his face as he looks down at me.
"But I'll grant you a limited time offer. Join me and we'll work together. We'll use this power to get whatever we want. We can rule entire countries."
Hearing him talk, I finally allowed the tears to start streaming down my face. I manage to stand up as I look at the boy. Closing my eyes, I shake my head.
"I can't accept that. You're crazy, Yohan."
His smile drops as he huffs out a disappointed sigh. Crossing his arms, he closes his eyes.
"Everyone's a little crazy, I've just finally embraced it. You should too, sis. It's good for the skin."
"You can't just take over the world like that. It's not r-"
He furrows his brow as the sky grows darker, lightning striking the ground, and his eyes glowing deeper.
"This is my final mercy. Take it or die trying to stop me."
I look to the ground, inhaling deeply as I feel the frustration, the conflict, the hesitation, everything rising up inside me.
"You've brought this on yourself, Yohan."
I don't bother to wait for his confused response as I allow the power inside me to finally come out, after several long years.

(Update i'm attached:/ now i wanna draw the two characters)

@itz_luna_eclipse15 fastfood

she laughed as she swags her scythe at her sister
¨YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD HELP ME!! ¨ you brought this on yourself now…YOU WILL PAY!!!"
she took her scythe and threw at her sister and hit her in the arm
¨gah!!! I'm sorry I never meant to hurt her please have mercy!!!¨
her eyes were filled with tears and fear as her sister approached her
¨and why would I spare your life again?¨
because if you kill me the kingdom will think your crazy¨
luna chuckled at the response
¨oh dear don't you know? everyone's a little crazy¨
she raised her scythe
¨say hi to dad for me, will you?¨
¨NO!!!!¨
Luna took her scythe and stuck at tia throat violently she was covered in blood from her sister's neck

@saor_illust school

(those are all epico!! great job everybody!!) (also i sincerely apologize for my lateness)
56: Everyone's a little crazy

(tw for suicide and death)

"Mom! Won't you fucking listen to me? There's something wrong with me, and I don't fucking know what it is! I need help, so why won't you help me? I'm so broken, I don't know how to put myself back together…"

Kiara, the young 17-year old female cried out for help once more, only for her pleas of help to be dismissed.

"Honey, everyone's a little crazy, alright? You're just fine. Besides, I was broken when I was young too. You'll piece yourself back together, just give it time," her mother replied, not batting an eye. Reality was, she never pieced herself back together, she just shoved her trauma deep into herself, far away where she would hopefully never see them again.

Busy trying to make sure her trauma stayed locked away where she hoped they'd stay forever and never see the light of day again, Kiara's mother didn't respond and focused all her attention on chopping the tomatoes in front of her.

I'll be 18 soon, I'll be 18 soon. Just gotta hang on for a few more months, okay, Kiara? Kiara whispered the words to herself in a desperate attempt to comfort herself. But she knew she wasn't okay. She knew there was something wrong, and she needed help. And above all, she wasn't sure she could last it to the end of the year. It was February 6th, and there was still ten more months left in the year. If she couldn't convince her mother to let her learn how to drive when she turned 18, she was doomed.

Her mother had promised to let her learn how to drive when she turned 18, but she was also famous for going back on her word all the time.