Flowers of your pain

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Since birth, flowers grow where your soulmate is injured. They wither and fall off when the injury is healed .

Markus was sorry for whoever his soulmate must be. He had gotten hurt a lot when he was younger, being bullied a lot. What was worse though, was when he started to lose his sight. He had no idea if his soulmate would have flowers on their face because of that or not. It was an illness technically, and not an injury, but he wondered.

When he lived with his older brother, everything was okay for a while, mostly. It was when he lived alone that it got bad. Both of his depression he might have, but also because he got into relationships that were very bad for him. Leaving him with bruises and cuts, and he was sure his soulmate was either worried about him, or annoyed by the many flowers all the time.

He couldn’t stop the cuts on his arms no matter what, feeling deserving of pain. At least he lived alone again, and stayed at home most of the time.

The growing flowers had started when Daniel was just 9 years old. He didn’t know anything about soulmates at that time and it scared the hell out of him at that time.

When he grew older and knew about the soulmate thing, he actually started to get worried about the person who got hurt quite a lot. It was strange but somehow he started liking seeing the flowers blossom on his skin, even though it meant that his soulmate got hurt again.

It reminded him that there was indeed someone who was supposed to be with him out there, and maybe he would meet this person one day and would stop him from getting hurt.

Daniel was currently out in the park, watching the ducks swimming in the lake nearby when he saw another few flowers grow on his wrists. He sighed and traced the little petal on his skin. “Don’t hurt yourself, your worth living.” He mumbled.

Markus was curled up in his bed, clutching a pillow close to himself. He didn’t much care about the blood staining it, his arms both hurting from previous wounds, and the few new ones. He was crying, sobbing into his pillow, wishing he were dead. He knew he couldn’t, he had a soulmate out there who was still possibly going to be nice and caring. He still had his brother, and he knew he loved him. It didn’t mean he didn’t wish for it anyways.

He calmed down after a while, staying where he was. He knew his soulmate would know he hurt himself. If only because of the placement of the flowers, but also their colour. He was pretty sure the colours were different dependent on how the injury happened.

Draw on me

“Arthur, help..”, Markus whined softly, looking towards his brother as best as possible. He couldn’t write well at all with his right hand!
“Fine fine. I’m already writing with my soulmate anyways.”, Arthur said and sighed. “She asks what you’re doing.”.

“Can you write I was just doodling?”. Arthur hummed, nodding.
“He was drawing on your right arm, if you didn’t see.”, he wrote, his handwriting a pretty calligraphy.

Flowers of your pain

@dxrkmirxge

Since birth, flowers grow where your soulmate is injured. They wither and fall off when the injury is healed .

Markus was sorry for whoever his soulmate must be. He had gotten hurt a lot when he was younger, being bullied a lot. What was worse though, was when he started to lose his sight. He had no idea if his soulmate would have flowers on their face because of that or not. It was an illness technically, and not an injury, but he wondered.

When he lived with his older brother, everything was okay for a while, mostly. It was when he lived alone that it got bad. Both of his depression he might have, but also because he got into relationships that were very bad for him. Leaving him with bruises and cuts, and he was sure his soulmate was either worried about him, or annoyed by the many flowers all the time.

He couldn’t stop the cuts on his arms no matter what, feeling deserving of pain. At least he lived alone again, and stayed at home most of the time.

Draw on me

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Arthur softly read what Agnes wrote to Markus.
“I can’t answer her. It’s going to be censored.”, Markus mumbled. Maybe he could at least write the country? He hoped so. So he carefully wrote “America” onto his hand.

“I think she wants to find you.”, Arthur hummed. He wouldn’t know how they could find each other though -pretty much everything got censored that made it easy to find them.

“She’s gone.”, Arthur told Markus, who hummed in return. He had never really written with her before. When he had started learning writing he had had a lot of fun writing on his arms, but it, like his drawings, had stopped some time.

“Better wash my hand.”, Markus said softly and stood up. He managed to walk around Arthur’s cabin on his own easily. He hoped she wouldn’t mind if he washed his messages off, even if he didn’t really mind them either.

After she was free again, Agnes got up and washed her hand as well. She washed the drawing off her arm, then drew on a small reminder that everything was going to be okay.

Then, she wrote on her hand again. “Are you there?” She hoped he was, or had someone around that would tell him that she wrote him.

Markus spend his time curled up against Arthur again, feeling so so. Being close to Arthur was the only good thing for him at the moment, and he sought out human contact to feel better. And Arthur was there to make sure Markus would be alright.

Markus did absentmindedly doodle on his hand and arm though, Slowly drawing with the black marker, random lines and patterns. It wasn’t the prettiest, many things overlapping, but they covered the entire back of his hand, his wrist -tracing some of his thickest scars there- and up his arm slowly.

Neither of them noticed Agnes writing until almost an hour later. And mostly only because Arthur’s soulmate decided to pick up contact, making him stop his writing. He had to write with his weak hand -the right one- to write a wonky “sorry” onto his left hand. Being left handed meant he had drawn on his right hand of course.

Open starter

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Neko AU ~

He was being taken away. A blanket had been put around him, and someone nice talked to him. A police officer. The woman spoke softly to Host, telling him that he was safe, they were saving him and taking him away to some place better than here.

His owner was being arrested for several things; owning and spreading child and neko pornography -mostly neko though. Host had been his latest victim, having bought him when he was still young, raising him to be his sex toy.

Host didn’t understand when the woman gently picked him up, and told him it was all over. He was aware for what he had been used, and that a variety of people knew about him from pictures and videos, that someone would maybe go search for him to own him.

But being told he was safe, and that what had happened to him would stop? It sounded like a dream to Host, and he trusted the police woman.

He ended up in an adoption center for rescues like him, where a few nekos were, but also other normal animals.

Little Sapling

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“Mh.”, Elvin nodded lightly. Things he had never heard about! He carefully tore off some bread and tried it on its own, humming softly. It was interesting, and he liked that!

“I like new things.”, he hummed with a smile. He was most curious about the fruits, taking a grape and trying it. He took the orange, curiously looking it over.
“Your supposed to do something with it first before eating, right?”, he asked. He didn’t know about peeling things, but the skin of the orange didn’t feel like you should eat it.

Elvin curiously looked at his own orange again, carefully pulling out a segment. Huh! This was really interesting. He curiously bit into it, making a face at the taste.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t really like it.”, he said, looking a bit apologetic over to Nox.

Draw on me

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Arthur softly read what Agnes wrote to Markus.
“I can’t answer her. It’s going to be censored.”, Markus mumbled. Maybe he could at least write the country? He hoped so. So he carefully wrote “America” onto his hand.

“I think she wants to find you.”, Arthur hummed. He wouldn’t know how they could find each other though -pretty much everything got censored that made it easy to find them.

“She’s gone.”, Arthur told Markus, who hummed in return. He had never really written with her before. When he had started learning writing he had had a lot of fun writing on his arms, but it, like his drawings, had stopped some time.

“Better wash my hand.”, Markus said softly and stood up. He managed to walk around Arthur’s cabin on his own easily. He hoped she wouldn’t mind if he washed his messages off, even if he didn’t really mind them either.

Down with the forest

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Open starter ~ Forest Deity AU ~

People had found his forest. People from outside the villages, who ignored their protests. This forest was going to be cut down.

The animals all tried to resist, but they were just shot and hunted down, until none tried anymore. Until Elvin send them away. He wasn’t able to do anything, as each chop against a tree send a sharp stab of pain through him.

He was crying and screaming in pain as trees were cut down, and besides a few animals, and some birds, no one was there with him anymore. He was in so much pain he couldn’t move anymore. He laid on the ground by the lake, at his tree, and he was in so much pain constantly. Even when they stopped for a while.

And then they came to the lake. The magical charm protecting it didn’t work anymore as they all cut down the trees, and the animals left.
He tried to beg them, plead with them to just let his tree stand. But he was just held back, called a freak, and they chopped into his tree.

It bled, and Elvin screamed in agony as his very being was damaged.

Forest fire

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Open starter ~ Forest Deity AU ~

A group of teens had been camping in the forest. They hadn’t been careful when putting out their fire though, and overnight, scattered leafs and twigs had caught fire, even the grass had caught fire. Since it had been rather dry the past couple of days, the fire flared up quickly and high, and was soon raging through the entire forest.

Elvin was screaming and sobbing in pain, as he felt like he was being burned alive as well. It hurt, it hurt extremely, and there was nothing he could do. He was just lucky that the surrounding villages were quick to act, and trying to put out the fire.

A hateful kingdom

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Open starter ~ Royalty AU ~

Markus and his twin Arthur had been born as royalty. But, neither of them knew why, they had been separated at birth -Arthur growing up as a prince, and Markus as a servant, in separate kingdoms.
It wasn’t until Arthur’s parents were killed, that Markus entered the kingdom again, with the task to be a servant at the castle. Now that the king and queen were dead, Arthur would be king, and would need more help in the castle.

When they first met each other after nineteen years, they instantly recognized each other. The same golden eyes, the same build. They looked identical to each other, except that Markus’ hair was longer and in a small ponytail, unlike Arthur’s short hair.

Markus became Arthur’s personal servant, and he was content with that. He didn’t seek out the life of royalty, and was happy serving his brother. What he soon realized though, was what an unkind man his brother was. It was no wonder the people of the kingdom weren’t taking a liking to Arthur.

It was when Arthur had someone be murdered -a young man, who had been partner’s with a young maiden to which Arthur took a “liking”- that the people decided to overthrow Arthur and have him be killed.

Arthur and Markus had little time to think about what was going to happen and how to get out of this mess alive. And Markus -kind, loving, and forgiving Markus- did something Arthur would’ve never thought he’d do.
“Please, take my clothes; trust me. Change into them and flee, as quickly as you can. We’re twins, and I’ll protect you. No one will notice what happened here.”.
And Markus gave Arthur his clothes, and Author gave him his. Markus cut off his hair, and the two were indistinguishable.

Arthur fled the castle, while the folk stormed the castle, fully believing who they found was Arthur, and not caring about the fled servant, Markus.

So Markus was locked into the dungeons, and he hoped his brother made it away alive. He didn’t want to die, but he had to protect his brother. What else could he have done?

It wasn’t many days later, and Markus was going to be executed. A mass of people had gathered to watch the corrupt and evil king be beheaded. And Markus was terrified.