My Contest is now OPEN! [EDIT][EDIT3]: Added a new character! So that you can have more choices! > v <My Contest is now OPEN! [EDIT] by PsychopathLuxray
[EDIT2]: DEADLINE IS CHANGED TO JANUARY 31ST.
Hello, my cuddly plushies!
Do you remember my contest? That I was gathering an inscription term?
Well... I decided to open the Contest already, because there are some participants who have already submitted their entries, and I feel like there wouldn't be enough participants by the end of October, so...
The contest is finally OPEN!
Everyone who had inscribed can submit their entries already, and if you hadn't inscribed before, don't worry! You can still participate! n v n
Let's explain the basis, shall we?
She's an artistShe's an artist.She's an artist by Fameisdead
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
How to Make Friends with an IntrovertHow to make friends with an introvert.How to Make Friends with an Introvert by Fameisdead
Please know that even though it is quiet.
Even if you don't like it.
Or you might think I am mad,
There's no need to feel bad.
You don't have to fill the silence
With pointless conversations.
Used as space fillers.
Where the words hang ominously in the air,
Expecting a response in return,
Sometimes we yearn
For a person who can enjoy the quiet times.
And know the just because not a single word was shared.
It was not the kind of silence that made you squirm,
But the occupied kind,
That we could share together.
That I can't go for hours
Surrounded by people,
Always having to come up with words for conversation.
I know it sounds silly,
But things like that party
You want to drag me out to.
Wear me out rather quickly.
Not that I don't appreciate your offer,
But it's just something that's sort of a bother
Verbalized words often times fail me.
Maybe that's why I don't do so good socially.
I trip over my tongue,
Where as s