[jaques]

username;; wren
kalon name;; Jaspers
kalon gender;; agender
a song they might fall asleep too;; The ceiling fan by the ceiling fan. Music makes them feel more active. This is more due to their brains chemical reaction to it but they think it 'disturbs their sleep flow."
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;; typically when Jasp can't sleep, they generally just cover they eyes gentle with something and blink until their eyes get tired. Usually it works pretty well. Otherwise they'll stare at their ceiling fan and try and see if they can track how many times its spun in a circle.

[hypnowave]

possible reserve

[father]

SLAMS A RES DOWN THIS PALETTE MAKES ME WEAK

[snubbulls]

res

[Chippitty]

♣Username:
Hello! Call me Lyrics!
♣Name:
Metanoia or Nia. It means to change
because of a meaningful event.
♣Gender:
female
♣Song they can fall asleep to:
Lost boy- Ruth B

ƝєνєяƖαηɗ ιѕ нσмє тσ
Ɩσѕт вσуѕ Ɩιкє мє

The past is a part of you, you can't change that. It made you who you are today, changed you from before and will make you great tomorrow.

Nia was sound asleep. Her side rising and falling as the calm air surrounds her. Her whiskers twitch, then her ears flinch. She moves her paw slightly, as if to signal herself. Suddenly, her eyes flash open. She breathes heavily and places a paw on her head. Her heart races and her eyes dart around the room. Everything's in order, no earthquake and no burglar. So why wake up all of the sudden?

She sits on her bed and looks up at her ceiling. Silly. A bunch of glow-in-the-dark stars that she had as a kit but never used until now. She could nearly touch them. They were her guide around the house. She has a lot. She has a very hard time with her vision, with cataracts and such. She also often gets extreme halos sometimes. So simple glow-in-the dark lights do help.

She stood up and went to the kitchen for some water. Something was... Wrong..
There was a reason she couldn't sleep. She needed to do something, she just can't put her whisker on it. Of course! How could she forget?! It's what her mother taught her when she was a young kit!

long ago, before there were cities, roads, power plants and computers, there was a home. A home where you may be at peace with your true self and with everything around you. No sadness, no pain. Just peace. Peace was a culture. Peace was their life and home. It was a big part of them. And they of it..

She quickly went to the closet to get her emergency bag. Dear, she hasn't done this in years! She was getting excited! She grabbed the bag and reached for the flashlight with a whistle. She drank what was left of her water and sped out of the door.

This.... They, actually, loved eachother. Looked out for each other. Whatever evil there was they would sacrifice everything to fight. They were part of peace... But they were also warriors. Who fought evil and injustice. They promoted peace and joy, because everyone and everything deserves it. Legends say they were the fiercest, the most gruesome and the bravest. But those legends are wrong. They are none of those things. No one is truly brave. Or fierce. Or gruesome. But they were warriors who never gave up.

Nia smiled widely, the bag attached to her waist and the flashlight was turned on. Branches were everywhere. Hitting her in the face. Luckily she didn't get any wounds. Her run became a walk. The memory... The stories. When did she last feel this excited? She kept on walking, with the full moon telling her to go. To become part of everything.

Their culture lived for generations. They needed no arguments. No fights. But they had fights. It was inevitable. They stood their ground. Paw in paw, they cried out their battle cry. The cry was fully made of passion. If you could feel how they felt you wouldn't be ablse to describe it. Like immense lightning striking twice? Like the salmon swimming against the raging river? Or a storm traveling along with the wind? Possibly, but their battle cry was the start of their show.

Nia came to a halt. Her paws weren't even tired, she was too happy. The pitter-patter of droplets can be heard, as can the sweet symphony of the night wind. She breathed in the scent of water. A river! She loved it. She sat down on the river bank and kept her flashlight on. The current of the water was like a lullaby. She took out a lot of materials. Rice paper, glue, cotton and some other unusual materials. But no one was there but her and the fish that swam.

Who are they? A tribe, to put it simply. A tribe which believes in loyalty and love. Passion and kindness. No rage. No anger. No negativity. That's what they lived by. But as every good thing, an end must arise. The tribe grew apart. Like paper in water. They became weak. Fragile. Did they want to break apart? Now, who would? But alas, nothing could be done. No.. Nothing was done. And that was their downfall.

Nia was done. Twenty.. There were twenty crafts in front of her. She smiled proudly at herself. But one thing was missing. Oh yes! That! She reached into her bag and brought out some paint. She took her brush and chose the same color as the shadows; jet black. Fireflies danced as she painted. Keeping intense focus. Making sure not to ruin anything.

Their legacy was never forgotten. Though they became distant, they were still one. So in order for that to happen, they had to tell. Some in stories, art or music. But one way to tell were the incredible markings. Only those that descended from the tribe could have those markings. They were beatiful. Each had a meaning. It took a lot to get rid of those markings, but why be ashamed?

She swiped off the paint from her paws. In front of her were twenty lanterns. 10 for floating on the river and 10 for the air. Her mother told her that twenty is a good number. It tells that there needs to be a balance. The sky is where your dreams are. You need dreams and goals, they're important to be who you are. But if you go too far, you might pass your dream. The river leads you to the ocean. To a bigger success. But too much gets in your head. The pressure of the deep sea is dangerous, too dangerous.

The one thing that made the lanterns stand out were the markings on them. They wre enchanting. Beautiful yet mysterious. They looked a lot like Metanoia's. She started to whisper a bit. She was reminding herself what the markings meant.

♣The swirls... Life is a cycle. Downfalls and triumphs. Everyone is part of something bigger. Bigger than themselves.

♣Droplets.. Rain.. Rain is harsh, cold, loud with thunder. But it makes you grow into something better than you can imagine.

♣Dust... Nothing in life is worthless. Even if it is small, ypu don't what can happen and what you can learn.

♣Color blue... Ice. Resiliant to the harshness. The pain and the hurt. Become strong, but never for evil purposes.

She tappend her paw. That's all she could remember. She took a deep breath and lit each lantern and set them free. To the sky and to the sea. It was said that when you can't sleep, make lanterns. Lanterns glow brightly so that when the stars don't want to reach you, you make your own... And so that the past may remind you of the brightness ahead.

αηɗ Ɩσѕт вσуѕ Ɩιкє мє αяє fяєє

[Captain Chomp]

Name; Jaxx
Gender; Male
Song; Jet Lag- Simple Plan ft. Natasha Bedingfield

Story;
In what had seemed like several hours to Jaxx, half an hour was all that had trickled by since the young Kalon had shut down his computer and climbed into his bed. A cool night time breeze drifted in from the cracked bedroom window and a melody of crickets crept inside from the field across the yard. A heavy sigh passed through his lips as Jaxx rolled onto his side, curling tighter into his pokemon comforter, the image of charizard distorted in the folds of it. Didn't matter the temperature or time of year, Jaxx always seemed cold, not to others, but to himself. Shifting several more times he found himself sitting, propped up against a mound of his pillows, the comforter tucked around his waist. Throughout the entire day he'd felt worn down, like his feet were dragging with every step, yet now the sleep he'd been looking forward to had yet to come and still seemed miles away. Leaning back, Jaxx folded his hands over his chest and stared up at his ceiling, smiling sweetly at the glow stars he'd put up there when he first moved in to make him feel more are home. "I'm still such a child and I'm twenty-four...No wonder my parents were afraid of me living in their house still, look at me," Jaxx rambled to himself reminiscing in memories of his childhood home.

"Eh...Seeing as I can't sleep, maybe I could do a midnight vlog to my fans out there, the whole three of them," Jaxx said bringing the back of his hand to come over his mouth as he yawned, crawling out of bed and collapsing back into his swivel computer chair. Searching in the dark, his hand finally found the small chain to his desk top lamp, giving a gentle, yet firm tug and illuminating the small area in which he had a set up for shooting videos for his YouTube channel. "Whatcha say Gibson? Wanna join me for a video?" He asked turning in the chair grabbing a stuffed gecko from the back of the chair and setting him around his neck as he pressed the faintly glowing power button to his computer.

He glanced outside where the moon had been covered by wispy clouds, turning the sky dark. Once the light from radiating from the screen caught his attention Jaxx sprouted a smile. "I wonder if ma will catch this one, it's about early morning where she is," he said adjusting Gibson's spot on his neck before pulling up the programs needed for his late night vlog for his fans. It had become a normal occurrence for when he simply just couldn't sleep.

Giving himself a countdown on three fingers, Jaxx gave a sleepy smile to the now recording camera, the red dot in the upper left corner cuing him. "Can't sleep so you know what that means my knucklebones," he chuckled using his own ability to move to make Gibson wave to the camera. "Late night vlog and to be about a quarter percent honest with you, I have no idea what I should talk about. See this is why I don't know why I even have followers, pretty sure y'all my family just made multiple accounts and subbed to make me feel special," he cracked a loud laugh and rocked back in his chair.

It lasted for several seconds a blinking red dot and silence before Jaxx continued. "I know how about I go on and talk about my top five favorite Pokemon? Y'all know dears how much I love this stuff, but not some random list how about I give it a twist, my five most hated Pokemon and name a single thing I love about them," Jaxx declared leaning back to make a motion to the Charizard on his comforter as he said Pokemon.

Another short pause of silence took the vlog over as he dug out a sticker covered notebook and draped a small handmade throw over his shoulders. "First to start of my list is Mega Mewtwo Y I guess I love that arch on his head, it's got to make it super easy to transport, pick up and carry just like lu-" he broke off through a yawn, "ggage"

He closed his eyes briefly before continuing, moving onto Emolga's big black eyes, the way Stantler's horns appear to make large eyes as if when in the bushes to scare off attackers, then to his second most hated Pokemon Chatot and how the only thing he liked was the music note shaped head, saying it would be much better if they made the head change to different music notes. Each Pokemon Jaxx went through he grew closer to sleep, eventually mumbling and rambling every so often. "Oh the lastly Rotom, man do I hate this fellow so dang much, I think the only thing I can like is he can turn into a fridge, store food, only useful thing about 'em," Jaxx said giving a light chuckle, "Well night knucklebones, thanks for watching, peace out love y'all," he said giving a tiny one finger salute before stopping the video and editing it fairly quickly, knowing it would turn out sloppily.

As it uploaded it Jaxx curled up in the chair with the blanket barley covering the man as he cuddled up with Gibson and fell into a peaceful sleep in the computer chair. "Night ma," he murmured.

A simple late night vlog was always a solution to a restless night that left Jaxx asleep in cramped computer chair with Gibson tucked against his neck and chest, with a tiny blanket from when he was a smaller boy covering him and a final thought of missing his family.

[chicken lord]

username;; latte
kalon name ;; phoenix
" a minor constellation . "
kalon gender ;; female
a song they might fall asleep too ;; heathens - twenty one pilots
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep ;;
wip ;7;

[eli ayase]

username;; gallows callibrator
kalon name;; Hotaruika, meaning 'firefly squid' in japanese
kalon gender;; Male
a song they might fall asleep too;; 'Untrust Us' by Crystal Castles
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;; WIP

[Evils]

username;; Evils
kalon name;; Bailey "Bleach"
kalon gender;; Female
a song they might fall asleep too;;
Coast Modern - Guru
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;;
Bright lights shone through the tattered cloth that covered the dusty window of Bleach's room. The midnight train; it rattled the house as it bellowed outside, its wheels eating up at the tracks it ran across.
Sighing, Bleach rose from her bed and shuffled from her room to her living area where she turned on her radio and cranked up the volume. Guru played loudly as she pulled a yoga matt out from underneath her couch, sitting down she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "Relax." She told herself as she exhaled. Lifting her arms she released her mind, the music was all she could hear as everything else was drowned beneath it.
Soon her mind grew distant from her body, yet sleep was no where in sight. The music began to fade as her soul began to close itself for inner peace. A sigh escaped from her lips as her sight began to wonder into farfetched dreams, finally, she had drifted to sleep.

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