[Novi]

Reserve, maybe.

[serotonin.]

Euphoria
Female
Sorry if the pronouns are off, I changed her gender and name at the last minute. <3
She called herself Euphoria, but that was mostly because she had no hope of keeping a grasp on her title as an Operator. Not that memory was a problem, but the number she was given, Six Quintrillion, was hardly a suitable name. She leaned back against the brick wall of a little alley, on the backside of a run-down pizzaria. Euphoria curled her tail around her ankle, just biding her time... Waiting. She looked out at the street, watching as others passed by. They would not see the female, for she hadn't allowed it. But she was the only real difference, in this world. The people would be the same, inserted into this world, perfect little copies of themselves as they had been in the First World, given the same consciousnesses, the same thoughts... The same everything.

Her world was a copy of the First World, the first universe ever founded... By none other than the First Operator, and entity that, presumably no other entities had ever seen or encountered. They knew it was there. They just didn't know anything more, which was odd given the numerous other things discovered upon one's death. Then again, they, the Operators of their own worlds--their own universes--only knew as much as the First Operator allowed. That made being the Six-Quintrillionth Operator nothing more than a receiver of common, existential knowledge. She knew how to fabricate flying fish that exhaled helium, but she didn’t know just who or what the First Operator was. And she accepted that.

She looked up, mires narrowing as the time ticked down to the very second on this October evening-- The very second she had died. Everything was set up just as the First World was, and so that meant that in this universe, she was also alive, and doomed to make the same mistakes that lead to her very death. And, the inevitable recreation of her as an Operator several billions more down the line.

She watched herself turn down the alleyway, the vibrant coat of hers making her out to be quite the little target. She'd never been the intended casualty, just an unfortunate side effect. Collateral damage. The world was not all that it was made out to be, sometimes. Euphoria had found herself stumbling upon a rather henious murder, and, to keep the witness silent, she had found herself to be another victim.

The Operator turned away from the scene, the terrible death. But it had given her this chance to grasp the Universe. She felt no anger over it. She was not a vengeful soul, she did not have time to be angry. She didn't know, however, why she'd taken such intrigue from her own death. The events that led to her becoming a god, like every other perishable soul across this vast expanse of possibilities, through each Operator’s world and the next, spawning new voids while some erased their own in one last act of boredom-turned-suicide.

A few times, she'd even bothered to walk up and risk wrinkling the fabric of her world's reality by stopping it. One thing she disliked about going back in time and changing things up was how it could have a bad effect on other, seemingly unrelated events. She’d found out that preventing her death led to the death of her neighbor Janet’s child, April, suffering brain trauma after slipping on a curb and busting her head on the cement, if she didn’t attend her funeral. This led to Janet and Stephen’s divorce, and Janet’s suicide. So, she simply went back, and she watched it play out again without interfering, to save the lives of others.

Every inch of time and space was her to touch, her will alone able to teleport her to the other side of the universe in a split second, and design an entirely different planet. Though, she didn’t do this-- not when the blueprint of planet Earth was at her disposal. Her image seemed to glitch--like an error in broad daylight, as she stood on that sidewalk, skipping ahead to the year of which was her present. Of course, the future existed as well, with things going as they were, but she wanted to walk through each second like these people did, like she used to, and sense the impacts she placed upon every day society.

Euphoria glanced at passersby, many giving her strange looks as she passed. It was funny, having the power to shapeshift into anything she desired-- real or unreal to these people. But she still chose a viscet, keeping to the traits that she would find in this world.

She could love and lose, or keep if someone was worthy of eternal life. But she hadn’t given that to anyone, no matter how tempting. This was her world-- the one she remembered, not the one she wanted, really. Sure, she could make it that way, but then she was sure she’d get bored. And that was toxic, for any power… Boredom. So she lived and struggled like any young woman did, a god living the life of a lower middle-class young adult that delivered pizzas. She was never a second late, unless traffic got in her way. Then she would be late, because teleporting was cheating.

She glanced up, spying the street corner where she perished just last year, stepping forward with a sour look on her face and sighing at the sight of the little white crucifix posted underneath the streetlight.

We love you, Euphoria. Rest in peace.

Little did they know, they’d be given their own infinite sandboxes when they died… She wondered if her mother would create a universe where she didn’t die, and where cookies were the healthiest food to eat. Euphoria wouldn’t put it past the woman, knowing she’d die in her sleep at the wholesome age of seventy-three if things continued as they were, currently. Of course, she was sad. She could channel her sadness, right now, as an individual soul in this kingdom of reality she ruled. But she would be okay. She was a religious woman, and she’d tell herself that her baby girl got to go to heaven.

But is this really… heaven? she wondered, glancing down at her hand before glancing up to find herself right in front of the family house. If she hadn’t died, she would be walking up this porch right now, groceries in hand, whistling. And then a seven year old girl would die because you lived. Perhaps she could prevent her death, yes, but it’d lead to another chain of events that’d mess with her train of thought. It’s best to just leave things the way they are. Given she was permanently aware of every little occurrence within this universe, changing things around while free will was in place tended to screw with your Second Consciousness, even if you did your best to ignore it.

She stared at the crucifix, having avoided it until now, settling into a crouch and resting a hand atop its wooden frame, her other running the pad of her thumb along the fresh bouquet of flowers. White orchids, her favorite, of course. It was painful, the first few times she decided to hover around like air and watch the devastation it wreaked upon her family. She didn’t even know why she wanted to see, but she did. And she regretted it, for a time. However, like everything else, she had come to accept the way things were, and she refused to change them in exchange for things to look forward to, even if she could already see them from a mile away-- just close the third eye.

[sadrien,]

marking this babe ;u;

[WolfwithWings38]

S a le m
Gender/Sex: Male
Writing (Unlimited): Hi, I'm Salem and I'll be telling you everything there is to know about me! Soooo first things first, my personality: I'm very talkative and I'm very frank with my words and to add on to that I asks questions a lot, so the vast majority of humans and viscets alike... they find that part of me very annoying, which is sad, but it's the truth.... And as you can imagine it results ether an huge argument, bullying each other, ect...... I'm also very hyper and I get excited a lot when I'm really happy and people say I'm the definition of the word to much energy at times. I'm very kind to animals, viscets, and a few humans here and there. And last but certainly not least is that I'm weird.... I like to be you know, different than most people. And a lot of my friends (including my parents) say that overall I'm fun to be around.... Wait a second! I also take things very seriously, which is way I don't understand most jokes and the way, well, you get the idea. People also say I'm the most literal person to ever exist, most people would find that offensive, I take it as a complement of course! My hobbies: I personally like to collect...... drum roll please Horns/antlers, which is kinda ironic because I have ram horns XD..... I meant coincidence, but oh well I always get them confused sooo... and I make brownies because they're the best thing in the world! And to answer the question to "Do I have anger issues" (I meaning me, Salem) I do have minor issues, but it's not that bad..... My favorite books: Ohhh I like a lot of books, but if I HAD to choose...It'd be a tie between the Diary of The Wimpy Kid series and Stephen King's books, yeah I know, two very completely different things, but I mean who doesn't like Diary of The Wimpy Kid or the fantastically horrifying books by Stephen King?..... My dream is: OKAY I'm gonna say this right now..... DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME!!! My dream goal to be the most famous dancer and singer in the world.... Which probably won't happen at all, but still I hope to be at least very good at those things..... My childhood: Ahhhh those good old days, I quite enjoyed it, but people call me a monster because most of my life when I was young is being on the computer, YouTube, and eating and drinking....... and today you're most likely wondering I STILL do those things, HEY don't blame me! Blame my PARENTS, they were the ones when I was three, introduced me to the computer and the internet (They couldn't help that part, I mean I was the one who didn't listen when they said don't go on the Internet Explorer unless you ask first!) Yeah, I also was more annoying than I am now and I also made sure that I had waaaay more screen time than anyone on the planet.... including humans! And that's saying a lot! Ohh and NEVER FORGET me enjoying making trouble anywhere I went and and making all the adults/adult viscets around me insane, I didn't intend that part and I most certainly didn't want to make them crazily mad because of my behavior, I was just naturally good at it I guess..... Also I've been a food addict all my life, have you ever seen IIsuperwomenII's video about the types of eaters?...... Yeah I'm basically am everything in detail about the food addict and if you haven't seen the video, go watch it, it's amazing how she knows everything in detail how I eat it's like she knows me but she doesn't you know? Oh and did I mention that me eating that way only made me a little plump and not a lot? I know crazy right?! Sooo sense I'm not having anything exciting right now, I'm done with this forum! And also WolfwithWings38 wants to say something to you!

I'm soo happy to have this opportunity to go for this gorgeous babe! (It took me two days to make this forum BTW which is probably the most I've ever spent, but I don't know cause I typically don't count soo) And I loove Halloween and I'm glad I don't have to make art for him, even though I'd try because I would to any lengths for this babe! And besides.... I love to write sooo yeah see ya!

[Idem]

Name:
Pantheon
Pantheon is derived from the Ancient Greek "Pantheion" (Πάνθειον) meaning "of, relating to, or common to all the gods": (pan- / "παν-" meaning "all" + theion / "θεῖον"= meaning "of or sacred to a god") (Source)

Gender/Sex: Male

Writing:

My reality swirling
The worlds are twirling
And the blink of an eye can change everything.

My sorrow sends typhoons
My laughter brings spring time
I control every atom by the meer strength of thought.

So soaring and stretching
My will ever searching,
Searching for all that in need cry for me.

I cover the astros
I lead with my guidance
Helping the universe, knowing it's heed.

[purrloin]

Nebula

Female

Nebula was always pretty silent, and judging. Known by others to be the voice of reason, Nebula is a skilled planner and strategist. Usually keeping to herself, Nebula generally takes her time considering potential outcomes for moves that could affect her pack. She has an exellent poker face, and hardley ever shows strong emotion. Nebula usually moves and hunts at night - she claims to be more comfortable under the moon and stars. As far as physical strengh goes, Nebula noticibly lacks in this department. She usues her skills to the fullest, coming up with tactics to help the other pack memebers rather than carrying them out. Nebula despises pups, and is generally uninterested in settling down with a family.

"I have more important things to do."

Is usually her response when asked. Nebula often speaks in a bored tone, like she's tired of hearing your voice and would prefer to return to her own quiet corner, unless she's reporting something. Usually, Nebula goes out of her way to look formal and intimidating ( which usually works ). As hinted above, Nebula is very cunning, and doesn't stop for anyone until she gets her way. Nebula is not pure hatred, however. She has a soft side, but she refuses to show it as she considers that side to be her main flaw that she must get rid of. Nebula is rather tall compared to other vicets. It runs in her bloodline. Nebula does not hate humans, she considers them interesting, in fact. However, she does prefer living wild. She often comes across as the type who only cares about themselves, but this is not true. Nebula cares greatly about the good of those she's around, and stops at nothing to protect those she manages to maintain a bond with.

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I haven't tried for an adoptable in ages - hopefully this is ok ;^^?

[mongrel]

Watching. <3 I could never compete against some of these wonderful people.

[✦ nemuri]

hnnnnnnnnn the need for this bab qwq

Would it be possible for me to ask for an extension? I know we've had a while to work on this, but I've been pretty busy the past few weeks and there's still a few parts that I'd like to work on before this ended.

[Placebo]

Yeah that's fine- I honestly won't be available in any huge capacity for a few weeks, so I can extend it to the 11th of November!

[Placebo]

Three day notice!