[yen.]

edits: standard hair, custom shine

It's been a while since I made a main adopt !! I ended up really liking this one <33
To win this kalon, describe their happy place, and tell why they find comfort there in 250 words or less. One extra of 150 words or one art piece is allowed



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ends december 7th
Extended to december 9th, 7:00 PST !

[kittykore]

username: Jack
name: Brian
gender: Male
happy place: res with bob ross

[S-S-Sweets]

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Username: S-S-Sweets
Gender: Male
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Irwin had always found most comfort when he was alone – in a room, surrounded by novels,
unaccompanied by anything other than his own thoughts. He’s a thinker more than a talker, a writer
more than a speaker. It is easy to fluster him when placed into random conversation with complete
strangers. He never really understood how to properly communicate with others when put on the
spot. Irwin always needs time to think about what he says before saying it, afraid that somebody
may take offence to what he may express. He worries much more about others than himself, yet,
he spends most of his time with himself. Despite this, he claims he doesn’t know himself
enough; therefore, he cannot understand others.

He’s often found with his head buried in a book – any book. He has no preferred author nor genre.
Irwin enjoys analysing the characters within the novel – attempting to enter their minds and identify
how they feel in certain situations. He enjoys evaluating others from a distance, too – scanning their
movements to accurately inspect what they’re experiencing. It’s one of his stranger habits, he must
admit. At times he can be found staring at an individual for too long, making them nervous or
uncomfortable. This only makes him study them further however, without any hesitation.

Irwin is not introverted, but he is not extroverted, either. He struggles in conversation, granted, but
he is extremely helpful when it comes to noticing weather or not somebody is uncomfortable. If he does
take notice of this, he will try his best to make that individual contented. He sometimes fails at doing this,
but he’s very persistent. Many come to him for help or advice regarding others, especially concerned with
relationships. He usually tenses up and becomes nervous due to the subject, but he attempts to give his
best input nonetheless.

Irwin can clearly understand and sharpen his own feelings, but he can never wrap his head around others’.
He often finds himself asking, “what on earth was that individual thinking? And why?” He’s been told
countless of times that his thought process is very analytical, and has been persuaded many times to trail the
profession of a psychologist. Although he doesn’t mind the suggestion, he often becomes irritated when asked.
If he can’t fully understand himself, how on earth could he understand anybody else?

[Flowerlily]

omlll this bab is amazing!

[iaan]

oh wow, such a nice kalon!!
definite res :>

[Koily.]

username: Koily.
name: Croix
gender: Agender / androgynous
happy place: Res with long grass field |"D

[T u m b l e]

Username: T u m b l e /// Name: Raiden, Also known by Rai. /// Gender: Male

Happy Place: Raiden gritted his teeth, straining against the force of the wind, struggling to grip on the uneven ground. He dug his claws in deeper into the soil but gradually losing his grip. It was as if the wind was, taunting him, “Let go” he swore the wind whispered to him. Rain started to pelt down as the wind increased its speed, making it harder to keep grip, he was losing ground, fast. Glancing at his destroyed home, he let go, pulled in by the force of the tornado, but in those moments, he felt dizzy, but he also felt alive.

Contrary to what people might expect, Raiden’s happy place differs from the stereotypical “happy place”. Raiden finds his home at the heart of the storm, where the wind is tossing in unpredictable and unfathomable places, reflecting on his life. His life was plagued with uncertainties, often not knowing which way to turn, similar to that of a hurricane. However, as he grew up he realized that he counted on the storm as a constant thing in his life, rapidly changing, but always there, finding peace in uncertainty. He understands that his life is whirlwind and now embraces it, wholeheartedly. Raiden found his passion in the form of “weather hunter”, where he travels to the heart of a storm, hurricane, sand storm, tornado or any other extreme weather and fully experiences it. In these moments, the blood pumping through his veins, not knowing what will happen, feels like home.

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[gasp]

Username: Granger
Name: Leius Freyr Vaglaskógi
Gender: Male
Happy place: The small ship in which he had built with his father as a child.

"Papa-- papa!"
The unexpected clatter of the fallen lantern had startled the frightened kit, awakening him from the state of slumber in which his father had spent many an hour putting him into just minutes before.
Believing he had been hurt, his father rushed in to the room in which his only kit lay, innocent eyes wide and fearful.
His father soothed him. Still, he shivered in the dull light of the fallen lantern, shadows contending with dim lamps and candles. Small heaps of dust lay scattered across the uneven wood floor.
Two months prior, his father had stolen medicine due to his inability to properly pay to keep his kit healthy. An already wanted thief, his fear of being imprisoned had prevented the kalon and his son from staying, consequently leading them to flee- a burden upon him and his only kit.
"You need not fret- look. It was simply a lantern. I am here. I will always be here." The ship rocked gently as the father tenderly put his paw on his son's beating heart.
The ship swayed as he sat at the foot of his son's bed. He sang Vor í Vaglaskógi tenderly to the worried kit laying before him, one paw still on his heart.
The kit drifted back to sleep, his father's gentle singing turning into a nebulous cloud of syllables.
"Good night, Leius."

Extra:
Leius stood at the harbor, staring at the ship he had not laid eyes on since he was a kit. He stepped on board hesitantly, recollections of the days he had spent with his father flooding back in to his mind- feeling the naive comfort as he had once felt as a child.
Truly, this ship was the one place he felt happy. Although melancholy memories plagued the ship and its torn sails, musky scent, and misaligned flooring, it was also the place in which he was taught self reliance and courage, even when all you feel is afraid. Often preferring solitude to the company of another, his father was the only exception. He had made him the kalon he is today and for that, he could never be happier.

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I apologize for the depressing story, but hopefully the ending was a bit brighter! I thought it would be satisfyingly paradoxical to write a sorrowful little blurb for a prompt with the word "happy" in it!
(main prompt: 229/250 words; extra: 130/150 words.)

[NightFlame22]

username: NightFlame22
name: Henli
gender: Male
happy place: Sipping hot chocolate in a comfy armchair <3

What a lovely bab!! WIP <3

[sun struck]

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This kid is literally a fallen angel;;v;;