Literature Summer Reading || Viscet Summer Event

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Storage for Summer Event Writings and Draws :0c Will add a TOC later on

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Prompt 1 - Favorite Summer Hobby(s) or Activity(s)

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Jackie loved a great deal about summer and what it entailed for her.

The freetime was definitely a plus, sure, but it extended much farther than that- now free from her studies, she could finally do what she wanted to do, restrictions be damned.

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In, and out. In… and out.

At this point, the weight of the firearm was familiar in Jocelyn’s paws. Sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades in the steadily warming morning rays, but there wasn't any place she'd rather be.

She squeezed one claw around the trigger, and the recoil of the rifle barely phased her before she was already moving to replace the empty cartridge. The sound of the bullet hitting the glass bottle from one of her self-appointed targets filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Four down, five to go. Missing that first one still kinda irked her, but she could still hear the phantom of Gatsby’s instruction ringing in her ears like a mantra, as well as the phantom of his paw on her shoulder. Just keep going.

Jackie paused to adjust her shades. She vaguely contemplated whether or not she should bother to set up a round of moving targets as well, but dashed the idea once she got through two more successful rounds. She was grateful for Gatsby and Maia lending her their outdoor firing range for the morning, and was sure she could convince Gatsby to let her stay a little longer despite his perceived gruffness, but she didn’t want to overstay her welcome.

Besides— Gatsby was definitely gonna start cooking in a half hour or so and she’s not stupid enough to turn down that invitation. Shooting’s fun, but man can that guy cook.

It wasn’t long before she made her way down the line. Smoke billowed from her gun in the cool morning air, and she was quick to check herself before setting down her gun and moving across the lawn to change out her targets. She probably wouldn’t be using glass again- it was a mess to clean up, and she did wanna get finished up soon, at least. Now where did Maia keep her cardboard targets…

As she started up her final cycle for the morning, Jackie could feel herself settle deeper and deeper into contentment. She understood and reveled in the thrill of the hunt as much as any other viscet out there, but… the weight of a rifle or gun in her hands was something else entirely for her. The pull of the trigger, and the seamless and familiar recoil time and time again... There really wasn’t anything quite like it.

Although, it definitely helped that it was a cool morning. Maintaining this upward stance in 90 plus degree weather was torture.

Her alarm went off just before she started her second to last target. Jackie impulsively flicked her gaze toward the watch on her arm before concentrating on finishing her last rounds. She could feel herself twinge in the barest amounts of disappointment of having to finish so soon, but she kept her hopes high. After all, the day was still young. Jackie wondered if she’d finally be able to drag Gatsby away from his work long enough today to show her more of his shooting tips.

The grumble of her stomach interrupted her train of thought. But first— food.

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The groaning prone figure lying on the hardwood floor only made Jackie try to stifle her laughter even further. She idly clicked at her phone as she lounged on his couch, determined to beat her high score, but dutifully passed another bag of ice from the cooler and plopped it onto Lachlan’s face. He briefly stopped is bellyaching as he sputtered in indignation. “Hey, watch it!”

“Mmhmm…” She was only idly listening to his laments, because at this point she was past sympathy and bordered into mirth at his plight. She knew that he could barely stand this hot southern weather, but that was his problem, really. He’s the one that traveled this far south for work, after all. At least he let her get free tickets to his shows sometimes. Lachlan was annoying at times, but she could never get a ticket before they sold out unless he helped her.

She glanced over at him looking up at her with both watery eyes and a watery pout after removing the sandwich bag from his face. She easily saw past the facade. “Don’t you care that I could literally melt at any moment, Jackie?! I have such a weak disposition, and you don’t even care…”

She carefully didn’t roll her eyes as she replied, “Well, I suppose the only solution is to stick you in the freezer at this point.”

“You don’t think I’ve already tried that??”

“Oh no, I believe it…” Her gaze strayed back to her phone, and Lachlan’s indignant squawk pulled a snort from her.

Still, she reached into the cooler again and placed two ice bags right over his ribs. She barely registered his sigh of bliss, too engrossed in beating this next level. The only sound in the house besides the beeps from her phone and Lachlan’s exaggerated breaths was the whirring from the AC, and Jackie could feel her bones turn to liquid, she was so relaxed. Today was admittedly pretty bad— temperatures got into the high 90s, and she quickly booked it to Lachlan’s condo, knowing that succumbing to his whims was a small price to pay for cool air. At least his AC never broke. She grumpily thought back to earlier today and how unsympathetic Zaccheus was to the complete and utter lack of AC in the house. I mean, she loved her alpha and all, but his tolerance to the heat was unreal.

Still, it was definitely nice seeing Lachlan again. Jackie could easily admit that the man was a bit of a character, but he always knew how to chill. And he made some mean italian ice. Yum.

Jackie briefly looked up from her phone to nudge her foot into Lachlan’s slick side. “The ticket you gave me was front row, right?” He was pretty much covered with ice bags at this point, but under all of the melting water, she could make out his halfhearted glare.

“Well, duh. You think I’d actually skimp out on you like that?”

She grumbled a bit at that. “Well it happened the last time…”

Lachlan rolled his eyes, but shot his friend a crooked grin. “Well, it’ll be guaranteed that you’ll have front row seats to me screwing over another guy instead of second row seats.”

“Hell yeah.” Lachlan huffed out a laugh at that. But, it wasn’t long before he started groaning for another ice bag.

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Viscets Used/Mentioned || Jocelyn/Jackie | Lachlan | Gatsby | Maia

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Prompt:
Not everyone can have a chill summer, some have summers filled with excitement, peril or just general drama! So for this one the prompt will be tell me about something that happens in their summer that was unexpected or didn't go as planned. It can be something embarrassing, scary, unfortunate or just dramatic in general. Tell me what happened and how it turned out in the end. This can be something that just happened with one or two viscets or a whole group. You can use as many of your viscets (or other viscets that you have expression permission to use) for the prompt but it must follow the prompt! You can depict the viscet(s) via writing or artwork. In order to participate / qualify you must do a minimum of 300 words or 1 sketch depicting the prompt. You can have a max of 1500 words or 3 art pieces to depict the prompt. Words must follow the prompt, same with the artwork. Make sure to cite the viscets used (and their owners) at the bottom of your post.

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Prompt: With all the summer activities, hobbies, drama and, of course, the heat it's always important to take some time out for yourself. Time to relax and just enjoy yourself. Tell me where your viscets go or would like to go to relax or just how they unwind during the summer. Tell me what chills them out or helps them de-stress on a hot summer day. Do they plan a big trip or is it just staying at home? Whatever they do, wherever they go, and whoever they spend it with tell me about it. (EDIT) You can also add in what caused the stress if you're writing a story, etc, to show what lead them up to choice in relaxation. Relaxation also sometimes may be in the form of a trip, so feel free to take some freedoms with this prompt. You can use as many of your viscets (or other viscets that you have expression permission to use) for the prompt but it must follow the prompt! You can depict the viscet(s) via writing or artwork. In order to participate / qualify you must do a minimum of 300 words or 1 sketch depicting the prompt. You can have a max of 1500 words or 3 art pieces to depict the prompt. Words must follow the prompt, same with the artwork. Make sure to cite the viscets used (and their owners) at the bottom of your page.


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