[DecafBunny]

day three art prompt entry

[apprentice_]

art: Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, draw the process/result!

writing: Your kalon is preparing sweets for Kalontines Day, write about the process and result!

Lis had heard it was an annual thing.

Every year, during February, the home ecs teacher would make everyone bake valentine’s day themed food. Heart cookies, red velvet cupcakes, red, pink, and white sprinkles on everything. It sort of got everyone in the spirit- or, for those who didn’t have a love, well, it certainly do much for them.

Lis was one of these love-less kals, and she was dreading home ecs. The air smelled of love and daydreams (or, in other words, an overwhelming of aroma of sweets wafted through the air, causing every passerby to either become half ill, or suddenly realize their insatiable hunger. Or, possibly, both).

It was a Thursday morning, and Lis stood at a counter whipping cupcake mix into nonexistence. She was going mad, being unable to go elsewhere. She pulled the whisk from the mix of ingredients, and the item was precariously placed on a bowl it didn’t sit quite right on.

The kalon lifted the bowl of batter and turned on her heel so that she faced the oven. She squinted; Among the sugary scents floating all around her head, she caught something else. Burning, maybe?

No matter, it was gone as soon as it’d appeared. Lis shrugged and pulled open the oven with one hand, while her other hand held the bowl- or rather, didn’t, as her hold on the object was lost and it dropped to the ground. But she didn’t pay half a mind to this, as she stared into the face of a dragon (as it seemed to her, it was probably just a fiery oven to others), it’s mouth lit with flames and smoke that threatened to choke her.


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Half the class had panicked, making the minimal amount of danger seem much worse than it was. The teacher had run over and practically thrown Lis out of the way after her body had locked up. In all the confusion, Lisbeth wasn’t entirely sure who had put out the fire, or how. She just knew that they spent the rest of the period outside the classroom, and for the rest of the day that class was cancelled.

She thought of the valentine’s food, representing love and whatever. She thought of the burning cookies that’d been in the oven. She thought of her cupcake mix, that’d spilled across the floor.

Pff. Good. Stupid valentine’s day.

xxx
img is terrible quality lmao ;; long story short i had to use the phone w/ a bad camera
does this even count ?? smh

[skylark]

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[Sharkie.]

Prompt day #4

On Kalontine's day, Sophie likes to hang out at her favorite café. She doesn't have any significant other, but sipping a cup of her favorite tea in public takes the edge off that. She secretly hopes that something romantic will happen, but it never does. It's okay, though. She can always go home to her chocolate candies and pet cat if she gets sad.

[mousekewitz]

Spread the love! Write about what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day.

Typically Ray chooses to stay at home on Kalontine's Day. Truly, that is what he does on a daily basis anyhow, but every year he makes sure to keep himself locked indoors. It isn't an anti-romantic boycott of the holiday but rather an uncomfortable awkwardness with the widespread public affection everyone is subject to witness or partake in. There's nothing appealing to him about seeking actors kiss in movies or sweet commercials about candies. Everything is far too hyped up and overused for his tastes.

Usually he avoids any social media in favor of working on his own personal projects or bits of work he hadn't finished the following week. However since he met Jackson they've begun to spend this day together. Jackson will do whatever his morning ritual consists of while Ray sleeps in and rushes a shower before they meet. Usually his mate comes over as he is more punctual than Ray. They settle in together and take turns picking movies from Ray's wide selection.

As the day drags on they'll make lunch together before returning to the couch where they can be found curled together under a blanket.

[redventure]

Day Four Prompt!

Writing: Xander spends his Valentine's day shopping for assorted chocolates and oversized stuffed animals. Once his grand shopping trip is finished, he pops a random chick flick into his DVD player and eats all of his chocolate alone, for Xander does not have a Valentine to share his gifts with.

[satyn]

Day 4 Prompt: Spread the love! Draw what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day.


Lacey loves to surprise Ruth on Kalontine's Day morning with a bed full of scented candles and the same kinds of flowers they wear in their hair. ♥

[recherché.]

art: Spread the love! Draw what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day.

Vicktor likes making Kalontines day cards for his parents c:

writing: Spread the love! Write about what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day.

Vicktor absolutely loves spending time with his parents and he likes to see the two happy. Especially with each other. Every year on Kalentines day, he makes them cards and makes it seem like they're made by each other. Little does he know that his parents know the cards are from him but they never say anything to him because they find it absolutely adorable that he wants them to be happy with each other. It's also pretty obvious with the amount of glitter that he uses on both of the cards and the writing.

[SticksAndStones]

day four
art: Spread the love! Draw what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day.

Watching some romantic comedies of corse! I mean Martzia do, Tracy don't

[seijuu]

Day Four Prompt: Spread the love! Write about what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day
Behr

Kalontine's day meant mail day for Behr; cute notary and colorful pens littered her desk as she scurried around her office. Always a morning bird, Behr woke before her mate, Cullen, and quietly set herself to work. The house was emptier these days, filled with quiet laughs between the aging kalons - instead of the hectic sound of rowdy children - and the loneliness tugged at her heart at times. But! Kalontine's day gave the doting mother yet another opportunity to reach out and send love to her family.

"Do they really have to live so far away?" she muttered, her paws scraping along wood before tugging open the drawer. Without looking, Behr dug around, searching for the familiar crinkle of her notepad. Grasping it, the mum pulled out an "organized mess" of papers and pads. An address was scrawled beside the name of each of her children - 'cept two. There wasn't a town written besides these names, only question marks which sent sharp pangs to Behr's stomach. A son who disowned his family, and a daughter now estranged. "Well, anyway," she sighed, allowing the momentary sadness to pass.

To her eldest children, the adopted twins Sparrow and Amelia, she chose a simple cream paper with gilded edges. A sickly sweet poem filled with awe and affection for Amelia - the loveliest girl who blossomed into an even lovelier eldest sister. For Sparrow, her fierce protector and his father's pride, a letter radiating the gentle warmth of a mother. He sent note just recently that his first litter would soon be born, and Behr couldn't be more excited - his mate, Boyce, seemed a lovely man.

To her children with Cullen, the love of her life, a paper dyed with rose pigments.
Kairos, her calm and collected daughter - the voice of reason and will among her children. Kairos was also the first to give Behr the gift of grandparenthood. Kairos' note was a list of motherly advice, as well as a parcel filled with candies for her son Mahalo.
Then Faolan, the misfit child and tender son. Always so sensitive, staying close with his mother far into adulthood. Her heart bled for the quiet son, his gentle spirit too pure and vulnerable for this harsh world. Behr poured ample love and reassurance into her words as she wrote him, and after tucking it away in an envelope, she tied it round the pot of a peace lily. Much like his mother, Faolan possessed a knack for caretaking - be it plants or people.

The last letter was written on her most ornate paper, adorned with pressed flowers.
This was for her son, Reuven, born and raised by an old friend. As the only child not brought up in Behr's quaint home, Reuven always seemed a bit separate. With miles between them, Behr remedies this with frequent letters and visits - all of her children were loved, no matter the parents or place. His sister, Casteline, lived with Behr and Cullen for most of her childhood but left to live independent - far too young, if you ask Behr. But Reuven and Behr remained close, a son with three parents all fawning over him. Behr's chest swelled with joy knowing that her youngest was growing into a man to be proud of.

A stack of letters, quite tall, lay precariously on Behr's desk. She'd sweetly ask Cullen, her ever adoring husband, to bring them into town later. For now, Behr set the kettle on the stove and crawled back into bed. They'd have milk tea once they were up, but, for just a little while longer, Behr would enjoy the warmth of her loved one snoring beside her.