[Lady Tuesday]

mark!!

[avior.]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Relationship with Their Brother: (oh oh oh, use Spock as placeholder name until he has a real one c'x)
A Letter From Far Away: (tell me a bit about this kalon via a letter to their brother, it has to be over 100 words but you can go up to 900 words!)
1 extra of choice: (art, 2 pieces max, writing, 200 word max, if mixing, 1 art piece and 100 words, please no song playlists)

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Mark!! I love me some alien kids

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Username: kumquat.
Name: eirian
Gender: male
Relationship with Their Brother: Ian was about eight when Spock was born. He was often very jealous of all the attention Spock was getting. "It's not fair! Why does Spock get all the attention?" he would ask his parents. They would always say because he was a smol little baby. Still not fair. As Spock grew up, he would get Ian's hand-me-downs, such as toys, furniture, his old room, and books.

Eventually, once Spock reached his preteen years, the two grew closer together. They would spend their days playing action figures and reading comics. Ian had transformed his closet into a hangout space for them. He had a minifridge stocked with snacks, hammocks for them, bookshelves with tons of comic books, and a shelf just for action figures. Hours spent together in that closet. Eating junk food and drinking soda. Reading comic books and being careful to not tear them. Getting tangled up in hammocks and laughing about it.

Then that day came. Ian had to go to college. Spock was miserable. Hours were now diminished into minutes as Ian packed. Spock couldn't comprehend why he was going out-of-state for college. He had given everything in the closest to Spock. He told him to not worry, as he would move back right after getting his bachelor's degree. "Can I come with?" Spock would beg his family. He always got the same answer: no. "I'll be sure to write nearly daily, but they might be coming about three days later,'' he told Spock. As he walked out the door, Spock ran up to him. Spock hugged him goodbye. Ian said goodbye for the second time as he walked to his car. He buckled his seatbelt and started his car. As he pulled out of the driveway, Spock waved goodbye to him, and ran next to him for a while.
A Letter From Far Away:
Dear younger brother,
I see you're still holding up. I saw some of your art in an online showcase. You've gotten pretty good at digital art. I picked up photography for now. I'm kinda good, I guess. Oh, and I'm majoring in art! You know how much I've wanted to animate for a living! I haven't had a home-cooked meal since I left. Guess I shouldn't have left, eh? Anyways, I'm so glad how much you've gotten better at art. I remember when you could only draw a stickman! Well anyways, I still can't write. I might as well end this now.

With love,
Ian.
1 extra of choice: https://orig02.deviantart.net/8394/f/2017/215/b/9/kjjjjm_by_bubblete_a-dbis5o3.jpg
Please don't mind the weird file name, I'm lazy when it comes to naming files.
also maybe for Spock's real name, estron? It's welsh for alien. ;v;

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Username: Trollish
Name: Nashira
Gender: Female
Relationship with Their Brother: Shira didn't know she had a brother until very recently when she was reading confidential documents she really shouldn't have been peeking in. She believed before then that she was an orphan and a single child-- a forgotten baby who struggled to find self-worth in herself when her own parents didn't really want her. When she discovered she had a brother she immediately wanted to be close to him-- she wanted that sibling relationship, even though it was really too late to grow up together, she couldn't help but dream. She feels like Spock would understand her, and would be able to reassure her that her parents weren't careless or unloving-- but perhaps there was a better reason-- a reason she's been wondering about her entire life. She wants to believe that Spock is good and that he can help-- and she desperately wants to understand and reach out to her family.

A Letter From Far Away: Let me first say that I am deeply, truly and sincerely sorry. I didn't mean for things to turn out the way they have. It pains me to have to admit-- but yes, I have made a mistake. Perhaps many mistakes. But that is why I am writing you now, dear brother. I see it fit that I must apologize and explain myself.

I did not know I had a sibling until a few short days ago. Childish though it may sound I work on a space ship but do nothing of true interest-- I sort and organize information on the main station, for the most part, with smaller ships darting in and out-- borrowing our docks for repairs and doing business with the other inhabitants of the station. It's our oasis of sorts, and for generations we've been living here-- maintaining fairly simple lives, doing trade to maintain our store of food and the like. I organize the documents, as I said before, and I archive trade ledgers, frame peace treaties, you know-- that sort of thing. It's a boring monotony, really, but it gives me peace of mind.

Now, for the part that warrants an apology. You see, the rules of my job are... very simple and clear cut, like the task itself. You are not to browse files, simply to organize without question-- folder, file cabinet, and seal. It's that easy. Someone new moved into our humble station the other day, however-- and I had to put their file with those of the other inhabitants. Despite my long time there, I hadn't been working with the papers for long enough to know there were files for each and every person present on the station-- myself included. I was curious what was written of me-- if my height and weight were their most recent staples or dated ones-- so... admittedly yes, I cracked open my folder and read its contents.

So you see, that's how I learned of you. I hadn't any idea I had a sibling, honestly-- I was raised on the station, however I was informed it was because my parents left me there that I was kept. They described it as if I'd gotten lost in the busy plaza and simply been forgotten-- they noted me the more quiet between us, and figured that they had not noticed a relatively mute child gone until they'd already been far away and unsure. I am unsure of the validity of this story, as it was not present in my file. There was no explanation as to how I was found here-- just simply that I was. Obviously, reading the file has left me with more questions than answers. Brother, I am hoping you would know more about this than I. I hope you were raised by our parents and perhaps you can tell me what kind of people they are-- I hope that this note reaches you, and that you respond post haste.

I apologize because I did not know to reach out sooner. I did not mean to deprive myself of you-- or to deprive you of myself. Did you know you had a sibling somewhere out in the world? Did you know I was out in the stars, searching for something? You couldn't have known, of course, that I had been looking for you. I didn't know I had a sibling until I read the papers, yes, but I was so terribly lonely. I knew there must be someone out there who could help me-- who could fill in the blanks of my memory, enlighten me on a blurry childhood I should've had. I apologize because I did not actively try to find you. Perhaps I assumed you would find me if I waited long enough-- maybe you'd dock at one of the station ports, straying in the market place as someone patched your ship together, and once I saw you-- I'd just know right then and there that it was you.

Please reply when you have the time. I am eager to hear from you and I hope that while it is late into our lives, we can still become close-- become true siblings. I do want to share that with you-- that and so much more. Please, if you've the time-- get to know me, and let me know you. I want to regain what we have lost in being split apart.

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1 extra of choice: art - - - 1

(art, 2 pieces max, writing, 200 word max, if mixing, 1 art piece and 100 words, please no song playlists)

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i already have 131 words for the extra, but i really wanna do some art too. is it okay that it's a bit over?

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username: tooru
name: sirius
gender: genderfluid [ he / him ]
relationship with their brother:
(oh oh oh, use spock as placeholder name until he has a real one c'x)
a letter from far away:
(tell me a bit about this kalon via a letter to their brother, it has to be over 100 words but you can go up to 900 words!)
1 extra of choice:
(art, 2 pieces max, writing, 200 word max, if mixing, 1 art piece and 100 words, please no song playlists)

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[roelian]

Username: Katzuvo

Name: Tobias

Gender: Male

Relationship with Their Brother: Very good! Even if they are often separated, Tobi loves his brother dearly, and eagerly awaits their reunions. (Especially when Spock brings back neat space rocks!)

A Letter From Far Away:

It's been a while, brother,
I don't think any of here expected you to be gone for so long this time. Are you stuck in a different time line again? Perhaps this letter might reach you 200 years into your current future. I mean, I hope it doesn't! Besides, then you'd have to go 200 years without me and we both know you wouldn't be able to handle that!
Not that I'm bragging or anything.
Mom has asked about you, she keeps asking me like I might know but I don't. I try to keep her busy, but I notice the way her hands shake when she works. We're all getting a little worn thin, hoping that it's just another adventure for you and not something disastrous. You better bring home good stories this time! As Payment for keeping us all on eggshells.
We miss you a lot, Spock. Maybe next time you can take me with you? I dunno if mom would enjoy that very much, though! Especially if you stayed gone for so long again. Then it would be both of her babies missing and she really would flip.
I mean. Jokes aside... Come home, Spock.
~ Love
Your lonely brother

1 extra of choice: (Tobi is a young Kalon filled with spirit and fun. He looks up to his brother Spock, while also trying his best to be a protective brother himself. It's a mutual relationship on protection and trust, which can sometimes lead to little competitions between the two of them. It's all in good fun, though, as nothing could come between the two of them. <3

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CONTEST CLOSES IN APPROXIMATELY 20 MINUTES.
I shall close for judging at 12:00 AM EST, extensions can be granted if asked before that time.

[roelian]

Good luck, everyone!
This is such a cute, neon chubby beb, I envy whoever takes them home <3