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“ home is wherever you make it. it's in people, it's in places, it's in feelings. ”

do you ever feel, out of place? maybe not out of place more like, something is missing? that occasional twang in your heart that comes and goes, but leaves you longing for that missing piece to be found? but what happens when you find that piece? what happens when you find the place that you'd do anything to spend one more second in? sometimes it's hard to tell, because you aren't quite sure how you found it.

the front porch light seemed ancient, rust crawling up it's metal base where the light bulb hid. it's yellow light flickering and fading. here, on the creaky wooden boards that mikey stood on as he was embraced after a crazy night, was where mikey's missing piece was found. the warmth that coursed through him left him feeling like electricity had replaced his blood, like it couldn't be matched by any amount of fiercely burning suns. the aching twang that he used to feel in his heart sometimes, the one that left him longing for the piece to be found, had vanished, only to be replaced by a happiness brought only by you.

wc [189/250] i switched the art so that's why it's edited later than the end date ! if that's not allowed let me know and i'll switch it back to the art that's linked next to this! (i also don't know why the art is so small lmho)
previous artquote by miles mckenna

[Hermann Gottlieb]

username: Hermann Gottlieb
name: Reclipse
gender: nb
happy place: They find serenity in an empty field not far off from an abandoned farm house. They read there on crisp fall afternoons, and the quiet helps them immerse themself in the story so deeply they can escape their real world life for a bit. It's an escape on both physical and mental levels.

Don't mind me too much, they were just cool and this looked fun!

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[Morta]

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username. trans
name. bertrand rossi
gender. nonbinary
happy place. you arent quite sure how you came across it. the air was tangy with salt, the sand crunchy under your boots, and the wind kept messing up your hair that you'd actually taken the time to style this morning after you decided to wake up at six am. you'd just gotten into a fight; your nose and knuckles were bloody and red. you distinctly remember finding a piece of glass -- you'd heard a sharper sound, a crack -- and you'd look down to see more fragments leading further up the shore. following it out of curiosity (curiosity killed the cat, your mind whispered), you ended up walking much farther than you would have gone on a normal day, and eventually find yourself at the wreckage of a ship. or... most of it, at least. bits and pieces of the sides had been ripped off during its lifetime as an active vessel, or perhaps while it had become stranded on this lonely little cove all by itself, and the sails were all torn up or gone completely. you dont know what compelled you to go inside, but you ended up circling the ship until you found somewhere to crawl in. the inside smelled like sea water and rotten things, something foul that made your nose scrunch up in disgust, but you continued forward, determined to uncover the secrets inside the ship. the many rooms were filled with all kinds of things, some with treasure, some with clothes of different eras, quality, and discoloration, and some with rotten fruits and vegetables in boxes. one room in particular caught your attention though, a room that you could only assume was the "office." it had writing tools and piles of old books and worn parchment and papers, even a few maps on the walls and scattered throughout the room's floor and desks. what drew you in though, was the sole journal on the biggest desk, signed by a person named ellis walker. you didnt remember anyone from history named that, from the times you'd actually paid attention in school, but nonetheless, something inside you compelled you to pick up the journal. you took a seat on the floor and stared long and hard at the journal before flipping it open. taking a deep breathe, you began to read. and every day after, you would come back to read a little more. just one more page.

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----David Argenon, better known as Digit, is fluent in several computer coding languages. He finds peace and solace whenever he sits in front of his laptop and works on his latest coding projects. Ever since he was little, he has had a huge fascination with computers and wanted to know how they worked. His friends like to say he has an almost innate knack for coding and can speak to computers on another level. Of course, that's not true - Digit just has a deep love for everything digital.

----Whenever Digit goes to code, he gets into an intense zone where nothing matters except finishing the code. He'll forget to eat or drink during this time, but he doesn't even notice his hunger or thirst until he's finished because he's so happy to just type, and tweak, and adjust his coding to run smoothly and perfectly. If anything is bothering him that he can't deal with right away, he will turn to coding to calm himself down and forget about his worries for a little while. Sometimes he even comes up with solutions to his problems while he's coding. It just seems like his mind works best while he's compiling something, and that works for him!

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[steamplonk]

mark omlll

[mirukuzee]

username: sketch.able
name: Miles
gender: female

Miles's Happy Place:

Miles works as a museum curator. Not a big fan of people, she is usually found inside her office, doing paperwork and burying her face in her massive book collection.

When you enter her office, the first thing you will notice is the smell of wood, old books and different kinds of coffee. The walls are lined with certificates of the museum’s accomplishments, multiple file cabinets, and some lovely wall lights. At the back of the room is a giant window that overlooks the city. Underneath the window is a display case of her personal collection, consisting of some small fossils, old shields, and other minor artifacts. At either side of the case are giant bookshelves that reach the ceiling. On top of the bookshelves are even more books.
In the middle of the room is a comfy lacquer chair and a giant, oak desk. On her desk is her work computer, a few books, and always a lot of paperwork. At the edge of the desk is a plaque that reads:

Milena C. Donne
Head Curator

Miles loves her job, despite the stress it can bring. Drowning herself in work gives her reason to forget her life problems.

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mark for winner!