[wriolette enjoyer]

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what cheers them up?: gay parade and skittles
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[cyborgishly]

username: cyborgishly
name: prince diaval
gender: male
what cheers them up?: what cheers the young prince up? Violence, and lots of it. you see, the Prince May appear as sunshine and rainbows, but his heart is far from it. As a child, the prince has experienced more pain than any young child has had to endure, turning the young prince into a form of malice. Everyone fears him, and the tremors of a servant from his presence brings a smile to his face. Yet, violence doesn’t compare to his mother’s warm touches when she braids his hair or massages his shoulders. That, is probably what cheers the young man up the most.

[solasta]

username: solasta
name: iris reverie
gender: female
what cheers them up?:
her art bridged the gap from heaven and earth. her spectrum was endless.
inspiration came from laughter of the children in the grove and the elders
telling their adventures of a lifetime. her art expressed every emotional
thought that came in mind to one who had a true heart. she used water,
air and earth to create her art. the simplicity of using what was given was
just enough to inspire her. she does not need the strokes of a brush or the
simple sketches across a thin piece of paper. anything around her can and
is art. she uses mixtures of mud and pressed flowers to make dye and her
canvas would be from others bodies to tall pine trees. body art would
express what her client was feeling and would always relieve their stress.
her smiles would always be bright and would cheer even the saddest of
ones who's hearts have been crushed. no one could deny how she used
the earths natural materials for art. as they know it is the truth.
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➝ crack, crack, was the sound of lora's paws under
neath her, breaking twigs as she trekked through the
forest. the rain gave off a blue tint, but she could trot
the path in her sleep. the smell of the rain and the soft
and gentle sound of droplets hitting leaves filled her sen
ses, and she continued on through her the woods. the ki
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tiny leaves dotting the sky. she could nearly see her des
tination, the timber and logs giving way to a small openi
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nches. she pushed the plants and bushes out of her way,
smiling as shewalked towards the river. before her ran a
gorgeous, calm river, little wrinkles from the falling rain.
the sky yawned above her, leaving open a gradient of pin
ks, yellows, blues and reds. a rainbow danced across the
multi-colored sky, the rain droplets which beat down ma
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[hashtag]

username: hashtag
name: Skittles
gender: Female
what cheers them up?:
Ahh, on a rainy day Skittles just likes to snuggle up to loverboy (one of my kals) and watch a good movie. She often falls asleep, and once the movie is finished loverboy will as well. They love each other to pieces, and rainy days express their love exquisitely.
“loverboy” she says looking up at him, he’s not quite sure what to expect “yes?” “I love you.” Skittles says, her eyes big, twinkling. He can’t help but just have a warm feeling and kiss her fondly.

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As the clouds roll in and the pitter patter of drops on
window panes begins, Amitola prepares herself for a nice,
refreshing bubble bath. She pulls out a special treat she
has saved for a rainy day like this, a shimmering bath bomb
with all the colors of the rainbow. She pours a little bit of
bubble bath in while the water still runs, then drops the
chalky orb in with a soft plop. Her face lights up with a
small smile as she watches the bath swirl with the colors
of the rainbow, the iridescent bubbles reflecting even more.
Dipping her toes in first, she then submerges herself, the
warm water melting away her stress. Ami soaks for as long
as she pleases, so long that she doesn't know where her
body ends and the water begins. The bubbles tickle her
chin as she sinks lower into the bath, a happy sigh sending
ripples across the rainbow pool. Finally as her fingers start
to get pruny, Ami pulls herself out of the tub, wrapping a
fluffy white towel around herself and admiring her soft
skin, now shimmery and sweet thanks to her rainy day
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[LivingLethal]

Marciella - LivingLethal - Female

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White noise.

Even as my mind repeats, “It’s white noise. It’s just white noise. Nothing more than white noise. Rain is harmless,” over and over, my palms can’t help but become slick. My heart knocks on my chest as if asking, “Are we okay? Are we dying?” But I know we aren’t dying. I’m alive, and the rain battering on the windows doesn’t stop that. My mind can’t help but fear. It’s faulty chemicals, not logic.

It’s times like this that I welcome true white noise the most. When my mind runs from fears that have no base in rationality, I sink into a place where only the sound of the ringing in my ears exists. Each breath only captivates my mind for the amount of time it takes for the next breath to come. When the rain falls and wreaks havoc on my mind, I know that I can find peace within myself. In meditation, I am free.

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[NightFlame22]

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A dark, rainy day doesn’t bother Arco one bit, not when he has so much
to look forward to inside his own home. Who needs a wet, dreary world
when he can choose any place of his liking in one of his many books? He
could go sailing on the seven seas with a band of pirates, or he could
hunt in the forest with a group of rangers. The great airship of a
steampunk adventurer would open up a whole planet to explore, but on
the other hand, wouldn’t a city in midnight also be perfect for a murder
mystery? Arco could spend days on end in his personal library, time
flying by as he immerses himself in the stories of his heroes and
heroines. So while the rain pours down around him, he finds himself a
nice cosy nook in between his bookshelves, a steaming cup of hot
cocoa sitting on the windowsill as he turns page after page.

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