[Strudel]

name: Bertram
gender: male
owner: james.
owned as of: 1/30/19

The item theme for this event (if that artist chooses to do items) is Air Vs. Water. For mine, I chose to make a nautical steampunk admiral with his own little steampunk helmet.

So this is the third week of prompts for our summer event, and this one is a bit different. I hope you guys enjoy it <3 I'm excited about this one.

If you don't know about this summer prompt event, please go review the thread before posting here.

Prize one adopt- Here | Prize two adopt.

Prompt 3;

"Music can change the world because it can change people."
--Bono

There's something about music that brings people together and speaks of your experiences in ways that words alone just can't seem to convey.
For this prompt, we want you to tell us the song of your viscet(s) summer! It can be a summer jam that crops up wherever the viscet might go and highlights their fond summer memories, or it can be a song that speaks of their experiences on a deeper level. Whatever song you choose, just let us know why this is their summer song/jam!

Be sure to keep things CS appropriate, and please link the song(s) via youtube videos if possible.

Rules/Limits

• There's a max of one song per viscet-- that's yours-- used in the form. Please be sure to indicate somewhere within the prompt answer which song corresponds to which viscet.
  
• There is a minimum requirement of 500 words OR 2 pieces of art for your form to qualify.
  
• There is a maximum of 2500 words or 5 art pieces.
  
• Art does not have to be colored to qualify.
  
• If you choose art, you can have 100 words per image to describe the scene a little (if you are afraid it's unclear)
  
• Your images may include words, but they count in the 100 words per image rule.

This prompt is open from 6/18/2018 to 6/25/18 at 9 p.m. CST. Be sure to have your prompt answered/finished by then. Anyone who edits after that time/date will unfortunately be disqualified.

[ultimate writer.]

[milo.]

Those Summer Nights -- Booty Swing - Parov Stelar

The apartment is stuffy with heat, and Steve has found himself slumped so far into his recliner that anyone who saw him may think he were literally melting into the upholstery. With head tipped back and muzzle pointed toward the ceiling, his chest heaves with a heavy sigh. He was used to this muggy heat, but it never got any easier. The only thing that remotely made it bearable anymore was the fan that whirred in the corner of the room, rotating and clicking with the motions as it blew about the air. It was their luck, of course, that the air conditioner would break during a heatwave, but there was something all too nostalgic about it that made Steve smile through his panting. They had suffered through worse heat than this, back in the day.

Steve recalls fondly how Bucky would go out of his way to get ice, and cold water. Wringing out cloths over the both of them - but Steve especially - until they were damp and chilled off. It was better than melting away with the heat-- but there were some good days in the dead of summer, where it cooled off in the evening and when the world seemed to tuck itself away in the shadows to escape what heat lingered. On evenings such as this, Bucky would saunter toward their phonograph and place a record on. He'd twirl toward Steve, who was more than likely panting away and laying sprawled out on the floor to try and cool down, and stride toward him with a shimmy of his shoulders the moment the music came to life.

Steve liked to complain a lot, grumpy as he was when he was smaller, but he could never deny his best friend when he dragged him up off the floor and whirled him about to dance along with the tune. By the end of the night, the laughter and joy certainly overrode the heat and misery, and it brought them both closer to one another. It was easy to see, that on nights such as this, their love began to blossom and flower-- hidden only by the prejudice of their era.

The front door swinging open has green mottled blues flicking toward the entrance, ears pricking before slicking back once more in exhaustion when he catches Bucky's scent. It's funny, how their roles had very seriously changed in the time they've known one another. Where Steve used to be the one to huff and groan about things, plaster on a grouchy expression and kvetch about someone or something, Bucky was now the one to generally waltz in with a sour expression. It didn't take all that much for Steve to honestly boost his mood, but the dynamic was certainly different, and it was a rare occasion to see the old Bucky shine through his stoic exterior.

Upon seeing his mate, Steve flashes the other a small smile - forced, only due to how sleepy the heat made him. Bucky returned the smile in kind, maw pulled taut as he slings his backpack off and allows it to drop to the floor in a heap. Only after Bucky had dropped himself down into the recliner adjacent does Steve pick himself up and make his way toward the dark male. With hands on either side of Bucky, rested on the arms of the recliner, the golden boy leans down to give his love a gentle peck-- a welcome home murmured against his lips. Bucky physically relaxes into his seat, smiling up at his mate adoringly as Steve pulls away and makes his way toward the rarely used phonograph in the corner of the room. He can hear Bucky groaning already, tipped off by a laugh only because he knows he can't argue himself out of some easy listening when it comes to Steve. Blues meet blues, and Steve places the needle down on a newer looking record.

"Where'd y'get that, doll?" Bucky asks curiously, small ears perking up as he watches the other closely. Steve merely grins, rolling his shoulders in a lazy shrug before making his way back toward Bucky-- he shimmies his shoulders and steps lightly, mirroring Bucky's own actions from their youth. It only takes a moment to click, and Bucky is rolling his eyes-- his smile, however, is wide and playful.

"Natasha gave it to me. Said I might like it," Steve admits, side-stepping closer as the music picks up in pace. "It's definitely interesting. Reminds me of when we used to make fools of ourselves in your Pa's livingroom." Steve stretches his paw toward the other, watching adoringly as Bucky chuckles at the memories and contemplates the outstretched paw. He takes it, finally, after another roll of his eyes, and Steve hardly hesitates to yank him out of the chair. He places them in the middle of the room, feet already tapping and body shifting to bounce them both about as he ignores Bucky's protests about it being too hot.

"Remember my seventeenth birthday? When we found your Pa's record collection and danced until the early morning while he was gone workin'?"

Bucky knits his brow, smile morphing into another playful smirk at the memory. "Yeah, and you tripped over the rug and put a hole through our wall with your thick skull?"

Steve scowls, but the corners of his maw are ticked up in a smirk as well. "Careful, Buck, or m'gonna put a hole through our wall with your thick skull."

The darker male rolls his eyes toward the ceiling, head shaking at the empty threat, but he's quickly yanked out of his thoughts of what type of quip he can respond with-- Steve has pulled him darn near across the room, and Bucky is actually, for once, having a hard time keeping up. Steve still has two left feet, he notices however, and the male can't help but feel a pang in his chest about it. He should have taught Steve to dance a long time ago... not that he could ever keep up with this fast paced swing music anyhow, but he should have shared his knowledge more - or better - many years ago. Steve notices the change of mood in the air, and just as he's done a hundred times before, he quickly defuses the situation as best he can.

"Hey, pal." Steve is panting, chest heaving as he pulls them about the room in elaborate movements. "I was thinkin'. There's a dance hall not far from here. They got a live band and all'at. Every Friday night." The golden boy pauses, breathing heavy as he admires Bucky's features-- he watches a varying amount of emotions flit across his mate's face before it finally settles on something playful. "Wanna be my date, Buck?"

"Yeah," Bucky reaches out, ruffling the other's hair. "Better you step all over my toes instead of on some poor dames."

"At least I'll have a date that stays 'til the end this time."

The banter continues, which is altogether familiar and welcome. They'd been doing this since their youth-- play arguing, dancing around and making fools of themselves, and the laughter. The dreadful heat of their summers were very nearly forgotten whenever they began to laugh and play. However, it was most certainly the summers that they would never forget either.


Steve belongs to me
Bucky belongs to james.
Natasha belongs to james.
(used with permission)




You're My Way Out -- Be There - Seafret

"I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you,"

Roman smiles gently, turning his head slightly to gaze at his Queen. She shuffles her shoulders, propping herself up on her elbows and humming softly at the warmth of the evening light that poured through the part in the curtains. Her smile is as beautiful as the setting sun itself-- a scene that Roman could never properly describe, as there were no words in any language that could properly convey just how breathtaking it was. The King watches her a moment, admiring her and taking her in before his gentle smile peels back into a fanged grin. A chuckle rumbles from his chest, followed shortly by a hiccup of his heartbeat when the woman finally turns her eyes on him. They are crystalline in the light, sharp and mesmerizing. Roman could never look away first, least he miss even a second of staring into those trusting blues.

She quirks a brow, as though to say; Yes, carry on.

"I was but a young man then, but I knew there was something so peculiar about you. Something special." Roman snakes an arm under the arch of her back, wrapping it around her waist so he could pull her closer. Pigeon laughs softly as her body is twisted, the sound causing Roman to release a small laugh in return. With an arm thrown over his chest and the other propping her up, the woman tosses her head to shift her hair. The length of her hair is draped, curtaining them, and Roman puffs air at the strands playfully. "I couldn't understand." he continues, the hand about her waist shifting so he could rub circles into the small of her back adoringly. "I had seen you being brought in. I had overhead some guards speaking, and curiosity got the better of me. And when I saw you... I thought to myself, how could they perform such a sinful act? As young as I was, even I knew it was sacrilege."

The Queen's brows knit in some confusion, head tilting so she could squint at him from the side.

"And what sinful act might this be?"

"Why," Roman presses on her back, pulling her closer so he could nuzzle his nose into her hair. "Caging an Angel, of course."

There's a pregnant pause, the only sound between them shared breath and shifting of bed sheets as Pigeon leans back to stare him down. The King laughs at her expression, nodding away to solidify his previous words. He told her nothing but the truth. Since the first day he had personally met her, Roman had never lied to her. And though many had questioned where his loyalties lie, the village was intelligent enough to realize true love when they were faced with it. The woman scowls playfully, swatting at his chest with a limp wrist as a breath puffs out in laughter. "You're ridiculous!"

"My darling, my Queen." Roman laughs, grabbing her hands in his own free one to rest against his chest lazily. "I've never advertised myself to be anything less. And besides," he smirks. "You wouldn't love me any other way."

The Queen hums in acknowledgment, agreeing silently as she shifts away from Roman to slip from the bed. Pigeon's nightgown billows out behind her as she approaches the window, parting the curtains and pushing on the panes of coloured glass to allow the cooling night air in the stuffy room. The strong scent of evening-primroses filters into the bedroom, heady and refreshing. The royal pair inhales simultaneously, sighing deeply with contentment. Roman takes to admiring his love once more, shifting the sheets so he can slide off the bed and make his way toward her silently. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Roman rests his chin on the woman's shoulder, smile never wavering as he turns his eyes from her beautiful features to the garden below their window. "The suncups are blooming beautifully this summer,"

Pigeon nods, lifting an arm so she can run her fingers through her King's crimson mohawk lovingly.

"The Queen of the Night flowers should bloom this year as well." she adds, tilting her head to press a chaste kiss to Roman's muzzle.

The male grins once more, ears slicking back against his skull as he tightens his grip around her midsection to hoist her up. A shriek of laughter escapes the woman as he swings her around, her legs curling beneath her to try and right her center of gravity as he carries her toward their large walk in closet, placing her down on her tip-toes carefully so as not to drop her unceremoniously on the rock flooring. She spins in his arms, arms wrapping around her King's neck so she may pull him down into an intimate embrace. Roman hugs her tightly to him, eyes shutting tight and a whisper of I love you's in her sleep mussed hair. "You," he breathes. "Are the only Queen of my nights. My days. And for the rest of my life. Those flowers bloom but once every couple years, and yet you... my darling bird, you have bloomed more beautifully than any flower ever will in our gardens."

Pigeon's breath hitches and Roman pulls away from her slightly, guiding her toward the vanity across the room to sit her down. The man raises a finger, indicating that he'd like for her to remain seated as he steps away. He returns a few short moments after, a deep red cushion in his palms with a velvet purple cloth on top. He motions toward the cushion with his muzzle, shifting his stance to place it before her on the desk. "It was the early summer when I first saw you, around this time of year actually, and I knew then that you were going to be my Queen one day." He removes the cloth to reveal a new circlet, polished and bedazzled with gems. "The Queen of the Night flowers bloomed that very evening, and it was a sign, certainly. You would be my Queen of the Night one day."

"You were very optimistic back then, what a laugh!" she jokes, though her voice is wispy with awe at the gift before her.

"The joke, my Queen, I believe is on you." Roman reaches forward to pluck the circlet from the cushion, placing it delicately atop her head despite the mess of her locks. "For now, here you sit. A Queen, befitting a King such as myself."

Pigeon rolls her eyes, though she reaches over her shoulder to grab for his paws, lacing their fingers together with a never wavering smile. "I'll be there." she whispers up at him, head leaning back so she could rest against his form. It was their version of I love you, something personal shared between them. Roman leans down to kiss the top of her head, hand giving hers a squeeze of reassurance. "I'll be there." he replies, smile slipping into something more playful as he quirks a brow down at her. "Maybe until you are old and grey."

Her scoff and swatting back at him has Roman guffawing openly, lithe body shifting away from her quickly to escape the chase that has begun in the bedroom, and poured into the corridors. Echoes of joy and laughter bounced off the stonework, the guards and servants exchanging glances as they prepared themselves for their long night ahead.


Roman belongs to me
Pigeon belongs to james.
(used with permission)




2500 words

[cyberdragon725]

Elephant, Elephant - Evelyn Evelyn

Pepper didn't know what to expect out of her first summer in the circus. Having to leave her home behind, she found herself feeling lonelier than ever. Despite the bright lights and the amazing performances that constantly surrounded her, this loneliness seemed to have no end in sight. Worrying about the viscling, Louis and Clark came up with a plan that this summer when the circus was scheduled to receive a young new elephant to train, Pepper would take care of her. The two became fast friends, performing and working together in shows!
(93/100)

Ride - Twenty One Pilots

Tabitha has been overworked recently. You see, with so much of her time being put to her kids as well playing in their band, she has found herself incredibly stressed. Noticing the exhausted appearance of her mate, Cadence suggested she try some different activities in order to help her loosen up. Though Tabitha struggled through many activities, none seemed to work as well as a morning run through the neighborhood. Now, each morning of the summer, Tabitha leaves the kids with Cadence for a quick run in the morning air with her headphones on.
(94/100)

Fly me to the moon/ Lucky - Sinatra, Jason Mraz, & Colbie Caillat Mashup

For Alakai, this was the summer that everything changed. Determined to spend more time with his best friend, the starry viscet came to a realization that she was far more than a friend to him. Struggling with a bit of inner turmoil, he can't seem to find the right time to confess. Luckily he doesn't have to. Aurora steps in and as the summertime continues, Alakai finds himself seeing a bit of Aurora in everything. Especially in the full moon shining through the reflections caused by the ice above his head.
(91/100)

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Years may pass and the world may change but one thing Charlie knows is how to appreciate the simple things in life. Nothing makes the old farmer feel more content that an afternoon spent with his mate Amarilla after a long day of work. Despite the dreams lost over time and the fact that his nieces has long since grown, leaving the pair alone, Charlie felt that he could have achieved nothing without the comforting support of his mate.
(73/100)

Ready As I'll Ever Be - Tangled The series Cast

Erebus, determined to return his mother to this world, has been hunting for the opportunity to finally strike. Now it seems the time has come as the world has entered an era of darkness and fear. After the fall of Kamali, the order of the guardians forcefully broke apart leaving Vixen to raise her son in hiding. Fauna is desperately searching for new members and finds one in the stranger, Obsidian. Meanwhile with Pele and Azrael locked away by the demons, Erebus has no one able to fight off his schemes. Soon, He will set his mother free.
(93/100)

Image 1 - Pepper

(Mentions Lewis and Clark)
Image 2 - Tabitha

Mentions Cadence
Image 3 - Alakai & Aurora
Image 4 - Charlie & Amarilla (owned by Dauntless Divergent and used with permission
Image 5 - Erebus, Vixen, Randy, Pele, Azrael, Fauna, & Obsidian

Mentions Kamali and Asher

[Unleashed Squiid]

Laughter lines—Bastille.

As you held me down, you said:
"I'll see you in the future when we're older
And we are full of stories to be told.
Cross my heart and hope to die,
I'll see you with your laughter lines."

Featuring Zenith, Decarus, and briefly Jae and Saphe.

This is Zenith’s summer song.

1
It was lonely, yes, but that was the life of a bounty hunter. Zenith worked alone, that was her largest and most concrete rule of thumb. The viscet was appalled when she read the letter proclaiming her temporary loss of freedom until a mysterious intergalactic code red prisoner was recaptured. She scowled at the parchment like it was poisoned and let out a huff. Because of this escapee, the viscet would have to work together with...other people, a feat that Zenith was certainly not prepared for or excited about. It wasn’t that she was a bad person, but in shortest form, the last company the young viscet had acquired in weeks had been two criminals, one marked a code yellow who had cried his way to jail, and the other a code grey who had fought until the end and made her trip quite miserable.

Perhaps this journey wouldn’t be so obnoxious to her had it not been during her single annual break, but now, since she was forced against her will, this would be one interesting and quite unpleasant summer. With a final annoyed grumble, she soared over to the governmental galactic headquarters.

2
The man had a sad but charming smile. He gazed deep into her eyes, the warmth burning straight through the evening chill of the over air-conditioned space craft and deeper still, through the frosty walls she had raised to distance herself from the others. It was unlike her to blush, but the blood rushed into her cheeks anyways, and Ze found herself pasting a shy smile upon her face in return.

The young viscet found herself questioning everything she once knew, and suddenly the terrible reality of being forced to work together on this mission seemed tolerable. If other people seemed this friendly, there wouldn’t be a problem.

This man was either a soldier, a bounty hunter like herself, or a police officer. That was why he had been called by the galactic government to run this mission. Looking closer, she glimpsed his badge: a police officer after all.

The two’s eye contact was short lived however, for soon after, the intercom beeped, and a galactic officer stepped into to the room to give command. Zenith listened intently as the names were called to assign the groups, a team of four people that would be working together until the intergalactic code red prisoner was captured. The sound lulled on, and the GG rambled on about the reasons and precautions taken in assigning each group. After what felt like an eternity, Zenith was assigned to team green.

Upon walking into the assigned quarters, she took a step back in shock upon seeing the man. Her mouth opened then closed, and she felt quite flustered. A strange desire to punch him in the jaw occurred as she knew no other reaction to this occurrence. In the end though, self control found itself dominant and she introduced herself to the rest of her new team. Saphe, a cop, Felix, a soldier, and Decarus, the man with the sad smile.

They stood around awkwardly for a while, but soon decided to rest, for the next day would be their first official day as a team, working to capture one of the most dangerous villains in the galaxy.

3
He picked the band, he actually did. Zenith was never quite the fangirl or the band geek but she did appreciate good music when she heard it. A bittersweet song filled her ears as team green flew in a single, expensive, ad luxuriously high-tech government-assigned ship. It had been silent until Decarus, the pilot had put on an album, and now there were soft, bored hums and feet tapping the metal floor.

Zenith smiles softly to herself and looked up to see Decarus with a grin on his face as well. He winked and then focused his gaze back on the flight.

Zenith wondered how long she would be here. The crew wasn’t half bad. Though it wouldn’t be changing her mind about working solo in the future, she definitely knew that this was tolerable. Maybe, if they were lucky, she would miss them.

For now though she sat and soked in the lyrics of this tune.

Cross my heart and hope to die,
I'll see you with your laughter lines.

4
—one month later—
The battle was suddenly upon them. Their ship screamed, it’s metal pieceed and falling from the sky, and with it came the shrieks of the world. She saw her crew’s open mouths, and knew she too was crying out with fear.

The world spun and shook, but the only thing in her brain was those stupid song lyrics.

I'll see you in the future when we're older
I want to live,
I'll see you in the future when we're older
Please...
I'll see you in the future when we're older

She soon woke up, shaking in the rubble of the ship. Her friends were gone. In and out of reality she fluttered for what must have been a while. She opened her eyes to sunlight, blinked, and was suddenly greeted with shadows. This cycle repeated itself.

Soon, she felt well enough, or perhaps desperate enough, to stand up and scout out her position. Suddenly a ship soared overhead followed by more rumbling and what sounded like gunfire. Zenith hit the floor as an explosive rattled a few yards away. She began to shake. What was going on?

She noticed a gun on the ground after the own in her belt had proven to be missing, and dove for it, realizing a second too late that it was clasped in the grip of another viscet. Zenith started back, but she was mid leap and the most her pull could do was land alert, ready to attack. There was no need though, for a sickening sight crossed her eyes instead of a frightening one. There, a single arm lay stretched upon the ground.

Disgusted but desperate, the viscet plucked it up, and marched on her way. Drones soared overhead, and she gasped in awe at the raging battle. Hundreds of ships were flocked in the sky attacking each other, and it was nearly blinding how many lasers lit up the dawn morning. Zenith would never have guessed that a criminal, even a code red one, would have such an impressive army to his name. It was honestly quite frightening.

In the shadows she glimpsed a figure, posed in the cool air defensively, and like a spotlight illuminating the grand performer on a stage, his face echoed inside her brain. It was the prisoner. Her heart rose to her throat. But then she also saw a viscet behind this figure, holding a weapon of some kind. Did the code-red know of the attacker's position? Did he see through the ploy?

Before Zenith could see the situation play out, she was thrown off of her feet by another nearby explosion, and by the time her head cleared, and her eyes were able to focus, the flag of her allies had been lifted into the sky.

Cross my heart and hope to die,

5
And like that, so fast, so certain, it was over. The death tolls were in the hundreds, so she had heard, and there was a heavy silence which hung over the GG headquarters. Unlike their last meeting, the tone was solemn.

None of her crewmates—none of the green team—had shown themselves in the office yet, and all of the surrounding gazes were focused on the single entrance for friends return. Zenith found herself listening to Decarus’ song over and over on loop, tears in her eyes.

But then, oh then, was the moment in which she lost it. He walked into the room, his fur burned in sickening patches, and an unholy amount of scars dripping from his forehead. Without even consciously acting, Zenith found herself across the room and in a massive hug with her friend.

Eyes wet, and breath shaky, her fingers softly traced his jawline, and she soaked in each twist and curve of his face with her delicate gaze. The shadow of longing hit her heart but she knew this was not a universe in which good things happened to good people. Perhaps if this were another world where the echoes of their conflicting jobs did not snap their path in two, or a world in which the beginning flecks of greys on his muzzle did not reflect the youthful shine on her own face, it would be so. Yet the touch of her fingers against his face was enough for the two to confirm the finale of their union.

Her joy for his life and her tears were enough for her to convey all emotions, and when her voice had faltered, the softly put her headphones over his nicked ears, and played the song one last time, just for him.

Somewhere deep down Ze knew this would not be the last she would see of his, but now, in this moment, they would turn their backs on each other, and fade away into the long grasp of darkness. It was lonely, yes, but that was the life of a bounty hunter.

[fromage]

I have gotten permission to have alternative take on the prompt due to my deafness by Strudel and Mint Chip!

I have gotten help from Milo on choosing songs for this prompt, thank you so much again, dude!! <3

My lyrics for this section will be Moving Mountains by The Brevet!

For first time in two years of his resurrection, Frankie found himself outside, sun shining hotly on his stitched body. The snow that climbed his hind leg contrasted in temperature. It was summer, sure, but the snow never disappear in Rironk, and that's what he loved about living here. The heat in his mind, and cold in his soul related with this weather. For longest time he had hated the world for befalling the fate upon him that led him into his death. Then he hated Juno for resurrecting him, leaving him in this ugly body. Why could she bring him back to life, but not give his beautiful body back?

Piper was a shining beacon in his life, and still is, when he first saw her. He felt the need to protect her. The girl was so carefree, clumsy, and too trusting. He first thought the scientist were manipulating her, using her for experiments, but he discovered that he was wrong. Ditzy as Piper can seem to be, everything she did was of her own will. Still, he hid in the attic for weeks, struggling with self identity. With the new body and chance at life, he couldn't regain the use of basic motor skills. His body was awfully empty of organs and replaced with artificial ones. Who was he anymore? Not Fernand Lovell, the duke that loved the wrong prince, but some.. some weeping soul.

"Frankie," the first time he heard that name, he wished it was his, it felt right. "Frankie!! You silly butt, stop moping!!" Happiness filled his artificial heart right when he realized it was directed at him, it was first time he felt genuinely happy when he saw Piper in the attic door. The kid didn't drag him out like he'd expected of her giddy personality, she simply sat beside him with bunch of odd devices. She'd explain about something called "virtual reality", being a man that died before technology was invented; it was foreign to him. Despite not having real heart; he couldn't deny her of her excitement to involve him in one of her hobbies.

With the headset firmly set in place over his head, paws stuffed into pair of gloves that she called "controllers". Frankie found himself in strange, colored land with mountain towering tall above him as if they're about to come crashing down and send him to his death, again. It terrified him, he tried to take the headset device off; but he felt pair of paws stopping him from doing so.

"Wait until I'm in it!!" Piper exclaimed, and only thing he found he could do while waiting is stare at purple grass to avoid reminding himself of the possible demise above him. It took a minute for her to seemingly appear in front of him, bouncing excitedly. She looked exactly the same as she did in reality, just.. less robotic looking. "Watch this!!"

Frankie watched as she sweep her arm across the air; sending the mountains scattering into pieces away from them. All around them were a plain, vast land. She then picked up one of the bigger pieces, squeezing it once to turn it into a block. Onto the ground, she'd throw her paw up in the air to turn a single block of stone into a massive tower. He was entranced by this, how it was possible for there to be something like this, the game itself?

"I used to have so much things done here, but I restarted the game because I want to rebuild everything with you! It would be so much fun!!" Piper rambled on and his mind stuck on the word; rebuild. That's right, Piper, not only is ditzy, she's also smart. She wouldn't say it outright, but he knew the truth now. She's willing to be here for him, to help him rebuild his second chance at life. Be it moving mountains, building a tower out of stones, chilling the heat in his mind, warming up the ice in his soul, she's here thick and thin.

"Piper, I've always appreciated you." Frankie says as he catches the girl bouncing out, flopping onto the snow excitedly. She propped her head to look at him. "Patient, understanding, and showing me how to embrace life again." The man sighs out, gazing up at the clear, perfect blue sky with newfound appreciation of it after staring at seafoam green sky in their virtual reality for so long.

"Don't be so mushy on me now!! Come on, come on! Let's celebrate your first time outside!!" Piper grabs his paw, dragging him as she rushed forward through the snow. He struggled to catch up until he was able to follow along on his legs at silimiar pace. She pointed out so much things to him, pointless things but it meant so much to him. He spent half of his life in prison country, full of violence and destruction, he'd forgotten how beautiful nature is outside of Silvmor and never got the chance to remember when he died. Simplest of things such as funnily shaped twig buried in snow surrounded with berries resonated with him, just knowing a mother bird would be there to pick up the twig to add to her nest, she'd return for the berries to feed her babies,

After a long trek across Rironk, it became nighttime very quickly. He continued to find appreciation in looking at nightsky, dotted with stars, and moon capturing the attention. Piper moved his head to look opposite direction, and he just had to stand there for a long time to admire the aurora borealis. He had to ask himself why he hadn't stepped outside right when he got resurrected? He had to stay in hiding for two years, for what?

"Don't be scared anymore, Frankie. I was scared of living at first, but you just need to find littlest things nice, and then everything will be alright." As if reading his mind, Piper responded. She was right, always right. She's always his shining beacon in this new life, a little sister to protect and love. He feels something wet drip down his face, he knows he's crying, purely out of newfound appreciation for life.

"Eww!" She exclaims, reaching up to touch his tears, pulling back with grimace. Frankie immediately looks at her paw to see some sort of thick, grey substance covering her claws. He laughs for first time in a long time, throwing his head back. His paws move up to clean his face before he made eye contact with her.

"Didn't you say I should find littlest things nice? That's just my rotting body fluid, Piper, if you find it nice; then it'll be alright." He parrots back much to her dismay. With a grumble, she uses the snow to clean her paw before slouching with her arms crossed. It was gross, he knows, rotting body fluid isn't something he'd like to come in contact with either, but he just had to tease her. He reaches up to mess her mane up, making her whine before he enveloped her in a tight hug; being careful not to break her.

A shining beacon, indeed, he wouldn't give her up for anything else, not even his old royalty life back.
[1222 words]

Viscets used, all mine:
Juno Atrlee
Piper Atrlee
Frankie Atrlee

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My lyrics for this section will be Three Little Birds by Bob Marley!

"Lynne, why are you picking up feathers?" Hoku asked, squinting at cluster of seagull feathers her sister is holding, and adding more to it. The viscet just smiled with a shrug, the younger just let silence happen as she followed alongside. Their cousin trailed behind them admiring seashells. The fiery viscet couldn't really tell why they were taking their sweet time, especially how Maile picked up a shiny seashell, exclaiming about how perfect it was.

"Alright, here we are." Lynne said as they reached their secret spot, leaning down to pick her sister up as they wadded through the water; being careful not to let water touch Hoku. Once they got inside, she let the kid down on rocky ground. Maile opted to lie in the swallow water, cleaning her shell carefully. The older viscet used a kelp to tie cluster of feathers together, setting them aside as she sat down on the smooth rock nearby.

The silence continued as Hoku picked up a pebble, beginning to draw on the rocky ground, simply doing a fish she saw before they entered the cove. Her older sister watched on, smiling fondly at how close it resembled the actual fish, the kid was talented. Despite not being blood related, she took after their grandma who loved to paint.

"Hoku. Sometimes you just have to appreciate little things, even if they seem pointless. My girlfriend is very interested in birds, so instead of getting her flowers.. I'm getting her feathers. That way they never wither, nor need water. Canary can find ways to use the feathers, put them behind her ear, make decoration, or something. It may not seem much, but I know Canary will appreciate the thought, and that's what counts." Lynne explained with a loving expression on her face, sighing briefly, "because if Aeoria becomes Silvmor, all destruction and violence, leaving us homeless and struggling to survive. We will lose sight on what's important and lose ourselves."

The older viscet moves her line of sight to Maile, still admiring her shell but listening to the explanation. "In midst of war, there's still things good to keep our heads clear and hearts pure. Even if littlest things such as listening to birds sing, catching a sight of rainbow, counting stars in nightsky."

Hoku frowned as she thought about it, scratching the ground with a pebble to draw birds, rainbow, and stars as her sister talked. "What if it's what gets us killed? Appreciating little things too much?"

"It will be them who become evil, if we stay pure, we can find peaceful places like Utopia." Maile chirped in, looking up with a smile, "I picked this shell up because ma would like how shiny it is." Her mother would totally make a necklace with it and value it as much as a diamond jewelry set.

"So you're saying we just lie down and die?" The fiery viscet still didn't get it, why was it so bad to fight back? If they attacked them, it isn't illegal to fight back, or is it? She knew she was putting a damper on the mood inside this little secret hangout cove but she wanted to understand things.

"Not exactly," Lynne sighed, knowing it'd be hard explaining things like this to Hoku sometimes, "I mean, we can defend ourselves, but there's a reason viscets are being sent to Silvmor. They let the negative corrupt their souls, making them lash out against the system. If we kept our positivity, just maybe we can show them that it's not a bad thing to appreciate life even if it throws bad happenings at you. The fate probably had other plans for us, what they thought would be better for us. It's a way to give thanks, by appreciating what life created in your path in an attempt to cheer you up."

"..Like Canary?" The younger sister asked, wondering if it will help her understand the meaning of appreciating life topic.

Lynne's longtime boyfriend had died in a terrible incident, it had left her heartbroken and despondent for a years; believing she had no chance at finding a partner anymore. Their aunt had brought the family to her workplace; there Lynne ran into an officer, and as the viscet had said; 'the rest is history'.

Lynne smiled fondly, gazing at the cluster of feathers, nodding. "Yes, like Canary." Hoku just made a small noise as she continued to draw things with the pebble, not exactly understanding yet except that she's aware and understood why she's drawing the shell Maile has on paw. She loves her cousin, and she had to admit; she agreed that the shell is very pretty.

There was a silence in the cove once again, Lynne watching her sister adding Maile to the shell. She waited until Hoku was content with result of it to pipe another example in.

"Like you with drawing." Her older sister said, she looked up, confusion plastered on her face, "when things are tough or confusing, you draw. If you draw for others, they'd appreciate it even if it's a simple doodle. It would mean a lot because you thought it would cheer them up, it's the thought that what counts."

"Yeah! I still keep doodles you made for me!" Maile chirped in once more, offering a grin, causing her cousin's eyes to widen in instant understanding.

"Oooh!" Hoku stood up, processing the conversation a little more before bouncing, "I get it! I get it!" She bounced off the rocky ground to lunge at Lynne who caught her with ease; wrapping the kid up in a hug. Maile rushed out of the water at arm stretch from the older viscet to join in the hug.
[953 words]

Viscets used, all mine:
Lynne Tilo
Hoku Tilo
Maile Tilo
Canary BelMonte

[Mint Chip]

marking;; so I can keep track of the prompts c:

[Pacsaj]

Res!! Wow these kiddos are gorgeous

[dzo]

Jackson ||| Lovesick Blues ||| Hank Williams

“I got a feelin’ called the blues...” Jackson sung out, placing his paws on his porch railing. He paused to look around. It was a bright summer day, yet nobody was outside. He was alone. “...oh lord, since my baby said goodbye.” He looked down to the patches of light green grass settled within boarders of tan- what little grass was still green was on the verge of becoming dry and crunchy like the rest of the lawn. His was the only like that- he didn’t bother keep the long grass cut, the bushes trimmed, or even the weeds tamed.

“Lord I don't know what I'll do,” Jackson looked up to the sky, almost as if he was crying for help instead of singing. The blue viscet most certainly had the blues, and so didn’t really care to sing the song well, more so he just sung half the lyric and cried the rest out. He put his singing on hold to observe the clouds slowly drifting in.

“All I do is sit and sigh, "Oh Lord,"” Jackson repositioned himself in a slouch with his arms resting on the railing instead of gently grasping it. He paused his ‘singing’ once again to fiddle with his paw and shake his head in disbelief of how pathetic he was. “The last long day she said goodbye- Well Lord I thought I would cry.” He actually sung out, not just simply speaking the words. “Gosh I’m gonna cry now,” he choked out in a faint whisper and began humming the next few lines.

He started back up again transitioning from a hum to words. “hhhgh hate to think it's all over; I've lost my heart it seems.” Jackson vocalized with emotion while tried to hold back tears. He flicked his tail and looked up, the clouds had gotten darker and started in more of a roll than a drift. “I've grown so used to you somehow,” he said blankly, half mumbling the words, “Well I'm nobody's sugar daddy now- And I'm lo-o-nesome, I got the lovesick blues.” He continued, only really caring to fully say the words ‘lonesome’ and ‘lovesick blues.’ The light gray clouds had quickly covered the once beautiful blue sky. Jackson watched a neighbor peep her head out a window, she looked around and showed a worried look when she saw Jackson outside. He could see she was concerned, but he ignored it. When she stuck her head back inside and left out of sight, he tapped his foot in anticipation as he waited until he knew she wasn’t lurking.

“Well I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal- That's what's the matter with me,” He sung aloud as he tapped his paws on the railing, giving himself a beat to sing to. It started to sprinkle rain slightly and continued to rain down more and more until it eventually became a drizzle, a shower, and then an absolute downpour. “Well I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal- But she don't care about me!” Jackson bobbed his head slightly as he continued to sing, not even noticing the heavy rain or the sudden gusts of strong wind.

“Lord I tried and tried to keep her satisfied, but she just wouldn't stay!” He began to sing louder, competing with the rain for sound. “And now that she is leaving this is all I can sayyyyyy:” Jackson continued with a slight growl, adding anger into the complex mix of emotion that escaped through his tone of voice.

Once again, Jackson halted his singing. His head darted from left to right and back again as he acknowledged the rain pouring down, but he didn’t really care. He now knew why nobody was outside on the beautiful day- the weather had warned a huge storm coming in. Though he hadn’t known this as he didn’t bother watch anything on TV other than pulpy shows that could be comparable to the quality of fish food depending on who you ask. After taking a step back to get under the overhang and not be rained on, Jackson continued his song. “I got a feeling called the blues, oh lord, since-” Yet again he interrupted himself, this time to step back into the rain. Something about feeling the drops hit him felt strangely good, cleansing even. “-my baby said goodbyeee.” He continued, being showered with rain droplets.

Taking a glimpse at the heavy clouds overhead in a plea, he endured through the sharp piercing drops of briskly falling precipitation that pelted his face. “Lord I don't know what I'll do, All I do is sit and sigh, "oh Lord."” He put his head back down to view all the houses and the puddles forming in front of them. He smiled as he saw his own lawn getting watered plenty- that was now just something he did not have to do, not that he was worried about getting that done, he wouldn't have watered the lawn even if it did not rain. “That last long day she said goodbye, Well Lord I thought I would cry!” He started to to transition into a whistle and then maintained that whistle along with the tapping of his fingers on the railing for the next few lines.

“I hate to think it all over, I've lost my heart it seems!” He blurted out suddenly in song. Surprised by how loud he sung that out, he moved back slowly to stand against the side of his house where not many would see him if they gazed out their window. He looked around just in time to see a house light pop on. Horrified of being seen, he threw himself to the ground and hunkered down as tightly compacted as he could get with his head as low as he could stretch his neck. For a few minutes he sat in a growing puddle of rainwater on his front porch. It was more important to him to not have the neighbors know he was singing- let alone yodeling- than it was keeping his pelt nice and clean.

Jackson hesitantly peeked up from his hiding to see a few more lights on and some curtains pulled aside to figure out what was happening outside. The downpour had slowed down in the few minutes he sat. He debated what to do, but in impulse he shot up and continued to sing. Not like how he had been singing most of the time, but louder and more confident. “I've grown so used to you somehow,” he could see another light turn on. “Lord I'm nobody's sugar daddy now!” Jackson watched two people open their windows and peak outside. Their houses were fairly close together, and he was practically screaming the lyrics. “And I'm lo-o-nesome!” He could tell this would make for awkward conversations later. “I got the lovesick blues!” Before abruptly walking back inside, he was able to catch a few faces staring at him with either confusion or complete awe. He couldn't really tell, but he didn't really care.

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Zakiyah ||| A Forgotten Dynasty ||| J.T. Peterson

“I once heard a song, a regular song.
When I heard it I knew-
I knew I preferred listening to nothing at all.
On that day my soul grew silent.

Deep into my dark silence of mind,
An echo murmured back the song
It yelled the tune louder,
To warn me about the silence.

And so I screamed, 'What do you want?
But the echo didn’t reply.
I enjoyed this noiseless time,
As my mind always strays to silence.

A few moments passed, and I found myself in a new place.
The echo brought me here, but where was here?
Was it my own mind?
I could see my thoughts.

It was a room of darkness: lots and lots of black.
Words and pictures were plastered on the walls.
Thoughts, memories, words,
But they were all all fading away.

In that room I looked around.
All the pictures were gray and full of holes.
I realized that this was what I was losing.
This was what I stopped remembering.

The room started to spin, the words turning to goo.
The liquid climbed down the walls and onto me.
Covering my body, it held me as prisoner.
The goo screamed the percussion at me with a makeshift mouth.

Within the blink of an eye it disappeared.
The room was completely dark.
I could see nothing.
But then I saw something.

Words, appearing on the walls.
But they were different than before.
They were no words, no they were sounds, they were music.
The walls turned to infinite halls, all sporting the tune.

And with a last whisper, the echo quoted
‘Death shall bring silence.
Silence shall bring death.’
And I was home.”

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Periwinkle ||| Eye of The Tiger ||| Survivor

“Its the... eye of the tiger its the cream of the fight!!” Periwinkle yelled as he shot into the kitchen, sliding onto counter while jamming out playing the air guitar.

“Periwinkle. Periwinkle. Periwinkle!” Sylvain screamed to grab his friend’s attention. Periwinkle essentially was in his own little world, focused more on singing than anything else around him.

“What!?” He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed his friend dared bother him, knowing he doesn’t like to be disturbed.

“T-Th-Those aren’t the right lyrics...” Sylvain hunkered down, recognizing the fact that he would be accused of lying.

“Well... well... thats preposterous! That simply cannot be, my friend!” He said in a tone that almost made him sound smart and sure of himself, but not quite.

“How come?” Sylvain leaned back, raising his eyebrows in preparation for whatever outrageous excuse that would soon exit his friends mouth.

“I saw it in a lyric video online, so it has to be right!” He raised his tone to sound righteous and unbeatable.

“Who made this... lyric video, Periwinkle?” Sylvain questioned, rolling his eyes. “Was it the artists of the song?”

“I do not know, but I don’t think so!” Periwinkle exclaimed with an ignorant smile on his face. “However, the video is almost ten years old! It has millions of views! If it was wrong, don't you think it would have been taken down by now?”

“Technically you should be correct on that, but you simply are not. Here! Let me show you!” Sylvain motioned Periwinkle over to his computer and pulled up the song. He played the part of the video that had those lyrics a few times over, and then started saying the lyrics over and over until Periwinkle could properly hear and acknowledge what it truly said. “Its the, eye of the tiger its the thrill of the fight,” The two fully grown, adult viscets stood hovering over Periwinkle’s desktop computer pronouncing the lyrics repeatedly until Periwinkle stopped singing to think. He was awfully silent and still for a while, the only movements he made were his eyes that were darting around as he simply “stared off into space” and wasn’t actually paying attention to what he was looking at, and also his fingers in which he tapped the desk. He stood there a short while, shook all of his body as to shake out of thought, and then he spoke. “Huh, thats a kinda weird, but whatever though!” He shrugged. “It’s still a really good song!”

And with those words, Periwinkle launched himself up onto the surface of the sturdy wooden desk, air guitaring his way through rest of the song while it played through on youtube.

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Ornalla ||| Tomorrow ||| Alicia Morton

Ready to circle the planet once again, the large hidden moon rose forth, breaking “The Free,” which is when there exists nothing but stars and also distant planets in the visible sky. The huge moon- which was, in fact, much larger than our moon- drifted around the planet during its eternal night, appearing to engulf the celestial bodies it simply only blocked. The moon was not bright, but instead completely shadowy, therefore when it took over the sky, blocked out all the stars and created a circle of a dark black void. There was no light source to shine on the moon or give heat off to the planet, and so instead heat of the planet was derived not from a sun, but actually its own core. It burned hot and heated the ground to a nice warm temperature. The temperature was not suitable for life long-term, which was why, other than occasional short-term visitors, it was completely deserted. Under the stars a female viscet was settled down next to her smoldering fire, one that for the most part failed because there was simply not enough material to keep it alive.

“The sun will come out, Tomorrow” the viscet sung the song to herself faintly, but differently: not in its usual tone, instead much slower which gave it a more sad tone than the usual optimism that song beamed. She was lying to herself, for she new she wouldn’t see the sun she knew for a long time.

“So ya gotta hang on til tomorrow” She whispered, looking up to try to make out which little dot was her own planet. In this sky, it was just another "star," but to her it was everything. Her small fire crackled with a pop, and so, parting with her gaze, she looked down and contemplated how she could get it going back up again. It was colder than she was used to, and it would have been nice to at least have a mediocre fire.

“Come what may...” She tried to hold the tears and emotion back. "But this is a happy song..." She considered, continuing to sing while poking at the embers. "So why am I so sad?"


“Tomorrow...” She knew the answer.
“Tomorrow...” It was obvious.

“I’ll love ya, tomorrow...” Ornella broke her gaze, looking from the stars onto the harsh rock. She placed her paw on her heart, feeling it beat.

“You're always a day away...” She said with a quivering lip. Ornella couldn’t take it anymore, and after the last word was sung she burst into tears. He was so far away. He was back home, and she was here- alone.

“Tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll love you, tomorrow...” She sobbed, then paused for as long as it would take to wipe away tears, blink a few times, and sigh deeply. “You're always a day away.” She half-sung half-choked out. She didn’t want to wait to tell her mate how much she loved him. She didn’t want to wait to tell him how sorry she was for taking off so suddenly. She wanted to say it to him now. If she could have, she would have, but it was only too unfortunate that she was hundreds of thousands miles away.

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[G1 Sunstreaker]

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