[cloven]

Username: Disreputable
Name: Lilenger
Gender: female
Prompt: - What makes this Kal feel nostalgic?
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Lilies give her the greatest of nostalgia...a long time ago, when Lilenger was small, her mom would always take her out of the suburbs and they’d go to large, unending fields of lilies. Her mother would make small flower crowns and teach her all about how lilies are the plants that could make the most sour of folks happy.

The hours would seem like eternities and lilenger and her mother would bask in the sunlight and glory of the lilies. They did this for years and years: eternity after eternity. Lilenger aged in a way that would make any mother proud. She was successful and always busy helping others, but she always had time to see lilies with her mom. After so many countless eternities they were stopped by some force nothing could hide from and Lilenger brought her mom a bouquet of lilies one last time.

You can’t look at a lily without seeing her mother’s eyes. Without seeing her smile and feeling the warm summer air. You can’t smell its perfumes without feeling the hug of her mother. And I bet Lilenger cannot either.

[hxneystorm]

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username: honeystorm.wishes
name: ella jae
gender: cis female
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ella's hair fell loosely over her face, her striped tongue poking through her
lips as she hauled a second cardboard box that had been marked 'college' i
nto her arms, her brows furrowed in concentration. she nudged her bedroo
m door open with her shoulder, attempting to unsuccessfully blow a lock of
hair from her face as she headed downstairs to her car, passing her mother
(who was currently standing on her toes to reach the top shelf) on the way
past. pushing the car boot ajar once again with her elbow, she dunked the
box into the boot, shaking her hair free from her face and tucking it behind
her ear in a more comfortable manner as she padded back inside.

why she hadn't pulled the entire thing into a bun and chose to leave a dec
ent portion of her fringe out, she didn't know, but it was annoying the hell
out of her right at that very second, and she was in the middle of making a
mental note to fix that as soon as she damn well could.

scoffing as she passed the kitchen once more to see her mother now stand
ing on a stool, ella shook her head, a soft laugh leaving her lips as she wat
ched her mother struggle to reach her favourite tea-cup amongst the rest,
the older kalon's tail swaying furiously behind her.

"mum, do you need any help there?"

"no, ella, it's fine- i've got this..."

"...are you sure?"

"yes, yes, i'm sure! just-" a grunt, "go finish packing your stuff into y'car. i'll
be there in a bit."

ella rolled her eyes, giving a brief, "alright, i'll take your word for it," in res
ponse to her mother's words before walking back upstairs to gather the last
of her boxes. however, when she reached her room, her gaze fell to a purpl
e rectangular shaped object where behind the boxes were previously sitting
within the diminishing mess of her bedroom. walking toward it, she dropped
down, her tail now aimlessly swishing over the faded carpet, her head tilted
out of pure curiosity. brows furrowing, ella picked up the object, almost dro
pping it when she realised what it was.

her old ds, in perfect (well, almost. both screens and the top of the lid were
dusted with scratches, and the right hand speaker's plastic seemed a little c
racked but whatever) working condition now sat in her paws. she hadn'
t seen the little console in years, and suddenly finding it just as she was mo
ving out was- it was almost like a breath of fresh air.

the dark-coloured kalon glanced over at the few remaining boxes and sighed,
taking a moment to come to the decision to leave that as a problem for futu
re ella. jumping back onto her bed, the covers already tousled from boxes p
reviously stacked on there, ella opened the ds and flicked the power switch,
the opening chime ringing through her ears. the next few moments felt like
a blur as the game chip that was in there loaded up, the all too familiar pix
ellated opening title sending her swimming back into her memories, her pup
ils dilating and ears pricking as a familiar warmth came rushing over her.

'animal crossing: wild world' loaded up, her old save file she has started about
eight years ago still within the game's files. she pulled out the stylus from th
e side of the console, tapping on her profile and watching the game come to
lIfe around her. her village was half empty by now, many of the villagers hav
ing left in her absence. her mailbox was filled with letters, the flowers she h
ad planted around her house were wilted and brown.

however, this didn't deter ella from being determined to fix it. pulling out h
er watering can, she wandered around, watering the flowers and talking to
anyone she came across. she emptied her mailbox, sold a few unnecessary
things, changed up her overall look and the aesthetic of her house within th
e matter of the hour, nostalgia bringing her back to all those nights she wou
ld spend awake playing this game and bringing things to perfection.

she found herself humming along with the backing track after fifteen minut
es, not wanting to put the console down and continue her work, purely bec
ause she was too wrapped up in how good this game made her feel about h
erself. she could look after her own town, be able to talk to a bunch of cut
e animals, run businesses and talk to her friends in ways that were enlighte
ning to a twelve year old ella- an ella that found enjoyment in fantasies of
far away lands and towns and villages unlike her own.

this game was her childhood, she reminded herself, and despite being in he
r first year of college now, she wasn't planning on leaving that behind again.

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[Stephaaa]

Username: stephaaa
Name: neptune
Gender: female
Prompt: - What makes this Kal feel nostalgic?
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It's so dark at night. It's amazing to see everything at sleep. Even the street lights are off, most broken and flickering. I huddle my scarf up to my mouth, it's so cold. Just get home. Sleep. Wait till morning. Easy enough, though I can't stop thinking about the cold. I bump into a pole and shriek as I fall into the snow. Come on! Please nature just leave me be.

As I get up, something glimmers. What is that? It's so strange since there is no light, other than the moon creeping behind some buildings. I dig through the snow. It's thin, like paper. I manage to grab it with my mits. It's a blank, white piece of paper. I then turn it around, and see something delightful. I stop for a moment. Is it really it? I walk to a flickering post and look at it again. It really is. The poster had these funny, cute characters, all in cute little cars. The racing game I used to play when I was younger! I couldn't believe it. It was so fun, I played it with all of my friends, my siblings. I was never good (always getting last), but I remember I always liked this one bunny character with a cute button nose. And there it was. Smiling in a little pink cart.

I look around. It's so weird to see a poster like this. The game ended a long time ago, you can't find it anywhere. No one sells it anymore. Perhaps it's an old poster that flew away from a shop. I shove it in my bag and keep walking home. Strange stuff happens.

I see a patch of ice, and try to avoid it. Crack. I try to get out but all of a sudden I'm in this pool of darkness. What? Am I falling? And then I see a small glowing figure. It's the poster, floating beside me.

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What? Where am I? It's still dark, but I am not where I was. I'm in a different place. There are crowds cheering. Then I finally see something.
"Are you ready to race?" Someone asks me.

"What?" I look down. I am not myself. I am indeed a small bunny. It shocks me. I think I'm inside the game.
I teleport to the road. I have familiar characters beside me, the ones I used to play long ago. I am in a pink little cart. The road is on a beach, one of those maps I particularly enjoyed. I see the crowds. Is this real?

Before I can think a light appears with a count down. 3..2...1... GO!
Everyone blasts off. How do I control this thing? I slam the pedal and I'm off. The wheel is so sensitive. That's probably why I lost. I speed up and the wind crashes on to me. I drive through the sand, a few crabs popping out. Splash! I drive through the water and mist flies. I catch up to a few characters and bump their cars. They give me a funny face. At least I'm passing a few, I doing better than I ever have before. Here comes my favourite part. You go underwater, and your car turns into a submarine. Little fish and coral pass by, and sometimes even turtles and sharks. It's so wild.

The first place character is up ahead. It's an orange cat with a stubby face. That cat was always hard to pass. I bump it a few times trying to push by it. The finish line is so close, I gotta win. I do a hard bump and manage to pass the cat a little bit. The finish line is right there. Just one more nudge..

Pop. It's so dark. Wait, this is familiar. I'm back here again, near the flickering light. I look for the poster in my bag and in the snow, but it's no where to be seen. I walk back home in bewilderment, though the beach breeze still clung to me.

[2246]

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i need her

[Xenohazard]

Username: The Hermit
Name: --
Gender: Female
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WIP

[Namida_☾]

Username: Namida_☾
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[MotherMother]

Mark!!

[VanossGaming]

VanossGaming//Andi//Female//Old Song Nostalgia

𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠

• My name is Andi Lee
• I own a beaten down car
• I drive it every day
• It doesn't have a radio
• The images keep flashing
• I can't help but remember
• The songs in my head won't stop playing
• Even though I don't have radio

𝑆𝑜 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡

Andi sighed, setting down her journal to the left side of her bed. Another quiet night, another songless day. Her car's radio and cd player had shorted out earlier that week. It was an old car so it wasn't uncommon for it to break down and make things harder. The car dealership had said that they couldn't fix the broken radio and chances were that she'd have to buy a new one and install it herself along with a new cd player. However there was only one thing that she couldn't get back from that broken radio. When the radio had shorted out it had fried the cd player with it. Within the player had been a mixtape from her father that he had made for her. A collection of old songs that they used to listen to together when she was younger, up until she moved out of the house. She had been planning to listen to it on the way to work at the modelling agency when sure enough everything fell apart. Thank goodness she still had the cd case to look at what was on it.

𝑇𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑡

The first song on the list had been one that she hadn't listened to in ages. A classic bop for those sunny days that she and her father spent swinging on those small little plastic blue swings at the park. The tune drifted through Andi's head as she made her way from her bedroom to the kitchen. She hummed as she pulled out ingredients for that morning's breakfast. The song faded out gradually as Andi flipped her homemade cinnamon pancakes onto her plate. The memories replayed in her head of the sun beating down on her fur and the laughs escaping from her mouth. She set the plate down as the smile grew. Andi sat at her table and stuffed a bite of pancake in her mouth.

𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡

Andi had been throwing on her shirt for work when she peaked over at the next song on the back of the cd case. About midway through the list was one of her favorite songs of all time. The one that her siblings begged her to stop singing for weeks straight. She’d tap her pencils to it, hum it during dinner, and put it on as she brushed her teeth before bed just to rub it in. Ah good old Riptide. The fascinating story of a man just looking for that right lady. Filled with tidbits about the songwriter himself if one chooses to listen. It brought a smile to her face as she finished tidying her shirt. She mumbled some of the stanzas of the song as she ran a brush through her tangled fur. Within the next few minutes, when she couldn't remember the words anymore, it was back downstairs to the kitchen to prepare for lunch break at the agency.

'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒

Everyone could agree that the office food was terrible. Just little snacks from the vending machines that cost way too much. Thus the reason making lunch was a necessity in the house. She was in the middle of putting the finishing touches on her turkey, bacon, and avocado wrap when a name on the case caught her eye once again. Hard Times was Andi's song to push through everything. The first time she had failed a class, the first breakup she ever had, and the first time she lost her dear pet hermit crab to the heavens. It was technically her anthem for whenever something went wrong. Her dad had remembered even after all that time. It was memorable, the two of them sitting in the car and singing along to the funky lyrics and cool chords that the lead singer mixed. Her mother sometimes joining when the time was right. A simple song that still held strong even now that she was on her own.

𝑀𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑜

Andi wrapped the brown bag tightly inside her bag as she traveled to the car. She took one last look towards the stereo, seeing the cd case sitting there. She walked over and grabbed it from it’s lonely place and tucked it underneath her arm. Andi took a last look at the house, sweeping it with her eyes before stepping out into the garage and closing the door behind her. As she settled into the driver’s seat of her small volkswagon bug, the urge to pull the case out again was too tempting. Taking her first good look at the case and all the names of the songs, the doodles her siblings had added, and the handwritten note from her father on the inside, Andi noticed the last song on the list. It brought tears to her eyes. Claire De Lune was the very last song on that big list that filled her heart with love. It was the very song that her mother hummed to her every night before she fell asleep as a kit. The one that played in the music box she had gotten for her tenth birthday. The song that she intended to teach her own children. How Andi wished at that very moment that her car still had radio.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

Listen to Andi’s Full Mixtape here!

The art above is by the absolutely amazing Cypherius. Art can go to the winner

The other piece of art here is by the amazing Lucrezia <3

Finally a mood board that I made for her that could also go to the winner

[flierfly]

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[Dawnstorm111]

Username: Dawnstorm111
Name: Horang-i (Korean for Tiger)
Gender: Female
Prompt: - What makes this Kal feel nostalgic? Horang-i grew up with the Kung Fu Panda series (ik that's not THAT long ago) and she collected lots of Kung Fu Panda minifigures. She had one for every Kung Fu Master she knew and she played with them constantly. One day, her parents ended up selling the minifigures for a lot of money, leaving Horang-i DEVASTATED. She loved them so much and she secretly tried to buy them again. Horang-i wasn't able to, but she finally accepted the fact that she'd probably never own the Kung Fu Panda minifigures again. 10 years later, and anything even closely resembling something of Kung Fu Panda brings tears to Horang-i's eyes as she remembers what was taken from her as a child. She's a bit emotional, yes, but that's just who she is!
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