[SilentMelody]

username: silentmelody | name: eirik (meaning "an eternal ruler who is forever strong and brave")

eirik has lots of memories. the memories tend to come and go, but there's one that they'll always remember for the rest of time.

[Yuroshi]

username: yuroshi
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Oh heck they look so soft res with their first time committing a crime

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mark

[Snowflakette]

(fixed a few details on the front post and added the exact end date time! sorry for the inconvenience <33 )

[rustyroxy]

Mark

[sun struck]

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Mark^^

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username: ➷.River.➷
name: Carmen
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As I lay, peacefully in the meadow, I recall something long ago. But this.. it feels like yesterday. I remember everything about it. It was a calm day. A soft morning dew lay across the ground, and birds chirped in a methodical harmony. A beautiful day. All was well, it was calm. I sat on a rock along the shore, and watched the tide roll in. I lived in a small, peaceful beach town. Not much happened, until this seemingly normal day. It was like I was reliving the experience. A tensed voice called me. "CARMEN! CARMEN!" I look around, and see a kalon running towards me, a look of strain and fear across their face. I stand up, wondering what has caused them such stress. “Yes? What’s wrong?” I feel tension rise, and my heart begins to race. Something was certainly off. “A hurricane! A hurricane is coming!” That’s when it stops. I freeze. I look up to see the other kal rushing off to warn other beachgoers. But why today? It didn’t seem right. But that’s what happens. Unbeknownst to us all, the waters rage. They race closer, and closer, but we don’t know until it strikes. The skies turn black, the wind howls, rains poor down. It’s a wildfire, but with water. Sometimes is happens like that, a peaceful day turned evil. I quickly gather my things and rush to my home. At the time, I lived in a small cottage, close to shore. I quickly grab a first aid kit and necessary supplies. The sirens are sounding. I rush to grab one last thing, I choose between a picture, or a seashell. But before I make the choice, I hear the waves crashing down. I must hurry, I grab the shell and dash outside. The sky is jet black, the winds howl like a thousand wolves. I quickly rush to the main town, consisting of a few buildings, and a large tall tower. I see other kalons climbing up the tower. But near a gift shop, a small kit lays in the mud. I hand off the first aid kit to another kal and they head up the tower. Clutching the shell close to my chest, I rush over to the kit. As I run over, the shell drops from my grasp, but I know that objects, are not as important as lives. The kit trembles from fear, I quickly help them up and we dash to the tower. Once we get there, a mess of kalons awaits us. Many are frightened, wondering what will become of their homes. I nudge the kit in front of me, and we climb up. Everyone is huddled together. The winds and waves crash and surge for hours. Once the winds die down, we peer from a broken window. Outside, is a sea of water. The kit beside me begins to cry, wondering what happened to their parents. Out of all the commotion, the kit had stayed near me and fallen asleep. I gently pick them up, and begin to look around for their parents. We find them, huddled close, wondering if their kit had survived. When they see us approach, a look of relief stretches across their faces. Salty tears streaming down, they give a smile and hug the kit. I walk away, and wonder. We lay in the tower for several days, and wait for the flooding to go down. One the 10th day in the tower, the flooding is low and minimal. As we slowly emerge, we see remains of what used to be our homes. A familiar face walks in front of everyone, the kal on the beach. He looks with sorrow, but he speaks with hope. “We may have lost our homes, but we didn’t lose our memories. We can rebuild homes, but we can’t rebuild lives. We survived and have one another.” I look and see families of kals holding one another, but among the sorrow and the pain, I see strength. Now I lay in a meadow. Reliving this like it was yesterday. I open my eyes, to see six months of work, and a town now greater than once before. (698)
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[f1owercrown]

mark !! probably smth related to acacia..... he says he "saw the woman knight talk to the mud"

[hxneystorm]

username: honeystorm.wishes
name: miles
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miles' hair fell loosely over their face, their pale tongue poking through their
lips as they hauled a second cardboard box that had been marked 'college' i
nto their arms, their brows furrowed in concentration. they nudged their be
droom door open with their shoulder, attempting to unsuccessfully blow a lo
ck of curly hair from their face as they headed downstairs to her car, passing
their 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 their elbow, they
dunked the box into the boot, shaking their hair free from their face and tuc
king it behind their ear in a more comfortable manner as they padded back i
nside.

scoffing as they passed the kitchen once more to see their mother now stand
ing on a stool, miles shook their head, a soft laugh leaving their lips as they
watched their mother struggle to reach her favourite tea-cup amongst the re
st, the older kalon's tail swaying furiously behind her.

"mum, do you need any help there?"

"no, miles, 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."

miles rolled their eyes, giving a brief, "alright, i'll take your word for it," in res
ponse to their mother's words before walking back upstairs to gather the last o
f their boxes. however, when they reached their room, their gaze fell to a gold
rectangular shaped object where behind the boxes were previously sitting with
in the diminishing mess of their bedroom. walking toward it, they dropped dow
n, their tail now aimlessly swishing over the faded carpet, their head tilted out
of pure curiosity. brows furrowing, miles picked up the object, almost dropping
it when they realised what it was.

their old ds, in perfect (well, almost. both screens and the top of the lid were
dusted with scratches, and the right hand speaker seemed a little cra
cked but whatever) working condition now sat in their paws. they hadn't se
en the little console in years, and suddenly finding it just as they were moving
out was- it was almost like a breath of fresh air.

the mint-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 miles. jumping back onto their barely covered bed, the covers already to
usled from boxes previously stacked on there, miles opened the ds and flicke
d the power switch, the opening chime ringing through their ears. the next f
ew moments felt like a blur as the game chip that was in there loaded up, th
e all too familiar pixellated opening title sending them swimming back into the
ir memories, their pupils dilating and ears pricking as a familiar warmth came
rushing over.

'animal crossing: wild world' loaded up, their old save file they had started ab
out eight years ago still within the game's files. they pulled out the stylus from
the side of the console, tapping on their profile and watching the game come
to life around them. their village was half empty by now, many of the villagers
having left in their absence. the red mailbox outside their house was filled with
letters, the flowers they had planted around their house were wilted and brown
it startled them for a second, the jarring sound of mr resetti popping up in front
of them, scolding them about the last time they had saved the game and their
extended absence from their mayor duties.

however, this didn't deter miles from being determined to fix it.

pulling out their watering can, they wandered around, watering the flowers and
talking to anyone they came across. they emptied their mailbox, sold a few unne
cessary things, changed up their overall look (ew, 12 year old miles was not the
best with coordination) and the aesthetic of their house within the matter of th
e hour, nostalgia bringing them back to all those nights they would spend awake
playing this game and bringing things to perfection.

they found themselves not wanting to put the console down and continue their
packing, purely because they were too wrapped up in how good this game made
them feel. they could look after their own town, be able to talk to a bunch of
cute animals, run businesses and talk to their friends in ways that were enlight
enning to a twelve year old miles- a miles that found enjoyment in fantasies of
far away lands and towns and villages, many unlike their own.

this game was their childhood, they reminded themselves, and despite being in
their first year of college now, this was something they weren't planning on lea
ving behind again.

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WILL WE REWORDED FOR LENGTH JUST POSTIN THIS SO I DON'T FORGET


shooty mcnuggets i just realised you said you wanted baby memories and not. ones from future

hERE WE GO THEN. TOMORROW'S ANOTHER DAY I CAN DO THI S

[petrify]

mmmmark