[Androys]

username; Androys
name; not sure yet
gender; Male
prompt; He likes running in the rain until it stops and the rainbows come out!

[Lex.]

username; Lex.
name; Garfield
gender; Male
prompt;

Res with making lasagna

[Falco]

username; Levani
name; Zeus
gender; male
prompt;

Zeus carried a small net in his mouth. The net was perfect for caching bugs, an activity he was very fond of. It seemed to be the perfect day to catch bugs. As he walked closer to the field, he admired the beauty. Sun shined on the long, brown-ish green grass, giving it almost a golden appearance. The filed was covered with spots of orange, purple, pink.. almost any color of flower you could picture! Each flower was so unique. As the breeze lightly brushed on the long grass, a butterfly landed on a flower. Its blue wings shined in the sunlight. Zeus soon spotted the butterfly. He slowly approached it, being sure not to drop the net. BAM! Soon enough, the butterfly was in his net. He quickly grabbed a small plastic box and carefully let the butterfly in. Zeus lied down and stared at the box. After a minute of studying its appearance, he took out a notebook. He flipped through the pages. Each page had a doodle of a pug, and a long thought out description. He quickly doodled the butterfly, and started writing about it. He wrote for about 5 minutes. He looked up at the box, and slowly opened the lid. The butterfly flew out as soon as the lid was off. Zeus watched as the butterfly flew above him, but he quickly lost sight of it. Zeus continued to do this for hours, and only stopped once the sun set. As much as he loved bugs, he couldn't tolerate mosquito for the life of him. He looked back at the field one last time before heading off.

[SilhouetteStation]

username; SilhouetteStation
name; Waverly
gender; nonb

prompt; (573/600)

It's a textbook lovely day outside. Blue skies, white clouds, a light breeze, and a warm afternoon sun. Birds are chirping in the trees at the end of the drive. Probably busy making nests. I'm sure I saw one of them take one of my socks from the clothesline. Either way I can't find it, and that's why I've been wearing odd socks for the past few days. We let the fresh air come in for another few minutes, idly chatting, before we silently decide it's time to practice. I reach up and pull down the garage door, enclosing us in the small space. It's confined, but cozy. We like it; the sound intensifies in a space like this. And since we don't have soundproofing yet, we're doing the neighbors a favor. No one else has a garage, and since we're a garage band, we'd quite to keep jamming here instead of dealing with noise complaints.

Everyone positions themselves. At the mic, hovering over the keyboard, poised above guitar strings. I grip my drumsticks in anticipation. There's a few starting beats, and then we roar into life.

There's that whole cliche of 'you lose yourself in music, but you find yourself there too'. I do lose myself in music, yes, but I already knew who I was. I haven't found myself here, but I have found happiness. This is the peak of joy in my life, and I'm hoping beyond hope that the peak just keeps growing. We're building our own mountains in here, and scaling them with pulsing rhythm. You close your eyes, let the music control your muscles, and let yourself go. My foot slams on the pedal, my arms move in organized, wild precision. I don't see myself when I play - my eyes often shut on their own accord - but they say I play with my whole body. I throw everything into each movement. My heart beats in rhythm to the drums; the deep, echoing sound resonates in my ears, vibrating down my spine and into the concrete floor beneath me. If I imagine hard enough, I can almost hear the roar of a crowd.

We can only imagine what that's like. We've played in pubs before, but fifty people must feel like nothing compared to fifty thousand. Behind my closed eyelids I imagine looking out from the stage, breathing in the smell of sweat and excitement, my vision skimming across countless faces all lit up by colored, flashing lights. Feeling like we belong up there, feeling the love, feeling the raw emotion of people singing our songs - of knowing them off by heart, belting out the words alongside us.

Playing a sold out venue, or playing the afternoon away with only my friends for company; there's no other way I'd spend my time.

The song finishes, and my eyes open. I'm breathing heavy, even though I wasn't the one singing. Next to vocals, I think drumming takes the most effort. We all put in effort, obviously, but this workout certainly helps me to sleep good at night. I love going to bed, knowing I've got this to look forward to the next day. One day I hope we all go to bed together, sharing a tour bus, too excited to sleep, and dreaming out loud about playing the next show. We're not there yet, but there's still time.

There's many more afternoons yet to help us reach that dream.

[HellyBoo]

username; Hellyboo
name;
gender;
prompt;

Rest is a wipper

[bee]

username;
name;
gender;
prompt; mmm mark

[mecha sonic]

username; cassette
name; turf
gender; non binary [ve/vem]
prompt;

is there really anything better than taking a nice stroll through the meadows?
vyr house is near to a field of flowers which are the pretty sight that ve believes
is the prettiest sight that they are able to visit whenever ve wants to. ve goes
and sits out in it for hours sometimes, just sat there with vyr's own thoughts.
sometimes piece and quiet is the best thing you can ask for.
[73/600]

[Ucanthandleme]

username; Ucanthandleme
name; Buff
gender; Male
prompt;

Buff held the object in his hand close to his face, a complicated expression of unwillingness to admit defeat and frustration at his situation present on his face. He was simply confused as he held the object closer in an attempt to investigate its inner workings. No button, no openings, no key holes present, simply nothing he could go off of… truly infuriating. Now what he was holding you ask, well it’s very simple, he was currently holding a wooden puzzle, and it was the hardest one he had challenged yet. With all his willpower and sheer determination he looked for any sort of clue to complete this puzzle, at this point in time this was his fifth afternoon spent on it and he had yet to find a clue for its completion.

Why tourture himself in this game of frustration and confusion? Well Buff despised the start of a puzzle, the middle of a puzzle, but absolutely LOVED finishing a puzzle. The thrill, excitement and overall happiness at accomplishing something difficult gave him immense satisfaction and puzzles were an easy/hard way of doing this. He would challenge himself to many different puzzle situations such as escape rooms, chain puzzles, sudokus, word finds, picture puzzles and right now he was testing himself out on a wooden puzzle. This wooden puzzle however, at this moment was the vain of his existence.

He twisted and turned the wooden puzzle over and over, as if he hadn't already done this multiple times already, but he was truly out of thoughts so could only keep doing such repetitive and pointless motions. With a sigh of frustration he slouched into his beanbag still fiddling with the puzzle, wishing for a magical fairy to give him the solution. And you'd never guess, the magical fairy did come. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted in his cabinet draws the answer to all his problems, he couldn’t help but wonder why he had never thought of this before. So five minutes later Buff stood with the unopened puzzle in hand, and a brilliant smile on his face thinking to himself what a genius he was.

I think I forgot to tell you at the start, Buff sometimes used some very unconventional methods to solve puzzles, this was one of those times. Other times included when he was in an escape room, he couldn’t find the locks to open the box so simply pried it open with his bare hands, another example is when he couldn’t complete a picture puzzle so resorted to painting all the pieces the same colour, sawing them into small squares and putting them together, this time he also resorted to some brute force. Buff once again smiled at the opened puzzle and also gave a ‘good job’ to the screwdriver with the word ‘fairy’ printed across it. A great team they made!

Afternoons are truly the best for doing puzzles.

490/600

[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

username; ₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊
name; Camilo
gender; Male
prompt; Dancing and Catching Butterflies!

Camilo normally starts the afternoon with a stretch and a cup of water.
He enjoys a dance battle with the neighboured butterfly but if he gets tired or thinks that he is losing he'll start to chase the butterflies and tries to eat them. He is a sore loser and clumsy but the butterflies love him how he is as both of them get to spend the afternoon together. Although there was an accident but we don't talk about that, R.I.P Bob.

[Chewygost]

username; o1Mandy1o
name; Dashie
gender; Nonbinary
prompt; Dashie spends their afternoons running through fields of thick, endless grass. They prefer sunny days with sparse clouds, the white fluffs of cumulus mixed with pretty yellow sun making them determined and excited. They boost through this thick, tall grass because it takes such effort to get through large fields with such clustered grass. Breaking through always puts such pure euphoria through their veins, spreading through their limbs to the tip-top of their ears and encouraging them to turn around and do it all again.They do this until the grass is flat with their thundering pawsteps and their limbs ache with exhaustion, leaving them to return home for the day and get some well-deserved, invigorating rest.