[skywishes01]

♦ username + ID: skywishes01 + 742710
♦ kalon link: Guinevere / archive post

♦ chosen prompt: What does their current bedroom look like?
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♦ chosen prompt: What's the bravest they've ever been?
♦ prompt response:

The apartment was nothing to write home about. A tiny little entranceway leading to a small kitchen and living space, and doors to a bathroom - no tub, just a shower - and a bedroom off to the left. No balcony or anything, either - although there were plenty of windows, which she was glad for. It made the small space look alot larger.

The furnishings were simple and functional; a couch in neutral tones, paired with a couple black kitchen stools - there was no dining table, only an extended island. There was a cabinet where one could perhaps place a television, but she’d have to save up for one herself. The bathroom had a plain white sink and steel shower fixtures, and the bedroom contained a single bed (not even a king single!), a side table, and a built-in wardrobe. Her mother would probably faint at the size of it. How can you live without a walk-in, darling?!

So sure, the apartment was perhaps a little drab. But it was hers. (At least in a renter’s sense; there was no way she could afford to just buy an apartment outright. Her family could, easily, but that was neither here nor there.)

Gwen dropped her bags with a sigh, collapsing onto the couch. It was surprisingly comfortable - more so than it looked. The key to the apartment was still nestled in her palm, and she could feel the hard, irregular edges when she curled her hand into a fist. She smiled; such a tiny thing, barely larger than a coin, and yet it meant more to her than all the money in the world.

I did it. I really, truly did it.

-

It was probably the bravest she’d ever been, that moment back in the family living room. She was never one to really speak out - had always been dominated by her many, louder siblings. She’d been waiting for a good moment for almost a week too, flitting around the house to see if she could catch her parents alone, anxiety building all the while. So when she returned from work one day to see them both in the lavish living room, eyes glued to some reality TV show, she didn’t give herself time to back out - she marched right in there, and opened her mouth before they could even say hello.

“Mom, Dad. I’m moving out.”

-

She didn’t really bring much with her - just clothes, some knickknacks, a couple old toys that she couldn’t bear to part with. She really wanted this to be a new start, the first chapter of a book she would write all by herself - but she knew deep down that, try as she might, she’d always owe something to her parents and her upbringing. She was proud of what she’d done, yes, but she felt a little guilty too - had she really achieved anything special? She’d had it easy her whole life. Was she being pretentious if she celebrated this small win?

She sighed. Well, this was the whole point of the move, wasn’t it? To learn. To know how to live outside the privileged bubble she’d been stuck in her entire life.

Half of her clothes had now been moved into the bedroom cupboard; perhaps it was time for a break. Standing up from the pile of miscellaneous laundry she’d been sorting through, she moved to the small window, resting her arms on the sill. The view, to other people, would perhaps be nothing special; a sea of buildings of varying shapes and sizes, a greyish sky just peeking over the concrete towers. Miniscule people scurrying back and forth on the sidewalks, some with umbrellas up to protect themselves from the slight drizzle. Cars stopping and starting in an oddly soothing rhythm.


An ordinary day, in every sense of the word - but to Gwen, this felt like she had climbed a mountain, and was looking down on a brand new world.

It felt like the start of something new.

-

It took a while for her parents to accept that she was actually leaving. There were so many questions, but for once, she was prepared for all of them. Yes, I am legally allowed to sign a rental agreement. I’m an adult now, mom. I did it last weekend. No! You don’t have to pay for it. I saved up myself. Remember all those summers and weekends working in the cafe? The after-school shifts?

Her father was the first to come around. He was a little more chilled out than her mother, and she liked to think he had a little bit of a soft spot for her, his little odd duckling. “Be careful out there, kiddo.”

Yeah, that was all the goodbye she was going to get from him. He rarely got emotional. But she would take it.

Her mother, though, was near hysterical for a couple of days. Gwen was honestly a little surprised - she knew she was far from her mother’s favorite child. She even suspected that her mother at times forgot about Gwen’s existence (she didn’t blame her, honestly; Gwen barely came out of her room except for work). So, she wasn’t quite sure how to deal with this emotional reaction. My baby, my poor baby! She’s leaving! How will she survive?

But eventually her mother calmed down. She didn’t tone down on the dramatics, though; giving her daughter a much-too-long hug while crying noisily on the day Gwen was to leave, and if she was being honest Gwen didn’t really catch what her mother said in her fifteen-minute monologue. She just patted her on the back awkwardly, hoping to be released soon.

Hey, she wasn’t being ungrateful or anything. She was just unsure how much of this was actually for her - and how much her mother was doing for herself.

-

Phew! Finally all unpacked.

She was able to do it within a single day, but she was still exhausted. Now she was collapsed on the couch, laptop perched on one knee, trying to get herself enrolled in some online science courses.

Next to her on the sofa pillows, her phone started buzzing. Someone was calling her. She glanced at the lit-up screen, before picking it up with a sigh.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Guinevere! How are you doing, sweetie? Have you eaten? Are you alive?”

Gwen rolled her eyes. “Mom, I only left a couple hours ago. I’m fine. And I’m about to eat dinner, just trying to sort out uni stuff.”

“Oh yes, university! I forgot you wanted to do that. Exciting, darling.” Her mother sounded distracted.

“Did you need something, Mom?” Gwen was also distracted; why were there so many forms to fill out just to access some online videos?

“No, nothing, darling. I just … “ Her mom took a deep breath. “I… I hope you have a good time, dear. We… me and your father… we miss you.”

A pause. Yet again, her mom had surprised her - because unlike her reaction in the weeks before, this time, she actually sounded… scared.

“I… yes.” Her mom kept talking. “I… I love you, Gwen.”

Click.

Before she could reply, her mom hung up. Gwen was left staring at her phone in shock. Huh.

She couldn’t remember the last time her mom had told her that. It must’ve been when she was very young. Her mom, while dramatic, was also rarely genuinely emotional. And up till now Gwen had thought she didn’t care too much about her wayward daughter - anything beyond the minimum concern of a parent, that was.

But perhaps she’d been wrong.

Perhaps now truly was the time for new beginnings, in more ways than one.



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[Brackensnake]

Username + ID#: Brackensnake + 781035
Kalon Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?t=4598595
Chosen Prompt: What flower would they use to describe themself as?
Prompt Response:

cactus flower
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[Wolfumus]

Username + ID#: Wolfumus + 934674
Kalon Link: Cyrus
Chosen Prompt: What was their childhood bedroom like?
Prompt Response:

Cyrus loved school, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fun to come home at the end of the day. His room was his decorating pride and joy, created together by him and his parents to be everything he had ever dreamed of. He was an only child, and because of that, his parents really spoiled him, and his bedroom was no exception. But he always made sure they knew he appreciated it.

The linoleum tiles in the kitchen changed to the plushy carpet in the living room, and yet another change led him into the hardwood flooring of the hallway. He pulled a left and made it to the second to last room. The door was a chocolate brown, matching the others along the hall. The doorknob was a metallic gold, rounded around the edges to fit in his paw just right. He turned it until he heard a small click, and then pushed the door in and entered the room.

The feel of carpet hit his paws again, but this time it presented itself in a tannish-cream color. The room was lit with a warm glow from an overhead light, as well as some string lights along the walls. There were no windows here, but that was how Cyrus preferred it that way. It felt cozier, like a cave, and caves were pretty cool.

A small TV sat on a stand in the corner to his right, adjacent to his bed. Video game consoles, controllers, and game boxes were placed in neat piles next to it. It was great for whenever he wanted to have friends over. Each would take a bean bag chair and their favorite of his numerous blankets and chill for hours. Sometimes his parents would bring them snacks, or even spend time playing with them. Those were the good days. His dad was great at most games, but Cyrus was even better, so his mom would cheer him on.

Despite the carpeting, Cyrus still had a large circular rug on his floor. It was a deep blue with artistic renditions of outer space and all of the planets. He loved it, a lot. It was softer than the carpet, and it was positioned underneath the glow in the dark stars he stuck to the ceiling, and since there were no windows, he could experience the full effect whenever he wanted.

His bed was a simple twin mattress on a smooth metal frame. The headboard lined up with his room's back wall, but the other end was blocked by a bookshelf. Together, him and his parents had draped several blankets and sheets above the bed to create a sort of tent. They hung lights up as well, perfect for reading, and the perfect night light. His comforter was a fun, striped pattern of various citrusy orange colors. Two simple white pillows complimented it in a nice, minimalistic way. A few of his favorite stuffed animals sat on his bed as well. One from his favorite video game, one of a cheetah, another of a polar bear, then one of a kangaroo, and finally, one of an African wild dog. More stuffed animals lined two long shelves along his wall. They were fun too, and he loved them all. But they weren't as great at sharing the bed.

His walls were painted a dark blue, just like the rug on his floor. The ceiling was a clean white without any texture, perfect for his stars. On every wall were multiple posters of multiple different things. Some from games he played or shows he watched, and some of the animals he loved the most, or of things in space. His parents had also put in a large bulletin board for him to hang up his artwork, and that he had! Some were hand drawn on different colors of paper, others were coloring pages torn out from his coloring books. They were his master works, and he often traded them off to his parents to put out on the fridge where everyone could see it.

In another corner of the room was a hammock, colored orange once again to match his bed. He had put some pillows and blankets next to it on the floor so he could grab them easily. A triangle shaped shelf was suspended next to it with a speaker and a music player on top. He'd often fall asleep there listening to it. His hammock was too comfy to stay awake in.

His bean bags and bean couch were placed in the last remaining corner. Cyrus and his parents both wanted him to have some form of seating for watching TV or hanging out with friends, but normal furnishings were too heavy for him to move around yet, so this was the next best option. They were bulky and didn't really hold weight very well, but until he was older, they'd still work well. The couch was orange, but his three bean bags were all different colors and patterns, which was another plus. It was hard to find actual chairs that had that much variety.

Finally, there was his closet. It wasn't very often that kalons had to actually wear clothes, so blankets and pillows and toys far outnumbered any garments. He owned at least twenty blankets, like his bean bag chairs, all unique in color and pattern. Some were soft and fuzzy, others were a smoother fabric like his comforter. His favorites were the weighted ones, they made him feel safe. His pillows were all white, but of all different levels of firmness. Some down feathers, others foam, perfect for any occasion! Everyone could find one they liked. His toys were sorted out among a few different wicker storage bins on the floor, under his T-shirt collection. He liked them, but not quite as much as he liked video games, so he didn't use them very often.

Without hesitation, he turned off his lights and ran to his rug, laying on his back to stare at the glowing green stars and planets on his ceiling. He turned on some music, grabbed a pillow and blanket, and then drifted right off to sleep.

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[persimmon]

Username + ID#: persimmon + 394121
Kalon Link: Matxalen, archive post
Chosen Prompt: "Describe the galaxy/space outside of their known world/what they see in the sky"
Prompt Response:

Having been a product of the ingenuity of her world, Matxalen reflects the galaxy of her world. Her planet, likely the only one out there, is a ginormous planet with other planets that orbit it. Despite having only one moon itself, five moons orbit her star halo-ed planet, and each of these planets has its own moon/s. Despite the glow it gives off, her planet still has its central star with other stars a much further distance away. [I apologize if this picture might look messy, but I had drawn over the original sketch in pencil -- I had just wanted to draw Matxalen in pencil in order to help bring out the planets/background more.]

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[fisht3a]

Username + ID#: FallenPegasus #
Kalon Link: off oekaki
Chosen Prompt: what is their favorite scent?
Prompt Response: cinnamon candles!

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[Northstar.]

Username + ID#: Northstar. #65952
Kalon Link: Hopscotch
Chosen Prompt: "Who are their most trusted friends?"
Prompt Response:

Hopscotch has a particular talent with friendships - that is to say, he has none.  And he was perfectly content with that.  Me, myself, and I (and a bunch of wandering ghosts, he swears they're like herding cats) - was his, admittedly long, motto. Who could blame him? Being death for so long (forever) never gave him the prime opportunity for friendships.  Other deities avoided him and anything else was... well, temporary.

That was all before he himself was cast into a mortal body.  Turns out Hopscotch doesn't play well with others. Surprise! He was snarky, bitter, and cold.  His stubborn streak could withstand a category 5 hurricane.  And he had the tenacity of a chihuahua with a chew toy. Not great friend material. Heck, not great material period.

Meeting Howl was fate. Meeting Tag, on the other hand, was another story.

Hopscotch had been serenading a ghost. Yes, really - last requests could be as extraordinary as climbing the Statue of Liberty, as simple as dropping off a lost package, or as strange as releasing several species of spiders into the library vents off Easy Street.  Anyway - Hopscotch had been serenading this ghost, belting out the notes a la Freddie Mercury in the dead of night down some old side street.

"Hey!"

He finishes the chorus and the ghost disappears with a dreamy smile.

"Hey you!"

A pastel, mop-haired guy with the biggest smile pops up out of nowhere. Hopscotch blinks, wondering how he could possibly see from the thick fringe or bangs falling to mid-nose.  Maybe he couldn't see? Maybe he was blind and calling for help? Hopscotch could tiptoe away. He does just that. He gets about three steps before mop-head calls him out.

"Hey! I can SEE you!"

Hopscotch speedwalks away, until mop-head jumps in front of him.

"Oh really? I didn't notice," Hopscotch snarks, pointedly not making eye contact with the spirit behind mop-head's shoulder.  Mop-head's smile does not falter. In fact, their grin widens.

"I'm Tag!" 

Hopscotch cringes.

"Like the game?" he drawls. 

"Yeah, exactly," Tag laughs. "What can I call you, pal?"

"..." Hopscotch twirls a spiked bracelet around his wrist, lips pursed almost petulantly. "...Hopscotch."

That seemingly kind grin on Tag's face sharpens, becomes something more than happy and kind. And Hopscotch is intrigued. Impatient, but intrigued.

"Hey, Hop! You're the new lead in our band!" Tag announces, twirling one of Hopscotch's spiked bracelets around his finger. Hopscotch doesn't know how he got it - it was on his wrist a second ago.

"It's Hopscotch, not Hop," he growls, reaching for his bracelet. Tag jerks it just out of reach.

"Ah ah ah. Come with me and you can have it back." Tag darts to the steps of an underground bar beneath a closed bakery.  Hopscotch follows because he really wants his bracelet back and he wants to know how mop-head took it to begin with.

A voice echoes up the old steps, haunting and magnetic.  Hopscotch is immediately enamored- he wants to hear them sing more. Forever. His glazed eyes take in the stage where a young guy sits at the drums, tapping away while singing some hallowed note.  Pale lilac hair flops over one eye, the other purple eye stares in horror as the mystery singer abruptly stops singing. Hopscotch blinks. Rubs his eyes. Blinks again.

That was weird. And Hopscotch is sure that wasn't normal singing that clouded his brain like morning fog.

He looks at the drummer, then to Tag who's perched at the edge of the stage holding a mash up of a keyboard and base guitar. 

"You already have a singer," he states dryly.

"Oh, that's Howl. He doesn't sing," Tag smiles. Howl looks sheepish, head ducking down to inspect his setup.

"But I just heard him sing."

"I mean, yeah, but he has terrible stage fright." Tag still has that unmoving smile, soft and friendly. No trace of the sharpness of before.

"Hm."

"You're up, Hop," Howl says, gesturing to a mic.

Hopscotch has never been one to back down and suddenly finds himself as the lead singer in Three Furies(because he would never be the back up, really, look at him).

Their weird little acquaintance band evolves into friendship over time. Tag is annoying, somehow sneaky and soft at the same time. And Howl is always happy, positive - always - seriously. It could be raining miserably with temperatures plummeting and Howl would find the one ray of sunshine like 'oh, it's sweater weather now guys' or 'I can finally wear fuzzy socks all day.' Hopscotch discovers Howl really likes fuzzy socks.

Tag is also a master mechanic- the guy could fix a sputtering truck with WD-40, ducttape and a prayer. Hopscotch always went to him when his motorcycle needed an upgrade. He was pretty sure Tag wasn't exactly mortal but couldn't quite put a bead on why. There was just something a little off about him. (And maybe some small part of him was intimidated, but Hopscotch would never admit that.)

The trio carried secrets like trees carried leaves.

"I see ghosts," Hopscotch mentions casually one day while Tag tinkers on an engine.

"Wow," Tag says distractedly, hands covered in oil and grease.

"I'm not surprised," Howl murmurs, concentrating as he tunes a guitar. Hopscotch has come to find that his friend can pick up any instrument and play. "That's why you run off all the time, huh? Ghosts requesting things and despite how mean you may look, Hop, you've got a soft heart under all those bristles." Howl says it so matter of fact that Hopscotch can't argue.

Tag guffaws.

"I'm sure you've noticed but I can kinda sing people into a trance," Howl shrugs.

"Aw, Howl it's supposed to be a secret," Tag grunts.

"Uh huh." Hopscotch leans in to watch Tag work. "One always follows you around. Long hair, sad brown eyes." Tag doesn't stop working, but his lips pinch, eyebrows drawing together. Hopscotch thinks it's regret.

"Cool."

"Yep. Anything you want to tell me now, since we're sharing?"

Tag stops, looks Hopscotch dead in the eye, features sharpening. Hopscotch tries not to blink. He fails.

"No." Tag wipes his hands on his overalls and places his tools back willy-nilly. On his way out he says, "You're lucky you're my friend, reaper."

Yep, Hopscotch was lucky. Because that sounded like a threat and turns out Tag knows more than he thought.


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[Northstar.]

Username + ID#: Northstar. #65952
Kalon Link: Hopscotch
Chosen Prompt: "What is their greatest fear?"
Prompt Response:

The gates of Hades hadn't changed after all this time. They were still the same as Hopscotch remembered - twisted iron bars that resembled screaming faces and clawing hands. Spirits trying to escape fate, escape death. They could try, surely, but death was inevitable.

Alas, he wasn't here to reminisce.

It was by some random hand of fate that Hopscotch met Howl. He would have never guessed that they would become friends. Best friends, even.

It had to be fate, because otherwise how would anyone else have known that Howl was dragged into the Underworld on an impossible task?

Hopscotch had connections, even as a mortal.  He had to pull a few strings, call in a few big favors, but here he was. Home sweet home.

The stalactites far above looks more like knives than stone - the stretch of tunnel before him is an open mouth with teeth.

Hopscotch walks past the gates and a shiver runs down his spine, a reminder that this dark place was no longer his home.  The very earth repels him, rolling beneath his feet in protest.  It isn't enough to deter him.

Spirits materialize, reaching towards him. Hopscotch brushes past them and descends down, down, down, into the caverns below.

He skirts past sentries, creeps past guards, and tips off the ferry man to hitch a ride past the Sea of Souls (he also has to listen to said ferry man complain about his job and how a thousand years is more than long enough to need a raise).

Hopscotch doesn't recognize the feeling in his chest - something cold and painful that flutters needlessly each time he thinks of his friend.  It feels like moths behind his ribs, maybe near his heart. Did he have a heart? He urges the ferry man onward, faster, with hands plied with coin.  Hopscotch doesn't think the guy knows what fast is, but their speed picks up none the less.

The boat draws near an ancient dock and Hopscotch leaps before they can stop.  His feet hit the planks and he runs.  The bay of Cerberus makes him stumble and pause - the beast was supposed to be asleep for a hundred years.

Howl's voice echoes after.

Not good.

Hopscotch tears off into the darkness, following the sounds, and what he finds chills his soul.

Howl, facedown in the dirt, bruised and tired, but still somehow smiling as he sings the great beast back into slumber.  Cerberus slowly wavers, slumps, and snores. Hopscotch has to blink away the haze of power left in the wake.

"Glad you're alive," Hopscotch grumps, hefting the huge paw that held Howl down. "Idiot," he smacks the back of Howl's head. "Only you would get dragged down here to sing a mythical dog a lullaby."

"Aww, Hop, I didn't know you cared," Howl quips. Hopscotch scoffs. He doesn't tell his friend that losing him was one of his greatest fears, and he would do almost anything to make sure it doesn't come to pass. Not while Hopscotch is breathing



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[craig?]

Username + ID#: craig? 629149 (formerly spottedpuppi, its not in the bank yet!)
Kalon Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=135367546#p135367546
Chosen Prompt: What is their favorite sound?
Prompt Response:

the sounds of his friend talking
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Username + ID#: craig? 629149 (formerly spottedpuppi, its not in the bank yet!)
Kalon Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=135367546#p135367546
Chosen Prompt: What's their favorite accessory?
Prompt Response:

you still own that thing?
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Username + ID#: craig? 629149 (formerly spottedpuppi, its not in the bank yet!)
Kalon Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=135367546#p135367546
Chosen Prompt: What flower would they use to describe themself as?

Prompt Response:

dandelions, for sure.
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Username + ID#: craig? 629149 (formerly spottedpuppi, its not in the bank yet!)
Kalon Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=135367546#p135367546
Chosen Prompt: If they were stuck on an island, what three things would they bring?
Prompt Response:

a SWORD? do you even know how to use one??
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Username + ID#: craig? 629149 (formerly spottedpuppi, its not in the bank yet!)
Kalon Link: Forum/viewtopic.php?p=135367546#p135367546
Chosen Prompt: What was the hardest thing they had to let go of?
Prompt Response:

you'll be back soon, right?
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[Sadcat]

Username + ID#: CatOwU 1004338
Kalon Link: Denye
Chosen Prompt: "A smell they absolutely HATE"
Prompt Response: Fire, specifically burning grass. It brings back bad memories.
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[redhorizon]

Username + ID#: booshweasel 777089
Kalon Link: roos
Chosen Prompt: what would their secret hideout look like?
Prompt Response: When I was a kit, my parents fought a lot. They later divorced, but growing up there was a lot of tension in the house. Often the sounds of arguing could be heard over the TV I played loudly in an attempt to drown them out, or the music I’d play at max volume in my headphones. As a result, I became dependent on my music. I had a wide selection, which has served me well as a figure skater who always needs good music for routines. But that’s not the point. My parents fought a lot, and there was little I could do to escape, so one day when I’d had enough of it all, I decided to make my own secret hideout where nobody could bother me. Now, I was just a kit, so I hope you’re not expecting anything extravagant. I had a small closet attached to my mostly tidy room, but the closet was FULL of junk. Having no other options, I emptied out the closet. I dumped everything that was inside it onto the clean floor of my room. I knew I’d likely get in trouble for it later, and I did, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission! A mission I was determined to complete at all costs.
Once the closet was emptied, I started to collect my favorite belongings. My blankies went in the hideout, my pillows went in too, and of course my favorite stuffed animals! I brought a nightlight which I plugged into the plug conveniently placed inside, and of course my snack stash was moved into there as well. I brought my favorite books and even my CD player I’d gotten for Christmas years ago. I didn’t really use it at that point, I’d gotten an iPod for my birthday recently, but it added to the overall aesthetic. Once everything was arranged perfectly, I got a large, thick blanket and I pinned it to the wall to block the doorway, as there was no door. My hideout wasn’t finished quite yet though! I then strung christmas lights I found in the attic all around the little closet and that illuminated the small space even better, and also more colorfully. I brought my painting supplies in with me, and spent several days painting the inside with colorful designs of all sorts until the inside was just a colorful explosion, and there was a bit more paint than desirable on the floor. Of course, there was still more though. My final touch was prying up a floorboard to hide my diary and my most secret belongings. Mostly it was snacks I’d stolen from the kitchen, but I also kept an empty locket down there and letters that my friends had written me in the hospital. Finally, my secret hideout was complete and combined with a good book and/or some loud music, it was the perfect space for me to escape to. My parents continued to fight, and I continued to hear them, but at least I had a little room full of my favorite things to run to when I needed it.
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Username + ID#: booshweasel 777089
Kalon Link: roos
Chosen Prompt: do they have any pets?
Prompt Response: Hero is my service dog, he’s a young chocolate tricolor border collie. He’s my everything. My best friend, my protector, my companion... my hero, hence the name. We go everywhere together, and he does more for me than I even have the space to describe. He of course watches my warning signs and alerts when he sees I’m going to faint, and in those instances he paws at my leg until I sit or lay down. Once I’m on the ground, he lays on my legs to perform DPT, or deep pressure therapy, which helps to prevent the blood from rushing down to my legs. He keeps me on the ground until I feel well enough to stand back up, and then we just carry on! Another thing he does is stand behind me, which is something that is more for my anxiety than my physical issues. He stands behind me and presses against my back and “guards” me from anybody who may come up behind me. A similar thing he does is circle! When I’m in large groups or a situation where I feel unsafe and need space, he will walk circles around me to force people to back off. He also waits off the ice when I’m skating in case I start to feel ill and need him, and even if I don’t need him he’s always there to cheer me on! Those are just a couple of things he does on a daily basis, and I adore him for it. He works harder than some people, and when we get home after a long day out, I’m always sure to reward him. Aside from the treats throughout the day, when we get home he always gets a good long snuggle and some of his favorite treats, reserved only for home, not work. We often lay on the couch and watch TV together, and sometimes I take him on walks to the starbucks and dog park down the road! I have a large backyard for him to run in, and something I love to do is sit on the back porch and play fetch in the yard. He especially loves his frisbee, but I generally save that for the dog park because I’ve lost that dang frisbee over the neighbor’s fence too many times. Speaking of the neighbor... that is Hero’s one true “issue.” He hates the neighbor. Every time he sees the man he erupts into barking, and will chase that poor guy down if I don’t stop him. He’s never had issues with anybody else, but for some reason the neighbor never fails to set him off. Thankfully, the neighbor is almost never home so we rarely have to worry about it, and of course he’s always leashed anyways. Regardless, he’s a good dog. He does everything I ask of him and he still has the energy to play and when he’s all tired out, he knows that Mama will hold him and pet him and take a nice long nap with him. Nothing beats the nice cozy comfort of a long nap in bed with my best dog ever, Hero. Honestly, nothing beats Hero at all. He’s the light of my life and my one passion aside from skating.
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